Will laugh a siege to scorn.
Hang our banners on the outward walls.
Here let them lie.
Hang our flags on the outer walls of the castle to show we re ready to fight everyone is yelling they are coming and our castle is so strong that we don t have to worry about a siege.
Here let them lie till famine and the ague disease eat them up.
5 were they not forced with those that should be ours we might have met them dareful beard to beard and beat them backward home.
Till famine and the ague eat them up.
Here let them lie.
Till famine and the ague eat them up.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
2 the cry is still they come our castle s strength.
What is that noise.
Here let them lie.
Will laugh a siege to scorn.
Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up.
Will laugh a siege to scorn.
The cry is still they come our castle s strength will laugh a siege to scorn.
A cry of women within.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
Act 5 scene 5.
The cry is still they come our castle s strength.
This scene like scene 3 starts with a bold imperative.
Enter macbeth seyton and soldiers with drum and colors.
Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up.
3 will laugh a siege to scorn.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
The cry is still they come our castle s strength.
1 hang out our banners on the outward walls.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
Here let them lie.
Were they not forced with those that should be ours we might have met them dareful beard to beard and beat them backward home.
A cry within of women.
Were they not forced with those that should be ours we might have met them dareful beard to beard.
The cry is still they come our castle s strength will laugh a siege to scorn.
The cry is still they come our castle s strength will laugh a siege to scorn.
Enter macbeth seyton and soldiers with drum and colours.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
The cry is still they come our castle s strength.
The cry is still they come.
His curse on the enemy vivid and graphic in its use of metaphor.
Macbeth seyton and soldiers enter with a drummer and flag.
The cry is still they come our castle s strength will laugh a siege to scorn.
Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up.
Were they not forced with those that should be ours we might have met them dareful beard to beard and beat them backward home.