'Tis well advis'd. Macduff. (They cut down boughs. CHORUS. TUNE-" Hark! I hear the sound of coaches." Let us take the field! Hark! I hear the horses prancing, The hour of attack is advancing; We shall scorn, brave boys, to yield. See the bough I wield! Let cut-throats proudly threaten, We'll leave them not a sword nor shield. (Exit. MACBETH TRAVESTIE. SCENE.-Dunsinane Castle. Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Soldiers. Macbeth. Begin your tantararas and tattoos. (33) (A cry within. What caterwauling 's that? (34) Lenox. They're female cries. Macbeth. Once they'd have drawn the waters from my eyes, And made my heart go pit-a-pat with dread. (35) Why was the noise? Lenox. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macbeth. She was in too great haste, methiuks, to die, She should have put it off till by and bye; There would have been a time for such a sorrOW— To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, From day to day pass on, and fools and knaves Our yesterdays have sent unto their graves. Out! out! thou farthing rushlight! I protest Life is a walking shadow, but at best. SONG. TUNE." Lillibeloo, or The Modes of the Court." This life's a poor player, who comes on the stage, How ev'ry night he doth bellow and rage, "Tis true, mayhap, Some folks may clap, But then to hiss him he ll find many more. At length he is call'd down The curtain must fall down, So exit poor actor, for all is o'er! Enter a Servant. Thou com'st to use thy tongue-speak, then, with speed. Servant. The tale is so strange, I scarce know how, indeed. What is it? say. Macbeth. Servant. While watching on the hill, My lord, I look'd toward Birnam wood, until Methought I twigg'd it, (36) coming post haste here Macbeth. Came it as quick, sir, as that box in th' ear? (Strikes him. Servant. The grove did move, sir, I am very sure, Or may I twenty boxes more endure. Macbeth. If false the tale, by heav'n I'll pull your ears You may pull mine, as much then as you please. (Exit. SCENE.-Before Dunsinane. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, and Soldiers, with boughs. Malcolm. Throw down your leafy screens, yourselves now show In propriis personis to the foe. Now, my good fellows, brave Macduff and I |