Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow: Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient 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? Doct. Aye, 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. [Exit. SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane. A Wood in View. Enter, with drums 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. The wood of Birnam? Siw. What wood is this before us? Mul. Let ever soldier hew him down a bough, 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,1 (1) Advantage to be given, &c. Advantage here means opportunity. The meaning of the passage is, that wherever any opportunity is offered, both more and less (great and small) have deserted from Macbeth. Both more and less have given him the revolt; Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe.1 SCENE V.- Dunsinane. [Exeunt marching. Within the Castle. Enter, with drums and colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forc'd2 with those that should be ours, Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.- Out, out, brief candle! (1) What we shall say we have, and what we owe, i.e. what is our own property, and what the allegiance we owe our king. (2) Forced is here used for reinforced. (3) Fell of hair,-my hair, my skin with the hair on it. (4) Dusty death.-We are indebted to Douce for an illustration from "The Vision of Pierce Plowman," which shows us the peculiar beauty and propriety of this expression. It is as follows "Death came drivynge after, and all to dust pashed Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I should 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 look'd toward Birnam, and, anon, methought, The wood began to move. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. Macb. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth: I pull in resolution;2 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 towards Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!— There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.- [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, (1) Cling thee, i. e. shrivel, parch thee up. 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. SCENE VII.-The same. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. 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 Am I to fear, or none. Enter Young SIWARD. Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. 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 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. Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy face: My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st be; Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not. [Exit. Alarum. 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 noble thanes do bravely in the war; The day almost itself professes yours, Mach. 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 charg'd 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. Thou losest labour: As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air1 With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed : I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Mucb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense;2 And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee. And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, "Here may you see the tyrant." Macb. I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, (1) Intrenchant air, i. e. the air which cannot be cut. [They fight. (2) That palter, &c.,-that shuffle with us in ambiguous expressions. |