Act 5, Scene 5 quotes Macbeth

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ACT V SCENE VDunsinane. Within the castle.[ Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum and colours ]MACBETHHang out our banners on the outward walls;The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strengthWill laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lieTill 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.[A cry of women within]

What is that noise?SEYTONIt is the cry of women, my good lord.[Exit]MACBETHI have almost forgot the taste of fears;The time has been, my senses would have cool'd10To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hairWould at a dismal treatise rouse and stirAs life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughtsCannot once start me.[Re-enter SEYTON]Wherefore was that cry? SEYTONThe queen, my lord, is dead. MACBETHShe should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day20 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. MessengerGracious my lord,30 I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. MACBETHWell, say, sir. MessengerAs I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. MACBETHLiar and slave! MessengerLet me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. MACBETHIf thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,40 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.50 Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. [Exeunt]

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