Macb. I'll put it on.
Send out more horses, skirr the country round ;'
Hang those that talk of fear.–Give me mine armour.--
How does your patient, doctor ?

Doc. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.

Macb. Cure her of that :
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
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 ?

Doc. Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.Come, put mine armour on ; give me my staff :Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me:Come, sir, despatch :--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.Pull't off, I say.-What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence ?-Hearest thou of

them?
Doc. 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.

[Exit. Doc. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me bere. [Exit.

[1] To skirt, I believe, signifies to scour, toʻride bastily, STEEVENS,

[2] To cast the water was the phrase in use for findiog out disorders by the inspection of urine. STEETEVE 90 Vol. IV.

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SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane. A Wood in view. Enter, with

Druin and Colours, Malcolm, old SIWARD, and his Sor, MACDUFF, Menteth, CATHNESS, Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching.

Mal. Coụsins, I hope the days are near at band,
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.

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

Macd. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

Siw. T'he 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. [Exeunt, marching

SCENE V.

Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and

Colours, MACBETH, Sexton, and Soldiers. 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 forc'd with those that should be ours,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward bome. What is that noise ?

[.A cry within, of Women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
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 supt full with horrors ;
Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.- 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 ideot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Enter a Messenger.
Thou com'st to use thy tongue ; thy story quickly.

Mes. Gracious my lord,
I shall report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do it.

Macb. Well, say, sir.

Mes. 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. Mes. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so : Within this tbree mile may you see it coming ;

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(5) Recorded time seems to signify the time fixed in the decrees of heaven for the period of life. JOHNSON

(6) The dust of death is an expression used in the 22d Psalm. STEEVENS.

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 th' 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 bere. I'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish th' estate oth' 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, fc. 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's what else remains to do,
According to our order.

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, 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 dy,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course. &– What's be,
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.

Enter
young

SIWARD.
Yo. Siw. What is thy name?
Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

1 Yo. Siw. No; tho' thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than

any

is in hell. Macb. My name's Macbeth.

Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce 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.

[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain.
Macb. Thou wast born of woman.-
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit

Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
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
Are hir'd to bear their staves ; either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be ;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited :' Let me find bim, fortune !
And more I beg not.

(Exit. Alarum.
Enter Malcolm and old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord ;—the castle's gently renderd:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.

[8] A phrase taken from bear-baiting STEEVENS.
19) From bruil, Fr. To bruil is to report with clamour; to poisc.

STEEVENS,