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114 Macbeth [Act v I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macbeth. Liar and slave! Messenger. Let me endure your wrath if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macbeth. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, 40 I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth : Tear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane ;' and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out ! If this which he avouches does appear, There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' the world were now undone. so Ring the alarum-bell ! Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! At least we'll die with harness on our back. [Exeunt. The Unscreen- ing Scene Scene VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle Drum and colours. Enter Malcolm, old Siward, Macduff, and their Army, with boughs
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