The Tragedy of Macbeth by William Shakespeare

The Tragedy of Macbeth

written by William Shakespeare

MACBETH " If thou speak'st false

Upon the next tree shall thou hang alive

'Till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth,

I care not if thou dost for me as much.

I pall in resolution, and begin

To doubt th'equivocation of the fiend,

That lies like truth. 'Fear not till Birnam Wood

Do come to Dunsinane'_and now a wood

Comes towards Dunstinane. Arm, arm, and out.

If this which he avouches does appear

There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,

And wish th'estate o'th' world were now undone.

Ring the alarum bell. Blow wind, come wrack,

At least we'll die with harness on our back"

Act V Scene V