My mind she has mated 58, and amaz'd my sight: I think, but dare not speak. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Country near Dunsinane. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his bro ther? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, Protest their first of manhood. Men. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Ang. Now does he feel Upon a dwarfish thief. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, Itself, for being there? Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us. Len. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt marching. SCENE III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all : Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where got'st thou that goose look? Ser. There is ten thousand Macb. Geese, villain ? Ser. Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ? Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say ! -This push Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton! Enter SEYTΟΝ. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? Macb. 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. Give me my armour. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. ; Send out more horses, skirr the country round 62 Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour. How does your patient, doctor? Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Mach. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it.Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff :Seyton, send out. -Doctor, the thanes fly from me 1 Come, sir, despatch :-If thou could'st, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say. - Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb. Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, [Exit. [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 his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, ROSSE, 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 |