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Caith. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies :
Some he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,

Enter a Servant.
Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd Within the belt of rule.

loon ! Ang. Now does he feel

Where gott’st thou that goose look ? IIis secret murders sticking on his hands ;

SERV. There is ten thousandNow minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ; K. MacB.

Geese, villain? Those he commands move only in command,

SERV.

Soldiers, sir. Nothing in love: now does he feel his title

K. MACB. Go, prick thy face, and over-red Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe

thy fear, Upon a dwarfish thief.

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ? MENT.

Who, then, shall blame Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine His pester'd senses to recoil and start,

Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheyWhen all that is within him does condemn

face ? Itself for being there ?

SERV. The English force, so please you, Caith.

Well, march we on, K. Macb. Take thy face hence.To give obedience where 't is truly ow'd :

[Exit Servant. Meet we the med'cine of the sickly weal ;

Seyton !I am sick at heart,
And with him pour we, in our country's purge, When I behold—Seyton, I say !—This push
Each drop of us.

Will chair ® me ever, or dis-seat me now.
LEN.
Or so much as it needs,

I have liv’d long enough: my way of life To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf ; weeds,

And that which should accompany old age, Make we our march towards Birnam.

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, [Eceunt, marching. I must not look to have ; but in their stead,

Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare

not.

Seyton !
SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A Room in the
Castle.

Enter SEYTON.

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b the med'cine--] The physician, C - sag-1 Droop, flag.

- patch?] Fool. See note (d). p. 372, Vol. I. e Will chair me erer, or dis-seal me now.) “ Chair" is an emendation due to Dr. Percy, the old text having "cheer."

1 – way of life-] The arguments for and against Johnson's

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proposal to read May of life," extend over four pages of the Variorum edition, It is unnecessary now to repeat them : most readers have learnt from Capell or Gifford that “ way of life,” the cursus vite of the Romans, is "a simple periphrasis for life.Those who are unacquainted with the latter's excellent note upon this phrase, should refer to it :--Massinger's Works, Vol. IV, p. 309, ed. 1813. See also Florio's “World of Wordes," 1611, in roce "Guado," which “ resolute John” explains to mean, among other things, "the way, course, or race of man's life."

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me.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas’d; The numbers of our host, and make discovery Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ;

Err in report of us. Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;

SOLD.

It shall be done. And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,

Siw. We learn no other, but the confident Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff a

tyrant Which weighs upon the heart ?

Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Doct.

Therein the patient Our setting down before 't.(1) Must minister to himself.

MAL.

'Tis his main hope: K. MACB. Throw physic to the dogs,- I'll For where there is advantage to be given, none of it.

Both more and less have given him the revolt ; Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff :- And none serve with him but constrained things, Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from Whose hearts are absent too.

MacD.

Let our just censures Come, sir, dispatch.-If thou couldst, doctor, cast Attend the true event, and put we on The water of my land, find her disease,

Industrious soldiership. And purge it to a sound and pristine health,

Siw.

The time approaches, I would applaud thee to the very echo,

That will with due decision make us know That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.--

What we

shall say we have, and what we owe. What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; Would scour these English hence ?—Hearst thou But certain issue strokes must arbitrate : of them ?

Towards which advance the war. Doct. Ay, my good lord ; your royal pre

[Exeunt, marching. paration Makes us hear something: K. MacB.

Bring it after me.I will not be afraid of death and bane,

SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

[Exeunt all except the Doctor. Enter, with drum and colours, KING MACBETH, Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,

SEYTON, and Soldiers. Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit.

K. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward

walls;
The
cry is still, They come.

Our castle's strength SCENE IV.–Country near Dunsinane: a Wood

Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie in view.

Till famine and the ague eat them up.

Were they not forc'do with those that should be Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old

ours, SIWARD and his Son, MacDUFF, MENTEITH, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,

And beat them backward home.
CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, Ross, and
Soldiers, marching.

[A cry of women within.

What is that noise ? Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at

Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. hand,

(Exit. That chambers will be safe.

K. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of MENT. We doubt it nothing.

fears : Siw. What wood is this before us ?

The time has been, my senses would have cool'd MENT.

The wood of Birnam. To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair MAL. Let soldier hew him down a bough,

Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir every And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors ;

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(*) Old text, Cyme. a Cleanse the stufr'd bosom of that perilous stuff-] To avoid the disagreeable recurrence of the word "stuff," Steevens was led to read, 'soul bosom," and he adduced in support of his emendation the line in "As You Like It," Act II. Sc. 6,

“Cleanse the foul body of the infected world." Notwithstanding Malone's defence of the repetition, we are strongly inclined to believe with Steevens that the line originally stood as he presents it, or thus," Cleanse the clogg'd bosom of that perilous stuff," &c.;

or,

“ Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous load," &c. b For where there is adrantage to be given,

Both more and less have given him the revolt;] Given, in the first line, is indubitably wrong, and was probably caught up by the compositor from the line which follows. John. son suggested, “- - advantage to be

gone; " &c. Steevens," - advantage to be got," &c.; and Mr. Singer, "- advantage to be gain'd," &c.

forc'd-] Strengthened. Mr. Collier's annotator reads, farc'd !

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Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.

Re-enter SEYTON.

Wherefore was that cry? SEY.

The queen, my lord, is dead. K. MacB. She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word.— To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Within this three mile may you see it coming ;
I say, a moving grove.
K. MacB,

If thou speak’st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine clinga thec: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost 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
Do come to Dunsinane ;- and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane !Arm, arm, and out !-
If this which he avouches does appear,
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

undone. — Ring the alarum-bell !-Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

[Exeunt.

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And show like those you are.—You, worthy uncle, I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Are hir'd to bear their staves : either thou,
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we

Macbeth,
Shall take upon 's what else remains to do, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
According to our order.

I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst
Fare
you

well. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, By this great clatter, one of greatest note Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

Seems bruited.—Let me find him, Fortune! Macd. Make all our trumpets speak ; give | And more I beg not. [Exit. Alarums.

them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums.

Enter: MALCOLM and old SIWARD.

Siw.

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More hateful to mine ear.
K. Mace.

No, nor more fearful.
Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant! with

my

sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. K. Macb. Thou wast born of woman.But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.

[Erit.

Macv).

Turn, hell-hound, turn !
K. 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 ! [They fight.
K. Mace.

Thou losest labour:
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ;
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
Maci.

Despair thy charm;
And let the angel whom thou still hast servid
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.

Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.

Macy. 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.

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debt;

K. MACB. Accursed be that tongue that tells MAL. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. me so,

Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's For it hath cow'd my better part (2) of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, He only liv'd but till he was a man ; That palter with us in a double sense ;

The which no sooner had his prowess confirm’d That keep the word of promise to our car, In the unshrinking station where he fought, And break it to our hope !—I'll not fight with But like a man he died. thee.

Siw.

Then he is dead ? MacD. Then yield thee, coward,

Ross. Ay, and brought off the field: your And live to be the show and gaze o' the time.

cause of sorrow We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Must not be measur’d by his worth, for then Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,

It hath no end. Here may you see the tyrant.

Siw. Had he his hurts before ? K. MACB.

I will not yield, Ross. Ay, on the front. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Siw.

Why, then, God's soldier be he! And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, I would not wish them to a fairer death :
And thou oppos’d, being of no woman born, And so, his knell is knoll’d.
Yet I will try the last before my body

Mal.

He's worth more sorrow, I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff ; And that I'll spend for him. And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough! Siw.

He's worth no more : [Exeunt, fighting. They say he parted well, and paid his score:

And so, God be with him !-Here comes newer

comfort. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and

colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Ross, LENNOX, ANGUS, CAITHNESS, MENTEITH,

Re-enter MACDUFF, with KING MACBETH'S head.(3) and Soldiers.

Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe Macb. Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, arriv'd.

where stands Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I The usurper's cursed head: the time is free ! see,

I see thee compass’d with thy kingdom's pearl, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

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