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108 Macbeth [Act V Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. 10 Enter a Servant The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon ! Where got'st thou that goose look ? Servant. There is ten thousand — Macbeth. Geese, villain? Servant. Soldiers, sir. Macbeth. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey- face? Servant. The English force, so please you. Macbeth. Take thy face hence. [Exit Servant Seyton ! — I am sick at heart, When I behold — Seyton, I say! — This push 20 Will cheer me ever, or disease me now. I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf, And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton ! Enter Seyton Seyton. What's your gracious pleasure?