[Jem Blythe is reading “MacBeth” to Faith as they both lie on a blanket in Rainbow Valley]

Jem: Macbeth shall never vanquished be, until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill shall come against him

Faith [doing a bad Scottish accent]: “Oh no — it’s the copse”

Jem: [rolls his eyes]

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