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Country near Dunsinane: A Wood in view. Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, old
SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, Lenox, Rosse,
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 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 before't. Mal.
'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less 7 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 Industrious soldiership. Siw.
The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know
77. e. Greater and less.
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, Sey
TON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The 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 noise ?
[A cry uithin, of Women, Sey. It is the
women, my good lord.
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Macb. She should have died hereafter ;
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Gracious my lord,
saw, But know not how to do it. Macb.
Well, say, sir.
Liar, and slave!
If thou speak'st false,
Do come to Dunsinane;—and now a wood
A plain before the Castle.
Enter, wrth Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old
SIWARD, MACDUFF, fc. and their Army, with
Fare you well.Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all
breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
[Exeunt. Alarums continued.
Another Part of the Plain,
Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course.—What's he, That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none.
Enter young SIWARD.
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No ; though thou call'st thyself a hotter
is in hell. Macb.
My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a
title More hateful to mine ear. Macb.
No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my
sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[They fight, and young Siward is slain. Macb.
Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit.