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Shall we well meet them; that way are they com

ing:
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 unrough youths, that even now
Protest their first of manhood.
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.
Ang.

Now does he feel
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 on,
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow’d:
Meet we the medecin' 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,

$ - unrough youths,] i. e. smooth-faced, unbearded. 9 When all that is within him does condemn

Itself, for being there?] That is, when all the faculties of the mind are employed in self-condemnation.

the medecin -] i, e. physician, VOL. IV.

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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.---Then fly, false

thanes, And mingle with the English epicures : The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear.

Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon !3 Where got'st thou that goose look ?

Serv. There is ten thousandMacb.

Geese, villain? Serv.

Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy

fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?

2 Shall never sagg with doubt,] To sag, or swag, is to sink down by its own weight, or by an overload.

loon!] At present this word is only used in Scotland, and signifies a base fellow.

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Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

Seri. The English force, so please you.
Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !—I am sick

at heart,
When I behold—Seyton, I say !--This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
I have liv'd long enough : my way of life +
Is falln into the sear, the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany

old

age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. Seyton !

Enter SEYTON.

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
Macb.

What news more? Sey. All is confirin'd, my lord, which was re

ported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be

hack'd. Give me my armour. Sey.

'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on.

4 I have liv'd long enough: my way of life, &c.] As there is no relation between the way of life, and fallen into the sear, I am inclined to think that the W is only an M inverted, and that it was originally written:

- my May of life. I am now passed from tắe spring to the autumn of my days: but I am without those comforts that should succeed the sprightliness of bloom, and support me in this melancholy season.

The author has May in the same sense elsewhere. JOHNSON.

This opinion, however, has been ably controverted by some of the commentators. - the sear,] Sear is dry.

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Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine ar

mour.

How does your patient, doctor?
Doct.

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?
Doct.

Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
Macb. Throw physick 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 Come, sir, despatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, casť 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. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb.

Bring it after me.

me:

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skirr the country round;] To skirr, signifies to scour, to ride hastily.

cast The water of my land,] To cast the water was the phrase in use for finding out disorders by the inspection of urine.

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I will not be afraid of death and bane,
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 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. 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.

The time approaches,

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