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I have lived long enough: my way of life
Enter Seyton. Sey. What's your gracious pleasure ? Macb.
What news more? 30 Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack’d.
Give me my armour. Sey.
'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on.
Send out moe horses, skirr the country round;
How does your patient, doctor?
Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
Cure her of that.
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Which weighs upon the heart?
Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. Come, put mine armour on ; give me my
of them ?
Makes us hear something.
Bring it after me.
60 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.
That chambers will be safe.
We doubt it nothing.
The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let
soldier hew him down a bough,
It shall be done.
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before 't.
'Tis his main hope: 10
Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on
The time approaches,
Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers, with drum and
Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls ;
cry is still • They come :' our castle's strength
[A cry of women within.
What is that noise ?
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. [Exit.
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd 10
Wherefore was that cry?