Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch?1 Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push Enter SEYTON. Sey. What's your gracious pleasure? Macb. What news more? Sey. All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked, Give me my armour. Sey. Macb. I'll put it on. "Tis not needed yet. Send out more horses, skirr2 the country round; Hang those that talk of fear. How does you patient, doctor? Doct. Give me mine armour. Not so sick, my lord, Cure her of that: As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic 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:- Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. SCENE IV. - Country near Dunsinane. A Wood in view. Enter, with Drum and Colours, 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. Siw. What wood is this before us? The wood of Birnam. 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 Our setting down before it. Mal. Let our just censures The time approaches, That will, with due decision, make us know Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. 1 All ranks, higher and lower. SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. 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 it: I have supped full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.- And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Enter a Messenger. Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I should report that which I Macb. say I saw, Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, 1 Fell of hair;- the skin on which the hair of the head grows. I looked toward Birnam, and, anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if it 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, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I pull in2 resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish the estate of the world were now undone. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, with Boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leafy screens throw down, And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, According to our order. well.. you 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. 1 Catch hold of. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. resolution; a metaphor taken from a 2 Pull in (check the speed of) my running horse. SCENE VII. The same. Another part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. They have tied 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 young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. My name's Macbeth. Thou'lt be afeard to hear it; Yo. Siw. Thou could'st not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorrèd 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: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st be; Seems bruited. And more I beg not. [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; The noble thanes do bravely in the war; 1 Reported. |