Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother? Len. For certain, fir, he is not: I have a file Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Some fay, he's mad; others, that leffer hate him, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his diftemper'd cause Now does he feel Ang. Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, When all that is within him does condemn Itself, for being there? Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medecin of the fickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Len. Or fo much as it needs, To dew the fovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt, marching, SCENE III. Dunfinane. A Room in the Castle, Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Mach. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all : I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The mind I fway by, and the heart I bear, Enter a Servant, The devil damn thee black, thou cream'd-fac'd loon! Ser. There is ten thousand Macb. Ser. Geefe, villain? Soldiers, fir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Are counsellors to fear. What foldiers, whey-face ? Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am fick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I fay!-This push And And that which fhould accompany old age, Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? Macb. What news more? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Send out more horfes, fkirr the country round; Hang thofe that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour.— How does your patient, doctor? Do&t. Not fo fick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Cure her of that: Macb. Do&t. Muft minifter to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw phyfick to the dogs, I'll none of it.Come, put mine armour on; give me my ftaff:Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me :— Come, fir, despatch;-If thou could'st, doctor, cast The The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a found and pristine health, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I fay.- Would scour these English hence?—Hearest thou of them? Macb. Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. Doct. Were I from Dunfinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. SCENE IV. Country near Dunfinane: A Wood in view. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching. Mal. Coufins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be fafe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. The wood of Birnam, Siw. What wood is this before us? Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Mal. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and lefs have given him the revolt; And none serve with him but constrained things, Macd. Let our juft cenfures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious foldiership. Si-w. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know Towards which, advance the war. SCENE V. [Exeunt, marching. Dunfinane. Within the Caftle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, What is that noife? [A cry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my fenfes would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As |