Ang, Near Birnam-wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming, Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Seyward's fon 1 And many unrough youths, that even now Ment. What does the Tyrant? Cath. Great Dunfinane he ftrongly fortifies; He cannot buckle his diftemper'd cause Ang, Now does he feel His fecret murthers fticking on his hands; Hang loofe about him, like a giant's robę Ment. Who then fhall blame His pefter'd fenfes to recoil, and start, Itfelf, for being there? Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd. n Meet we the ined'cine of the fickly weal The two first fo's, unruffe; the two la and R. unruff; P. unruff'd. T. explains unrough by unbearded. m The two jaft fols, bates for bate, n W. fays we fhould read medicin, i. e. phyfician. And 1 And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us. 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. The Caftle of Dunfinane. Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. Mach. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; 'Till Birnam-wood remove to Dunfinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy, Malcolm? Shall e'er have power upon thee.-Then fly, falfe Thanes And mingle with the English epicures. The mind I fway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never fag with doubt, nor shake with fear. Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! • T.'s octavo reads me for we; his duodecimo, W. and J. up for we. All but fo's and C. omit marching. ¶ No description in fo's, C. A room in the cafle, r P. and all after omit The. s P. and all after, it for me thus; except C. who reads me, omitting thus. The laft f. and all after, except C. lorun for loon. H 4 Ser. Ser. There are ten thoufand Mach. Geefe, villain? Ser. Soldiers, Sir. Matb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Are counsellors to fear. What foldiers, w whey-face? at Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am fick åt heart, X y When I behold-Seyton, I fay!-This push I must not look to have; but in their ftead, Enter Seyton. Sey. What's your gracious pleasure? Macb. What news more? Sey. All is confirm'd, my Lord, which was reported. Fo's and C. is for are. The fo's and R. whay-face. x The firft f. dif-cate for diferfe. Shakespeare might write disseat. y Aņ Anonymus would have it—my May of life. Way is used for courfe, progress. W. The Anonymus appears to be F.. z R. P, and H. amit Seyton! Μας, Mach. I'll fight 'till from my bones my flesh be hackt; Send out more horfes, fkirre the country round; Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour. Do&. Not fo fick, my Lord, As fhe is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Mach. Cure her of that. Canft thou not minifter to a mind difeas'd, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And, with fome fweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuft bofom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Mach. Throw phyfic to the dogs, I'll none of it. And purge it to a found and * priftine health; That should applaud again,-Pull 't off, I say Mach. Bring it after me, I will not be afraid of death and bane, 'Till Birnam foreft come to Dunsinane. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again fhould hardly draw me here. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Birnam wood. • Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolm, Seyward, Macduff, Seyward's Son, Menteth, Cathnefs, Angus, and Soldiers marching. Mal. Coufins, I hope the days are near at hand, That chambers will be fafe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Sey. What wood is this before us? |