5.2.0.22174Drum and colors. Enter Menteith, Caithness, 2175Angus, Lennox, soldiers. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
5.2.22177His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
5.2.32178Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes
5.2.42179Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm
Excite the mortified man. Near Birnam Wood
5.2.62182Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file
5.2.92185Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son
Protest their first of manhood. What does the tyrant?
Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.
5.2.132190Some say he's mad, others that lesser hate him
5.2.142191Do call it valiant fury, but for certain
Within the belt of rule. Now does he feel
5.2.172195His secret murders sticking on his hands;
5.2.182196Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
5.2.202198Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title
5.2.212199Hang loose about him like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief. Who then shall blame
5.2.232202His pestered senses to recoil and start,
5.2.242203When all that is within him does condemn
Itself for being there? Well, march we on
5.2.262206To give obedience where 'tis truly owed;
5.2.282208And with him pour we in our country's purge,
Each drop of us. Or so much as it needs
5.2.302211To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.