gown; look not so pale.-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so?

hand;

Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBETH.

Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Gent. Directly.

[deeds
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural
Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine, than the physician.—
God, God, forgive us all! Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her :-So, good night:
My mind she has mated,' and amaz'd my sight:
I think, but dare not speak.

Gent.

Good night, good doctor.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The country near Dunsinane.

Enter, with drum and colours, MENTETH, CAthness, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers.

Ment. The English power is near, led on by His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. [Malcolm, Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man."

Ang.

Near Birnam wood

Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file

Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son,

And many unrough3 youths, that even now
Protest their first of manhood.

overpowered, confounded. 2 An Anchoret. 3 unbearded.

Ment.

What does the tyrant?

Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,
Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of rule.

Now does he feel

Ang.
His secret murders sticking on his hands;
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Those he commands, move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Ment.

Who then shall blame

His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,

When all that is within him does condemn
Itself, for being there?

Cath.

Well, march we on,

To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:

Meet we the medicin of the sickly weal:
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Each drop of us.

Len.

Or so much as it needs,

To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam.

[Exeunt, marching.

SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A room in the castle.

Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.

Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus: Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, Shall e'er have power on thee. thanes,

Then fly,

false

SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane: A wood

in view.

Enter, with drum and colours, 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.

Sin. 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.

Sin. 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 more2 and less have given him the revolt;
And none serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too.

Macd.

Attend the true event, and put we on

Industrious soldiership.

Sin.

Let our just censures

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. [Exeunt, marching.

SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the castle.

Enter, with drums and colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers.

Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls;

1i. e. opportunity to be gone.

2

greater and less.

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 home. 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 supp'd 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.

2

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 recorded3 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 a Messenger.

Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
Mess. Gracious my lord,

I shall report that which I
But know not how to do it.

Macb.

Mess. As I did stand my

my hairy part.

say

I saw,

Well, say, sir.

the hill,

2 at some later period.

3 recording, one participle for another.

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 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 here.

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

And wish th' estate o' th' 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's what else remains to do,

According to our order.

Sin.

Fare you well.

Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,

Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

[breath,

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

[Exeunt. Alarums continued.