SCENE II. The Country near Dunsinane. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers. Ment. The English power is near, led on by His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they com ing. Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Len. brother? For certain, Sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, And many unrough youths, that even now Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule. Ang. Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands; Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, When all that is within him does condemn Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Len. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all: Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Mal colm? Was he not born of woman? know The spirits that All mortal sonsequents, pronounc'd me thus: that's born of Then fly, false woman, Shall e'er have power on thee.- And mingle with the English epicures: The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where got'st thou that goose look? Ser. There is ten thousand Macb. Geese, villain? Ser. Soldiers, Sir. Mach. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lilly - liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? When I behold Seyton! I am sick at heart, Seyton, I say! This push Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf: And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Sey. All is confirm'd, my Lord, which was re ported. Mach. Mach. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh Give me my armour. be hack'd. 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. armour. How does your patient, Doctor? Give me mine As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Doct. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff: Come, Sir, despatch: Doctor, the Thanes fly from The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, That should applaud again. Pull't off, I say. What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence? Hearest thou of them? Vol. VII. 6 Doct.. Ay, my good Lord; your royal prepara I will not be afraid of death and bane, [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, CATHINESS, 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? Ment. The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadowThe 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 ty rant 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, |