140 Curses not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Enter SEYTON. Sey. What's your gracious pleasure? Macb. What news more? flesh be hack'd. Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Give me my armour. Sey. my 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on.— Send out more horses, skir the country round; 145 Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour.How does your patient, doctor? Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Doct. 155 Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.— Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff :Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me.— Come, sir, despatch.-If thou couldst, doctor, cast 160 The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, Hear'st thou of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Macb. Bring it after me.-— 170 I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, [Exit. [Exit. SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane. A Wood in view. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, ROSSE, and Soldiers, marching. 175 Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand, Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Soldiers. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other but the confident tyrant 180 Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure 185 Our setting down before 't. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: Macd. Let our just censures Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe. 190 Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; But certain issue strokes must arbitrate: Towards which advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with drums and colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls cry 195 Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie 200 Till famine and the ague eat them up : Were they not forced with those that should be ours, ; [Exit. And beat them backward home. [A cry within, of women. 205 As life were in 't I have supp'd full with horrors; Cannot once start me. [Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; 210 There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 215 The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, 220 Signifying nothing.— Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story, quickly. I should report that which I say I saw, 225 230 But know not how to do it. Macb. Well, say, sir. Macb. Liar and slave! 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. Macb. 235 To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood 240 There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. 245 250 And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.- [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same. A Plain before the Castle. down, And show like those you are.-You, worthy uncle, Siw. Sc. VII.] 255 260 265 MACBETH. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The same. Another part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's he That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none. Enter Young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Macb. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword [They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. Alarums. Enter MACDuff. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy face: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, 270 My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; |