Serv. There is ten thousand—[4552]
Macb. Geese, villain?
Macb. Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? 15
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?[4553]
Serv. The English force, so please you.
Macb. Take thy face hence. [Exit Servant.[4554]
Seyton!—I am sick at heart,[4555][4556]
When I behold—Seyton, I say!—This push[4555] 20
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.[4557]
I have lived long enough: my way of life[4558]
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf,
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, 25
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.[4559]
Seyton!
Enter Seyton.
Sey. What's your gracious pleasure?[4560]
Macb. What news more?[4561] 30
Sey. All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.