Imatges de pàgina

Look after her ;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her. -
Good Heaven, forgive us all !



A Hall in the Castle at Dunsinane.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

Enter MACBETH and Six Gex TLEMEN.

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

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.

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.- [Exit OFFICER. Seyton !-I am sick at heart, When I beheld-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



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!

Enter Seyton. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? Macb. What news more? Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, 'till from my bones my flesh be

Give me my armour.

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. (Exit SEYTON
How does your patient, doctor?

Phy. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.

Macb. 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,
Which weighs upon the heart?

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:If thou could’st, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, 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,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

(Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt.


Birnam Forest.-A March.


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,
And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.

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;
And none serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too.

Siw. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

Macd. The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which advance the war.

[March.--Exeunt into the Wood.


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 coold 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.

Macb. She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.-
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and-To-morrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour

And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an ideot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.“

Enter First Officer.
Thou com’st to use thy tongue: thy story quickly.

i Off. Gracious my lord,
I should report that which, I say, I saw,
But know not how to do't.

Macb. Well, say, sir,
1 Off. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move.

Macb. Liar and slave !
i Off. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:

the stage,

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