Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we meet them; that way are they coming. Ment. What does the tyrant ? Cath. Great Dunfinane he ftrongly fortifies: His fecret murders sticking on his hands; Ment. Who then shall blame His pefter'd fenfes to recoil, and start. Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd : 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 SCENE III. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all: 'Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fears. 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-fac'd loon! Serv. There is ten thoufand- Serv. Soldiers, fir. Mech. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What foldiers, patch? Death of thy, foul! thofe linen checks of thine Are counters to fear. What foldiers, whey-face! Serv.glish force, fo please you. Mach. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-Iam fick at heart, When i behold-Seyton, I fay !—This push I must not look to have; but, in their ftead, Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported, Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Send out my horses, skirr the country round; Hang thofe that talk of fear. mour. How does your patient, doctor? Doct. Not fo fick, my lord, -Give me mine ar As fhe is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Cure her of that: Can't thou not minister to a mind difeas'd; Muft minifter to himself. Macb. Throw phyfic to the dogs, I'll none of it.Come, put mine armour on; give me my ftaff:Seyton, fend out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from. Come, fir, difpatch :-If thou couldit, doctor, cait G The The water of my land, find her disease, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.— What rhubarb, fenna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou of them? Do&. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear fomething. Macb. Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, 'Till Birnam foreft come to Dunsinane. Doct. Were I from Dunfinane away and clear, Profit again fhould hardly draw me here. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Drum and Colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, SIWARD's Son, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, and Soldiers march. ing. Mal. Coufins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be fafe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Ment. The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every foldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him thereby fhall we fhadow The numbers of our hoft, and make discovery Err in report of us. Sold. It fhall be done. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps in Dunfinane, and will endure Our fetting down before't. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and lefs have given him the revolt; Macd. Let our just cenfures Attend the true event, and put we on Siw. The time approaches, That will, with due decifion, make us know SCENE V. Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drums and Colours. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is ftill, They come; Our caftle's ftrength Will laugh a fiege to fcorn: 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. 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-ihriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't: I have fupt full with horrors: Direness, familiar to my flaughtrous thoughts, Cannot once ftart me.-Wherefore was that cry? |