Send out more horses, skirr the country round;" Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine ar How does your patient, doctor? Doct. Macb. Not so sick, my lord, Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it. Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:Seytón, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me: Come, sir, despatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, cast say. Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb. Bring it after me.—— skirr the country round;] To skirr, signifies to scour, to ride hastily. 7 cast The water of my land,] To cast the water was the phrase in use for finding out disorders by the inspection of urine. I will not be afraid of death and bane, 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, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us. Sold. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down befor't. Mal. "Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt; And none serve with him but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too. Macd. Let our just censures The time approaches, Attend the true event, and put we on Siw. 2 That will with due decision make us know Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, 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 lie, 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 [A cry within, of Women. noise? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair9 Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.-Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; arbitrate:] i. e. determine. 9 fell of hair-] My hairy part, my capilliiium. Fell is skin. There would have been a time for such a word.- Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Mess. Gracious my lord, 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. Macb. Liar, and slave! Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't 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 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 Till famine cling thee:] Chung in the Northern counties, signifies any thing that is shrivelled or shrunk up. Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!- There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. And wish the estate o'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 leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, According to our order. Siw. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. |