Dammit!
My murders were unsuccessful, they killed Macduff’s family, but let Macduff
escaped to England to Duncan’s son. At this very moment, Duncan and Malcolm are
most likely marching towards me now. I feel confident in this battle as I was
told by the apparitions summoned by the weird sisters said that none of woman can
harm me. Also, I was told that I will rule securely until Birnam Wood removes
to Dunsinane.
I
heard a women cry and got informed my wife has died. O well, I don’t really
care anymore; I knew the guilt was getting to her head. My messenger came in
with astonishing news that Birnam Wood are advancing towards Dunsinane. O my, it’s
the prophecy, it’s true, and at least I will die fighting. On the battlefield, I swung my sword vigorously
and stroked those in my way, slaying young Siward because no man born of a woman can kill me.
At
last I encounter Macduff, we fight, and I know I am going to win because I am unstoppable
according to the prophecy. What kind of man is not born from a woman? Macduff
tells me he was not of woman born, but rather from his mother’s womb. I
suddenly fear for my life. I am the rightful king, I will not let Macduff and
Malcolm win, and I will not surrender. This is the last battle and the fight to the death.
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