Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent the air, Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives Macd. Too nice, and yet too true! Mal. O, relation, What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; Each minute teems a new one. Macd. How does my wife? Rosse. Why, well. Macd. And all my children? Rosse. Well too. Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave them. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How goes it? Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor Of many worthy fellows that were out; Mal. That Christendom gives out. Rosse. This comfort with the like! 'Would I could answer That would be howl'd out in the desert air, But I have words, What concern they? No mind, that's honest, The general cause? or is it a fee-grief, Rosse. But in it shares some woe; though the main part Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Macd. Humph! 1 guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife, and babes, Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Wore, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, Mal. Rosse. That could be found. Wife, children, servants, a Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cu.e this deadly grief. Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Did you say, all? All? What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop? Mai. Dispute it like a man. But I must feel it as a man: I shall do so; I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look on, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Feli elaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them now! Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; Mal. This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; The night is long, that never finds the day. ACT V. [Exeunt The action changes to Dunsinane, where the English powers, led on by Young Malcolm, Siward, and Macduff, are joined by the loyal Scotch. The united forces march towards Dunsinane Castle to attack Macbeth. SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, cannot taint with fear. Then fly, false thanes, Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Serv. The English force, so please you. Mach. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am sick at heart. When I behold-Seyton, I say!—This push Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf: And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. Seyton 1 Enter SEYTON. What news more ▾ Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. 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 lo Cure her of that: As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.— That should applaud again.—— What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Hearest thou of them? Bring it after me.— Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Ex it. Macb. I will not be afraid of death and bane, SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane: A Wood in view. Enter, with drums and colors, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, ROSSE, ana 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, Sold. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt; Let our just censures Macd. Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decison 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. SCENE V. Dunsinane. [Exeunt, marching Within the Castle. Enter, with drums and colors, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, [A cry witnın, of women Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.- The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly I shall report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. |