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What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou of them?
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something.
Bring it after me.-
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here.
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.
It shall be done.
Siz. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
'Tis his main hope:
Mal. For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt; And none serve with him but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too.
WITHIN THE CASTLE.
Enter, with drums and colours, Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers.
Mac. 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. What is that noise? [A cry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Mac. 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.-Wherefore was that cry?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
There would have been a time for such a word.-
Enter a Messenger.
Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Mes. Gracious my lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do it.
Well, say, sir.
Mes. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move.
Liar, and slave!
Mes. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
I pull in resolution; and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
And wish the estate o'the world were now undone.-Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
THE SAME. A PLAIN BEFORE THE CASTLE.
Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Siward,
And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle,
According to our order.
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued.
THE SAME. ANOTHER PART OF THE PLAIN.
Mac. They have tied 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.
Enter young Siward.
Yo. Siw. What is thy name?
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter
Than any is in hell.
My name's Macbeth.
Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.
No, nor more fearful.