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Enter Seyton, with the King's Truncheon, and a

GENTLEMAN, with his Armour. Macb Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it Give me my staff:Seyton, send out:-Doctor, the thanes fly from me: If thou could'st, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And jurge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these Englislı hence? -Hearest thou of

then ? Phy. Ay, my good lord, your royal preparation Makes us hear something.

Macb. Bring it aster me.-
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

(Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeuni,


Birnam Forest. A March.


Rosse, and SOLDIERS.
Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand,
That chambers will be safe.

Macd. We doubt it nothing.
Siw. What wood is this before us?
Len, The wood of Birnam.

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
Err in report of us.

Len. It shall be done.

Rosse. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before't.

Macd. "Tis his main hope :
For where there is advantage to be gone,
Both more and less have given him the revolt;
And none serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too.

Siw. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

Macd. The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which advance the war.

[March.--Exeunt into the Wood.


The Ramparts of the Castle at Dunsinane.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

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, Till famine, and the

up: Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home.

[4 Cry within of Women. What is that noise ?

ague, eat them

Sey. It is the

cry of women, good my lord.

[Erit SEYTON Miuch. I have almost forgot the taste of fears ; The time has been my senses would have coold To hear a night-slıriek · and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As lile were in't: I have supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.

Enter SEYTOX. Wherefore was that cry?

Scy. The queen, hy lord, is dead.

Nlach. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow', and-to-morrow Creeps in this petty race from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a waliing shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour



And then is heard no more; it is a talo
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.--

Thou comest to use thy tongue : thy story quickly,

1 Off. Gracious, my lord, I should report that which, I say, I saw, But know not how to do't.

Macb. Well, say, sir.
1 Of: As I did stand my


the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move.

Macb. Liar and slave ! 1 Off. Let me endure your wrath, if 't be not se;

Within this three mile you may 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 care not if thou dost 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 towards 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,
And wish the state o' the world were now undone.
Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack !
At least, we'll die with harness on our back !

(Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.Exeunt.


A Plain before the Castle at Dunsinanc.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.


DIERS, with Boughs, discovered.
Mal. Now near enough; your leafy screens throw

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.
Len. This way, my lord, the castle's gently ren-


Siw. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpe's speak: give them

all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.



A Court in the Castle at Dunsinane.


Enter MACBETH. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. -What's hie, That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none.


Enter Macduff and Soldiers.

Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy


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
Are hired to bear their staves ; either thou, Macbeth,
Or else ny sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
I sheathe again undeeded.
Let ine find him, fortune! and
More I beg not.


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