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SCENE I.-DUNSINANE. A Room in the Castle.
Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last
Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
Doct. A great perturbation in nature,-to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching!—In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say?
Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her.
Doct. You may to me; and 'tis most meet you should. Gent. Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. Lo you, here she comes!
Enter Lady MACBETH, with a taper.
This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.
Doct. How came she by that light?
Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her command.
Doct. You see, her eyes are open.
Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.
Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
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 VOL. III.
who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
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.
Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. 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 night-gown; look not so pale:-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out on 's grave.
Doct. Even so?
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.
Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
Good-night, good doctor.
SCENE II.-The Country near Dunsinane.
Enter, with drum and colours, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers.
Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes
Near Birnam wood
Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
And many unrough youths, that even now
What does the tyrant?
Caith. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
He cannot buckle his distemper'd course
Now does he feel
Upon a dwarfish thief.
Who, then, shall blame
His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself for being there?
Well, march we on,
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal;
Or so much as it needs,
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.
SCENE III.-DUNSINANE. A Room in the Castle.
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
Enter a Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon!
Serv. There is ten thousand
Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
When I behold-Seyton, I say!—This push
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
What news more?
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Macb. Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me my armour.
"Tis not needed yet.
Macb. I'll put it on.
Send out more horses, skirr the country round;
Hang those that talk of fear.---Give me mine armour.—
Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
Must minister to himself.
Therein the patient
Macb. Throw physic to the dogs,-I'll none of it.—
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.-Pull 't off, I say.
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
Bring it after me.—
[Exeunt all except Doctor.
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
Profit again should hardly draw me here.
SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane: a Wood in view.
Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, Ross, and Soldiers, marching.
Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.
We doubt it nothing.
The wood of Birnam.
Siw. What wood is this before us?