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    Act 5, Scene 5

    [Dunsinane castle. Military drums and flags. Enter Macbeth, Seyton (his armorer), 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 forced with those that should be ours,
    We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
    And beat them backward home.

    [Seyton goes to see what the cries were about]

    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 cooled
    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 supped full with horrors.
    Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
    Cannot once start me.

    [Re-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 comest 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 it.


    Macbeth
    Well, say, sir.
    Messenger
    As I did stand my watch upon the hill,

    I looked 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 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!


    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 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.

    [Exit]

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