2176Ment. The English powre is neere, led on by Malcolm,

2177His Vnkle Seyward, and the good Macduff.

2178Reuenges burne in them: for their deere causes

2179Would to the bleeding, and the grim Alarme

2180Excite the mortified man.

2181Ang. Neere Byrnan wood

2182Shall we well meet them, that way are they comming.

2183Cath. Who knowes if Donalbane be with his brother?

2184Len. For certaine Sir, he is not: I haue a File

2185Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards Sonne,

2186And many vnruffe youths, that euen now

2187Protest their first of Manhood.

2188Ment. What do's the Tyrant.

2189Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly Fortifies:

2190Some say hee's mad: Others, that lesser hate him,

2191Do call it valiant Fury, but for certaine

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.