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Macbeth - Act 5, scene 3
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Act 5, scene 3
Reports are brought to Macbeth of the Scottish and English forces massed against him. He seeks assurance in the apparitions’ promise of safety for himself. But he is anxious about Lady Macbeth’s condition and impatient with her doctor’s inability to cure her.Enter Macbeth, ⌜the⌝ Doctor, and Attendants.
2157 Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all.
2158 Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane
2159 I cannot taint with fear. What’s the boy Malcolm?
2160 Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
2161 5 All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
2162 “Fear not, Macbeth. No man that’s born of woman
2163 Shall e’er have power upon thee.” Then fly, false
2165 And mingle with the English epicures.
2166 10 The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
2167 Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
2168 The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
2169 Where got’st thou that goose-look?
SERVANT 2170 There is ten thousand—
MACBETH 2171 15Geese, villain?
SERVANT 2172 Soldiers, sir.
2173 Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear,
2174 Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch?
2175 Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine
2176 20 Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
SERVANT 2177 The English force, so please you.
2178 Take thy face hence.⌜Servant exits.⌝
2179 Seyton!—I am sick at heart
2180 When I behold—Seyton, I say!—This push
p. 1712181 25 Will cheer me ever or ⌜disseat⌝ me now.
2182 I have lived long enough. My way of life
2183 Is fall’n into the sere, the yellow leaf,
2184 And that which should accompany old age,
2185 As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
2186 30 I must not look to have, but in their stead
2187 Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath
2188 Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare
2191 35 What’s your gracious pleasure?
MACBETH 2192 What news more?
2193 All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.
2194 I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
2195 Give me my armor.
SEYTON 2196 40’Tis not needed yet.
MACBETH 2197 I’ll put it on.
2198 Send out more horses. Skirr the country round.
2199 Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine
2201 45 How does your patient, doctor?
DOCTOR 2202 Not so sick, my lord,
2203 As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
2204 That keep her from her rest.
MACBETH 2205 Cure ⌜her⌝ of that.
2206 50 Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
2207 Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
2208 Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
2209 And with some sweet oblivious antidote
2210 Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
2211 55 Which weighs upon the heart?
p. 173DOCTOR 2212 Therein the patient
2213 Must minister to himself.
2214 Throw physic to the dogs. I’ll none of it.—
2215 Come, put mine armor on. Give me my staff.
⌜Attendants begin to arm him.⌝
2216 60 Seyton, send out.—Doctor, the thanes fly from
2218 Come, sir, dispatch.—If thou couldst, doctor, cast
2219 The water of my land, find her disease,
2220 And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
2221 65 I would applaud thee to the very echo
2222 That should applaud again.—Pull ’t off, I say.—
2223 What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug
2224 Would scour these English hence? Hear’st thou of
2226 70 Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation
2227 Makes us hear something.
MACBETH 2228 Bring it after me.—
2229 I will not be afraid of death and bane
2230 Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane.
2231 75 Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
2232 Profit again should hardly draw me here.