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My mind she has mated 58, and amaz'd my sight:
Good night, good doctor.
The Country near Dunsinane.
Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, CATA
Ness, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.
Near Birnam wood
What does the tyrant?
he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant fury :: but, for certain,
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Now does he feel
Who then shall blame
Well, march we on,
Or so much as it needs,
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?
Enter a Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon!
Ser. There is ten thousand
Ser. The English force, so please you.
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
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, Sey.
'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Şend out more horses, skirr the country round 6; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour. How does your patient, doctor? Doct.
Not so sick, my lord,
Cure her of that:
Therein the patient Must minister to himself,
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 :VOL. VI.
Come, sir, despatch :-If thou could'st, doctor, cast
Bring it after me.
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Erit.
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,
We doubt it nothing.
The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow