Look, here she comes! This is exactly how she always looks, and—I swear it—she is fast asleep. Watch her. Keep hidden.
To bed, to bed! There’s a knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed!
Listen! She’s talking. I’ll write down what she says, so I’ll remember it better.
Act V Scene 2
The English army is near, led by Malcolm, his uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. They burn for revenge. The wrongs they have suffered would make dead men rise up and fight.
He is fortifying his castle at Dunsinane with heavy defenses. Some say he’s insane. Those who hate him less call it brave anger. One thing is certain: he’s out of control.
However much blood we need to give to water the royal flower and drown the weeds—to make Malcolm king and get rid of Macbeth. Let’s proceed on our march to Birnam.
Now Macbeth feels the blood of his murdered enemies sticking to his hands. Now, rebel armies punish him every minute for his treachery. The soldiers he commands are only following orders. They don’t fight because they love Macbeth. Now he seems too small to be a great king, like a midget trying to wear the robes of a giant.
Act V Scene 5
The queen is dead, my lord.
Hang our flags on the outer walls. Everyone keeps yelling, “Here they come!” Our castle is strong enough to laugh off their seige. They can sit out there until they die of hunger and disease. (a sound of women crying offstage) What's that noise?
As I was standing watch on the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and I thought I saw the forest begin to move.
Blow all the trumpets. They loudly announce the news of blood and death.
Act V Scene 6
Good luck. If we meet Macbeth’s army tonight, let us be beaten if we cannot fight.
We’re close enough now. Throw down these branches and show them who you really are. Uncle Siward, you and your son will lead the first battle. Brave Macduff and I will do the rest, according to our battle plan.
Act V Scene 7
(To himself): They have me tied to a stake. I can’t run away. I have to stand and fight, like a bear .Where’s the man who wasn’t born from a woman? He’s the only one I’m afraid of, nobody else.
You lie, you disgusting tyrant. I’ll prove with my sword that I’m not scared of you.
Curse you for telling me this. You’ve fightened away my courage. I don’t believe those evil creatures anymore. They tricked me with their wordgames, raising my hopes and then destroying them. I won’t fight you.
Act V Scene 8
I’m not going to surrender and have to kiss the ground in front of Malcolm, or be taunted by the common people. Even though Birnam Wood really did come to Dunsinane, and I’m fighting a man not of woman born, I’ll fight to the end.
Then surrender, coward, and we’ll put you in a freakshow, just like they do with deformed animals. We’ll put a picture of you on a sign, right above the words “Come see the tyrant!”
You were born from a woman. Swords don’t frighten me. I laugh at any weapon used by a man who was born from a woman. (Macbeth kills him)