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English: Mac Beth Time that had yielded itself unnoticed to me has now become an irritating virus while the English armies are at this very moment marching towards Dunsinane. Can the same forces of the unnatural that prophesied my crowning now conspire to form against me? No, I am assured of my destiny and of those that now plot my fall, were they not all born of woman. They will fail in their efforts to ravage from my head my prize, this golden ring. Still the spirit of rejuvenation that is found in the peaceful haven of sleep escapes me. Had Duncan not force my hand I would have become my hearts greatest desire, free of blood. I desire with passion to scorn his once gracious office and his taintless memory to appease my disturb ego. Was I not more highly regarded than all in Scotland, a worthy and valiant savior to our country?
Approximate Word count = 595
Approximate Pages = 2.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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