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CATHNESS

Well, march we on
To give obedience where ’tis truly owed.
Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,

And with him pour we in our country’s purge
Each drop of us.

LENNOX
Or so much as it needs
To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. [30]
Make we our march towards Birnan.

Exeunt, marching.

Scene III IT

Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.

MACBETH
Bring me no more reports; let them fly all.

Till Birnan 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, false thanes,
And mingle with the English epicures.
The mind I sway by and the heart I bear

Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. [10]

Enter Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where got’st thou that goose look?

SERVANT
There is ten thousand −

MACBETH