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The numbers of our host, and make discovery
It shall be done.
'Tis his main hope :
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.
Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON,
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,
[A cry within, of women,
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Gracious my lord,
Well, say, sir.
Liar, and slave!
[striking him. Mes. 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 63 : if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much.I pull in resolution 64 ; 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 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.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI.
The Same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with Drum 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 us 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.
The Same. 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
Enter young SIWARD.
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
name Than any is in hell. Macb.
My name's Macbeth.
No, nor more fearful,
[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.