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DOCTOR . Foul whisp’rings are abroad . Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles : infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets . More needs she the divine than the physician . — God , God , forgive us all ! Look after her ; Remove from her the means of all annoyance , And still keep eyes upon her . So , good night : My mind she has mated , and amaz’d my sight . I think , but dare not speak . GENTLEWOMAN . Good night , good doctor . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE II . The Country near Dunsinane . Enter , with drum and colours Menteith , Caithness , Angus , Lennox and Soldiers . MENTEITH . The English power is near , led on by Malcolm , His uncle Siward , and the good Macduff . Revenges burn in them ; for their dear causes Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm Excite the mortified man . ANGUS . Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them . That way are they coming . CAITHNESS . Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother ? LENNOX . For certain , sir , he is not . I have a file Of all the gentry : there is Siward’s son And many unrough youths , that even now Protest their first of manhood . MENTEITH . What does the tyrant ? CAITHNESS . Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies . Some say he’s mad ; others , that lesser hate him , Do call it valiant fury : but , for certain , He cannot buckle his distemper’d cause Within the belt of rule . ANGUS . 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 Hang loose about him , like a giant’s robe Upon a dwarfish thief . MENTEITH . Who , then , shall blame His pester’d senses to recoil and start , When all that is within him does condemn Itself for being there ? CAITHNESS . Well , march we on , To give obedience where ’ tis truly ow’d : Meet we the med’cine of the sickly weal ; And with him pour we , in our country’s purge , Each drop of us . LENNOX . Or so much as it needs To dew the sovereign flower , and drown the weeds . Make we our march towards Birnam . [ Exeunt , marching . ] 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 All mortal consequences have pronounc’d 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 : 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 - fac’d loon ! Where gott’st thou that goose look ? SERVANT . There is ten thousand — MACBETH . 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 Are counsellors to fear . What soldiers , whey - face ? SERVANT . The English force , so please you .
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