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