Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sag with doubt, nor shake with fear. Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Serv. There is ten thousand Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say! This push I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Enter SEYTON. What news more? Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Macb. Sey. All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Give me my armor. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.- Give me mine armor. How does your patient, doctor? Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.— And purge it to a sound and pristine health, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say. What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Bring it after me. Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. [Exeunt. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane; a Wood in view. Enter, with drum and colors, 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. The wood of Birnam. Siw. What wood is this before us? 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 Mal. 'Tis his main hope; For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt; Let our just censures Macd. Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe, SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with drums and colors, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forced with those that should be ours, Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! 1 Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I shall report that which I say I saw, Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill. I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar and slave! Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so. Macb. I pall 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.- [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with drums and colors, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, with boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are.-You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son, W Siw. Fare you well.— 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 breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII. The same. Another Part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bearlike, 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. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Macb. 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 a title More hateful to mine ear. No, nor more fearful. Macb. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword. I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. Macb. [They fight, and Young Siward is slain. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter MACDUff. [Exit. 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 Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, I sheathe again unheeded. There thou shouldst be; [Exit. Alarum. Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord.-The castle's gently rendered: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; |