MACBETH: Bring me no more reports! Let all the thanes desert me! Until Birnam Wood uproots itself and moves to Dunsinane, I cannot be infected with fear. What is this boy, Malcolm? Wasn't he born of a woman? Those spirits that see the future have proclaimed this to me: "Fear not, Macbeth, no man born of woman will ever have power over you."
So flee, you traitorous thanes! Join with the weak and decadent English! The mind that rules me and the heart that sustains me will never falter with doubt or share with fear!