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Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not, Seyton!——
Sey.. What is your gracious pleasure?
Macb, What news more?
Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.
Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be
hack'd.— Give me my armour.
Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.
Macb. I'll put it on.
Send out more horses, skirr the country round w; Hang those that talk of fear.—Give me mine armour.— How does your patient, doctor?
Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
Macb. Cure her of that:
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
Doct. Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
Macb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it.— Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff":— Seyton, send out.—Doctor, the thanes fly from me 1—
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Come, sir, despatch:—If thou could'st, doctor, cast
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
Macb. 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.
, SCENE IV.
Country near Dunsinane: A Wood in view.
Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALcol M, old SIw ARD and his Son, MAcDUFF, MENTETH, CATHN Ess, ANG us, LeNox, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching.
Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe.
Ment. We doubt it nothing.
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
•W'/. It shall be done.
Sim. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't.
Mai. 'Tis his main hope \
For where there is advantage to be given,
Macd. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Siw. The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know
Dunsinane. Within the Castle.
Enter, -with Drums and Colours, Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers.
Macb. 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.
[A cry within, of women.
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Mucb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry?
Sey. The queen, my lard, is dead.
Macb. She should have died hereafter;
Enter a Messenger.
Ma. Gracious my lord,
Mad). 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.
Macb. Liar, and slave!
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.
Macb. If thou speak'st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive.,