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Curses not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
What news more ? 140 Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reported.
Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack’d.
'Tis not needed yet.
Send out more horses, skir the country round; 145 Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour.
How does your patient, doctor ?
Not so sick, my lord,
Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; 150 Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;
Therein the patient 155 Must minister to himself.
Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I 'll none of it.-
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,
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, 165 Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?
Doct. Ay, my good lord ; your royal preparation
Bring it after me.-
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
SCENE IV.—Country near Dunsinane. A Wood in diew. Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old SIWARD and his
Son, MacDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, Lenox, ROSSE, and Soldiers, marching.
Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand,
We doubt it nothing.
The wood of Birnam. 175 Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,
And bear't before him ; thereby shall we shadow
Soldiers. It shall be done.
Siw. We learn no other but the confident tyrant 180 Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before 't.
'Tis his main hope :
Whose hearts are absent too. 185 Macd.
Let our just censures
The time approaches,
What we shall say we have, and what we owe. 190 Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :
The cry is still, “ They come :” our castle's strength 195 Will laugh a siege to scorn : here let them lie
Till famine and the ague eat them up :
What is that noise ? 200 Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. [Exit.
Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts,
Wherefore was that cry?
Macb. She should have died hereafter;
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, 220 Signifying nothing.–
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Gracious my lord,
But know not how to do it.
Well, say, sir.
I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
Liar and slave!
I say, a moving grove. 230 Macb.
If thou speak’st false,
I pull in resolution; and begin
That lies like truth : “Fear not, till Birnam wood .
If this which he avouches does appear,
I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
SCENE VI.—The same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with drums and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD,
MacDUFF, etc., and their Army, with boughs. 245 Mal. Now, near enough; your leavy screens throw
According to our order. 250 Siw.
Fare you well.-
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all
SCENE VII.—The same. Another part of the Plain.
Enter MACBETH. 255 Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he
Enter Young SIWARD.
Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. 260 Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter
No, nor more fearful.
[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. 265 Macb.
Thou wast born of woman.-
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
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