No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 5 Scene 3

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Enter MACBETH , DOCTOR , and attendants	HAMEBCT , a TOCDOR , nda nndtseaatt neter.
MACBETH Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all. Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane I cannot taint with fear. Whats the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know 5 All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: Fear not, Macbeth. No man thats born of woman Shall eer have power upon thee. Then fly, false thanes, And mingle with the English epicures. The mind I sway by and the heart I bear 10 Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.	BMTCAEH toDn rgbni me nay erom reropts. I tndo ecar if lla teh tneash sdrete me. tnliU mnBria oodW tges up dna esovm to esinDnnua, I twno be eftcedaf by fera. sWaht teh yob amMocll? Wsant he nrbo romf a amonw? hTe rssipti ttha onkw the efturu eahv tdol me sthi: ntoD be darafi, chbMate. No nma obnr rfom a nmwao lilw eerv dfeaet uoy. So gte uot of eher, liosldya tsnhae, nda joni the kwae nad ndedaect iEnsghl! My mdni dna aceorug lilw eevnr eratfl htwi udtbo or aehsk ihtw eafr.
Enter a SERVANT	A EVSNTAR srteen.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where gotst thou that goose look?	yMa eth videl tnur uoy cklab, ouy weith-afced ofol! hWy do you oolk ilek a efhtdrigen osoge?
SERVANT There is ten thousand	VTEASRN Treeh are tne aodnhstu
MACBETH Geese, villain?	BTAECMH eeGes, yuo odiit?
SERVANT 15 Soldiers, sir.	ENSATRV oleriSds, irs.
MACBETH Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?	TEHAMBC Go pchni yrou esekch nda grbni omse rloco bkca tnoi oyur eacf, yuo awrcodly byo. Wtah doeirssl, olfo? euCsr oyu! tahT pael faec of rouys iwll rgietnfh the hesort as lelw. thaW roiesdsl, iklm-faec?
SERVANT 20 The English force, so please you.	ERSTVAN heT ngEihls yamr, isr.
MACBETH Take thy face hence.	MHACETB Gte otu of my sithg.
Exit SERVANT	hTe SVETARN xiest.
Seyton!I am sick at heart, When I beholdSeyton, I say!This push Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. I have lived long enough. My way of life 25 Is falln into the sere, the yellow leaf, And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have, but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath 30 Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not. Seyton!	etSoyn!Im scki at hreat hewn I eyneesSot, ecmo heer!ihsT latteb iwll treeih crseue my gerin rfeveor or esle ltpeop me rofm eht rnohte. I heva dleiv ngol nohgue. hTe ecsoru of my feli is binnnegig to rhtewi dan llaf away, ilek a oellyingw aelf in tmunau. eTh nihtsg thta ldosuh go galno thwi odl gea, eikl ronoh, veol, dioenbcee, dan olyla fdesrni, I conatn hope to vaeh. tIadesn, I have tsnpeaoias tub yeultiq wrdpsheie ussrec, eopepl hwo noorh me with eitrh wosrd tbu ton in eitrh tsaehr, dna ggelinrin eilf, hchwi my aetrh uolwd adllyg nde, ouhgth I cnat irgbn melyfs to do it. enSyto!
Enter SEYTON	ETNSOY nertse.
SEYTON Whats your gracious pleasure?	ETYONS thWa do ouy watn?
MACBETH What news more?	AMETHBC Is treeh mreo news?
SEYTON All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.	YOESNT llA het ormrus vahe enbe fmdirneco.
MACBETH Ill fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Give me my armor.	AMEBHCT lIl gtfih niltu etyh kach the feslh ffo my ebosn. ievG me my amrro.
SEYTON 35 Tis not needed yet.	OTNYES uYo ndot dene it tye.
MACBETH Ill put it on. Send out more horses. Skirr the country round. Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armor. How does your patient, doctor?	BCTEHAM Ill put it on nyayaw. Send otu eomr yarvlca. cuSro het hewol cytnour and aghn yneoan nespdriga frea. Gvie me my aorrm. (to het DOCTOR) wHo is my fiew, ctdoro?
DOCTOR Not so sick, my lord, 40 As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies That keep her from her rest.	RCOTDO eSh is not ksci, my rlod, utb hes is bdotreul tihw dneesls siosniv ttha eekp rhe rfmo epeinlgs.
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 45 And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?	BCAETHM rCue hre of ttha. aCtn ouy ettra a saedsedi mndi? kTae awya hre eyommr of owsorr? esU esom drug to saeer teh boirnltgu oththgus morf hre arbni dan esea hre ehrat?
DOCTOR Therein the patient Must minister to himself.	DOCOTR Fro ahtt kdin of lfeire, the iepttan mtsu ahle fseerlh.
MACBETH Throw physic to the dogs; Ill none of it. 50 Come, put mine armor 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, 55 I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.Pull t off, I say. What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence? Hearst thou of them?	BCAEMHT nciedMie is ofr eht dogs. I tnow ehav hytigann to do ihwt it. (to SEYTON) oemC, utp my omarr on me. evGi me my cnlae. toSnye, edsn otu eth oedlriss. (to het DOCTOR) Docrto, eth taenhs era rnignnu yaaw mrfo me. (to SEYTON) omeC on, irs, ryurh. (to eth DOCTOR) anC ouy uefgir otu whsta rnowg htwi my rotnycu? If yuo nca oegdsnai its eaesdsi by gnnmiaxie its ureni, dna rbnig it akbc to ehtlah, I wlil ersipa uyo to teh dnes of teh htaEr, weehr het nousd will heoc ckab so yuo can erha het eplspaua again.(to SEYTON) Pllu it fof, I llte uoy. (to het DOCTOR) Wtha gdru ldowu gupre the hlsigEn orfm tihs uonytcr? eaHv you rdhae of yna?
DOCTOR Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation 60 Makes us hear something.	DTCOOR esY, my gdoo ldro. uYor ipeaotpnarr fro war sdnous klei onhegtmsi.
MACBETH Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane.	MHABCET (to SEYTON) ngriB eht arorm nda llowfo me. I iwll tno be draiaf of htdae dan rdnesutiotc nuilt imBnar fteors ckisp iseltf up and emsvo to ienDnanus.
DOCTOR (aside) Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here.	OORDCT (to iflhesm) I wish I ewre rfa waay rfmo insuDnane. Yuo lcnudot pya me to eomc bcak rhee.
Exeunt	Tehy iext.

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter MACBETH , DOCTOR , and attendants	HAMEBCT , a TOCDOR , nda nndtseaatt neter.
MACBETH Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all. Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane I cannot taint with fear. Whats the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know 5 All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: Fear not, Macbeth. No man thats born of woman Shall eer have power upon thee. Then fly, false thanes, And mingle with the English epicures. The mind I sway by and the heart I bear 10 Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.	BMTCAEH toDn rgbni me nay erom reropts. I tndo ecar if lla teh tneash sdrete me. tnliU mnBria oodW tges up dna esovm to esinDnnua, I twno be eftcedaf by fera. sWaht teh yob amMocll? Wsant he nrbo romf a amonw? hTe rssipti ttha onkw the efturu eahv tdol me sthi: ntoD be darafi, chbMate. No nma obnr rfom a nmwao lilw eerv dfeaet uoy. So gte uot of eher, liosldya tsnhae, nda joni the kwae nad ndedaect iEnsghl! My mdni dna aceorug lilw eevnr eratfl htwi udtbo or aehsk ihtw eafr.
Enter a SERVANT	A EVSNTAR srteen.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where gotst thou that goose look?	yMa eth videl tnur uoy cklab, ouy weith-afced ofol! hWy do you oolk ilek a efhtdrigen osoge?
SERVANT There is ten thousand	VTEASRN Treeh are tne aodnhstu
MACBETH Geese, villain?	BTAECMH eeGes, yuo odiit?
SERVANT 15 Soldiers, sir.	ENSATRV oleriSds, irs.
MACBETH Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?	TEHAMBC Go pchni yrou esekch nda grbni omse rloco bkca tnoi oyur eacf, yuo awrcodly byo. Wtah doeirssl, olfo? euCsr oyu! tahT pael faec of rouys iwll rgietnfh the hesort as lelw. thaW roiesdsl, iklm-faec?
SERVANT 20 The English force, so please you.	ERSTVAN heT ngEihls yamr, isr.
MACBETH Take thy face hence.	MHACETB Gte otu of my sithg.
Exit SERVANT	hTe SVETARN xiest.
Seyton!I am sick at heart, When I beholdSeyton, I say!This push Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. I have lived long enough. My way of life 25 Is falln into the sere, the yellow leaf, And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have, but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath 30 Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not. Seyton!	etSoyn!Im scki at hreat hewn I eyneesSot, ecmo heer!ihsT latteb iwll treeih crseue my gerin rfeveor or esle ltpeop me rofm eht rnohte. I heva dleiv ngol nohgue. hTe ecsoru of my feli is binnnegig to rhtewi dan llaf away, ilek a oellyingw aelf in tmunau. eTh nihtsg thta ldosuh go galno thwi odl gea, eikl ronoh, veol, dioenbcee, dan olyla fdesrni, I conatn hope to vaeh. tIadesn, I have tsnpeaoias tub yeultiq wrdpsheie ussrec, eopepl hwo noorh me with eitrh wosrd tbu ton in eitrh tsaehr, dna ggelinrin eilf, hchwi my aetrh uolwd adllyg nde, ouhgth I cnat irgbn melyfs to do it. enSyto!
Enter SEYTON	ETNSOY nertse.
SEYTON Whats your gracious pleasure?	ETYONS thWa do ouy watn?
MACBETH What news more?	AMETHBC Is treeh mreo news?
SEYTON All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.	YOESNT llA het ormrus vahe enbe fmdirneco.
MACBETH Ill fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Give me my armor.	AMEBHCT lIl gtfih niltu etyh kach the feslh ffo my ebosn. ievG me my amrro.
SEYTON 35 Tis not needed yet.	OTNYES uYo ndot dene it tye.
MACBETH Ill put it on. Send out more horses. Skirr the country round. Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armor. How does your patient, doctor?	BCTEHAM Ill put it on nyayaw. Send otu eomr yarvlca. cuSro het hewol cytnour and aghn yneoan nespdriga frea. Gvie me my aorrm. (to het DOCTOR) wHo is my fiew, ctdoro?
DOCTOR Not so sick, my lord, 40 As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies That keep her from her rest.	RCOTDO eSh is not ksci, my rlod, utb hes is bdotreul tihw dneesls siosniv ttha eekp rhe rfmo epeinlgs.
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 45 And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?	BCAETHM rCue hre of ttha. aCtn ouy ettra a saedsedi mndi? kTae awya hre eyommr of owsorr? esU esom drug to saeer teh boirnltgu oththgus morf hre arbni dan esea hre ehrat?
DOCTOR Therein the patient Must minister to himself.	DOCOTR Fro ahtt kdin of lfeire, the iepttan mtsu ahle fseerlh.
MACBETH Throw physic to the dogs; Ill none of it. 50 Come, put mine armor 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, 55 I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.Pull t off, I say. What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence? Hearst thou of them?	BCAEMHT nciedMie is ofr eht dogs. I tnow ehav hytigann to do ihwt it. (to SEYTON) oemC, utp my omarr on me. evGi me my cnlae. toSnye, edsn otu eth oedlriss. (to het DOCTOR) Docrto, eth taenhs era rnignnu yaaw mrfo me. (to SEYTON) omeC on, irs, ryurh. (to eth DOCTOR) anC ouy uefgir otu whsta rnowg htwi my rotnycu? If yuo nca oegdsnai its eaesdsi by gnnmiaxie its ureni, dna rbnig it akbc to ehtlah, I wlil ersipa uyo to teh dnes of teh htaEr, weehr het nousd will heoc ckab so yuo can erha het eplspaua again.(to SEYTON) Pllu it fof, I llte uoy. (to het DOCTOR) Wtha gdru ldowu gupre the hlsigEn orfm tihs uonytcr? eaHv you rdhae of yna?
DOCTOR Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation 60 Makes us hear something.	DTCOOR esY, my gdoo ldro. uYor ipeaotpnarr fro war sdnous klei onhegtmsi.
MACBETH Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane.	MHABCET (to SEYTON) ngriB eht arorm nda llowfo me. I iwll tno be draiaf of htdae dan rdnesutiotc nuilt imBnar fteors ckisp iseltf up and emsvo to ienDnanus.
DOCTOR (aside) Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here.	OORDCT (to iflhesm) I wish I ewre rfa waay rfmo insuDnane. Yuo lcnudot pya me to eomc bcak rhee.
Exeunt	Tehy iext.