Scene three
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 pronounced 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- faced loon ！
Where got'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 cheer me ever，or disseat me now．
I have lived 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 darenot．Seyton！
[Enter SEYTON]
SEYTON
What is 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 diseased，
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 peribus 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，dispatch，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，cyme，or what purgative drug，
Would scour these English hence？Hear'st thou of themc ？
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．
Doctor
[Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear，
Profit again should hardly draw me here．
[Exeunt]

Scene Five
Dunsinane．Within the castle．
[Enter MACBETH，SEYTON，and Soldiers，with drum and colors]
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 forced 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 slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me．
[Re- enter SEYITON]
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 comest 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！
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 shal t 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 aweary 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 Seven
Another part of the field．
[Alarums．Enter MACBETH]
MACHETH
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 SIWAND]
YOUNG SIWARD
What is thy name？
MACBETH
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it．
YOUNG SIWARD
No；though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell．
MACBETH
My name's Macbeth．
YOUNG SIWARD
The devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear．
MACBETH
No，nor more fearful．
YOUNG SIWARD
Thou liest，abhorred tyrant；with my sword
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st．
[They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slainc ]
MACBETH
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]
MACDUFF
That way the noise is．Tyrant，show thy face！
If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine，
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still．
I cannot strike at wretched kerns，whose arms
Are hired to bear their staves：either thou，
Macbeth，
Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
I sheathe again undeeded．There thou shouldst be；
By this great clatter，one of greatest note
Seems bruited．Let me find him，fortune！
And more I beg not．
[Exit．Alarums]
[Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD]
SIWARD
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；
The day almost itself professes yours，
And little is to do．
MALCOLM
We have met with foes
That strike beside us．
SIWARD
Enter，sir，the castle．
[Exeunt．Alarums]