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He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of rule.

Ang. Now does he feel

His secret murders sticking on his hands;
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Those he commands, move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title

Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Ment. Who then shall blame

His péster'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 sickly weal; .

And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Each drop of us.

Len. Or so much as it needs,

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To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.

Make we our march towards Birnam.

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[Exeunt marching.

SCENE III.

Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.

Mac. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all: 'Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,

I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?

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Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequences, have pronounc'd me thus: Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman,

Shall e'er have power upon thee.

thanes,

Then fly, false

And mingle with the English epicures: ⚫

The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,

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Enter a Servant.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon!. Where got'st thou that goose look?

Ser. There is ten thousand

Mac. Geese, villain?..

Ser. Soldiers, sir,

Mac. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine

Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Ser. The English force, so please you.

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Mac. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am sick

at heart,

When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
I have liv'd long enough: my May of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany

old age,

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

I must not look to have; but in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

Seyton!

Enter SEYTON.

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Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
Mac. What news more?

Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Mac. I'll fight, 'till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.

Give me my armour.

Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.

Mac. I'll put it on.

Send out more horses, skirr the country round;
Hang those that talk of fear.-———Give me mine ar-

mour.

How does your patient, doctor?

Doft. Not so sick, my lord,

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.

Mac. Cure her of that:

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas`d;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff,
Which weighs upon the heart?

Doct. Therein the patient

Must minister to himself.

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Mac. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it.Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff :

Seyton,

Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me :
Come, sir, dispatch :-If thou could'st, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.-
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou.of
them?

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Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something..

Mac. Bring it after me.

I will not be afraid of death and bane,

'Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

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Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,

Profit again should hardly draw me here.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Drum and Colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, SIWARD's Son, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, and Soldiers marching.

Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe.

Ment. We doubt it nothing.

Siw. What wood is this before us?

Ment. The wood of Birnam.

Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow

The

The numbers of our host, and make discovery

Err in report of us.

Sold. It shall be done.

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Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure

Our setting down befor't.

Mal. 'Tis his main hope:

For where there is advantage to be given,

Both more and less have given him the revolt;
And none serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too.

Macd. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on

Industrious soldiership.

Siw. The time approaches,

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That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt marching.

SCENE V.

Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with Drums and Colours.

Mac. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, 'Till famine, and the ague, eat them up:

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