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. Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, And many unrough youths, that even now Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Ang. Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands: Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, Itself, for being there? Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly owed: Meet we the medecin† of the sickly weal; 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. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Enter MACBETH, DOCTOR, and Attendants. I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm! * Ascetic. + The physician. All mortal consequents, pronounced me thus Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, Shall e'er have power on thee.- -Then fly, false thanes, 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. Geese, villain? Serv. Soldiers, Sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart, Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Macb. What news more? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Give me my armour. 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 armour. How does your patient, doctor? Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Doct. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.- That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say. What rhubarb, senna, or what purgatíve drug, 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, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. 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 Sold. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down befor't. Mal. "Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and lesst have given him the revolt; And none serve with him, but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too. Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe, *I. e. inspect her urine. + High and low. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forced with those that should be ours, [A cry within, of Women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. 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! 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, But know not how to do it. 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. Macb. Liar, and slave! Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: [Striking him. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, 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.- [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same. A plain before the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, 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, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, 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. -What's he, Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, Am I to fear, or none. Enter young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. 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. Macb. No, nor more fearful. |