Act V, Scene 2
The country near Dunsinane.
- Drum and Colors. Enter Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lennox,
Menteth1 - 5
- The English pow’r 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.
Angus6 - 7
- Near Birnan wood
- Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
- Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
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- 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.
- What does the tyrant?
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- Who then shall blame
- His pester’d senses to recoil and start,
- When all that is within him does condemn
- Itself for being there?
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- 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.
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- Or so much as it needs
- To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.
- Make we our march towards Birnan.
- Exeunt marching.