2321Macb. Hang out our Banners on the outward walls,

2322The Cry is still, they come: our Castles strength

2323Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye,

2324Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:

2325Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,

2326We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard,

2327And beate them backward home. What is that noyse?

2329Sey. It is the cry of women, my good Lord.

2330Macb. I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares:

2331The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd

2332To heare a Night-shrieke, and my Fell of haire

2333Would at a dismall Treatise rowze, and stirre

2334As life were in't. I haue supt full with horrors,

2335Direnesse familiar to my slaughterous thoughts

2336Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry?

2337Sey. The Queene (my Lord) is dead.

2338Macb. She should haue dy'de heereafter;

2339There would haue beene a time for such a word:

2340To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,

2341Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,

2342To the last Syllable of Recorded time:

2343And all our yesterdayes, haue lighted Fooles

2344The way to dusty death. Out, out, breefe Candle,

2345Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore Player,

2346That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage,

2347And then is heard no more. It is a Tale

2348Told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury

2349Signifying nothing. Enter a Messenger.

2350Thou com'st to vse thy Tongue: thy Story quickly.

2351Mes. Gracious my Lord,

2352I should report that which I say I saw,

2353But know not how to doo't.

2354Macb. Well, say sir.

2355Mes. As I did stand my watch vpon the Hill

2356I look'd toward Byrnane, and anon me thought

2357The Wood began to moue.

2358Macb. Lyar, and Slaue.

2359Mes. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:

2360Within this three Mile may you see it comming.

2361I say, a mouing Groue.

2362Macb. If thou speak'st fhlse,

2363Vpon the next Tree shall thou hang aliue

2364Till Famine cling thee: If thy speech be sooth,

2365I care not if thou dost for me as much.

2366I pull in Resolution, and begin

2367To doubt th'Equiuocation of the Fiend,

2368That lies like truth. Feare not, till Byrnane Wood

2369Do come to Dunsinane, and now a Wood

2370Comes toward Dunsinane. Arme, Arme, and out,

2371If this which he auouches, do's appeare,

2372There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.

2373I 'ginne to be a-weary of the Sun,

2374And wish th'estate o'th'world were now vndon.

2375Ring the Alarum Bell, blow Winde, come wracke,

2376At least wee'l dye with Harnesse on our backe. Exeunt