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'Till Birnam wood remove to Dunfnane,
Enter an Attendant, bastily.
Att. There is ten thousand.
Mac". Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Ser. What is your gracious pleasure ?
MAC". I'll fight,till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.Give me my armour.
Ser. 'Tis not needed yet.
MAC". I'll put it on.
Doc. Not fo fick, my lord,
MACB. Cure her of that:
Doc. Therein the patient
MAC". Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it. Come, put mine armour on ; give me my ftaff: Seyton, send out. - Doctor, the thanes fly from me :: Come, fir, dispatch: - If thou could'ft, doctor, caft The water of my land, find her disease, And
purge it to a found and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. - Pull't off, I say.. What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these Evglish hence? Heareft thou of them?
Doc. 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, 'Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
Doc. “Were I from Dunhinane away and clear," “Profit again should hardly draw me here.” [Exeunt. SCENEIV. Plains leading to Dunsinane; aWood adjacent. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM;old SEYWARD, and his Son;MACDUFF, Menteth, and the other Thanes,
and Soldiers, marching. MAL. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe. Men. We doubt it nothing.
What wood is this before us ? Men. 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 hoft, and make discovery
of Sol. It shall be done.
0. S. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunfinane, and will endure Our setting down before it.
Mal. 'Tis his main hope :
Macd. Let our just censures
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0. S. 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. [Exeunt marching. SCENE V. Dunfinane. A Plat-form within the Castle. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MACBETH,
Seyron, 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 lye, 'Till famine, and the ague, eat them up : Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful beard to beard, And beat them backward home. What is that noise ?
[a Cry within, of Women. Ser. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Mack. I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-fhriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't : I have supt full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry?
Ser. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Mac". She should have dy'd hereafter ;
To the last syllable of recorded time;
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Gracious my lord,
Macb. Well, say it, fir.
Macb. If thou speak’ft false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, 'Till famine cling thee : if thy speech be footh, I care not if thou doft 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 toward Dunfinane. – Arm, arm, and out!.. If this, which he avouches, does
appear, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.