Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, Good Heaven, forgive us all! [Exeunt PHYSICIAN and GENTLEWOMAN. SCENE II. A Hall in the Castle at Dunsinane. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Enter MACBETH and Six GENTLEMEN. 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 Malcolm? Was not he 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 thanes, And mingle with the English epicures: The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Enter SECOND OFFICER. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where got'st thou that goose look ? 2 Off. There is ten thousand Macb. Geese, villain? 2 Off. Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul? those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? 2 Off. The English force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence.Seyton !-I am sick at heart, [Exit OFFICER. When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Enter PHYSICIAN. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear. [Exit SEYTON. How does your patient, doctor? Phy. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Phy. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Enter SEYTON, with the King's Truncheon, and a GENTLEMAN, with his Armour. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.Give me my staff: Seyton, send out:-Doctor, the thanes fly from me:- The water of my land, find her disease, That should applaud again. What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou of them? Phy. Ay, my good lord, your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb. Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt. SCENE III. Birnam Forest.-A March. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, LENOX, ROSSE, and SOLDIERS. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe. Macd. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Len. The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Len. It shall be done. Rosse. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't. Macd. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be gone, Both more and less have given him the revolt; Siw. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Macd. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know [March.-Exeunt into the Wood. SCENE IV. The Ramparts of the Castle at Dunsinane. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and ATTENDANTS. 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. [A Cry within, of Women. What is that noise? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. [Exit SEYTON. 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 hair 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. Enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Told by an ideot, full of sound and fury, Enter FIRST OFFICER. Thou com'st to use thy tongue: thy story quickly. 1 Off. Gracious my lord, I should report that which, I say, I saw, Macb. Well, say, sir, the hill, 1 Off. As I did stand my watch upon I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar and slave! 1 Off. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: |