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Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou

of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. МАСВ.

Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. Doct. (Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and

clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. (Exeunt.


Country near Birnam wood. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD

and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, Ross, 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 numbers of our host and make discovery Err in report of us. SOLDIERS.

It shall be done. Siw. 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,

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

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

The time approaches That will with due decision make us know What we

shall have and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, But certain issue strokes must arbitrate : Towards which advance the war. [Exeunt, marching.

say we



Dunsinane. Within the castle.
Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with

drum and colours. MacB. Hang outour 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 forced with those that should beours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home.

[A cry of women within.

What is that noise ? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

[Erit. MacB. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have coold To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair


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Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors ;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.

Re-enter SEYTON.

Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour


the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Enter a Messenger.
Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.

Mess. Gracious my lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do it.

Well, say, sir.
MESS. As I did stand


I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move.

Liar and slave!
Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
Within this three mile may you see it coming ;

the hill,

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I say, a moving grove.

If thou speak’st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much.
I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane : and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
If this which he avouches does

appear, There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I'gin to be

aweary And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind ! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.


of the sun,

SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD,

MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs. MAL. Now near enough: your leafy screens

throw down, And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we Shall take upon's what else remains to do, According to our order. Siw.

Fare you


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.


Another part of the field.

Alarums. Enter MACBETH.
MacB. They have tied 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 rione.

SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? МАСв.

Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a

hotter name Than


is in hell. МАСв.

My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce

Enter young

a title

More hateful to mine ear.

No, nor more fearful. Yo, Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my

sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

[They fight, and young Siward is slain. МАСв.

Thou wast born of woman.

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