"Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd."

Great news has come my way! The messenger just sent me a letter from my lovely husband, Macbeth. It tells of three Weird Sisters approaching him, calling him 'Thane of Cawdor' and 'Hail, King that shall Be" King! This is the most wonderful news I could have hoped for. Macbeth deserves to be king. He is the most deserving, and I am determined to do anything and everything in my power to make it so. The faster he wears the crown, the better, although I fear Macbeth is to soft-hearted to take the fast route to fortune. He has alot of ambition, that's for sure, but he cannot be unprincipled when its neccessary. Macbeth would rather achieve the things he desires by a lawful means, but when push comes to shove, I know that he would rather win by cheating then lose. I vow to drive away all the doubts and obsticles that stand between Macbeth and the crown with my empowering words. Both faith and the supernatural seems to be pushing my husband towards the crown, and I will do everything I can to help push with them.