Extrait de MACBETH

ACT V.
SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle.
	[Enter with drum and colours, Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers.]
MACBETH.
	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 famine and the ague eat them up:
	Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
	We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
	And beat them backward home.
	[A cry of women within.]
	What is that noise?
SEYTON.
	It is the cry of women, my good lord.
	[Exit.]
MACBETH.
	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.
	[Re-enter Seyton.]
	Wherefore was that cry?
SEYTON.
	The queen, my lord, is dead.
MACBETH.
	She should have died hereafter;
	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.
MESSENGER.
	Gracious my lord,
	I should report that which I say I saw,
	But know not how to do it.
MACBETH.
	Well, say, sir.
MESSENGER.
	As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
	I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
	The wood began to move.
MACBETH.
	Liar, and slave!
	[Striking him.]
MESSENGER.
	Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so.
	Within this three mile may you see it coming;
	I say, a moving grove.
MACBETH.
	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
	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.]