Banquo Haunting the Banquet

(This is me at the banquet, as I sit with my fellow lords in the king's seat)

Here I am still watching down on Earth from heaven. I’m still angry over that wretched Macbeth for his treacherous murder plans. A plague upon him and his entire generation! I am also still deeply worried about Fleance, I hope that noble son of mine has inherited some defence skills from his father. I fear Macbeth may have more plans of murder. He has already murdered King Duncan and myself, and murdering a young lad would be as simple as stabbing butter with a butter knife. God be with you, Fleance.

That evening, I arrived to the banquet (III.iv.38). After all, Macbeth never mentioned that I had to be alive to attend. I was a bit late though, there was only one seat was left – the king’s seat – and I sat down on it. The party was going well until Macbeth wanted to sit down; the thing was he couldn’t find a place to sit. All the lords offered the seat where I was sitting. (III.iv.46) As I turned to look, it was the first time I had ever seen Macbeth so frightened. It was amazing that he was the only one who could see me. I kept quiet, which resulted in him screaming questions about my presence. (III.iv.75-83) I wondered how he was able to see me. Perhaps it was a result from his guilt over my death. After the trauma, I fled the room. I created quite a humiliation for Macbeth in front of all the lords. Sweet revenge!



By: Rachel Vyravipillai