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That stay his care: their malady convinces We are coming thither: gracions England hath
The great assay of art; but, at his touch, Lent us good Siwarri, and ten thousand men;
Sich sanctity hath heaven given his hand, An older, and a better soldier, none
They presently amend.

That Christendom gives out.
Mal.
I thank yon, doctor. Rosse.

Would I could answer [Én it Doctor. This comfort with the like! But I have words, Macd. What's the disease he means ? That would be howl'd out in the desert air, Mal.

'Tis call'd the evil : Where hearing should not latch them. A most miraculous work in this good king; Macd.

What concern they ! Which often, since my here-remain in England, The general cause? or is it a fee-grief, I have seen him do. "How he solicits heaven, Due to some single breast? Hiusseif best knows: but strangely-visited Rosse.

No mind, that's honest, people,

But in it shares some woe; though the main All swoln anii ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, Pertains to you alone.

(part The mere despair of surgery, he cures :

Mucd.

If it be mine, Hanging a golden stamp+ about their necks, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue To the succeeding royalty he leaves

(sound The healing benediction. With this strange Which shall possess them with the heaviest virtile,

That ever yet they heard. He hath n heavenly gift of prophecy;

Macd.

Humph! I guess at it. And snory blessings hang about his throne, Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife, That speak him full of grace.

and babes, Enter Rosse.

Savagely slaughter'd : to relate the manner, tacd.

See, who comes here? Were, on the quarry** of these murder'd deer, Mal. My countryman; but yet I know To add the death of you. hiin not.

[hither.
Mal.

Merciful heaven! Moed. My ever.gentle cousin, welcome What, man! ne'er pull your hat apon your Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes brows;

(speak, The means that make us strangers! (remove Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not Rosse.

Sir, Amen. Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it Macd. Stands Scotland where it did 3 Macd. My children too?

[break. Rosse'.

Alas, poor country! Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot (thing, That could be found.
Be call' our mother, but our grave: where no-

Macd. And I must be from thence!
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile: My wife kill'd too?
Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rend Rosse.

I have said.
the air,
(seems Mal.

Be comforted:
Are made, not mark’d; where violent sorrow Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,
A modern ecstasy I; the dead man's knell To cure this deadly grief.
Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty
Expire before the flowers in their caps, (lives ones?
ljying, or ere they sicken.

Did you say, all 3-0, hell-kite!-All? Mucd. 0, relation,

What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Too nice, and yet too true!

At one fell swoop? Mul.

What is the newest grief? Mal. Dispute it like a man. Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the Macd,

I shall do so; Each minute teems a new one. [speaker; But I must also feel it as a man: Mucd.

How does my wife! I cannot but remember such things were, Risse. Why, well.

That were most precious to me.-Did heaven Mcd. And all iny children?

(doff, Rosse.

Well too. And would not take their part ? Sinful MacMacd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their They were all struck for theel naught that I am, peace?

(did leave them. Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I Fell slaughter on their souls; Heaven rest them Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; now!

[let grief How goes it!

[tidings, Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rule Macd. 0, I could play the woman with Of inany worthy fellows that were out; [mour Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, And braggart with my tongne !--Bot, gentle For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot :

heaven, Now is the time of help! your eye in Scotland Cut short all intermission H: front to front, Would create soldiers, inake our women figlit, Bring thon this fiend of Scotland, and myself To dot their dire distresses.

Within my sword's length set him; if he'scape Mut.

Be it their comfort, Heaven forgive him tvo! *Overpowers, subdues. + The coin called an Angel. I Common distress of mind. & Pat of Catcis. I Å grief that has a single owner. ** The game alter it is killed.

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This tune goes manly. | Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer Come, go we to the king: our power is ready; you may i Our lack is nothing out our leave: Macbeth The night is long that never finds the day. Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above

[Ereunt,

ACT V. SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she

has known. Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting

Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: Gentlewoman.

all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweelen Doct. I have two nights watched with you, this little hand. Oh ! oh! oh! but can perceive no truth in your report. Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is When was it she last walked ?

sorely charged. Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, Gent. I wonld not have such a heart in my I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. night-gown npon her, unlock her closet, take Doct. Well, well, well, forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir. afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

yet I have known those which have walked in Doct. A great perturbation in nature to their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your the effects of watching.- lu this slumbry agi: night gown ; look not 80 pale :-1 tell yon yet tation, besides her walking, and other actual again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out performances, what, at any time, have you of his grave. heard her say?

Doct. Even so ? Gent. That, sir, which I will not report Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking after her.

at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet me your hand: What's done cannot be unyou should,

done: To bed, to bed, to beri. (Exit Lady Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having Doct. Will she go now to bed? (MACBLTH. Bo witness to confirin my speech.

Gent. Directly: Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper. Doct. Foul whisperings are abread; VanaLo you, here she conies! This is her very tural deeds guise; and, apon my life, fast asleep. 06- Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds serve her; stand close.

To their deaf pillows will discharge their Doct. How came she by that light?

secrets.

(cian.Gent. Why, it stood by her : she has light More needs she the divine, than the physiby her continually ; 'uis her command. God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Doct. You see her eyes are open.

Remove from her the means of all annoyauce, Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.

And still keep eyes upon her :-So, good night: Doct. What is it she dots now? Look, how My mind she has maled t, and amazed my ske rubs her hands.

I think, but dare not speak.

[sight : Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, Gent.

Good night, good doctor. to seem thus washing her hands; I have known

[Ereunt. her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

SCENE II. The Country near Dunsinane. Lady M. Yet here's a spot. Doci. Hark, she speaks : I will set down Enter, with Drums and Colours, MENTETH, what comes from her, to satisfy my remem

CATHNESS, ANGUs Lenox, and Soldiers. brance the more strongly.

Ment. The English power is near led on by Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!- Malcolm, One: Two: Why, then, 'tis time to do't: His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. llell is murky-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes and ateard? What need we fear who knows Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, it, when none can call our power to account | | Excite the mortified man. -Yet who would have thought the old man to Ang.

Near Birnam wood have had so much blood in him?

Shall we well meet them; that way are they Doct. Do you mark that?

coming.

(brother? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife: Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with bis Wbcre is she now ? - What, will these hands Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file De'er be clean2-No more o'that, my lord, no Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, Biore o'that: you mar all with ihis starting. And many unrough ý youths, that even now

Doct. Go to, go to; you have knowa what Protest their first of m?nhood. you should not.

Menta

What does the tyrants Gent. She has spoke what she should not, Cath. Great Dunsinane be strongly fortines: • Dark. Confounded. * A religious ; an ancelic. Uobearded.

Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate

Enter SEYTON.
Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, [biin, Scy. What is your gracions pleasure ?
He cannot buckle his distr.mperd cause

Macb.

What news more! Within the belt of rule.

Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was Ang. Now does he feel reported.

[ [be hack'a. His secret murders sticking on his hands; Mucb. l'il fight, till from my bones my flesh Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Give ine my armour. Those he cominands move only in command, Suy.

'Tis not needed yet Nothing in love : How does he feel his title Macb. I'll put it on.

[round; Harg loose about him, like a giant's robe Send out more horses, skirr the country Upon a dwarfish thief.

Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine Went.

Who then shall blame How does your patient, doctor? (armour. His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,

Doct.

Not so sick, my lord, When all that is within him does condemn As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Itsef for being there?

That keep her from her rest.
Cath,
Well, march we on,
Mach,

Cure her of that:
To give obedience where 'tis truly owed : Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
Meet we the medicin* of the sickly weal; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
And with bim pour we, in our country's purge, Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
Each drop of us.

And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Len.

Or so much as it needs, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous staff, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Which weighs upon the heart? Make we our march towards Birnam. (weeds.

Doct.

Therein the patient (Exeunt marching. Mnst minister to himself.

(of it: SCENE III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Come, put mine armour en; give me my

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none Castle. stat:

(me: Enter MACBETH, Doctor and Attendants.

Seyton, send out.-Doctor, thethanes fly from Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them Come, sir, despatch :-If thou couldst, doctor, fly all;

The water of my land, find her disease, (cast Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy I would applaud thee to the very echo, Malcolm!

[know That should applaud again.--Pullt off, I say. Was he not born of woman? The spirits that What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, All mortal consequents, pronounced me thus : Would scour these English hence?-Hearest Fear not, Macbeth : no man, that's born of thou of them ?

(paration woman,

(false thanes, Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preShall e'er have pouer on thee. --Then fly, Makes us hear something. And mingle with the English epicures :

Mac.

Bring it after me. The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, [fear. I will not be afraid of death

and bane, Shall never sagg+ with doubt nor shake with Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Erit. Enter a Servant.

Doc. Were I from Dunsinaneaway and clear, The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced Profit again should hardly draw me here. Where got'st thou that goose look ? [loon 11

(Erit. Serv. There is ten thousand

SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane:
Macb.
Geese, villain ?

A Wood in View.
Serv.
Soldiers, sir.

(fear, Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldier's, patch 0?

old SIWARD and his Son, MACDOFF, Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine

MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey.

Rosse, and Soldiers, marching. face 3

Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at Serv. The English force, so please you.

That chambers will be safe.

[hand Much. Take iny face bence.-Seyton! I

Ment.

We doubt it nothing. am sick at heart,

Siw. What wood is this before us ? When I behold-Seyton, I say !--This push

Ment.

The wood of Birnam. Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.

Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a I have liv'd long enongh: my way of life

bongh,

(dow Is fall'n into the searl, the yellow leaf : And bear't before him; thereby shall we sha. And that which should accompany old age,

The numbers of our host, and make discovery As honour, love,obedience, troops of friends, Err in report of us. I must not look to bave; but, in their stead,

Sold. It shall be done. (tyrant Carses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, Siw. We learn no other but the confident breath,

[dare not. Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Which .ke poor heart would faiu deny, but Our setting down before't. Seyton :

ul.

'Tis his main hope: Siuk Base fellow, g An appellation of contempla Dry.

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be ours,

For where there is advantage to be given,

Mach.

If thou speak st saide, Both more and less have given him the revolt; Upon the next treo shalt thou hang alive, And none serve with him but constrained Till fainine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, Whose hearts are absent too.

[things, I care not if thou dost for me as much.Macd,

Let our just censares I pall in resolution ; and begin Attend the true event, and put we on

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, Industrious soldiership.

That lies like iruth: Fear nut, till Birnam Siu.

The time approaches, wood That will with due decision make us know Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Comes toward Dunsinane.- Arm, arm, and Thonglits speculative their unsure hopes relate; out! But certain issue strokes muust arbitratet: If this, which he avouches, does appear, Towards which, advance the war.

There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. [Exeunt, marching. l 'gin to be :1-weary of the sun, SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. And wish the estaie o'the world were now un

done. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, Ring the alarum-bell :-Blow, wind! come, SEYTON, and Soldiers.

wrack! Macb. Hang out our banners on the out. At least we'll die with harness on our back. ward walls; (strength

(Exeunt. The cry is still, They come: Our castle's SCENE VI. The same. A plain before the Will laugh a siege to scorn; here let them lie,

Castle. Till famine, and the ague, eat them up: Were they not forced with those that should Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM,

(beard,

old SIWARD, MACDUFF, 8.c., and their We might have met them dareful, beard to

Army, with Boughs. And beat them backward home. What is that Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screer:3 noise? [A cry within, of Women. throw down,

(uncle, Sey. It is the cry of women, my govd lord. And show like those yon are:-You, worthy Mach. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, The time has been, my senses would have Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, coold

Shall take upon us what else remains to do, To hear a night-shriek: and my fell I of hair According to our order. Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir

Yiw.

Fare you well.-As life were init: I have supp'd full with hor. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-vight,

Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,

Macd. Make all our trumpeis speak; give Cannot once start.-Wherefore was that cry?

them all breath, Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Macb. She should have died hereafter;

(Exeunt. Alarums continued. There would have been a time for such a word, SCENE VII. The same. Another Part of To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

the Plain. Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

Enter MACBETH. To the last syllable of recorded tiine; And all oor yesterdays have lighted fools Mucb. They have tied me to a stake; I can The way to dusty death. Out, ont, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, That was not born of woman? Such a one (he, And then is beard no more : it is a tale

Am I to fear, or none. Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Enter young SIWARD.
Signifying nothing.

Yo. Siw. What is thy naine?
Enter a Messenger.

Macb.

Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. T'hou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quick- Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a Mess. Gracious my lord, (ly. Than any is in hell.

[hotter name I shall report that which I say I saw,

Mạcô.

My name's Macbeth. But know not how to do it.

Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pro. Macb.

Well, say, sir. More hateful to mine ear. [nounce a litie Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, Macb.

No, por more fearful. I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred iyrant; with The wood began to move.

I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. (my sword. Mucb. Liar and slave! (Striking him. [They fight, and young Siward is slain. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if'i be not Macb. Thou wast born of woman.-

But swords I smile at, weapons Jaugh to scoru, Within this three mile may you see it coming; Brandish'd by man that's of a womau boru. say, a moving grove.

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Alrums. Enter MACDUFF'.

I throw my war like shield : lay on, Macdoff; Maed. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, And damn'd be him that first cries, Flolii, show thy face:

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[Ereunt, fighting. Iittou 'be'st sain, and with no stroke of mine, Retreut. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum My wife and children's ghost will haunt me still. and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, I causot strile at wretched kernes, whose Rosse, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, Men

(Macbeth, TETH, and Soldiers. Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Mul. I would, the friends we miss were Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,

safe arrived.

[see, I sheathe again uudeeded. There thou shouldet Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these i By this great clatter, one of greatest note [be; So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Seems bruited + : Let me tind bim, fortune! Mul. Macduffis missing, aud your noble son. And more I beg not. (Erit. Alurum. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a solEnter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.

dier's debt: Siw. This way, my lord ;- the castle's gently He only lived but till he was a man; rendeid:

The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; In the unshrinking station where he fought, The noble thanes do bravely in the war; But like a mau he died. The day almost itself professes yours,

Siw.

Then he is dead 3 Aud little is to do.

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your Mal. We have met with foes

cause of sorrow That strike beside us.

Must not be measured by his worth, for then Siw.

Enter, sir, the castle. It hath no end.
[Errunt. Alurum. Siu.

Had he his burts before?
Re-enter MACBETH.

Rosse. Ay, on the front. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he! and die

gashes Had I as many sops as I have bairs, On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the I would not wish them to a fairer death : Do better upon them.

And so his kuell is knoll'ii.
Re-enter MACDUFF.

Mal.

He's worth more sorrow, Mucd.

Turn, hell-hound, torn. And that I'll spend for him. Mucb. Of all meu else I have avoided thee:

He's worth no more ; But get thee back, my soul is too much charged They say, be parted well, and paid his score : With blood of thine already.

So, God be with him!--Here comes newer Macd. I have no words,

confort. My voice is in my sword; thou bloudier villain Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head Tban terms can give thee out! [They fight.

on u Pole. Macb.

Thou losest labour : Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air I

where stands With thy keen sword impress, as make me The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: Let fall chy blade on vulnerable crests; [bleed: I see thee compasswith thy kingdom's pearit, I bear a charmed life, which must not yield That speak my saintation in their minds ; To one of woman born.

Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, Mucd.

Despair thy charm; Hail, king of Scotland ! And let the angel, whom thou still hast served, All.

King of Scotland, hail! (Flourish. Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of Untimely ripp'd.

[s0, time, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me Before we reckon with your several loves, For it hath cow'd my better part of man! And make us even with you. My thanes and And be these jiggling fiends no more believed, kinsmen,

[land That palter with us in a double sense ; Henceforth be earls, the first that ever ScotThat keep the word of promise to our ear, In such an honour named. What's more to do, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Which would be planted newly with the time, Macd Then yield thee, coward,

As calling home our exiled friends abroad, And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Producing forth the cruel ministers Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen, Here muy you see the tyrant.

Who, as 'uis thonght, by self and violent hands Much.

I'll not yield, [feet, Took off her life ;-This, and what needful else To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's That' calls upon us, by the yrace of Grace, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. We will perform in measure, time, and place: Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, So thanks to all at once, and to each one, and thon opposed, being of no woman born, Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Yet I will try the last : Before my body

[Flourish. Exeunt.

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