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Enter Seyton, with the King's Truncheon, and a
Gentleman, with his Armour. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.Give me my staff: Seyton, send out:—Doctor, the thanes fly from me: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.What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence ?—Hearest thou of
them? Phy. Ay, my good lord, your royal preparation Makes us hear something.
Macb. Bring it after me.-
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.—Exeunt.
Birnam Forest.—A March.
Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, Lenox,
Rosse, and Soldiers.
Macd. We doubt it nothing.
soldier hew him down a bough,
Len, It shall be done.
Rosse. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Macd. 'Tis his main hope:
Siw. Let our just censures
Macd. The time approaches,
Exeunt into the Wood.
The Ramparts of the Castle at Dunsinane.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Attendants.
Macb. 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: Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home.
[A cry within, of Women. What is that noise ?
Sey. It is the
Enter Seyton. Wherefore was that cry?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Macb. She should have died hereafter;
way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Enter First Officer. Thou com'st to use thy tongue: thy story quickly. 1 Off. Gracious
lord, should report that which, I say, I saw, But know not how to do't.
Macb. Well, say, sir,
1 Off. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, me thought, The wood began to move.
Macb. Liar and slave ! 1 Off. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
Within this three mile may you see it coming;
Macb. If thou speak'st false,
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.—Exeunt'
A Plain before the Castle at Dunsinane.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, Lenox, and Sol
DIERS, with Boughs, discovered. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw
down, And how like those you are :—You, worthy uncle, Shall, wish my cousin, your right noble son, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, According to our order. Len. This way, my lord, the castle's gently ren
Siw. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak : give them
all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
A Court in the Castle at Dunsinane.
Macb. They have ty'd 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 Macduff and Soldiers. Macd. 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 kernes, whose arms Are hird to bear their staves ; either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. Let me find him, fortune! and More I beg not.