حرکت پنجم، سکانس سوم

ACT FIVE SCENE THREE

Macbeth: Bring no more news! What do I care, if all men turn against me? Till Birnam Wood moves on to Dunsinane I have no need to fear. Malcolm is just a boy and he was born as all men are. The spirits whom the three sisters called, said this to me: ‘No man of woman born shall harm Macbeth.’ Then leave me, you false thanes and join the easy-living Englishmen. The brave heart and mind that keep me here shall never faint with doubt nor shake with fear.

Servant: There are ten thousand soldiers, sir.

Macbeth: What soldiers, fool? Damn you, you coward! Those milk-white cheeks of yours make everyone afraid. What soldiers, milk-face?

Servant: The English army, sir.

Macbeth: Get out!

Seyton! Oh, I feel sick at heart when I see such. Seyton, where are you? This latest move against me will either keep me happy on my throne, or push me from it. I have lived long enough. I am like a dry and yellow leaf, ready to fall. And the expected blessings of old age, like honour, love, respect and many friends, I cannot hope to have. But in their place are whispered curses, flattering lies and service given against the servant’s will. Seyton!

Seyton: Yes, my gracious King?

Macbeth: Any more news?

Seyton: The last report was true, my noble lord.

Macbeth: I’ll fight until my flesh is all cut from me. Give me my armour.

Seyton: It’s not needed yet.

Macbeth: I want to put it on. Send out more men on horses. See what’s going on. Hang all those cowards who say they are afraid. Bring me my armour.

How is your patient, doctor?

Doctor: She is not sick in body, but in mind. She is disturbed by many troubling thoughts that keep her from her rest.

Macbeth: Oh, cure her of that. Don’t you have medicine for a mind that’s sick? Something to dull sad memories and clear the mind of deep and fearful thoughts. Perhaps you have some pleasant drug that takes away the deep depression that drags down mind and feelings?

Doctor: I’m afraid the patient must do that for herself.

Macbeth: Throw medicine to the dogs, I’ll do without it. Come, put my armour on, give me my spear. Get my men ready, Seyton. The thanes are leaving, doctor. If you could find my country’s sickness, doctor and with your cleansing drugs bring it to health again my praise of you would echo round the world.

Pull off that piece of armour.

What medicine could you use to get rid of the English? Have you heard they’re here, good doctor?

Doctor: Yes, my good lord. Your preparations make that clear to us.

Macbeth: Seyton, bring that piece of armour after me. Death and destruction cannot make me fear till Birnam Wood is moved and finds me here!

Doctor: If I could leave this cursed Dunsinane nothing on earth would bring me here again!