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Drum and colours. Enter MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers
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| MENTEITH |
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The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
His uncle Siward and the good Macduff:
Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes
Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm
5 Excite the mortified man.
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| ANGUS |
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Near Birnam wood
Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
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| CAITHNESS |
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Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
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| LENNOX |
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For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
10 Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
And many unrough youths that even now
Protest their first of manhood.
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| MENTEITH |
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What does the tyrant?
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| CAITHNESS |
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Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
15 Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him
Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of rule.
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| ANGUS |
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Now does he feel
20 His secret murders sticking on his hands;
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
25 Upon a dwarfish thief.
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| MENTEITH |
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Who then shall blame
His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself for being there?
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| CAITHNESS |
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30 Well, march we on,
To give obedience where 'tis truly owed:
Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,
And with him pour we in our country's purge
Each drop of us.
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| LENNOX |
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35 Or so much as it needs,
To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.
Make we our march towards Birnam.
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Exeunt, marching
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