Today is the true day of all death. For shame, I am lonely in a world of lost
hope. I have been deceived to the greatest extent. Those three weird sisters
have gone very far to put me through such foulness. They had told me that if the
woods of Birnham should move upon my castle that I shall be vanquished. This has
become true as my scouts have informed me that such a task has been performed.
How could this be? I do not know, but if I were to look into the night the
answers would point to the overpowering army of Malcolm. This is all but a
murmur in my heart, as the word of my wife's death has become my lost hope. For
many days I have been aware of her sick mind and did nothing to solve it. If it
was I who decided her contemplation with death let me die in the perilous
battlefields of antiquity. My scouts have given warning that MacDuff is in the
front-line. I must engage in the battle. May god have mercy on my soul and not
let the prophecies of the weird sisters be true.