I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Give me my armor.
Send out more horses. Skirr the country round. Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armor.
How does your patient, doctor?
Not so sick, my lord. As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, that keep her from rest.
Macbeth says he is going to put his armor on.
Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased?
Therein the patient must minister to himself.
He tells Seyton to send out more soldiers and horses to search the whole country and hang anyone spreading fear. He once again requests for his armor.
If thoust couldst, doctor, cast the water of my land, find her disease, and purge it to a sound and pristine health.
Ay my lord.
While Seyton leaves to grab his Macbeth's armor, Macbeth asks the doctor about his wife's condition. The doctor says Lady Macbeth is not sick, but she has thoughts which troubles her sleep.
Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane.
Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, profit again should hardly draw me here.
The doctor tells Macbeth his wife must heal herself. Macbeth is furious and says medicine should be thrown to dogs. He will have nothing to do with medicine again.
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
Seyton comes back with the armor while Macbeth orders the doctor to find and take disease away from Scotland.
Macbeth tells Seyton to bring the rest of his armor. He says that he will not fear death and destruction until Birnam Forest comes to his castle. The doctor tells himself if he could get away from Dunsinane, no one could pay him to come back.