ACT V
SCENE II The country near Dunsinane.


 [Drum and colours. Enter MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS,
 LENNOX, and Soldiers]

MENTEITH The English power 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.

ANGUS Near Birnam wood
 Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

CAITHNESS Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

LENNOX 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.

MENTEITH What does the tyrant?

CAITHNESS 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.

ANGUS 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.

MENTEITH Who then shall blame
 His pester'd 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 medicine of the sickly weal,
 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.
 Make we our march towards Birnam.

 [Exeunt, marching]




 MACBETH


ACT V