Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.[4562]
Give me my armour.
Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.
Macb. I'll put it on.
Send out moe horses, skirr the country round;[4563] 35
Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.[4564]
How does your patient, doctor?
Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
Macb. Cure her of that.[4565]
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,[4566] 40
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,[4567]
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff[4568]
Which weighs upon the heart?
Doct. Therein the patient 45
Must minister to himself.[4569]
Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.
Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.[4570]
Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast 50
The water of my land, find her disease
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,[4571]
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again. Pull't off, I say.
What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,[4572] 55
Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
Makes us hear something.
Macb. Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.[4573] 60
Doct. [Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,[4574]
Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exeunt.[4575]