_Drum and colours. Enter_ MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS,
LENNOX, _and_ Soldiers.[4528]
_Ment._ The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
His uncle Siward and the good Macduff:[4529]
Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes[4530][4531]
Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm[4530][4532]
Excite the mortified man.[4530]
_Ang._ Near Birnam wood[4530][4533] 5
Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
_Caith._ Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
_Len._ For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file[4534]
Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
And many unrough youths, that even now[4535] 10
Protest their first of manhood.[4536]
_Ment._ What does the tyrant?
_Caith._ Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,[4537]
Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause[4538] 15
Within the belt of rule.
_Ang._ Now does he feel
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 20
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
_Ment._ Who then shall blame
His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself for being there?
_Caith._ Well, march we on,[4539] 25
To give obedience where 'tis truly owed:
Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,[4540]
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Each drop of us.
_Len._ Or so much as it needs
To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. 30
Make we our march towards Birnam. [_Exeunt, marching._[4541]