Gent. 'Pray God it be, sir. Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale: I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed. Doct. Will she go now to bed? [Exit. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural Itself for being there? SCENE II.-The country near Dunsinane. SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Enter, with drums and colors, MENTETH, CATH-Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? Ment. The English power is near, led on by Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know Malcolm, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file All mortal consequences, have pronounced me thus: And mingle with the English epicures: Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Serv. There is ten thousand Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch? Come, sir, despatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast sick at heart, When I behold — Seyton, I say! This push Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? What news more? And purge it to a sound and pristine health, Sey. All is confirmed, my lord, which was re- Enter, with drums and colors, 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. For when there is advantage to be gotten, Both more and less have given him the revolt; Macd. Let our just censures The cry is still, "They come." Our castle's Till famine cling thee if thy speech be sooth, strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend Were they not farc'd with those that should be That lies like truth: "Fear not till Birnam wood ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, If this which he avouches does appear, And wish the estate o' the world were now un- Ring the alarum bell! Blow wind! come wrack! As life were in 't: I have supped full with hor- At least we 'll die with harness on our back. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! And shew like those you are. -You, worthy Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them By this great clatter, one of greatest note all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune! [Exit. Alarum. Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I can- And little is to do. not fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. -What's That strike beside us. he thy face: [Exit. Siw. We have met with foes Enter, sir, the castle. [Exeunt. Alarums. Re-enter MACBETH. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already. I have no words, Macd. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air I bear a charméd life, which must not yield Macd. That way the noise is. -Tyrant, shew And let the angel whom thou still hast served, If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, Or else my sword, with an unbattered edge, Macb. Accurséd be that tongue that tells me so, I sheathe again unheeded. There thou shouldst be; thee. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, 66 Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. He only lived but till he was a man; Siw. Then he is dead? Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen |