Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton! Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Mach. What news more? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Macb. I'll put it on.— Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour.- Doct. As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Not so sick, my lord, Cure her(110) of that: Macb. Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff(111) Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs,-I'll none of it.— That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.— Macb. Bring it after me.— I will not be afraid of death and bane, VOL. VII. F Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exeunt all except Doctor. 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 young SIWARD, 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? The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, 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 ta'en, Both more and less have given him the revolt ;(113) Macd. Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. Siw. Let our just censures The time approaches That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle. Enter, with drum 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 Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie Till famine and the ague eat them up: Were they not fore'd(114) with those that should be ours, And beat them backward home. [A cry of women within. What is that noise? Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors; [Exit.(115) 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.— Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. say I saw, I should report that which I But know not how to do it. Macb. The wood began to move. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt(118) thou hang alive, I pull in resolution;(119) and begin To doubt th' equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' the world were now undone.— SCENE VI. The same. A plain before the castle. [Exeunt. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Macduff, &c., 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. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. The same. Another part of the plain. Alarums. Enter MACBETH. Mach. They've 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 none. Enter young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Macb. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [They fight, and young Siward is slain. Macb. Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. [Exit. 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 kerns, whose arms I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be ; And more I beg not. [Exit. Alarums. |