[92]
Come, go with me;
Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.[1]
Macbeth, on the contrary, when reports are brought him of the defection of his nobles, treats their revolt with unconcern; and, steady to his temper, and relying on the promises of the Witches,—(in spite of which, Mr. Steevens and the Remarks will have it, that he is trembling with terror,)—disdainfully exclaims:—
Let them fly all:
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear. [2]
