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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 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. Exit.
Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural
Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds
Gent. Good night, good doctor.
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Near Birnam wood
Shall we well meet them; that way are they
Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
Who then shall blame
Or so much as it needs
Make we our march towards Birnam.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon !
SCENE II.-The Country near Dunsinane.
Where gott'st thou that goose look ?
Soldiers, sit. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch! Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thire
Serv. The English force, so please you.
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?
Mach. I'll fight till from my bones my flest
Give me my armour.
Let our just censures Macb. I'll put it on.
Attend the true event, and put we on
The time approaches armour.
That will with due decision make us know How does your patient, doctor ?
What we shall say we have and what we owe. Doct.
Not so sick, my lord, Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, As she is troubled with tbick-coming fancies, But certain issue strokes must arbitrate, That keep her from her rest.
Towards which advance the war. Macb. · Cure her of that:
Exeunt, marching. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'a, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Enter, with drum and colours, MACBETH, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
SEYTON, and Soldiers. Which weighs upon the heart?
Mach. Hang out our banners on the outward Doct. Therein the patient
walls ; Must minister to himself,
The cry is still ‘They come !' our ca: tle's Macb. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none strength of it.
Will laugh a siege to scorn; here let them lie Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff. Till famine and the ague eat them up; Seyton, send out-Doctor, the thanes fly from me. Were they not forc'd with those that should be Come, sir, dispatch.-If thou could'st, doctor,
50 We might have met them dareful, beard to The water of my land, find her disease,
beard, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, And beat them backward home. I would applaud thee to the very echo,
A cry of women within. That should applaud again.--Pull’t off, I say.-
What is that noise ? What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Would scour these English hence ? Hear'st
Erit. thon of them?
Macb. I bave almost forgot the taste of fears. Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation The time has been my senses would have cool'd Makes us hear something.
To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Mach.
Bring it after me, Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir I will not be afraid of death and bane
As life were in 't. I have supp'd full with Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
horrors; Doch. Aside. Were I from Dunsinane away Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, and clear,
Cannot once start me. Profit again should hardly draw me here.
Wherefore was that cry? SCENE IV.-Country near Birnam Wood. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD There would have been a time for such a word.
Mach. She should have died hereafter ; and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITH- To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, NESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, Ross, and Soldiers, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, marching.
To the last syllable of recorded time; Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are at And all our yesterdays have lighted fools hand
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief That chambers will be safe.
We doubt it nothing. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player Siw. What wood is this before us?
That struts and frets his bour upon the stage, Ment.
The wood of Birnam. And then is heard po more ; it is a tale Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, bough
Signifying nothing. And bear’t before him : thereby shall we
Enter a Messenger. shadow The numbers of our host, and make discovery Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story Err in report of us.
quickly. Sold. It shall be done.
Mess. Gracious my lord, Siw. We learn no other but the confident I should report that which I say I saw, tyrant
But know not how to do it. Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Well, say, sir. Our setting down before 't.
Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, Mal.
"Tis his main hope ; 10 I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, For where there is advantage to be given, The wood began to move. Both more and less hath given him the revolt, Macb.
Liar and slave ! And none serve with him but constrained Mess. Let me endure your wrath if 't be not so: things
Within this three mile may you see it coming ; Whose hearts are absent too.
I say, a moving grove.
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
Mard. That way the noise is. Tyrant, show I care not if thou dost for me as much.
thy face: I pull in resolution, and begin
If thou be’st slain and with no stroke of mine, To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
My wife and children's ghost will haunt me still That lies like truth; *Fear not till Birnam wood I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms Do come to Dunsinane'; and now a wood
Are hir'd to bear their staves : either thou, Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
Macbeth, If this which he avouches does appear,
Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I sheathe again undeeded. There thou I'gin to be aweary of the sun,
should'st be ; And wish the estate o' the world were now By this great clatter, one of greatest note undone.
50 Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! Ring the alarum-bell ! Blow, wind ! come,
Aud more I beg not.
Exit. Alarum wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Enter: MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord ; the castle's gently
render'd : SCENE VI.— The Same. A Plain before the
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Castle.
The noble thanes do bravely in the war ; Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old The day almost itself professes yours,
SIWARD, MACDUFF, etc., and their Army, with And little is to do. boughs.
We have met with foes
That strike beside us. Mal. Now, near enough ; your leavy screens Siw,
Enter, sir, the castle. throw down,
Excunt. Alarums And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
Re-enter MACBETH. Lead our first battle; worthy Macduff and we Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, Shall take upon 's what else remains to do,
and die According to our order.
On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
Macd. them all breath,
Turn, hell-hound, torn! Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
With blood of thine already.
I have no words; SCENE VII. - The Same. Another Part of the
My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out ! They fight.
Thou losest labour:
As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I can- With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed : not fly,
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; But bear-like I must fight the course. What’s he I bear a charmed life, which must not yield That was not born of woman? Such a one To one of woman born. Am I to fear, or none.
Despair thy charm :
And let the angel whom thou still hast serv'd Enter young SIWARD.
Tell thee. Macduff was from his mother's womb Young Siw. What is thy name?
Untimely ripp'd. Macb.
Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells meso, Young Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself For it hath cow'd my better part of man : a hotter name
And be these juggling fiends no more belier'd, Than any is in hell.
That palter with us in a double sense ; Macb.
My name 's Macbeth. That keep the word of promise to our ear, Young Siw. The devil himself could not And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thce. pronounce a title
Macd. Then yield thee, coward, More hateful to mine ear.
And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: Macb.
No, nor more fearful. 'We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Young Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; Painted upon a pole, and underwrit, with my sword
10 Here may you see the tyrant.' I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
I will not viell. They fight and young SIWARD is slain. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Mach.
Thou wast born of woman : And to be baited with the rabble's curse. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Though Birnam wood be come to Duosinane, Brandish'd by man that 's of a woman bord. And thou oppos’d, being of no woman born,
Exit,' Yet I will try the last : before my body
I throw my war-like shield. Lay on, Macduff, They say, he parted well, and paid his score : And damn'd be him that first cries ‘Hold, And so, God be with him! Here comes newer enough!'
Excunt, fighting. comfort. Retreat. Plourish. Re-enter, with drum and Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head. colours, Malcolm, old SIWARD, Ross, Thanes,
Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art. Behold, and Soldiers.
where stands Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe The usurper's cursed bead : the time is free : arriv'd.
I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son, Hail, King of Scotland !
Hail, King of Scotland ! debt :
Flourish. He only liv'd but till he was a man;
Mal. Weshall not spend a large expense of time The which no sooner had bis prowess confirm's Before we reckon with your several loves, In the unshrinking station where he fought, 71 And make us even with you. My thanes and But like a man he died.
Then he is dead ? Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Ross. Ay, and brought off the field. Your In such an honour nam’d. What's more to do cause of sorrow
Which would be planted newly with the time, Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then As calling home our exil'd friends abroad It hath no end.
That fled the shares of watchful tyranny ; Siv.
Had he his hurts before? Producing forth the cruel ministers Ross. Ay, on the front.
Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, Siro.
Why then, God's soldier be he! Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
Took off her life ; tbis, and what needful else I would not wish them to a fairer death: That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace And so, his knell is knollid.
We will perform in measure, time, and place: Mal.
He's worth more sorrow, So thanks to all at once and to each one, And that I'll spend for him.
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Sir, He's worth no more ; 80
SCENE I.-Elsinore. A Platform before the
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and Attendants.
FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him
Ber. Who's there?
Fran. Nay, answer me; stand, and unfold
Two Clowns, Grave-diggers.
GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to
OPHELIA, Daughter to Polonius.
Give you good night.
What is Horatio there?
O farewell, honest soldier:
Bernardo has my place
Ber. Long live the king!
Fran. You come most carefully upon your
Ber. "Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed,
Fran. For this relief much thanks; 'tis bitter
And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
Not a mouse stirring. 10
Ber. Well, good night.
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
When yond same star that's westward from the
Hor. Friends to this ground.
And liegemen to the Dane. Had made his course to illume that part of Fran. Give you good night. heaven