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THE COUNTRY NEAR DUNSINANE.
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.
Ment. The English power is near, led on by
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
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
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.
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
Who then shall blame
His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam.
DUNSINANE. 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 Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
And mingle with the English epicures:
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Enter a Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where got'st thou that goose look?
Ser. There is ten thousand
Soldiers, sir. Mac. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Ser. The English force, so please you.
Mac. Take thy face hence.-Seyton! I am sick at heart,
When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?
What news more?
Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was re
Mac. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
Give me my armour.
Mac. I'll put it on.
Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine ar
'Tis not needed yet.
How does your patient, doctor?
Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest.
Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
Mac. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it.
Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:-
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
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.
Bring it after me.—— I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here.
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.
We doubt it nothing.
Siw. What wood is this before us?
The wood of Birnam.
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.