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MACBETH . Take thy face hence . [ Exit Servant . ] Seyton ! — I am sick at heart , When I behold — Seyton , I say ! — This push Will cheer me ever or disseat me now . I have liv’d long enough : my way of life Is fall’n into the sere , the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age , As honour , love , obedience , troops of friends , 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 . Seyton ! — Enter Seyton . SEYTON . What’s your gracious pleasure ? MACBETH . What news more ? SEYTON . All is confirm’d , my lord , which was reported . MACBETH . I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack’d . Give me my armour . SEYTON . ’ Tis not needed yet . MACBETH . I’ll put it on . Send out more horses , skirr the country round ; Hang those that talk of fear . Give me mine armour . — How does your patient , doctor ? DOCTOR . Not so sick , my lord , As she is troubled with thick - coming fancies , That keep her from her rest . MACBETH . Cure her of that : Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas’d , Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow , Raze out the written troubles of the brain , And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? DOCTOR . Therein the patient Must minister to himself . MACBETH . Throw physic to the dogs , I’ll none of it . Come , put mine armour on ; give me my staff : Seyton , send out . — Doctor , the Thanes fly from me . — Come , sir , despatch . — If thou couldst , doctor , cast The water of my land , find her disease , And purge it to a sound and pristine health , I would applaud thee to the very echo , That should applaud again . — Pull’t off , I say . — What rhubarb , senna , or what purgative drug , Would scour these English hence ? Hear’st thou of them ? DOCTOR . Ay , my good lord . Your royal preparation Makes us hear something . MACBETH . Bring it after me . — I will not be afraid of death and bane , Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane . [ Exeunt all except Doctor . ] DOCTOR . Were I from Dunsinane away and clear , Profit again should hardly draw me here . [ Exit . ] SCENE IV . Country near Dunsinane : a Wood in view . Enter , with drum and colours Malcolm , old Siward and his Son , Macduff , Menteith , Caithness , Angus , Lennox , Ross and Soldiers , marching . MALCOLM . Cousins , I hope the days are near at hand That chambers will be safe . MENTEITH . We doubt it nothing . SIWARD . What wood is this before us ? MENTEITH . The wood of Birnam . MALCOLM . Let every soldier hew him down a bough , And bear’t before him . Thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host , and make discovery Err in report of us . SOLDIERS . It shall be done . SIWARD . We learn no other but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane , and will endure Our setting down before’t . MALCOLM . ’ 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 .
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