What! will the line stretch out to the crack of The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much

What's your grace's will?]
Mach. Saw you the weird sisters 7
Lon
No, my lord.

Mach. Came they not by you?
Len.
No, indeed, my lord.
Macb Infected be the air whereon they ride:
And damn'd all those that trust them!-1 did
hear

The galloping of horse: Who was't came by?
Len. Tx two or three, my lord, that bring you
word,

Macduff is fled to England.
Mach

His flight was madness: When our actions do Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly:
If you will take a homely mau's advice,
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage;
To do worse to you, were fell cruelty,
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven pre-

L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
Where such as thou may'st find him.
By him that shall succeed.
Mur.
He's a traitor. Mard
Son. Thou ly 'st, thou shag-car'd villain.
Mur.
What, you egg! [Stabbing him.
Young fry of treachery!
Son.

Of horrid hell can come a devil more dama'd
In evils, to top Macbeth.
Mal
1 grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitial,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin

Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, That has a name: But there's no bottom, none, and there

You may deserve of him through me; and wis-I should cut off the nobles for their lands:

What is the newest grief 7 Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker;

Each minute teems a new one.
Macd.

Wip the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts | Too nice, and yet too true!
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth Mal
By many of these trains hath sought to win me
Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste; But God above
Deal between thee and me; for even now
I pat myself to thy direction, and
Cuspeak mine own detraction: bere abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman; never was for worn;
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;
At no time bruke my faith would not betray
The devil to bis fellow; and delight

No les in truth, than life: my first false speaking
Was this upon myself: What I am truly,

Is thine, and my poor country's, to command:
Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
All ready at a point, was setting forth;
Now we'll together; And the chance, of good-

Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you

lent 7

Enter a Doctor.

Mal Well more
forth, I pray you?
Doct. Ay, sur; there are a crew of wretched
Bonts,

anon-Comes the king

That stay his enre: their malady convinces
The great assay of art; but, at his touch,
Such sanctity fath heaven given his hand,
They presently amend

Mal

I thank you, doctor.

Rosse. Why, well.
Macd.

Rosse.

How does my wife? And all my children ? Well too.

Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their

peace?

Rosse. No; they were well at peace when I did leave them.

Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How goes it 7

Rosse. When I came hither to transport the

tidings,

Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
Of many worthy fellows that were out;
Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
Now is the time of help! your eye in Scotland
Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
To doff their dire distresses.
Mal.
Be it their comfort,
We are coming thither: gracious England hath
Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men:
An older, and a better soldier, none
That Christendom gives out.

Rosse.

This comfort with the like! But I have words,
That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
Where hearing should not latch them.
Macd.
What concern they 7
The general cause 7 or is it a fee-grief,
Due to some single breast 7

'Would, I could answer

Rosse

No mind, that's honest, But in it shares some wo; though the main part Erit Doctor.Pertains to you alone. Mord. What's the disease he means? Mard. If it be mine, Mal 'Tis call'd the evil: Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. A most miraculous work in this good king; Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue Which often, since may here-remain in England, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound for ever, I have wep him do. How he solicits heaven, Hmalf best knows: but strangely visited That ever yet they heard. ple,

All win and alcerous, pitiful to the eye,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures;
Hanging a giden stamp about their necks,
Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
To the acceling royalty he leaves

peo-Macd

The healing benediction. With this strange vir

He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
And undry blomngs hong about his throne,
That speak him full of grace.

Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife,
Humph! I guess at it.

and babes,

Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
To add the death of you.

Mal

Merciful heaven !

What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not
speak,

Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Maed. My children too?
Rozae

Wife, children, servants, all

And I must be from thence!

I have said.

That could be found.
Mard.
My wife kill'd too?
Rosee.
Mal

Be comforted. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief.

Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty

ones ?

Did you say, all 1-O, hell-kite -All ?
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell swoop 7

Mel Dispute it like a man.
Mard.

I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man:

I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me-Did heaven

look on,

And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine
Fell slaughter on their souls; Heaven rest them
now!

SCENE 1. Dunsinane. A room in the Castle.
Enter a Doctor of Physick, and a waiting
Gentlewoman

Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but ean perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked ?

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 ef fects of watching-In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking, and other actual perform ances, what, at any time, have you heard her say 7

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.

Enter Lady Macbeth, with a Taper. Lo you, here she comes ? This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.

Doct. How came she by that light 7

Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh!

Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.

Gent. I would not have such a beart 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.

Gent. Directly."

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; Unnate-
ral deeds

Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine, than the physician-
God, God, forgive us all! Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her :-So, good night:
My mind she has mated, and amar'd my sight:
I think, but dare not speak.

Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt.

SCENE IL The Country near Dunsinane.
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Menteth, Cath
ness, Angus, Lenox, 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
Would to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,
Excite the mortified man.

Ang

Near Birnar wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother 7

Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Gent. Why, it stood by her; she has light by Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son,

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 accustom'd 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.

Doci. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

And many unrough youths, that even nƠF
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.

Who then shall blame

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, Lady M Out, damned spot! ont, I say!-Nothing in love: Now does be feel his title One: Two: Why, then 'tis time to do't-Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Hell is murky-Fle, my lord, fie! a soldier, Upon a dwarfish thief. and afeard? What knee! we fear who knows it, Ment. when none can call our power to account 7-His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, Yet who would have thought the old man to When all that is within him does condemn have had so much blood in him 7 Itself for being there! Doct. Do you mark that? Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd; Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us. Len. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt, marching.

Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife: Where is she now 7-What, will these hands ne'er be clean-No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that you mar all with this starting.

Dort. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, 1 am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known.

SCENE III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.

The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, Mace. Bring me no more reports: let them fly That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.I would appland thee to the very echo,

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Til Birnamwood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy

What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Mal-Would scour these English hence 7-Hear'st

Was he not born of woman? The spirits that

Where gott'st thou that goose look 7
Sre. There is ten thousand-
Macb
Sert
Soldiers, sir.
Mach Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy
fear,

thou of them?

tion

Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal prepara-
Makes us hear something.
Macb

Bring it after me.-
I will not be afraid of death and bane,

Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Erit.
Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Erit.
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,

SCENE IV.

Country near Dunsinane: A Wood in view. Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, old Siward, and his Son, Macduff, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching.

Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.
Ment.
We doubt it nothing.
Si. What wood is this before us?
Ment
The wood of Birnam.
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,
And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery

Thon hly-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch 7
Death of thy soal! those linen checks of thine
Are conneters to fear. What soldiers, whey-Err in report of us.

face 7

Sey All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reparted.

Sold.

It shall be done.

Mact I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be Enter, with Drums and Colours, Macbeth, Sey

We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,

And beat them backward home. What is that noise 7 LA cry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Mach. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd

To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise ronse, and stir Mach. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of As life were in't: I have supp'd full with

Come, pat mine armour on; give me my staff:-Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thonghts,
Seyton, send out-Doctor, the thanes fly from Cannot once start ine-Wherefore was that cry?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Mach. She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.-

me:

Come, sir, despatch :-If thou couldst, doctor,

cast