MACBETH Cure her of that.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
Doctor Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
MACBETH Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--
What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,
Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?
Doctor Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
Makes us hear something.
MACBETH Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
Doctor [Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
Profit again should hardly draw me here.
[Exeunt]
MACBETH
ACT V
SCENE IV Country near Birnam wood.
[Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD and YOUNG
SIWARD, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS,
LENNOX, ROSS, and Soldiers, marching]
MALCOLM Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.
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