| ACT V SCENE II | The country near Dunsinane. | |
| | Drum and colours. 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 | 5 |
| | Excite the mortified man. | |
| ANGUS | Near Birnam wood | |
| | Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. | |
| CAITHNESS | Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? | |
| LENNOX | For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file | 10 |
| | Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son, | |
| | And many unrough youths that even now | |
| | Protest their first of manhood. | |
| MENTEITH | What does the tyrant? | |
| CAITHNESS | Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: | 15 |
| | Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him | |
| | Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, | |
| | He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause | |
| | Within the belt of rule. | |
| ANGUS | Now does he feel | 20 |
| | His secret murders sticking on his hands; | |
| | 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 | 25 |
| | 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? | 30 |
| CAITHNESS | Well, march we on, | |
| | 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. | 35 |
| LENNOX | Or so much as it needs, | |
| | To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. | |
| | Make we our march towards Birnam. | |
| | Exeunt, marching | |