And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.

Len. It shall be done.

Rosse. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before't.

Macd. 'Tis his main hope:

For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less have given him the revolt:
And none serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too.

Siw. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

Macd. The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:

Towards which, advance the war.

[March.-Exeunt into the Wood, R.

SCENE IV.-The Ramparts of the Castle at Dunsinane.Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and ATTENDANTS, L. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls: The cry is still "They come :"-Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Till famine, and the ague, eat them up: Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home.

What is that noise?

[A cry within of women, L.

Sey. It is the cry of women, good my lord.

[Exit Seyton, L.

Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears; The time has been, my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir

As life were in't: I have supped full with horrors
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,

Cannot once start me.

Re-enter SEYTON.

Wherefore was that cry?

Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Macb. She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.-
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle !
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing-

Enter FIRST OFFICER, R.

Thou comest to use thy tongue: thy story quickly

1st Offi. Gracious my lord,

I should report that which, I say, I saw,

But know not how to do't.

Mach. Well, say, sir.

1st Offi. [Kneeling.] As I did stand my watch apon the

hill,

I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought,

The wood began to move.

Mach. Liar and slave!

1st Offi. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:

Within this three mile may you see it coming;
I say, a moving grove.

Mach. If thou speak'st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
'Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much :-
I pull in resolution; and begin,

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

That lies like truth :-" Fear not, 'till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane :"-and now a wood

Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!

If this, which he avouches, does appear,
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.

I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

And wish the state o'the world were now undone.-
Ring the alarum bell :-Blow, wind ! come, wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back!

[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt, R.

SCENE V.-A Plain before the Castle at Dunsinane. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, Lenox, and SOLDIERS, with Boughs, discovered.

Mal. Now near enough; your leafy screens throw

down,

And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle,
Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son,

Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,

Shall take upon us what else remains to do,

According to our order.

Len. This way, my lords, the castle's gently rendered. Siw. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,

Let us be beaten if we cannot fight.

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak: give them all

breath,

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

[Alarums-Exeunt several ways.

SCENE VI.-A Court in the Castle of Dunsinane.-Alarums.
Enter MACBETH, from the gates.

Mach. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course. - What's he,
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.

Enter MACDUFF, R.

[Llarums. Exit, L.

Macd. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy face If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms

Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth

Or else my sword, with an unbattered edge,

I sheathe again, undeeded.

Let me find him, fortune!

And more I beg not.

[Alarums.-Exeunt, L

SCENE VII.- The Gates of the Castle at Dunsinane.

Enter MACBETH through the gates.

Mach. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.

Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.

「Going to R.

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already.

Macd. I have no words;

My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain

Than terms can give thee out.

Mach. Thou losest labour:

[Fight.-Alarums

As easy may'st thou the intrenchant* air

With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.

Macd. Despair thy charm;

And let the angel, whom thou still hast served,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripped.

Mach. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense;

That keep the word of promise to our ear,

And break it to our hope-I'll not fight with thee.

Retires towards the Castle gates

Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

And live to be the show and gaze o' the time.

We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

Painted upon a pole, and underwrit,

"Here you may see the tyrant."

Macb. I will not yield,

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse!

Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last ;-

Lay on, Macduff';

And damned be him that first cries, "Hold! enough."

[Alarums. They fight. - Macbeth falls and dies.-Flourish of drums and trumpets. - Shouting within.

Enter MALCOLM, ROSSE, LENOX, SIWARD, GENTLEMEN, and SOLDIERS.

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: the time is free : I see thee compassed with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,— Hail, King of Scotland!

All. King of Scotland, hail!

[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour named. What's more to do, That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, We will perform in measure, time, and place: So thanks to all at once, and to each one,

Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.

[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.--Exeunt

THE END.