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sently stifles these apprehensions: it is here asserted only, that he feels them, as Macbeth does; and that Macbeth, like him, suppresses them. The wood of Birnam advances towards Dunsinane: The tyrant
Doubts the equivocation of the fiend;
and, believing the laws of nature inverted to his ruin,
Pulls in resolution:
instantly, however, like Richard, he shakes off this momentary dismay, and heroically rushing to battle, exclaims,—
Blow, wind! come wrack!
At least, we'll die with harness on our back.[1]
- ↑ Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 7.
