2192He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

2193Within the belt of Rule.

2194Ang. Now do's he feele

2195His secret Murthers sticking on his hands,

2196Now minutely Reuolts vpbraid his Faith-breach:

2197Those he commands, moue onely in command,

2198Nothing in loue: Now do's he feele his Title

2199Hang loose about him, like a Giants Robe

2200Vpon a dwarfish Theefe.

2201Ment. Who then shall blame

2202His pester'd Senses to recoyle, and start,

2203When all that is within him, do's condemne

2204It selfe, for being there.

2205Cath. Well, march we on,

2206To giue Obedience, where 'tis truly ow'd:

2207Meet we the Med'cine of the sickly Weale,

2208And with him poure we in our Countries purge,

2209Each drop of vs.

2210Lenox. Or so much as it needes,

2211To dew the Soueraigne Flower, and drowne the Weeds:

2212Make we our March towards Birnan. Exeunt marching.

2215Macb. Bring me no more Reports, let them flye all:

2216Till Byrnane wood remoue to Dunsinane,

2217I cannot taint with Feare. What's the Boy Malcolme?

2218Was he not borne of woman? The Spirits that know

2219All mortall Consequences, haue pronounc'd me thus:

2220Feare not Macbeth, no man that's borne of woman

2221Shall ere haue power vpon thee. Then fly false Thanes,

2222And mingle with the English Epicures,

2223The minde I sway by, and the heart I beare,

2224Shall neuer sagge with doubt, nor shake with feare.

2226The diuell damne thee blacke, thou cream-fac'd Loone:

2227Where got'st thou that Goose-looke.

2228Ser. There is ten thousand.

2229Macb. Geese Villaine?

2230Ser. Souldiers Sir.

2231Macb. Go pricke thy face, and ouer-red thy feare

2232Thou Lilly-liuer'd Boy. What Soldiers, Patch?

2233Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine

2234Are Counsailers to feare. What Soldiers Whay-face?

2235Ser. The English Force, so please you.

2236Macb. Take thy face hence. Seyton, I am sick at hart,

2237When I behold: Seyton, I say, this push

2238Will cheere me euer, or dis-eate me now.

2239I haue liu'd long enough: my way of life

2240Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe,

2241And that which should accompany Old-Age,

2242As Honor, Loue, Obedience, Troopes of Friends,

2243I must not looke to haue: but in their steed,

2244Curses, not lowd but deepe, Mouth-honor, breath

2245Which the poore heart would faine deny, and dare not.

2246Seyton?

2248Sey. What's your gracious pleasure?

2249Macb. What Newes more?

2250Sey. All is confirm'd my Lord, which was reported.

2251Macb. Ile fight, till from my bones, my flesh be hackt.

2252Giue me my Armor.

2253Seyt. 'Tis not needed yet.

2254Macb. Ile put it on:

2255Send out moe Horses, skirre the Country round,

2256Hang those that talke of Feare. Giue me mine Armor:

2257How do's your Patient, Doctor?

2258Doct. Not so sicke my Lord,

2259As she is troubled with thicke-comming Fancies

2260That keepe her from her rest.

2261Macb. Cure of that:

2262Can'st thou not Minister to a minde diseas'd,

2263Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow,

2264Raze out the written troubles of the Braine,

2265And with some sweet Obliuious Antidote

2266Cleanse the stufft bosome, of that perillous stuffe

2267Which weighes vpon the heart?

2268Doct. Therein the Patient

2269Must minister to himselfe.

2270Macb. Throw Physicke to the Dogs, Ile none of it.

2271Come, put mine Armour on: giue me my Staffe:

2272Seyton, send out: Doctor, the Thanes flye from me:

2273Come sir, dispatch. If thou could'st Doctor, cast

2274The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,

2275And purge it to a sound and pristiue Health,

2276I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,

2277That should applaud againe. Pull't off I say,

2278What Rubarb, Cyme, or what Purgatiue drugge

2279Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y^u of them?

2280Doct. I my good Lord: your Royall Preparation

2281Makes vs heare something.

2282Macb. Bring it after me:

2283I will not be affraid of Death and Bane,

2284Till Birnane Forrest come to Dunsinane.

2285Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away, and cleere,

2286Profit againe should hardly draw me heere. Exeunt

2291Malc. Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand

2292That Chambers will be safe.

2293Ment. We doubt it nothing.

2294Syew. What wood is this before vs?

2295Ment. The wood of Birnane.

2296Malc, Let euery Souldier hew him downe a Bough,

2297And bear't before him, thereby shall we shadow

2298The numbers of our Hoast, and make discouery

2299Erre in report of vs.

2300Sold. It shall be done.

2301Syw. We learne no other, but the confident Tyrant

2302Keepes still in Dunsinane, and will indure

2303Our setting downe befor't.

2304Malc. 'Tis his maine hope:

2305For where there is aduantage to be giuen,

2306Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,

2307And none serue with him, but constrained things,

2308Whose hearts are absent too.

2309Macd. Let our iust Censures

2310Attend the true euent, and put we on

nn3 Industrious