'Till Birnam wood remove to Dunfinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The mind I fway by, and the heart I bear, The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Att. There is ten thousand. MAC. Geefe, villain ? Att. Soldiers, fir. MAC'. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, [heart, MAC. Take thy face hence.-Seyton! I am fick at I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Enter SEYTON. SEY. What is your gracious pleasure? MAC. What news more? SEY. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. MAC. I'll fight,till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.— Give me my armour. Ser. 'Tis not needed yet. MAC". I'll put it on. Send out more horses, fkirr the country round; Doc. Not fo fick, my lord, As fhe is troubl'd with thick-coming fancies, MAC. Cure her of that: Canft thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Doc. Therein the patient MAC'. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it. That fhould applaud again. - Pull't off, I fay.. Would fcour these English hence? Heareft thou of them? ་ Doc. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear fomething. MAC. Bring it after me.— I will not be afraid of death and bane, 'Till Birnam forest come to Dunfinane. Doc. "Were I from Dunfinane away and clear, "Profit again should hardly draw me here." [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Plains leading to Dunfinane; aWood adjacent. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM; old SEYWARD, and his Son; MACDUFF, MENTETH, and the other Thanes, and Soldiers, marching. MAL. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be fafe. MEN. We doubt it nothing. o. S. What wood is this before us? MAL. Let every foldier hew him down a bough, Sol. It fhall be done. o. S. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps ftill in Dunfinane, and will endure Our fetting down before it. MAL. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be gone, Both more and less have given him the revolt; MACd. Let our juft cenfures Attend the true event, and put we on 27 to be given, Industrious foldiership. o. S. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt marching. SCENE V. Dunfinane. A Plat-form within the Castle. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. MAC. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, Ser. It is the cry of women, my good lord. To the last fyllable of recorded time; Told by an ideot, full of found and fury, Enter a Meffenger. Thou com'ft to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I should report that which I'd say I saw, MAC. Well, fay it, fir. Mef. As I did ftand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. MAC. Liar, and slave! [Atriking him. Mef. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not fo: Within this three mile may you fee it coming; I fay, a moving grove. MAC. If thou speak'ft falfe, Upon the next tree fhalt thou hang alive, "Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be footh, I care not if thou doft for me as much. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, 'till Birnam wood |