To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Mess. Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw, Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and, anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar, and slave ! [Striking him. 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, 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 pall 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 appear, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. Ring the alarum-bell.-Blow wind! come wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with drums and colours, 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, 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. Siw. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII.- The same. Another part of the Plain. Enter MACBeth. Macb. 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 Enter Young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Macb. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pro nounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant: with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. Macb. [They fight, and Young SIWARD is slain. Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. Alarums. Enter MACDuff. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is.--Tyrant, show thy face: 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 Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord ;—the castle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Macd. Re-enter MACDUFF. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already. Macd. I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! Macb. [They fight. Thou losest labour : As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Despair thy charm ; And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me So, For it hath cow'd my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Here may you see the tyrant. I will not yield, Macb. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last : before my body I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. [Exeunt, fighting. |