A few choice words

Posted by Anonymous (not verified) on Saturday, 5 August 2017

 

MACBETH

 
Act V, Scene II

MENTEITH
What does the tyrant?

CAITHNESS
Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:

 
Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him

 
Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,

 
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

 
Within the belt of rule.

ANGUS
Now does he feel

 
His secret murders sticking on his hands;

 
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;

 
Those he commands move only in command,

 
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
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Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe

 
Upon a dwarfish thief.

MENTEITH
Who then shall blame

 
His pester'd senses to recoil and start,

 
When all that is within him does condemn

 
Itself for being there?

CAITHNESS
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.
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Make we our march towards Birnam.

[Exeunt, marching]