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Dunsinane. Within the castle.
[Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum and colors]
MACBETH
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Hang^out | our ban|ners on | the out|ward walls,
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The cry | is still,| they come:| our cast|le's
strength
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Will laugh | a siege | to scorn:| here* let | them
lie,
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Till fam|ine and | the ag|ue^eat | them up:
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Were they | not forced | with those | that should
| be ours,
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We might | have met | them dare|ful, beard | to
beard,
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And beat | them back|ward home.| What^is | that
noise?
[A cry of women within]
SEYTON
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It is | the cry | of wom|en, my / good lord.
[Exit]
MACBETH
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I have | almost | forgot | the taste | of fears:
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The time | has been,| my sens|es would | have cooled
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To hear | a night-|shriek, and | my fell | of
hair
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Would at | a dis|mal treat|ise rouse,| and stir
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As life | were in it.| I have supped | full with
| horrors,
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Direness | famil|iar to | my slaught|erous
thoughts
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Cannot | once^start | me. Where|fore was | that cry?
SEYTON
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The queen |(my lord)| is dead.
MACBETH
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She should have | died here|after;
(tri with prev)
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There would | have been | a time | for such | a
word:
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Tomor|row, and | tomor|row, and | tomor||row,
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Creeps | in this pet|ty pace | from day | to day,
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To the last | sylla|ble of | recor|ded time:
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And all | our yest|erdays,| have light|ed fools
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The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle, ????
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Life's but a | walking | shadow,| a poor | player,
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That struts | and frets | his hour | upon | the
stage,
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And then | is heard | no more.| It is | a tale
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Told by an | idiot,| full of | sound and | fury
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Signi|fying | nothing. \\
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Thou comst | to use | thy tongue:| thy sto|ry
quick||ly.
MESSENGER
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Gra|cious my lord, \\
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I should | report | that which | I say | I saw,
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But know | not^how | to do | it.
MACBETH
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Well,| say sir.
MESSENGER
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As I | did stand | my watch | upon | the hill
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I looked | toward Birn/am, and | anon | methought
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The wood | began | to move.
MACBETH
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Liar,| and slave.
MESSENGER
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Let me | endure | your wrath,| if it be | not so:
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Within | this three | mile may you | see it |
coming.
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I say,| a mov|ing grove.
MACBETH
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If thou
speakst false,
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Upon | the next | tree shalt | thou hang | alive
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Till fam|ine cling | thee: if | thy speech | be
sooth,
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I care | not if | thou dost | for me | as much.
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I pull | in res|olu|tion, and | begin
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To doubt | the equiv|oca|tion of | the fiend,
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That lies | like* truth.| Fear^not,| till Birn|am
wood
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Do come | to Dun|sinane,| and now | a wood
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Comes toward Dun|sinane.| Arm, arm, and out,
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If this | which he | avouch|es, does | appear,
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There is | nor fly|ing hence,| nor tar|rying
here.
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I gin | to be | awear|y of | the sun,
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And wish | the estate | of the world | were now |
undone.
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Ring the a|larum-|bell, blow wind,| come^wrack,
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At least | we'll die | with har|ness on | our
back.
[Exeunt]