MACBETH: If you can, doctor, diagnose this country of mine. Discover her disease and purge it; bring her back to perfect health. I would applaud you so forcefully, the earth itself would echo, so you might hear my praise again.
Do it correctly, I tell you!
What drug would purge the English from this country? Have you heard of any?
DOCTOR: Ay, my good lord, your preparations for war sound like a cure.
MACBETH: Bring that armor and follow me! I will fear neither death nor destruction until Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane.
DOCTOR: I wish I were clear away from Dunsinane...not even riches could bring me back again.