Act 5 - Scene 3
Dunsinane. A room in the castle.
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants
Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear.
What's the boy Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
All mortal consequences
have pronounced me thus:
'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon
thee.' Then fly,
And mingle with the English epicures:
The mind I sway by and the heart I
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
Enter a Servant
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where got'st thou that goose look?
There is ten thousand
Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul!
those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
The English force, so please you.
Take thy face hence.
Seyton!I am sick at heart,
When I beholdSeyton, I say!This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!
What is your gracious pleasure?
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