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MACDUFF . Let our just censures Attend the true event , and put we on Industrious soldiership . SIWARD . 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 . [ Exeunt , marching . ] SCENE V . Dunsinane . Within the castle . Enter with drum and colours , Macbeth , Seyton and Soldiers . MACBETH . 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 forc’d with those that should be ours , We might have met them dareful , beard to beard , And beat them backward home . [ A cry of women within . ] What is that noise ? SEYTON . It is the cry of women , my good lord . [ Exit . ] MACBETH . I have almost forgot the taste of fears . The time has been , my senses would have cool’d 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 supp’d full with horrors ; Direness , familiar to my slaughterous thoughts , Cannot once start me . Enter Seyton . Wherefore was that cry ? SEYTON . The Queen , my lord , is dead . MACBETH . She should have died hereafter . There would have been a time for such a word . Tomorrow , and tomorrow , and tomorrow , 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 a Messenger . Thou com’st to use thy tongue ; thy story quickly . MESSENGER . Gracious my lord , I should report that which I say I saw , But know not how to do’t . MACBETH . Well , say , sir . MESSENGER . As I did stand my watch upon the hill , I look’d toward Birnam , and anon , methought , The wood began to move . MACBETH . Liar , and slave ! MESSENGER . Let me endure your wrath , if’t be not so . Within this three mile may you see it coming ; I say , a moving grove . MACBETH . 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 th ’ 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 aweary of the sun , And wish th ’ estate o ’ th ’ world were now undone . — Ring the alarum bell ! — Blow , wind ! come , wrack ! At least we’ll die with harness on our back . [ Exeunt . ]
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