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Dunsinane. Within the Castle.
Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, Sey
TON, 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 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
noise ? [A cry within, of Women. Şey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hairo Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.--Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter;
arbitrate : ] i. e. determine.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Gracious my lord,
Well, say, sir. 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!
[Striking him. 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 thou hang alive, Tiîi 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
* Till famine cling thee :) Chung in the Northern counties, signifies any thing that is shrivelled or shrunk up.
Comes toward Dunsinane.--Arm, arm, and out !
A Plain before the Castle.
Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old
SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army, with
, and we,
all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
[Exeunt. Alarums continued.
Another part of the Plain.
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 none.
Enter young SIWARD.
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
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. Macb.
Thou wast born of woman.But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit.
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. 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 kernes, whose arms
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord ;-the castle's gently
We have met with foes
Enter, sir, the castle.
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and
die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better
Turn, hell-hound, turn. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd With blood of thine already. Macd.
I have no words,
* Seems bruited:] From bruit, Fr. To bruit is to report with clamour; to poise.