Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

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;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?

Doct.

Therein the patient

Must minister to himself.

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.Come, put mine armor on; give me my staff:

Seyton, send out.

Doctor, the thanes fly from me:

Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, 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. - Pull't off, I say. -
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
Would scour these English hence?

them?

Hearest thou of

Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something.

Macb.

.

I will not be afraid of death and bane

50

Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

[Exit. 60

Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,

Profit again should hardly draw me here.

[Exeunt.

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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
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.

Siw. We learn no other but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure

Our setting down before't.

Mal.

'Tis his main hope:

For where there is advantage to be ta'en,

Both more and less have given him the revolt ;
And none serve with him but constrainèd things,
Whose hearts are absent too.