SCENE V.
Dunsinane. Within the Castle.
Enter, with Drums and Colours, Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers.
Macb.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,
Till famine, and the ague, eat them up:
Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
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We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home. What is that noise?
[A cry within, of Women.
Sey.
It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Macb.
I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
The time has been4 note, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek5 note
; and my fell of hair6 note
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Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors7 note
;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry?
Sey.
The queen, my lord, is dead.
Macb.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word8 note
.—
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow9 note
,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time1 note
;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death2 note
. Out, out, brief candle!
-- 264 --
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.—
Enter a Messenger.
Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
Mess.
Gracious my lord,
I shall report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do't.
Macb.
Well, say, sir.
Mess.
As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move.
Macb.
Liar, and slave!
[Striking him3 note.
Mess.
Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
Within this three mile may you see it coming;
I say, a moving grove.
Macb.
If thou speak'st false,
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Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine cling thee4 note
: if thy speech be sooth,
-- 266 --
I care not if thou dost for me as much.—
I pull in resolution; and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth4 note
: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane;—and now a wood
-- 267 --
Comes toward Dunsinane.—Arm, arm, and out!—
If this, which he avouches, does appear,
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun5 note
,
And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.—
Ring the alarum bell:—Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we'll die with harness6 note
on our back.
[Exeunt.
James Boswell [1821], The plays and poems of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators: comprehending A Life of the Poet, and an enlarged history of the stage, by the late Edmond Malone. With a new glossarial index (J. Deighton and Sons, Cambridge) [word count] [S10201].