TPTT The Tragedy of Macbeth: ACT V
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
ACT V
SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle.
SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane.
SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle.
SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood.
SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle.
SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle.
SCENE VII. Another part of the field.
SCENE VIII. Another part of the field.
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SCENE III. 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
5     All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
      '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:
10    The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
      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
15    Geese, villain!
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
20    Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
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
25    Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
      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,
30    I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
      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
35    All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.
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.
40    Send out more horses; skirr the country round;
      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,
45    That keep her from her rest.
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
50    And with some sweet oblivious antidote
      Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
      Which weighs upon the heart?
Doctor
      Therein the patient
      Must minister to himself.
MACBETH
55    Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
      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,
60    And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
      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
65    Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
      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
70    (Aside) Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
      Profit again should hardly draw me here.
Exeunt
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