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THE COUNTRY NEAR DUNSINANE.
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Menteth, Cathness,
Angus, Lenor, and Soldiers.
Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his
brother? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, And many unrough youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood. Ment.
What does the tyrant: Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule. Ang
Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands; Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Those he commands, move only in command, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Who then shall blame
Well, march we on,
Or so much as it needs,
A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. Mac. Bring me no more reports; let them fly
all: Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Mal
colm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus: Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, Shail e'er have power on thee. Then fly, false
And mingle with the English epicures:
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.
not. Seyton !
What news more?
Sey. All is confirni’d, my lord, which was re
ported. Mac. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be
hack'd.Give me my armour. Sey.
'Tis not needed yet. Mac. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.—Give me mine ar
mour.How does your patient, doctor? Doct.
Not so sick, my lord,
Cure her of that:
Therein the patient
it. Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me:Come, sir, despatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And
purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, 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. Mac. .
Bring it after me. -I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
[Erit. 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, Lenor, 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 The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us. Sold.
It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't.