Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Serv. There is ten thousand Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say! - This push I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Enter SEYTON. What news more? Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Macb. Sey. All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Give me my armor. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.- Give me mine armor. 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. Macb. Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.Come, put mine armor on; give me my staff;Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me; Come, sir, despatch.-If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.— 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. Macb. Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, [Exit. [Exeunt. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. Profit again should hardly draw me here. SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane; a Wood in view. Enter, with drum and colors, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MentETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, 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. The wood of Birnam. Siw. What wood is this before us? Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Mal. "Tis his main hope; Macd. Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with drums and colors, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forced with those that should be ours, Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I shall report that which I say I saw, Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill. I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar and slave! Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so. Macb. If thou speak'st false, I pall 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!- There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be a weary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.- [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with drums and colors, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, with boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are.-You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son, W Siw. Fare you well.— Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII. The same. Another Part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bearlike, I must fight the course.-What's he That was not born of woman? Am I to fear, or none. Such a one Enter Young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Macb. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. My name's Macbeth. Macb. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. Macb. [They fight, and Young Siward is slain. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is.-Tyrant, show thy face: I sheathe again unheeded. There thou shouldst be; [Exit. Alarum. Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord.-The castle's gently rendered: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; |