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Look after her ;
[Exeunt PHYSICIAN and GentLEWOMAN.
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
Enter SECOND OFFICER.
2 Off. There is ten thousand-
Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
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
Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.
Phy. Not so sick, my lord,
Macb. Cure her of that:
Phy. Therein the patient
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.-
(Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt.
Birnam Forest.-A March.
Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, Lenox,
Rosse, and SOLDIERS.
Macd. We doubt it nothing.
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,
Len. It shall be done.
Rosse. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Macd. 'Tis his main hope :
Siw. Let our just censures
Macd. The time approaches,
[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;
Enter First Officer.
i Off. Gracious my lord,
Macb. Well, say, sir,
Macb. Liar and slave !