"Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, Shall e'er have power on thee."-Then fly, false Thanes, And mingle with the English epicures:

The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,

Shall never sag with doubt, nor shake with fear.

Enter SECOND OFFICER, R.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where got'st thou that goose look?

2d Off. There are ten thousand-
Macb. Geese, villain?

2d Off. Soldiers, sir.

Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-livered boy! What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
2d Off. The English force, so please you.
Macb. Take thy face hence.-
Seyton!-I am sick at heart,

[Exit Officer, R.

When I behold-Seyton, I say!--This push
Will cheer me ever, or dis-seat me now.
I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf:
And that, which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have: but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seyton !-

Enter SEYTON, R.

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?

Macb. What news more?

Sey. All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesk be hasked Give me my armour.

Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.

Macb. I'll put it on.—

Send out more horses, skirr the country round;

Enter PHYSICIAN, L.

Hang those that talk of fear.

How does your patient, doctor?

[Exit Seyton. Y

Phy. Not so sick, my lord,

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.

Mach. Cure her of that:

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 foul bosom of that perilous stuff,
Which weighs upon the heart?

Phy Therein the patient

Must minister to himself.

Enter SEYTON, R., with the King's Truncheon, and a GENTLEMAN with his Armour.

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.

Give me my staff:

Seyton, send out :-Doctor, the Thanes fly from me:~ If thou could'st, 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.

What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,

Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou of them?

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

Macb. Bring it after me.

I will not be afraid of death and bane,

Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt R.

SCENE III.-Birnam Forest.-A March.

Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, LENOX, Rosse, and SOLDIERS, L. U. E.

Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand,

That chambers will be safe.

Macd. We doubt it nothing.

Siw. What wood is this before us?

Len. 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.

Len. It shall be done.

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

Our setting down before't.

Macd. Tis his main hope:

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.

Siw. Let our just censures

Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

Macd. The time approaches,

That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:

Towards which, advance the war.

[March.-Exeunt into the Wood, R.

SCENE IV.-The Ramparts of the Castle at Dunsinane.— Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and ATTENDANTS, L.
Macb. 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 forced 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, L.

Sey. It is the cry of women, good my lord.

Exit Seyton, L. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears; The time has been, my senses would have cooled 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 supped full with horrors
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.

Re-enter SEYTON.

Wherefore was that cry?

Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Macb. She should have died hereafter;

There would have been a time for such a word.-
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing—

Enter FIRST Officer, R.

Thou comest to use thy tongue: thy story quickly
1st Offi. Gracious my lord,

I should report that which, I say, I saw,
But know not how to do't.

Macb. Well, say, sir.

1st Offi. [Kneeling.] As I did stand my watch apon the hill,

I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought,

The wood began to move.

Mach. Liar and slave!

1st Offi. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove.

Macb. If thou speak'st false,

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,

'Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,

I care not if thou dost for me as much :—

I pull in resolution; and begin,

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

That lies like truth :-"Fear not, 'till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane :"-and now a wood

Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!-
If this, which he avouches, does
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.

I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

appear,

And wish the state o'the world were now undone.-
Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back!

[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt, R.

SCENE V.-A Plain before the Castle at Dunsinane.Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, LENOX, and SOLDIERS, with Boughs, discovered.

Mal. Now near enough; your leafy screens throw down,

And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle,
Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son,

Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,
Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
According to our order.

Len. This way, my lords, the castle's gently rendered.
Siw. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten if we cannot fight.

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak: give them all breath,

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

[Alarums-Exeunt several ways.

SCENE VI.—A Court in the Castle of Dunsinane.—Alarums.

Enter MACBETH, from the gates.

Mach. 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.

[Llarums.-Exit, L.

Enter MACDUFF, R.

Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy face If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms