Scene II

[The country near Dunsinane.]

Drum and colors. Enter Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox, [and] Soldiers.

MENTEITH:

The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes
Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm
Excite the mortified man.(5)

MENTEITH:

The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Revenges burn in them, because their dear causes
Would excite a dead man
To the flowing of blood and the grim alarm.

ANGUS:

Near Birnam Wood
Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

ANGUS:

We’ll meet them near Birnam wood
They are coming that way.

CAITHNESS:

Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

CAITHNESS:

Does any one know if Donalbain be with his brother?

LENNOX:

For certain, sir, he is not; I have a file
Of all the gentry. There is Siward's son(10)
And many unrough youths, that even now
Protest their first of manhood.

LENNOX:

For certain, sir, he isn’t. I have a list
Of all the gentry. There is Siward's son
And many youths without beards which now
Affirm they are beginning manhood.

MENTEITH:

What does the tyrant?

MENTEITH:

What is the tyrant doing?

CAITHNESS:

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.
Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,(15)
Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of rule.

CAITHNESS:

He strongly fortifies great Dunsinane.
Some say he's crazy; others, that hate him less,
Call it valiant fury. But, for certain,
He cannot contained his sick government
Through control.

ANGUS:

Now does he feel
His secret murders sticking on his hands,(20)
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.(25)

ANGUS:

Now he feels
His secret murders sticking on his hands.
Now the revolts in every minute reproaches his breach of faith.
Those he commands move only because it’s a command,
Not because they love him. Now he feels his title
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?

MENTEITH:

Who, then, shall blame him when
His own vexed senses begin to recoil and attack,
When all that is within him revolts against him?

CAITHNESS:

Well, march we on,(30)
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.

CAITHNESS:

Well, we march on,
To give obedience where it is truly owed.
We give out the medicine for the sickly commonwealth,
And with him we pour, into our country's purge,
Each drop of us.

LENNOX:

Or so much as it needs
To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.
Make we our march towards Birnam

LENNOX:

Or so much as it needs,
To revive the flower of royalty and drown the weeds.
We march towards Birnam.

Exeunt marching.