Macbeth Monologue

From Macbeth by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 1:12 min

Bring me no more reports; let them fly all: Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane I cannot taint with fear. What’s the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequences have pronounc’d me thus: “Fear not, Macbeth; no man that’s born of woman Shall e’er have power upon thee.”—Then fly, false thanes, And mingle with the English epicures: The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac’d loon! Where gott’st thou that goose look? (SERVANT: There is ten thousand—) Geese, villain? (SERVANT: Soldiers, sir.) Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver’d boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

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