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

       ANGUS
                                              Near Birnam wood
  6    Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

       CAITHNESS
  7    Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

       LENNOX
  8    For certain, sir, he is not; I have a file
  9    Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
 10    And many unrough youths that even now
 11    Protest their first of manhood.

       MENTEITH
                                                  What does the tyrant?

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

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

       MENTEITH
                                            Who then shall blame
 23    His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
 24    When all that is within him does condemn
 25    Itself for being there?

       CAITHNESS
                                            Well, march we on,
 26    To give obedience where 'tis truly owed.
 27    Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,
 28    And with him pour we in our country's purge
 29    Each drop of us.

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

          Exeunt, marching.