I shall approach with caution as to not wake the sleeping king. It seems as if the drugs have taken effect, for the guards are deep within their sleep. I shall unsheathe their daggers and do what needs to be done, for there is no return. Though, there is still time, time to change, no, no. It is already decided. They speak to me, the daggers. They thirst for blood, and that thirst I must quench.
These daggers which I clasp in my hands, guide me, for you are in control. I know not what I do. Plunge these blades into the black and empty eyes of royalty. Take away from the unworthy and deliver unto the deserving. May the future be prosperous and blissful. The reign of King Duncan shall draw to a close, as these daggers are driven through those eyes. Those eyes that never avert their gaze even when they are pierced.
How is't with me , when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red. Macbeth, act 2, scene 2.
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