When I behold-Seyton, I say!—This push Enter SEYTON. What news more? Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Give me my armour. Sey. Macb. I'll put it on. 'Tis not needed yet. Send out more horses, skirr the country round"; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour. How does your patient, doctor? I have liv'd long enough: my way of life, &c.] As there is no relation between the way of life, and fallen into the sear, I am inclined to think that the W is only an M inverted, and that it was originally written : my May of life. I am now passed from the spring to the autumn of my days: but I am without those comforts that should succeed the sprightliness of bloom, and support me in this melancholy season. The author has May in the same sense elsewhere. JOHNSON. This opinion, however, has been ably controverted by some of the commentators. the sear,] Sear is dry. 6 skirr the country round;] To skurr, signifies to scour, to ride hastily. Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physick 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 could'st, 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?-Hearest thou of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb. Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. 7 cast The water of my land,] To cast the water was the phrase in use for finding out disorders by the inspection of urine. SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane: A Wood in view. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, ROSSE, and Soldiers, marching. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't. Mal. "Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Macd. Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. Siw. Let our just censures The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know S [Exeunt, marching. arbitrate:] i. e. determine. SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; cry There would have been a time for such a word.- ? 9 fell of hair] My hairy part, my capillitium. Fell is skin. Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Mess. Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it †. Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee': if thy speech be sooth, I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the 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!- There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate o'the world were now undone.Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack ! At least we'll die with harness on our back. +"do't." MALONE. [Exeunt. 1 Till famine cling thee :] Clung in the Northern counties signifies any thing that is shrivelled or shrunk up. |