Country near Birnam Wood. |
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Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, ROSS, and Soldiers marching. |
Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand |
That chambers will be safe. |
Men. We doubt it nothing. |
Siw. What wood is this before us? |
Men. The wood of Birnam. |
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough |
And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow |
The numbers of our host, and make discovery |
Err in report of us. |
Sold. It shall be done. |
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, |
Both more and less have given him the revolt, |
And none serve with him but constrained things |
Whose hearts are absent too. |
Macd. Let our just censures |
Attend the true event, and put we on |
Industrious soldiership. |
Siw. The time approaches |
That will with due decision make us know |
What we shall say we have and what we owe. |
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, |
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate, |
Towards which advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. |
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