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Both more and less have given him the revolt;
Attend the true event, and put we on
Let our just censures
The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know
SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle.
Enter, with drums and colors, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers.
Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors;
Macb. She should have died hereafter;
1"-my fell of hair," my hairy part, my capilititium. Fell is skin, properly a sheep's skin with the wool on it.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Enter a Messenger.
Thou com❜st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
1 shall report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do it.
Well, say, sir.
Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move.
Liar and slave! 2
Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so. Within this three mile may you see it coming;
I say, a moving grove.
If thou speak'st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
1 "The last syllable of recorded time" seems to signify the utmost period fixed in the decrees of Heaven for the period of life. The record of futurity is indeed no accurate expression; but as we only know transactions past or present, the language of men affords no term for the volumes of prescience in which future events may be supposed to be written.
2 ["Striking him,"] says the stage direction in the margin of all the modern editions; but this stage direction is not in the old copies: it was first interpolated by Rowe, and is now omitted on the suggestion of the late Mr. Kemble. See his Essay on Macbeth and King Richard III. Lond. 1817. p. 111.
3 To cling, in the northern counties, signifies to shrivel, wither, or dry up. Clung-wood is wood of which the sap is entirely dried or spent. The same idea is well expressed by Pope in his version of the nineteenth Iliad, 166:
Clung with dry famine, and with toils declined."
I care not if thou dost for me as much.-
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!-
I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.-
SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle.
Enter, with drums and colors, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army, with boughs.
Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down,
And show like those you are.-You, worthy uncle,
Lead our first battle; worthy Macduff, and we,
Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all
SCENE VII. The same.
Another Part of the Plain.
Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bearlike, I must fight the course.1-What's he, That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter
My name's Macbeth.
Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a
[They fight, and Young Siward is slain.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Alarums. Enter MACDUff.
Macd. That way the noise is.-Tyrant, show thy
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
1 "But, bearlike, I must fight the course." This was a phrase at bearbaiting. "Also you shall see two ten dog courses at the great bear."Antipodes, by Brome.
I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord.—The castle's gently rendered:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
And little is to do.
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.
Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee; But get thee back; my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already.
I have no words;
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
Macb. Thou losest labor: As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air-2
1 Bruited is reported, noised abroad; from bruit (Fr.).