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He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Ang. Now does he feel
Ment. Who then shall blame
110 When all that is within him does condemn Itself, for being there?
Cath. Well, march we on,
Len. Or so much as it needs,
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Mac. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all : 'Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm ?
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
Enter a Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon!
Ser. There is ten thousand-
Mac. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Ser. The English force, so please you. 140 Mac. 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 May of life Is ll'n 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 not, Seyton!
151 Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? Mac. What news more? Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reported. Mac. I'll fight, 'till from my bones my flesh be
hack'd. Give me my armour.
Sey. 'Tis not needed
Mac. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear...Give me mine ar
160 How does your patient, doctor?
Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
Mac. Cure her of that:
Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself.
Mac. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it. Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:
Seyton, send out.Doctor, the thanes fly from me: Come, sir, dispatch :-If thou could'st, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease,
it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo,
180 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? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something..
Mac. Bring it after me.--I will not be afraid of death and bane, 'Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
188 Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exeunt.
Drum and Colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MAC
DUFF, SIWARD's Son, MENTETH, CATHNESS,
Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe.
Ment. We doubt it nothing.
Mal, Let every soldier hew him down a bough,
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Sotd. It shall be done.
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Mal. 'Tis his main hope :
Macd. Let our just censures-
210 Industrious soldiership.
Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsiire hopes relate ; But certain issue strokes must arbitrate : Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt marching.
Enter MACBETH; SEYTON, and Soldiers, with Drums
Mac. 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, "Tili famine, and the ague, eat them up: