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My mind she has mated 58, and amaz'd my sight:
I think, but dare not speak.
Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt.
The Country near Dunsinane.
Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers.
Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother?
Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
Men. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of rule.
Itself, for being there?
Well, march we on,
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam.
Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.
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?
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear,
Enter a Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where got'st thou that goose look ?
Ser. There is ten thousand
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 60. What soldiers, whey-face! Ser. The English force, so please you.
Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart,
When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?
What news more? 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.
Mach. I'll put it on.
Send out more horses, skirr the country round 62 ; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour.How does your patient, doctor?
'Tis not needed yet.
Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest.
Therein the patient
Must minister to himself,
Mach. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it.Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:— Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me 1—
Come, sir, despatch :-If thou could'st, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here.
Bring it after me.
Country near Dunsinane: A Wood in view. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOx, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching, Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe.
We doubt it nothing.
The wood of Birnam.
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow