MACBETH 5.3

Dunsinane. A room in the castle.

[Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants]

MACBETH Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:

Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,

I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?

Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know

All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: 5

'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman

Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly,

false thanes,

And mingle with the English epicures:

The mind I sway by and the heart I bear 10

Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.

[Enter a Servant]

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!

Where got'st thou that goose look?

Servant There is ten thousand--

MACBETH Geese, villain! 15

Servant Soldiers, sir.

MACBETH Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?

Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine

Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? 20

Servant The English force, so please you.

MACBETH Take thy face hence.

[Exit Servant]

Seyton!--I am sick at heart,

When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push

Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. 25

I have lived long enough: my way of life

Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;

And that which should accompany old age,

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

I must not look to have; but, in their stead, 30

Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!

[Enter SEYTON]

SEYTON What is your gracious pleasure?

MACBETH What news more?

SEYTON All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. 35

MACBETH I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.

Give me my armour.

SEYTON 'Tis not needed yet.

MACBETH I'll put it on.

Send out more horses; skirr the country round; 40

Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.

How does your patient, doctor?

Doctor Not so sick, my lord,

As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,

That keep her from her rest. 45

MACBETH Cure her of that.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,

Raze out the written troubles of the brain

And with some sweet oblivious antidote 50

Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff

Which weighs upon the heart?

Doctor Therein the patient

Must minister to himself.

MACBETH Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. 55

Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.

Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.

Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast

The water of my land, find her disease,

And purge it to a sound and pristine health, 60

I would applaud thee to the very echo,

That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--

What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,

Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

Doctor Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation 65

Makes us hear something.

MACBETH Bring it after me.

I will not be afraid of death and bane,

Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

Doctor [Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, 70

Profit again should hardly draw me here.

[Exeunt]

MACBETH	Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
	Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
	I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
	Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
	All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:	5
	'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
	Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly,
	false thanes,
	And mingle with the English epicures:
	The mind I sway by and the heart I bear	10
	Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
	[Enter a Servant]
	The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
	Where got'st thou that goose look?

MACBETH	Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
	Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
	Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
	Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?	20

MACBETH	Take thy face hence.
	[Exit Servant]
	Seyton!--I am sick at heart,
	When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push
	Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.	25
	I have lived long enough: my way of life
	Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
	And that which should accompany old age,
	As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
	I must not look to have; but, in their stead,	30
	Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
	Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!
	[Enter SEYTON]

MACBETH		I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
		Give me my armour.

MACBETH	I'll put it on.
	Send out more horses; skirr the country round;	40
	Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
	How does your patient, doctor?

Doctor	Not so sick, my lord,
	As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,
	That keep her from her rest.	45

MACBETH	Cure her of that.
	Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
	Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
	Raze out the written troubles of the brain
	And with some sweet oblivious antidote	50
	Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
	Which weighs upon the heart?

MACBETH	Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.	55
	Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
	Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
	Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast
	The water of my land, find her disease,
	And purge it to a sound and pristine health,	60
	I would applaud thee to the very echo,
	That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--
	What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,
	Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

Doctor		Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation	65
		Makes us hear something.

MACBETH		Bring it after me.
		I will not be afraid of death and bane,
		Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

Doctor	[Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,	70
	Profit again should hardly draw me here.
	[Exeunt]