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He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of rule.

Ang. Now does he feel
His secret murders sticking on his hands;
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ;
Those he commands, move only in command,
Nothing in love : now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Ment. Who then shall blame
His péster'd senses to recoil and start,

110 When all that is within him does condemn Itself, for being there?

Cath. Well, march we on,
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal;
And with him pour we, in our.country's purge,
Each drop of us.

Len. Or so much as it needs,
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.
Make we our march towards Birnam.

[Exeunt marching




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
All mortal consequences, have pronounc'd me thus:
Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman,
Shall e'er have power upon thee.-Then fly, false

And mingle with the English epicures :
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. 130

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-
Mac. Geese, villain ?
Ser. Soldiers, sir,

Mac. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thoy lily-liver?d boy. What soldiers, patch ?
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

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,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.

Mac. Cure her of that:
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff, 170
Which weighs upon the heart ?

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:


And purge

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

ANGUS, 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 shadow


The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.

Sotd. 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-
Attend the true.event, and put we on

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

and Colours.

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:


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