No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 5 Scene 3

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Enter MACBETH , DOCTOR , and attendants	HETCMBA , a COTDOR , dan esaandnttt trnee.
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.	BMAEHTC ontD nirbg me yna omre roprtse. I tnod ecra if lal eth naseth strdee me. ntUli imrnBa Wdoo gest up dna oevms to auDinesnn, I ntow be fdfcteae by rafe. sahWt het boy olamlMc? stWan he rbon frmo a oamnw? eTh irtissp thta nkow hte futeru evha ldto me iths: Dtno be idafra, ceatbhM. No man nrbo mfor a amwon liwl eerv deefta you. So get uot of rhee, aydsolli heants, adn oijn the aewk and dadetcen inglhsE! My ndim and reaugoc wlli envre eltafr whti uodbt or skaeh with afer.
Enter a SERVANT	A TRANVSE entres.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where gotst thou that goose look?	May the ivlde rutn uoy lacbk, oyu teihw-dacfe lfoo! hWy do you olok lkei a nehfdgriet oesog?
SERVANT There is ten thousand	ERNTSVA erehT are ent osnuhdat
MACBETH Geese, villain?	TECAMBH Geees, you oiidt?
SERVANT 15 Soldiers, sir.	EVSARTN edlisroS, sri.
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?	ATCBHME Go ihcnp oryu eskhec adn brgni soem orocl kbca oint oyru fcae, uoy ylaowrcd ybo. aWht risldeso, lfoo? sCreu uoy! ahtT leap ecaf of ryuso wlil eirgtnfh het oerhst as well. hWta essdlrio, lkim-face?
SERVANT 20 The English force, so please you.	ETASNVR Teh sElignh arym, isr.
MACBETH Take thy face hence.	CHBATME eGt out of my histg.
Exit SERVANT	hTe RASNVET ietsx.
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!	Seyont!Im isck at ehtar wenh I ytSeenose, moec hree!sThi ltateb ilwl rheite reecus my rieng vrefoer or lese pltepo me rfom eht toehnr. I heva eldvi gnlo ngohue. ehT ruceos of my eilf is igbngnien to erihwt nad allf yawa, ekil a liolenywg flae in tumnua. heT nitghs tath uohsld go oganl iwth dol gea, lkei rhono, evol, ienebceod, dan aolyl nirfdse, I oantnc pohe to heva. netdIsa, I have esaanispto btu ytiulqe priwsdhee creuss, oplepe woh oohnr me twih eirth ordsw but ont in ehitr straeh, and ligengirn eifl, hichw my ather wulod ldyagl dne, ohtguh I ncat rngib leymsf to do it. eotnSy!
Enter SEYTON	OENYTS setrne.
SEYTON Whats your gracious pleasure?	TSONYE athW do uoy twna?
MACBETH What news more?	HETBAMC Is erthe moer nsew?
SEYTON All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.	TEYSNO llA teh umsrro evha eneb cdimrfnoe.
MACBETH Ill fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Give me my armor.	AMETCBH lIl gfiht tlniu ethy khac hte hlfse ffo my sbone. Gvei me my mraor.
SEYTON 35 Tis not needed yet.	OEYNST ouY todn ened it yet.
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?	MBHCTAE Ill upt it on nwayay. ndeS otu ermo yalcvra. cuoSr eht oelhw otruycn dna gnha nyeona spdeianrg rfea. vGie me my morar. (to eth DOCTOR) Hwo is my wief, dtcoro?
DOCTOR Not so sick, my lord, 40 As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies That keep her from her rest.	ODCRTO heS is tno kcsi, my drlo, btu she is teulbrod thiw sneelsd ioinssv ahtt ekpe ehr romf gelspine.
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?	HAEMTCB urCe rhe of htat. tnaC uoy ttear a iedaesds indm? eaTk yawa erh rmyoem of owrsor? Use semo gdur to seaer het irtnbgluo shtogthu ofrm her irnab nad esae her earth?
DOCTOR Therein the patient Must minister to himself.	ORTOCD orF ttha kidn of leferi, het nptetai smtu leha erlfseh.
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?	CEABMTH neiiedcM is ofr teh dgso. I ownt ehva tnanihgy to do hiwt it. (to SEYTON) eoCm, put my omrra on me. iveG me my lcaen. ytoenS, edsn out het edosislr. (to hte DOCTOR) rcDoot, eht haetns aer inrngun ywaa frmo me. (to SEYTON) oCem on, isr, yrurh. (to het DOCTOR) anC uyo ifugre out waths rognw hwit my uoryctn? If oyu cna aesdnoig tsi sadiees by emngaxnii its rnuei, adn nigbr it cakb to hletah, I lilw iaerps yuo to het ensd of het rhtaE, rhwee hte unosd wlil hoce cakb so oyu can reha eth laaepusp again.(to SEYTON) llPu it fof, I llte ouy. (to the DOCTOR) aWht gdur louwd prueg the igElhns romf shit tuncryo? evaH you drhea of nya?
DOCTOR Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation 60 Makes us hear something.	CTROOD sYe, my godo dolr. uoYr eirrotaanpp orf raw odsnus liek esnthmogi.
MACBETH Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane.	TAHBMCE (to SEYTON) nBrgi teh morar dna ofllwo me. I wlli not be fraiad of ahedt dna udecttnsori tunli nrBmia rtsofe ikspc stleif up nad vmsoe to uiDenasnn.
DOCTOR (aside) Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here.	CRODOT (to lhmseif) I wsih I weer raf aywa mrof iaDneusnn. uoY ntuclod pay me to ocme cbka rhee.
Exeunt	heyT exit.

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter MACBETH , DOCTOR , and attendants	HETCMBA , a COTDOR , dan esaandnttt trnee.
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.	BMAEHTC ontD nirbg me yna omre roprtse. I tnod ecra if lal eth naseth strdee me. ntUli imrnBa Wdoo gest up dna oevms to auDinesnn, I ntow be fdfcteae by rafe. sahWt het boy olamlMc? stWan he rbon frmo a oamnw? eTh irtissp thta nkow hte futeru evha ldto me iths: Dtno be idafra, ceatbhM. No man nrbo mfor a amwon liwl eerv deefta you. So get uot of rhee, aydsolli heants, adn oijn the aewk and dadetcen inglhsE! My ndim and reaugoc wlli envre eltafr whti uodbt or skaeh with afer.
Enter a SERVANT	A TRANVSE entres.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where gotst thou that goose look?	May the ivlde rutn uoy lacbk, oyu teihw-dacfe lfoo! hWy do you olok lkei a nehfdgriet oesog?
SERVANT There is ten thousand	ERNTSVA erehT are ent osnuhdat
MACBETH Geese, villain?	TECAMBH Geees, you oiidt?
SERVANT 15 Soldiers, sir.	EVSARTN edlisroS, sri.
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?	ATCBHME Go ihcnp oryu eskhec adn brgni soem orocl kbca oint oyru fcae, uoy ylaowrcd ybo. aWht risldeso, lfoo? sCreu uoy! ahtT leap ecaf of ryuso wlil eirgtnfh het oerhst as well. hWta essdlrio, lkim-face?
SERVANT 20 The English force, so please you.	ETASNVR Teh sElignh arym, isr.
MACBETH Take thy face hence.	CHBATME eGt out of my histg.
Exit SERVANT	hTe RASNVET ietsx.
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!	Seyont!Im isck at ehtar wenh I ytSeenose, moec hree!sThi ltateb ilwl rheite reecus my rieng vrefoer or lese pltepo me rfom eht toehnr. I heva eldvi gnlo ngohue. ehT ruceos of my eilf is igbngnien to erihwt nad allf yawa, ekil a liolenywg flae in tumnua. heT nitghs tath uohsld go oganl iwth dol gea, lkei rhono, evol, ienebceod, dan aolyl nirfdse, I oantnc pohe to heva. netdIsa, I have esaanispto btu ytiulqe priwsdhee creuss, oplepe woh oohnr me twih eirth ordsw but ont in ehitr straeh, and ligengirn eifl, hichw my ather wulod ldyagl dne, ohtguh I ncat rngib leymsf to do it. eotnSy!
Enter SEYTON	OENYTS setrne.
SEYTON Whats your gracious pleasure?	TSONYE athW do uoy twna?
MACBETH What news more?	HETBAMC Is erthe moer nsew?
SEYTON All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.	TEYSNO llA teh umsrro evha eneb cdimrfnoe.
MACBETH Ill fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Give me my armor.	AMETCBH lIl gfiht tlniu ethy khac hte hlfse ffo my sbone. Gvei me my mraor.
SEYTON 35 Tis not needed yet.	OEYNST ouY todn ened it yet.
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?	MBHCTAE Ill upt it on nwayay. ndeS otu ermo yalcvra. cuoSr eht oelhw otruycn dna gnha nyeona spdeianrg rfea. vGie me my morar. (to eth DOCTOR) Hwo is my wief, dtcoro?
DOCTOR Not so sick, my lord, 40 As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies That keep her from her rest.	ODCRTO heS is tno kcsi, my drlo, btu she is teulbrod thiw sneelsd ioinssv ahtt ekpe ehr romf gelspine.
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?	HAEMTCB urCe rhe of htat. tnaC uoy ttear a iedaesds indm? eaTk yawa erh rmyoem of owrsor? Use semo gdur to seaer het irtnbgluo shtogthu ofrm her irnab nad esae her earth?
DOCTOR Therein the patient Must minister to himself.	ORTOCD orF ttha kidn of leferi, het nptetai smtu leha erlfseh.
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?	CEABMTH neiiedcM is ofr teh dgso. I ownt ehva tnanihgy to do hiwt it. (to SEYTON) eoCm, put my omrra on me. iveG me my lcaen. ytoenS, edsn out het edosislr. (to hte DOCTOR) rcDoot, eht haetns aer inrngun ywaa frmo me. (to SEYTON) oCem on, isr, yrurh. (to het DOCTOR) anC uyo ifugre out waths rognw hwit my uoryctn? If oyu cna aesdnoig tsi sadiees by emngaxnii its rnuei, adn nigbr it cakb to hletah, I lilw iaerps yuo to het ensd of het rhtaE, rhwee hte unosd wlil hoce cakb so oyu can reha eth laaepusp again.(to SEYTON) llPu it fof, I llte ouy. (to the DOCTOR) aWht gdur louwd prueg the igElhns romf shit tuncryo? evaH you drhea of nya?
DOCTOR Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation 60 Makes us hear something.	CTROOD sYe, my godo dolr. uoYr eirrotaanpp orf raw odsnus liek esnthmogi.
MACBETH Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane.	TAHBMCE (to SEYTON) nBrgi teh morar dna ofllwo me. I wlli not be fraiad of ahedt dna udecttnsori tunli nrBmia rtsofe ikspc stleif up nad vmsoe to uiDenasnn.
DOCTOR (aside) Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here.	CRODOT (to lhmseif) I wsih I weer raf aywa mrof iaDneusnn. uoY ntuclod pay me to ocme cbka rhee.
Exeunt	heyT exit.