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Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

[Exeunt all except Doctor.

[Exit.

Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here.

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?
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 ta'en,
Both more and less have given him the revolt ;(113)
And none serve with him but constrainèd things,
Whose hearts are absent too.

Macd.
. Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

Siw.
The time approaches
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which advance the war.

Let our just censures

[Exeunt, marching.

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I should report that which I say I saw,

But know not how to do it.

Macb.

Well, say, sir. (117) Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move.

Macb.

Liar and slave!

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,
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much.-

I pull in resolution ;(119) and begin

To doubt th' 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 a-weary of the sun,

And wish th' 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI. The same. A plain before the castle.

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.

Siw.

Fare you well.Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

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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 ore fearful.

Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

Macb.

[They fight, and young Siward is slain. Thou wast born of woman.But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.

My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms

Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.

Macd. That way the noise is.—Tyrant, show thy face! If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,

Are hir'd to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;

By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited:-let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.

[Exit.

[Exit. Alarums.

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