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There would be hands uplifted in my right;
Macd. What should he be?
Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted, That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd With my confineless harms.
Macd. Not in the legions
Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd
Mal. I grant him bloody,
Mucd. Boundless intemperance
Macd. O Scotland! Scotland!
Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
No, not to live.-O nation miserable,
Mal. Macduff, this noble passion,
Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts
Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root
Mal. But I have none: the king-becoming
Enter a Doctor. Mal. Well; more anon.— -Comes the king forth. I pray you? [souls, Doct. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched That stay his cure; their malady convinces The great assay of art; but, at his touch, Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, They presently amend.
Mal. I thank you, doctor.
[exit Doct. Macd. What is the disease he means? Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil:
A most miraculous work in this good king;
The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not.
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?
Rosse. Alas, poor country;
Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
Mal. Be it their comfort,
We are coming thither: gracious England hath
Rosse. Would I could answer
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows,
Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
A modern ecstacy; the dead man's knell
Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's
Macd. O, relation,
This comfort with the like! But I have words,
Macd. What concern they?
The general cause? or is it a fee-grief,
SCENE 1. DUNSINANE. A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gentle
Rosse. No mind, that's honest,
But in it shares some woe; though the main part
Macd. If it be mine,
Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?
Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I
Macd. My children too?
Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all
Macd. And I must be from thence
Mal. Be comforted:
But I must also feel it as a man:
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
Cut short all intermission; front to front,
Mal. This tune goes manly.
Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
Doct. How came she by that light?
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes
Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
Lady M. Yet here's a spot.
Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One; two; Why, then, 'tis time to do't:-Hell is murky! -Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?-Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him?
Ang. Near Birnam wood
Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. Doct. What is it she does now? Look, low Shall we well meet them; that way are they she rubs her hands. Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother?
Doct. Do you mark that?
Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean?-No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that: you mar all with this starting.
Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still! all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! [charged. Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.
Doct. Well, well, well,—
Gent. Pray God it be, sir.
Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.
Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale:-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so?
| More needs she the divine, than the physician.--
Gent. Good night, good doctor.
SCENE II. THE COUNTRY NEAR DUNSINANE.
Enter, with drum and colours, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.
Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done, cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed. [exit Lady Macbeth. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly.
Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural Do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets
Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a fle Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, And many unrough youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood.
Ment. What does the tyrant?
Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule.
Ang. Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands; Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Those he commands, move only in command, Nothing in love; now does he feel his title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief.
Ment. Who shall then blame
His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, When all that is within him does condemn Itself, for being there?
Cath. Well, march we on,
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd.
Len. Or so much as it needs,
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam.
SCENE III. DUNSINANE. A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly 'Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, [all: I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus: Fear not, Macbeth, no man, that's born of woman, Shall e'er have power on thee.-Then fly, false And mingle with the English epicures: [thanes, The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fuc'd loon; Where got'st thou that goose look?
Serv. There is ten thousand-
Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push
How does your patient, doctor?
Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
Macb. Cure her of that:
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
Doct. Therein the patient
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something.
Macb. Bring it after me..
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
SCENE V. DUNSINANE. WITHIN THE CASTLE.
Enter, with drums and colours, Macbeth, Seyton, and soldiers.
Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward
The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength
Must minister to himself.
Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:—
Macd. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Siw. The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Macb. She should have died hereafter;
Enter a Messenger.
Macb. Thou wast born of woman.
Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
I shall report that which I say But know not how to do it.
Macb. Well, say, sir.
Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move.
Macb. Liar, and slave!
Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove.
Macb. If thou speak'st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, 'Till famine cling thee: if thy specch be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much.
I pull in resolution; and begin
And wish the estate o'the world were now undone.
Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. [exeunt.
THE SAME. A PLAIN BEFORE THE CASTLE.
Enter, with drums and colours, Malcolm, old Siward, Macduff, &c. and their army, with boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leafy screens throw down,
And show like those you are.- -You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon's what else remains to do, According to our order.
Siw. Fare you well.Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. [all breath, Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [exeunt; alarums continued.
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd.
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so
And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,