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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