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Towards which, advance the war.
Exeunt, marching.
Scene V IT
Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers, with drum and colours.
MACBETH
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
The cry is still, ‘They come’. Our castle’s strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn. Here let them lie
Till famine and the ague eat them up.
Were they not farced with those that should be ours
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home.
A cry within of women.
What is that noise?
SEYTON
It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Exit.
MACBETH
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
The time has been my senses would have cooled [10]
To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in’t. I have supped full with horrors:
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.
Enter Seyton.
Wherefore was that cry?
SEYTON
