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Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
Profit again should hardly draw me here.
SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane. A Wood in view.
Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching.
Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe.
We doubt it nothing.
Siw. What wood is this before us?
The wood of Birnam.
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,
It shall be done.
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before 't.
"T is his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less a have given him the revolt;
Attend the true event, and put we on
Let our just censures
The time approaches,
a More and less.-Shakspere uses these words, as Chaucer and Spenser use them, for greater and less.
That will with due decision make us know
Enter, with drums and colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers.
Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
Were they not 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 supp'd full with horrors;
Macb. She should have died hereafter;
The way to dusty a death. Out, out, brief candle!
Dusty.-Douce has the following valuable illustration of the passage: "Perhaps no quotation can be better calculated to show the propriety of this epithet than the following grand
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
Enter a Messenger.
Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
I should 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!
Mess. Let me endure your wrath if 't be not so; Within this three mile may you see it coming; say, a moving grove.
If thou speak'st false,
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth:
I pull in resolution;a and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood
The Vision of Pierce Plowman,' a work which Shakspere might have seen :
'Death came drivynge after, and all to dust pashed
a Monck Mason gives an illustration from Fletcher, which explains the use of pull in :
"All my spirits
As if they had heard my passing bell go for me,
Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!—
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.-
SCENE VI.-The same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with drums 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,
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.
SCENE VII.-The same.
Another part of the
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?
Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter
Than any is in hell.
My name's Macbeth.
Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a
More hateful to mine ear.
No, nor more fearful.
Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Alarums. Enter MACDUff.
Macd. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy
If thou be 'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord; -the castle 's gently render'd:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;