The Last Speech of Lady Macbeth

Cursed be this day when I and my husband prepare for battle.
My kingly husband, lost both in battle and brains,
Where I sit behind walls watching his kingly demise.

Near six months ago I lay with him,
Out of pure ambition to give him a son.
A son to secure his place upon the throne
That we stole all those years ago.
Then at his banquet when he toasted to the absent Banquo,
Nearly confessing to ev'ry crime we both commited
I knew that he was no longer fit.

Now the time poses a question: announce this child to my husband?
Or bear I the child in secret, hidden underneath the queenly robes
My husband stole for me?

Be the child born in secret, how shall I dispose of it?
Steal it away to a lowly peasant to raise in secret?
Or Shall I spirit it to the moor,
To be picked by wolves and birds upon the heath?

Should it be announced to my husband, mayhap he should see it as a threat,
And like great Chronus be rid of his child out of sickly fear.
But should the child live...
What if our mutual ambition should disfigure the babe,
For indeed, many an night have I felt its strong kicks
As if it should have hooves or paws.

The child kicks as steady and as quickly as the drums outside,
Calling to me to battle.
The pain of it makes me cry out in frustration.
I pray that I should quickly find an answer,
Or that God shall find it for me.
Mayhap God shall see the child as unfit
And steal it from me in the night.
But, oh, the blood to be seen.
Twas out of blood that gave this child living,
And I do not know how I could wash the blood of the child away.

As it is God's purpose to guide us to rid evil from this world,
I too shall rid myself of this evil.
Tis a sin to kill thyself and thy babe,
But I have seen such sins in these past years to shadow this.
I had hoped ne'er again to see such a dagger,
But perhaps by placing myself as I saw poor Duncan
I will forget and remind my husband of what made him to be.

It is now that this dagger shall meet our babe,
In the hopes that it shall never have the ambition of me or my husband,
Macbeth