Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Sold. 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. "Tis his main hope: Mal. Both more and less have given him the revolt; And none serve with him but constrained things, Macd. Siw. Let our just censures The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know [Exeunt, march SCENE V.-DUNSINANE. Within the Castle. Enter, with drum and colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.- Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I should report that which I say I saw, Macb. 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. Liar, and slave! Macb. [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, 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 Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!— There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. Ring the alarum-bell!-Blow, wind! come, wrack! [Exeunt. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all bre Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exe Another part of the Plain Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call 'st thyself a hotter nam Than any is in hell. [They fight, and young SIWARD is slaž But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, [Exi I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; [Exit. Alarums. Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war; The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. SCENE VIII.-The same. Another part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die Macd. Enter MACDUFF, 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,My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! Macb. [They fight. Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. Macd. Despair thy charm; Macd. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, Macb. I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCO old SIWARD, ROSS, LENNOX, ANGUS, CAITHNESS, M TEITH, and Soldiers. Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. Siw. Some must go of; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only liv'd but till he was a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died. Siw. Then he is dead? Ross. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorr Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then |