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Was he not born of woman? “ The spirits that know
All mortal consequences, have pronounc'd me thus": " Fear not, Macbeth ; no man, that's born of woman, * Shall e'er have power upon thet." - Then fly, false
thanes, una And mingle with the English epicures Wall The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sagg with doubt*, nor shake with fear. 130
52 Enter a Servant.
izarra "The devil damn thee black.,” thou cream-fac'd loon"! Where got'st thou that goose look? Ser. There is ten thousands or 10 h Mac. Geese, villain ? Ser. Soldiers, sir. Mac. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear's Thou lily-liver'd boy*. “ What soldiers, patch* ? “Death of thy soul ! *those linen cheeks of thine " Are counsellors to fear.” What soldiers, whey-face? Ser. The English force, so please you. 140 Mac. Take thy face hence.--Seyton !-I am sick at heart,
smo When I behold—Seyton, I say !—This push Will cheer me ever, or *disseat me now. y los I have liv'd long enough: *my May of life solo Is fall’n into the sear*, the yellow leaf : glow didW And that which should accompany old age, La As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, EM
I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, h Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, !
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
Mac. I'll put it on.
160 How does your patient, doctor ?
Do£t. Not so sick, my lord,
Mac. Cure her of that:
Doct. Therein the patient
Mac. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.
Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes Ay from me:
them? Dokt. Ay, my good lord ; your royal preparation Makes us hear something.
Mac. Bring it after me.
188 " Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, " Prosit again should hardly draw me here.” [Exeunt.
Drum and Colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MAC
DUFF, SIWARD's Son, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, and Soldiers marching.
Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe.
Ment. We doubt it nothing.
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
« Sold. It shall be done."
Siw. We learn no other, *but the confident tyrant
Mal. 'Tis his main hope :
Macd. Let our just censures
Siw. The time approaches,
Erter MACBETH, Seyron, and Soldiers, with Drums
Mac. Hang out our banners on the outward walls ; The
cry is still, They come : Our castle's strength Wil 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. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Mac. I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have coolid To hear a night-shriek; and my *fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't : *I have supt full with horrors ; 230 Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.--Wherefore was that cry?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Mat. *She should have dy'd hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, "To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools 'The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! 240 Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an ideot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing:
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Gracious my lord,