Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.- Hear'st thou of them? Doctor. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macbeth. I will not be afraid of death and bane 50 Bring it after me.— 59 Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. [Exit. SCENE IV. Country near Birnam Wood. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, Ross, and Soldiers, marching. Malcolm. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand That chambers will be safe. Menteith. We doubt it nothing. The wood of Birnam. Siward. What wood is this before us? Malcolm. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, The numbers of our host, and make discovery Siward. We learn no other but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before 't. Malcolm. 'T is his main hope; Macduff. Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. Siward. Let our just censures The time approaches That will with due decision make us know SCENE V. Dunsinane. [Exeunt, marching. Within the Castle. Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum and colours. Macbeth. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, [A cry of women within. What is that noise? Seyton. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macbeth. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't. I have supp'd full with horrors; [Exit. ΙΟ Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry? Seyton. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macbeth. She should have died hereafter; Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Enter a Messenger. Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Messenger. Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw, Macbeth. Well, say, sir. Messenger. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macbeth. Liar and slave! Messenger. Let me endure your wrath, if 't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macbeth. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive Till famine cling thee; if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution, and begin 40 330 20 124 To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out !— There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.- SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the Castle. 50 [Exeunt. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFf, and their Army, with boughs. Malcolm. Now near enough: your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are.-You, worthy uncle, Shall with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our first battle; worthy Macduff and we Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macduff. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. SCENE VII. Another Part of the Field. Alarums. Enter MACBETH. [Exeunt. Macbeth. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he Am I to fear, or none. Enter young SIWARD. Young Siward. What is thy name? Macbeth. Thou 'It be afraid to hear it. Young Siward. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Macbeth. My name's Macbeth. Young Siward. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macbeth. No, nor more fearful. 9 Young Siward. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. Macbeth. [They fight, and young Siward is slain. Thou wast born of woman. [Exit. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter MACDUff. Macduff. That way the noise is.-Tyrant, show thy face! If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; 20 [Exit. Alarums. Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siward. This way, my lord. The castle 's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war; |