The Country near Dunsinane. | |
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Enter, with drum and colours, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers. | |
| Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, | |
| His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. | 4 |
| Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes | |
| Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm | |
| Excite the mortified man. | |
| Ang. Near Birnam wood | 8 |
| Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. | |
| Caith. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? | |
| Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file | |
| Of all the gentry: there is Siward’s son, | 12 |
| And many unrough youths that even now | |
| Protest their first of manhood. | |
| Ment. What does the tyrant? | |
| Caith. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies. | 16 |
| Some say he’s mad; others that lesser hate him | |
| Do call it valiant fury; but, for certain, | |
| He cannot buckle his distemper’d cause | |
| Within the belt of rule. | 20 |
| Ang. Now does he feel | |
| His secret murders sticking on his hands; | |
| Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; | |
| Those he commands move only in command, | 24 |
| Nothing in love; now does he feel his title | |
| Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe | |
| Upon a dwarfish thief. | |
| Ment. Who then shall blame | 28 |
| His pester’d senses to recoil and start, | |
| When all that is within him does condemn | |
| Itself for being there? | |
| Caith. Well, march we on, | 32 |
| To give obedience where ’tis truly ow’d; | |
| Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal, | |
| And with him pour we in our country’s purge | |
| Each drop of us. | 36 |
| Len. Or so much as it needs | |
| To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. | |
| Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt, marching. | |
