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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:—
Phy. Ay, my good lord, your royal preparation
Macb. Bring it after me.—
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.—Exeunt.
Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, Lenox,
Mai. 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
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.
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.
Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
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 i 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 upon the stage, 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.
1 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 t^ e nj]j I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, W^'nought The wood began to move.
Macb. Liar and slave!
1 Off. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
Within this three mile may you see it coming;
Macb. If thou speak'st false,
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.—Exeunt'
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, Lenox, and SolDiers, with Boughs, discovered.
Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw `V down,
And show like those you are :—You, worthy uncle,
Len. This way, my lord, the castle's gently ren-
Siw. 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.
A Court in the Castle at Dunsinane.
Macb. They have ty'd 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. [Alarums.—Exit.
Enter Macduff and Soldiers.
Macd. That way the noise is:—Tyrant, show thy face; If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. Let me find him, fortune! and More I beg not. [Alarums.—Exeunt.