23 His pestered 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 owed.
Meet we the med'cine of the sickly weal;27
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.30
Make we our march towards Birnam.
Exeunt, marching.
V.3Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.
MACBETH
Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all.
Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cann
ot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?3
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:5
"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.8
The mind I sway by and the heart I bear9
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.10
Enter Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!11
Where got'st thou that goose look?12
SERVANT
There is ten thousand-
MACBETH Geese, villain?
SERVANT Soldiers, sir.