| ACT V. | |
| SCENE III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. | |
| [Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.] |
| MACBETH. | |
| 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 consequences have pronounc'd me thus,-- |
| Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, |
| And mingle with the English epicures: |
| The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, |
| Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. |
| [Enter a Servant.] |
| The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! |
| Where gott'st thou that goose look? |
| SERVANT. | |
| There is ten thousand-- |
| MACBETH. | |
| Geese, villain? |
| SERVANT. | |
| Soldiers, sir. |
| MACBETH. | |
| Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, |
| Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? |
| Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine |
| Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? |
| SERVANT. | |
| The English force, so please you. |
| MACBETH. | |
| Take thy face hence. |
| [Exit Servant.] |
| Seyton!--I am sick at heart, |
| When I behold--Seyton, I say!- This push |
| Will chair me ever or disseat me now. |
| I have liv'd long enough: my way of life |
| Is fall'n 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, and dare not. |
| Seyton!-- |
| [Enter Seyton.] |
| SEYTON. | |
| What's your gracious pleasure? |
| MACBETH. | |
| What news more? |
| SEYTON. | |
| All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. |
| MACBETH. | |
| I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. |
| Give me my armour. |
| SEYTON. | |
| 'Tis not needed yet. |
| MACBETH. | |
| I'll put it on. |
| Send out more horses, skirr the country round; |
| Hang those that talk of fear.--Give me mine armour.-- |
| How does your patient, doctor? |
| DOCTOR. | |
| Not so sick, my lord, |
| As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, |
| That keep her from her rest. |
| MACBETH. | |
| 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? |
| DOCTOR. | |
| Therein the patient |
| Must minister to himself. |
| MACBETH. | |
| 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 couldst, 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? Hear'st thou of them? |
| DOCTOR. | |
| Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation |
| Makes us hear something. |
| MACBETH. | |
| Bring it after me.-- |
| I will not be afraid of death and bane, |
| Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. |
| [Exeunt all except Doctor.] |
| DOCTOR. | |
| Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, |
| Profit again should hardly draw me here. |
| [Exit.] |