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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:8
Towards which, advance the war.

[Exeunt, marching:


Dunsinane. Within the Castle.

Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEY

TON, 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 fainine, and the ague, eat thein up: Were they nọt 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?

Scy. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Macb. She should have died hereafter;



arbitrate:] i.e. determine. .
fell of hair -] My hairy part, my capillitium. Fell is


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 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 say I saw,
But know not how to do it.

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.
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.

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 the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane;-and now a wood

? Till famine cling thee:] Clung, in the Northern counties, signifies any thing that is shrivelled

or shrunk up.

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 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.



The same.

A Plain before the Castle.

Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old

SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army, with
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.


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.


The same.

Another Part of the Plain.


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.

. 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


is in hell. Macb.

My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce

a title

More hateful to mine ear.

No, nor more fearful.
Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my


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 sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
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

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.

We have met with foes
That strike beside us.

Enter, sir, the castle.

[Exeunt. Alarum.

Re-enter MACBETH. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and

die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. .

Re-enter MacDUFF. Macd.

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,

2 Secms bruited:] From bruit, Fr. To bruit is to report with clamour; to noise.

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