DOCTOR.
Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
Makes us hear something.
MACBETH.
Bring it after me. —
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
[Exeunt all except Doctor.]
DOCTOR.
Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
Profit again should hardly draw me here.
[Exit.]




















