Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,.` We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home. What is that noise? [A Cry within of Women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Mac. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: As life were in't: I have supt full with horrors; 230 Mac. She should have dy'd hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! 240 That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an ideot, full of sound and fury, Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue: thy story quickly. Mes. Gracious my lord, I should report that which, I say I saw, But But know not how to do`t. Mac. Well, say, sir. Mes. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Mac. Liar, and slave! 250 [Striking him. Mes. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Mac. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, 'Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, 260 I care not if thou do'st 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 no flying hence, nor tarrying here. I gin to be a-weary of the sun, 269 And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. [Excunt. SCENE VI. Drum and Colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with Boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, And shew like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, Siw. Fare you well. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, 280 Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII. Enter MACBETH. Mac. They have ty'd me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's he, That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none. Enter - Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Mac. My name's Macbeth. 290 Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Mac. No, nor more fearful. Ya. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; ..with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [Fight; and Young SIWARD is slain. Mac. Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. 299 [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, shew thy !face; If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be ; Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune! and More I beg not. [Exit. Alarum. 310 Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently ren der'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war; The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. Mal. We have met with foes That strike beside us. Siw. Enter, sir, the castle. [Exeunt. Alarum. Re-enter MACBETH. Mac. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Re-enter MACDUFF. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Mac. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd Macd. I have no words, My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! Mac. Thou losest labour: 321 [Fight. Alarum. 339 As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as mąkę me bleed : Let |