Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Secunda.
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Drum and Colours. Enter Menteth, Cathnes,
2175Angus, Lenox, Soldiers.
¶His Vnkle Seyward, and the good Macduff.
¶Reuenges burne in them: for their deere causes
¶Would to the bleeding, and the grim Alarme
2180Excite the mortified man.
¶Ang. Neere Byrnan wood
¶Shall we well meet them, that way are they comming.
¶Cath. Who knowes if Donalbane be with his brother?
¶Len. For certaine Sir, he is not: I haue a File
2185Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards Sonne,
¶And many vnruffe youths, that euen now
¶Ment. What do's the Tyrant.
¶Do call it valiant Fury, but for certaine
¶Within the belt of Rule.
¶Ang. Now do's he feele
¶Now minutely Reuolts vpbraid his Faith-breach:
¶Those he commands, moue onely in command,
¶Nothing in loue: Now do's he feele his Title
¶Hang loose about him, like a Giants Robe
2200Vpon a dwarfish Theefe.
¶When all that is within him, do's condemne
¶It selfe, for being there.
2205Cath. Well, march we on,
¶To giue Obedience, where 'tis truly ow'd:
¶Meet we the Med'cine of the sickly Weale,
¶And with him poure we in our Countries purge,
¶Each drop of vs.
¶To dew the Soueraigne Flower, and drowne the Weeds:
¶Make we our March towards Birnan.
Exeunt marching.
