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Let me endure your wrath if’t be not so.
Within this three mile may you see it coming.
I say, a moving grove.

MACBETH
If thou speak’st false,
Upon the next tree shall 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 Birnan 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.

Scene VI IT

Drum and colours. Enter Malcom, Seyward, Macduff, and their army, with
boughs.

MALCOLM
Now near enough. Your leavy screens throw down,
And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
Shall with my cousin, your right noble son,

Lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and we
Shall take upon’s what else remains to do,
According to our order.

SEYWARD
Fare you well.