The rain wept down at the desolate window. The castle’s authority was beyond doubt despite the wind’s power. In the dimly lit room, water dripped down from the ceiling of the indestructible castle.
Pacing around the bare room, Lady Macbeth’s long white baggy dress dragged along the blood-like carpet. Owls were screaming sending spine-chilling messages around the woods.
Muttering to herself, Lady Macbeth was annoyed at what Macbeth had done.” “Alack I am afraid they have awaked, and tis not done. Th` attempt and not the deed confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready he could not missem.” Clenching her fist, the snake–like creature was furious with her husband. The door creaked as Macbeth entered the room with bloody daggers. “My dear husband!” Lady Macbeth shouted.
“I have done the deed. Didst you not hear a noise?” Macbeth said as the daggers dropped to the floor with a clatter.
“I heard an owl scream and the crickets cry did you not speak?”
“When?” Macbeth said while shivering.