My dearest love, King Duncan shall arrive tonight.
He must die in order for you to become king, Let us move with haste.
I don't know if I can do it.
Nonsense! For if you do not, all of this might as well had just been a drunken hope.
Once he is full with wine and food, we'll kill him in his sleep. We will then smear his blood on the servants to blame them for his murder. Then finally, we will wail and mourn until you are crowned king!