My husband, as a soldier, proved his strength through this fight. Not tired from the previous fight as a result of having a new rush of adrenaline from this new conflict and Macbeth continued to callously fight. The whole time I was listening to the thundering of canons and waiting anxiously for his return home. Praying that my husband would not go to crazy lengths and hurt himself, though now i realize that it should not have been his own safety that i should have been worried about, but rather the safety of the people who crossed him. Macbeth, being a “valiant cousin, [and a] worthy gentleman” (I.ii.26) had “smoked with bloody execution” (I.ii.20) and killed the trespassers in a horrific manner. Macdonwald himself was “unseamed... from the nave to th’ chops, and [had] his head upon our battlements” (I.ii.24-25) by the one and only, Macbeth. I could not fathom what my husband was trying to prove, he seemed far from being any sort of a sane person. I can only come to the conclusion that Macbeth had enjoyed killing people, enough to kill in a manner that gave him a sense of and