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. 1 thank you, doctor. [Erit Doctor. Macd. What's the disease he means? Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil: A most miraculous work in this good king; Which often, since my here-remain in England, I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures : Hanging a golden stamp+ about their necks, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy; Enter Rosse. Macd. See, who comes here? Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. [hither. Mard. My ever gentle cousin, welcome Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes The means that make us strangers! [remove Rosse. Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Rosse. Alas, poor country! Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot [thing, Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where noBut who knows nothing, is once seen to smile: Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rend the air, [seems Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow A modern ecstasy 1; the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's Expire before the flowers in their caps, [lives Dying, or ere they sicken. Mucd. O, relation, Too nice, and yet too true! Rosse. Well too. Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? [did leave them. Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How goes it? [tidings, Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Which I have heavily borne, there ran a ruOf many worthy fellows that were out; [mour 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. Mul. Overpowers, subdues. Be it their comfort, We are coming thither: gracions England hath Rosse. No mind, that's honest, Macd. and babes, My wife kill'd too? Rosse. Mal. I have said. 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 Did you say, all?-O, hell-kite!-All? Mal. Dispute it like a man. I shall do so; now! Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue !—— But, gentle Cut short all intermission ++: front to front, The coin called an Angel. Common distress of mind. Put off All pause Mal. This tane goes manly. | Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; Come, go we to the king: our power is ready; The night is long that never finds the day. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. | I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she 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 have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown 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 slumbry 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 confirin my speech. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. serve her; stand close. Doct. How came she by that light? Ob 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! Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my besom, 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 of his grave. Doct. Even so ? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light More needs she the divine, than the physi 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 ateard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? -Yet who would have thought the cld 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, God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Gent. Good night, good doctor. [sight: [Exeunt. His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Ang. Ment A religious; an ascetic. ý Unbearded. Enter MACBETH, Doctor and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; woman, Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, Soldiers, sir. [fear, Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldier's, patch §? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheyface ? Serv. The English force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push The physician. Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracions pleasure? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. [be hack'd. Macb. P'il fight, till from my bones my flesh Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. [round; Send out more horses, skirr the country Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine How does your patient, doctor? [armour. Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous staff, Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. [of it:Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none Come, put mine armour on; give me my [me: staff: Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preMakes us hear something. Mac. Bring it after me.I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Erit. Doc. Were I from Dunsinaneaway and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. 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 That chambers will be safe. [hand Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Ment. The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bongh, [dow And bear't before him; thereby shall we sha The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us. Sold. It shall be done. [tyrant Siw. We learn no other but the confident Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't. 'Tis his main hope: + Sink. Mul. Base fellow. An appellation of contempt. For where there is advantage to be given, Mach. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; [strength The cry is still, They come: Our castle's Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Till famine, and the ague, eat them up: Were they not forced with those that should be ours, [beard, We might have met them dareful, beard to And beat them backward home. What is that noise? [A 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 Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Mach. If thou speak st taide, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out! If this, which he avouches, does appear, done. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, with Boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, [uncle, And show like those you are:-Yon, worthy Shail, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon us 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. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [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, Enter a Messenger. Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickMess. Gracious my lord, 1 shall report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. [ly. 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. Mucb. Liar and slave! [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not the Plain. Enter MACBETH. i. e., Greater and less. + Determine. Shrivel Armour. + Skin. Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. Maed. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy face: If thou 'be'st stain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghost will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes*, whose [Macbeth, arins Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst By this great clatter, one of greatest note [be; Seems bruited+: Let me find bim, fortune! And more I beg not. [Exit. Alarum. Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Mal. That strike beside us. Siw. We have met with foes Enter, sir, the castle. Re-enter MACBETH. Mach. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die gashes On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the Do better upon them. Re-enter MACDUFF. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Mucb. Of all mea else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already. Macd. I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! [They fight, Macb. Thou losest labour: As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; [bleed: I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast served, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd. [80, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me For it hath cow'd my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant. Much. I'll not yield, [feet, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last: Before my body • Soldiers. + Reported with clamour. I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. [Exeunt, fighting. Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers. Mul. I would, the friends we miss were safe arrived. [see, Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduffis missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only lived but till he was a man ; Siw. cause of sorrow He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. He's worth no more; They say, be parted well, and paid his score: So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S Head on a Pole. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: Isce thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my santation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,Hail, king of Scotland! All. King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, 4 Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, [land Henceforth be earls, the first that ever ScotIn such an honour named. What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad, That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; Producing forth the cruel ministers Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; The air which cannot be cut. Thy kingdoin's wealth or ornament. |