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Macbeth, V. ii

And many unrough youths that even now

Protest their first of manhood.

Ment. What does the tyrant?

Caith. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him

Do call it valiant fury; but, for certain,

He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

Within the belt of rule.

Ang. Now does he feel

His secret murders sticking on his hands;

Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;

Those he commands move only in command,

Nothing in love; now does he feel his title

Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe

Upon a dwarfish thief.

Ment. Who then shall blame

His pester'd senses to recoil and start,

When all that is within him does condemn

Itself for being there?

Caith. Well, march we on,

To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd;

Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,

And with him pour we, in our country's purge,

Each drop of us.

Len. Or so much as it needs

To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.

Make we our march towards Birnam.

Exeunt marching.

 10 unrough: beardless

18 minutely: happening every minute

20 Nothing: not at all

27 medicine: physician

28 in our country's purge: in the cleansing of our country