Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? What news more? Sey. All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Macb. I'll put it on. 'Tis not needed yet. Send out more horses, skirr1 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, Macb. Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.— That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.- 1. i. e. scour the country round. 2 “What rhubarb, senna." The old copy reads cyme. The emendation is Rowe's. Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Bring it after me. Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane; a Wood in view. Enter, with drum 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. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,' 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. Mal. "Tis his main hope; For where there is advantage to be given,2 1 A similar incident is recorded by Olaus Magnus, in his Northern History, lib. vii. cap. xx. De Strategemate Hachonis per Frondes. 2 "For where there is advantage to be given." Dr. Johnson thought that we should read:— where there is a vantage to be gone.” i. e. where there is an opportunity to be gone, all ranks desert him. We might perhaps read: 66 where there is advantage to be gained;" and the sense would be nearly similar, with less violence to the text of the old copy. Both more and less have given him the revolt; Macd. Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. Siw. Let our just censures The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with drums and colors, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forced with those that should be ours, Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; 1 "-my fell of hair," my hairy part, my capilititium. Fell is skin, properly a sheep's skin with the wool on it. There would have been a time for such a word. Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. 1 shall report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar and slave! 2 Mess. 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, 1 "The last syllable of recorded time" seems to signify the utmost period fixed in the decrees of Heaven for the period of life. The record of futurity is indeed no accurate expression; but as we only know transactions past or present, the language of men affords no term for the volumes of prescience in which future events may be supposed to be written. 2 [“ Striking him," says the stage direction in the margin of all the modern editions; but this stage direction is not in the old copies: it was first interpolated by Rowe, and is now omitted on the suggestion of the late Mr. Kemble. See his Essay on Macbeth and King Richard III. Lond. 1817. p. 111. 3 To cling, in the northern counties, signifies to shrivel, wither, or dry up. Clung-wood is wood of which the sap is entirely dried or spent. The same idea is well expressed by Pope in his version of the nineteenth Iliad, 166: “Clung with dry famine, and with toils declined.” I care not if thou dost for me as much.- To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.- SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with drums and colors, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army, with boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are.-You, worthy uncle, 2 Lead our first battle; worthy Macduff, and we, Siw. Fare you well. 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, |