_Enter_ MACBETH, Doctor, _and_ Attendants.
_Macb._ Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane[4543]
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?[4544]
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know[4545]
All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:[4546] 5
'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly, false thanes,[4547]
And mingle with the English epicures:
The mind I sway by and the heart I bear[4548]
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.[4549] 10
_Enter a_ Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon![4550]
Where got'st thou that goose look?[4551]
_Serv._ There is ten thousand--[4552]
_Macb._ Geese, villain?
_Serv._ Soldiers, sir.
_Macb._ Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? 15
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?[4553]
_Serv._ The English force, so please you.
_Macb._ Take thy face hence. [_Exit Servant._[4554]
Seyton!--I am sick at heart,[4555][4556]
When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push[4555] 20
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.[4557]
I have lived long enough: my way of life[4558]
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf,
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, 25
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.[4559]
Seyton!
_Enter_ SEYTON.
_Sey._ What's your gracious pleasure?[4560]
_Macb._ What news more?[4561] 30
_Sey._ All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.
_Macb._ I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.[4562]
Give me my armour.
_Sey._ 'Tis not needed yet.
_Macb._ I'll put it on.
Send out moe horses, skirr the country round;[4563] 35
Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.[4564]
How does your patient, doctor?
_Doct._ Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
_Macb._ Cure her of that.[4565]
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,[4566] 40
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,[4567]
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff[4568]
Which weighs upon the heart?
_Doct._ Therein the patient 45
Must minister to himself.[4569]
_Macb._ Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.
Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.[4570]
Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast 50
The water of my land, find her disease
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,[4571]
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again. Pull't off, I say.
What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,[4572] 55
Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?
_Doct._ Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
Makes us hear something.
_Macb._ Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.[4573] 60
_Doct._ [_Aside_] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,[4574]
Profit again should hardly draw me here. [_Exeunt._[4575]