He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Ang. Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands; Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Ment. Who then shall blame His péster'd senses to recoil and start, When all that is within him does condemn Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal; . And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Len. Or so much as it needs, 100 110 To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. 120 [Exeunt marching. SCENE III. 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? Waз Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequences, have pronounc'd me thus: Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, Shall e'er have power upon thee. thanes, Then fly, false And mingle with the English epicures: ⚫ The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. 130 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 Mac. Geese, villain?.. Ser. 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. 140 Mac. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton! Enter SEYTON. 151 Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? 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. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Mac. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; mour. How does your patient, doctor? Doft. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Mac. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas`d; Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. 160 170 Mac. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it.Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff : Seyton, Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me : 180 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. 188 Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Drum and Colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, SIWARD's Son, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, 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 The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us. Sold. It shall be done. 200 Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down befor't. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt; Macd. Let our just censures Industrious soldiership. Siw. The time approaches, 210 That will with due decision make us know SCENE V. Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with Drums and Colours. Mac. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, 'Till famine, and the ague, eat them up: 220 |