A Field with a Wood at a distance. Enter Menteth, Cathnefs, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers. Ment.THE English power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them: for their dear caufes Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he ftrongly fortifies; Ang. Now does he feel His fecret murthers sticking on his hands; Ment. Who then shall blame His pefter'd fenfes to recoil, and start, It felf, for being there? Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: L13 Meet Meet we the med'cin of the fickly weal, And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Len. Or fo much as it needs, To dew the fovereign flower, and drown the weeds. [Exeunt. Macb. Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. me no more reports, let them fly all: The mind I fway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never fagg with doubt, nor fhake with fear. Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd lown! Ser. There are ten thousand Mach. Geefe, villain? Ser. Soldiers, Sir. Mach. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lilly-liver'd boy. What foldiers, patch? Death of thy foul! thofe linnen cheeks of thine [heart, Mach. Take thy face hence Seyton! I'm fick at When I behold-Seyton, I fay! this pufh Will Will cheer me ever, or disease me now. Sey. What is your gracious pleafure? Mach. What news more? Sey. All is confirm'd, my Lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, 'till from my bones my flesh is hackt; Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Mach. I'll put it on: Send out more horfes, skirr the country round, Doct. Not fo fick, my Lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Cure her of that: Canft thou not minifter to minds difeas'd, Doct. Therein the patient Muft minifter unto himself. Mach. Throw phyfick to the dogs, I'll none of it And purge it to a found and priftine health, I would I would applaud thee to the very echo, Mach. Bring it after me; I will not be afraid of death and bane, 'Till Birnam foreft come to Dunfinane. Doct. Were I from Dunfinane away, and clear, Profit again fhould hardly draw me here. [Afide. Exeunt. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, Siward's Son, Menteth, Cathnefs, Angus, and Soldiers marching. Mal. Coufin, I hope the days are near at hand That chambers will be fafe, Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Mal. Let every foldier hew him down a bough, Sold. It fhall be done. Siw. We learn no other but the confident tyrant Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Macd. Macd. Let our just cenfures Attend the true event, and put we on Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decifion make us know S [Exeunt marching. CENE V. DUNSINAN E. Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers with drums and colours. Macb. Ang out our banners on the outward walls, Will laugh a fiege to fcorn. Here let them lye, Were they not a 'forc'd with those that should be ours, Sey. It is the cry of women, my good Lord. As life were in't. I have 9 'furfeited with horrors, Cannot ''now`ftart me. Wherefore was that cry? Macb. She fhould have dy'd hereafter; There would have been a time for fuch a word. (a) For re-inforc'd. To 9 fupt full I once |