Macbeth: Act 5, Scene 3



          Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.

       MACBETH
  1    Bring me no more reports; let them fly all.
  2    Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
  3    I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
  4    Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
  5    All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
  6    "Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
  7    Shall e'er have power upon thee." Then fly, false thanes,
  8    And mingle with the English epicures!
  9    The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
 10    Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.

          Enter Servant.

 11    The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
 12    Where got'st thou that goose look?

       Servant
 13    There is ten thousand—

       MACBETH
                                           Geese, villain?

       Servant
                                                                      Soldiers, sir.

       MACBETH
 14    Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
 15    Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
 16    Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
 17    Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

       Servant
 18    The English force, so please you.

       MACBETH
 19    Take thy face hence.

          Exit Servant.

                                        Seyton!—I am sick at heart,
 20    When I behold—Seyton, I say!—This push
 21    Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
 22    I have liv'd long enough: my way of life
 23    Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
 24    And that which should accompany old age,
 25    As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
 26    I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
 27    Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
 28    Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
 29    Seyton!

          Enter SEYTON.

       SEYTON
 30    What is your gracious pleasure?

       MACBETH
                                                          What news more?

       SEYTON
 31    All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.

       MACBETH
 32    I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
 33    Give me my armour.

       SEYTON
                                      'Tis not needed yet.

       MACBETH
 34    I'll put it on.
 35    Send out moe horses; skirr the country round;
 36    Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
 37    How does your patient, doctor?

       Doctor
                                                       Not so sick, my lord,
 38    As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,
 39    That keep her from her rest.

       MACBETH
                                                   Cure her of that.
 40    Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
 41    Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
 42    Raze out the written troubles of the brain
 43    And with some sweet oblivious antidote
 44    Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
 45    Which weighs upon the heart?

       Doctor
                                                   Therein the patient
 46    Must minister to himself.

       MACBETH
 47    Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
 48    Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
 49    Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
 50    Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast
 51    The water of my land, find her disease,
 52    And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
 53    I would applaud thee to the very echo,
 54    That should applaud again.—Pull't off, I say.—
 55    What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
 56    Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

       Doctor
 57    Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
 58    Makes us hear something.

       MACBETH
                                            Bring it after me.—
 59    I will not be afraid of death and bane,
 60    Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

          [Exeunt all but the Doctor.]

       Doctor
 61    Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
 62    Profit again should hardly draw me here.

          Exit.