Macbeth and the Therapist

The room is dim and empty. The only pieces of furniture are a large worn out red leather chair and a single thin, wooden stool. Macbeth steps into the room, his head held high and his eyes looking curiously at what seemed to be an ancient room.
THERAPIST why don’t you come in
Silence while the therapist waits patiently
THERAPIST my name is Doctor Rudolf, come in, have a seat, there is really nothing to be afraid of
Macbeth wonders his eyes around the room once more then slowly takes another step towards the leather chair. Macbeth sits on the chair crossing his legs.
MACBETH staring awkwardly I really have no idea why the hell I am here.
THERAPIST …
MACBETH I only chose to attend this pointless meeting, because my wife thought it necessary. THERAPIST and why do u think she persuaded you to attend this “pointless” meeting? MACBETH my dear wife believes that it will strengthen my power… making me a better person…
THERAPIST a better person?
MACBETH yes she reckons it will make me a … a…
THERAPIST a?
MACBETH a... man!
THERAPIST and how do you feel about that?
MACBETH before, I lacked the spur to develop my intent. Now I feel I have achieved what is necessary to become a man. This is something that had to be done. I felt it necessary in my position and wished that my wife saw me as one too!
THERAPIST and what is that you achieved to become a man?
MACBETH That’s strictly confidential! And what gives you the right to ask such questions in the first place?
Macbeth jumps up to his feet and stomps out towards the door
THERAPIST my lord! Please do not leave in such a hurry. I don’t mean to offend you, but this is strictly confidential and you are only here because apparently you need to be here. This is for your own well-being.
Macbeth stops, hesitates and then slowly turns around and heads back to his seat
THERAPIST maybe it will be easier if u close your eyes and tell me really, what you are feeling.
Macbeth hesitates, sighing, but then lays down and shuts his eyes.
MACBETH in the past my determination was little I didn’t understand what I needed to do to earn what I deserved. I had the greatest amount of ambition, which was so immense that it almost felt that it was o’erleaping itself.
THERAPIST and what was it that gave you your spur?
MACBETH eyes still closed my wife; my dear wife, showed me the amount of power that would soon enough come towards me. She persuaded me and pricked my sides.
THERAPIST how did she do this?
MACBETH my wife pushed me when I decided I was to proceed no further. She made me realize that my hope was drunk and that if I really loved her I would do what was necessary, and it was a fact that I did love my wife. We have been through a lot together and we have the same goals. We help each other throughout our hard times and reach our goals. We both have desires even the black and deep desires are fairly mutual.
THERAPIST black and deep desires? Is that part of your goal, your ambition?
MACBETH we all have black and deep desires. I needed to gain power, to have what I most need in my life, what my wife only used to dream of in her wildest dreams. To be the most powerful man I could be. I knew I had to be king. It was something I knew I would have. THERAPIST how were you so sure ?
MACBETH three witches predicted I would be king hereafter. From then on I believed in what they said. My ambition was big and I promised myself it would happen. I knew someone would be dead, someone I was loyal too. My wife knew that too. She seemed to be determined; her intent was much greater than mine.
THERAPIST slightly frightened how is it… may I ask, did you become king?
MACBETH slowly sitting up, opening his eyes, staring blankly at the therapist I realized that the only way I could become king is to kill Duncan. I switched swiftly between decisions. My brain became so heat oppressed. The dagger, the dagger who came before me pushed me towards my final decision. The dagger which I didn’t have but yet I still saw, speaking to me like a dagger of the mind. Giving me orders. Pushing the handle towards my hand. I knew what had to be done. Duncan the man I should be loyal to was now a man to be dead at once! The bells rang and they were the bells which commanded him to heaven or to hell. It was done. THERAPIST staring keenly…suddenly straightens his back the dagger “who” came before you? The dagger was speaking to you, telling you to do things? Have you been seeing anything … unusual lately?
MACBETH struggling to speak, cracking his knuckles uneasily for me to become king, to have the power desired, Banquo had to be dead as well.
THERAPIST biting the inside of his lip, breathing quickly, and slowly gulping down a lump in his throat so you murdered Banquo as well?
MACBETH noticing the uneasiness in the therapist makes him feel more confident, straightening his back and opening his eyesYes I did. I feel a vast amount of guilt sinking deep down into my blood. It is becoming a part of me. The guilt will never go away no matter how hard I try. I feel my hands are forever foul. How Rudolf, how can I clean this blood from my hands? Will even an ocean wash this blood wash it away?
RUDOLF…is this guilt causing you to lose your sanity?
MACBETH my sanity? I am perfectly sane!
RUDOLF but as your wife tells me, you have been seeing things which should not be seen. MACBETH grinding his hands together and squeezing his eyes, lets out a groan I feel I am trapped in a space, cabined, cribbed, confined in guilt and fear slowly creeping up upon me every second I take advantage of what I already have. What I saw is Banquo, Banquo was at that dinner. We had scotched the snake not killed it! That dinner was an important one for me too! What I saw was Banquo shaking his head making the guilt seep and dissolve. The fear creeping up upon me even faster, darkening up my happiness, making me see things, people who should not be seen, people who should not be walking this ground. Maybe it is my guilt, my fear giving me signs, signals, towards my death. Blood will have blood they say and that is what is coming back upon me.
Macbeth and Rudolf stare intently at each other. Rudolf in fear and uneasiness, Macbeth lost in his own thoughts.
RUDOLF breaking the silence speaks in a low shaky voice… and what is to be done now my lord?
MACBETH I am in blood. I have killed and disrespected my loyalty. I have done things, things which have infected me with a disease of guilt and fear of the dead. I am king now and that’s what matters! Me and my wife will get through the guilt once it is a part of us we will no longer feel it anymore. It will be numb. We will forget and become the most powerful humans alive! And that is my ambition, my goal, my wish.
Macbeth looks around the room proudly then slowly rising to his feet he walks out of the room leaving Rudolf sitting, eyes wide open and jaw dropped.