Page 2168 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Geese, villain?

SERVANT
Soldiers, sir.

MACBETH
Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine

Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

SERVANT
The English force, so please you.

MACBETH
Take thy face hence.
Exit Servant.
Seyton! − I am sick at heart

When I behold − Seyton, I say! − This push [20]
Will chair me ever or dis-seat me now.
I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf;

And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath

Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not. −
Seyton!

Enter Seyton.

SEYTON
What’s your gracious pleasure?

MACBETH
What news more? [30]