Siward
What wood is this before us?
Menteith
The wood of Birnam.
Malcolm
Let every soldier hew him down a bough
And bear’t before him: thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host and make discovery
Err in report of us.
Soldiers
It shall be done.
Siward
We learn no other but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before’t.
Malcolm
’Tis his main hope:
For where there is advantage to be given,