We have gathered, with loyal comrades and the noble english soldiers at Birnam Wood. I can only hope that soon the need for war will no longer be necessary. As brothers in arms and children of Scotland, we disguise ourselves with branches from these great woods; and I can’t help but think that the ease in which the boughs were relinquished indicate that Scotland herself marches with us to Dunsinane. It is comforting to know Macbeth shall be held accountable to her.
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