Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his bro ther? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file And many unrough youths, that even now Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Now does he feel Ang. Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, When all that is within him does condemn Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medecin † of the sickly weal; Len. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt, marching. * Unbearded. + The physician, SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle. 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 fear. What's the boy Malcolm! Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus: Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, Shall e'er have power on thee.Then fly, false thanes, And mingle with the English epicures: The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon; t Where got'st thou that goose look ? Serv. There is ten thousand Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. Macb. 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? Serv. The English force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Enter Seytou. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Macb. What news more? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was re ported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me my armour. Sey. Macb. I'll put it on. 'Tis not needed yet. Send out more horses, skirrt the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine ar mour. How does your patient, doctor? Doct. Macb. Not so sick, my lord, Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it. Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me: Come, sir, despatch :-If thou couldst, doctor, cast And purge it to a sound and pristine health, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.— them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb. Bring it after me.—— I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Erit. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane: A wood in view. Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, Old Siward and his Son, Macduff, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, Rosse, 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? The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us. Sold. It shall be done. Sim. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Macd. Attend the true event, and put we on Siw.. Let our just censures The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle. Enter, with drums and colours, Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength i. e. Greater and less. + Determine. |