Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton! Enter SEYTON Sey. What's your gracious pleasure? 30 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 hack'd. Give me my armor. Sey. Macb. I'll put it on. 'Tis not needed yet. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear. - Give me mine armor : How does your patient, doctor? Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that. 40 Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Mach. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. Come, put mine armor on; give me my staff: The water of my land, find her disease, That should applaud again. - Pull't off, I say. - Would scour these English hence? - Hearest thou of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb. I will not be afraid of death and bane 50 Bring it after me. Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. 60 Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, [Exeunt. SCENE IV Country near Dunsinane: a Wood in view Enter, with drum and colors, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, Ross, and Soldiers, marching Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand That chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Ment. The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow Err in report of us. Sold. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't. 10 Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be ta'en, Both more and less have given him the revolt ; |