Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure For strangers to my nature. upon myself, Is thine, and my poor country's, to command: Now we'll together, and the chance of goodness, Macd. My ever gentle cousin, welcome hither. Mal. I know him now: Good Heaven, betimes remove The means that make us strangers! Rosse. Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Rosse. Alas, poor country! Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be called our mother, but our grave; where nothing, Is there scarce asked, for whom; and good men's lives Macd. Oh, relation, Too nice, and yet too true! Mal. What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; Each minute teems a new one. E Maca. How does my wife? Rosse. Why, well. Macd. And all my children? Rosse. Well, too. Macd. The tyrant has not battered at their peace? Rosse. No; they were all at peace when I did leave them. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; how gues Mal. Be it their comfort, We are coming thither: gracious England hath That Christendom gives out. Rosse. Would I could answer This comfort with the like! But I have words, That would be howled out in the desert air, Macd. What concern they? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief, Rosse. No mind, that's honest, But in it shares some woe; though the main part Pertains to you alone. Macd. If it be mine, Keep it not from me; quickly let me have it. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue forever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard. Macd. Humph! I guess at it. it ! Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife, and bades, Savagely slaughtered: to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer, To add the death of you. Mal. Merciful Heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must be from thence! My wife killed, too? Rosse. I have said. Mal. Be comforted: Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Mal. Dispute it like a man. Macd. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, -Did Heaven look (n, That were most precious to me. And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff! Fell slaughter on their souls! Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Macd. Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!-[Kneels.] But, gentle Heaven, Cut short all intermission; front to front Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; END OF ACT IV. [Exeunt, R. ACT V. SCENE I.-Lady Macbeth's Room in the Castle at Dunsinane. Enter GENTLEWOMAN and PHYSICIAN, L. Phy. I have two nights watched with you, but can per ceive no truth in your report. When was it she las 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. Phy. What at any time have you heard her say ? Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. Phy. 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! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. [They retire, L. Enter LADY MACBETH, with a Taper, R. Phy. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her command. Phy. You see her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. Phy. 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. Phy. Hark! she speaks. 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 who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Phy. Do you mark that? Lady M. The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?-What, will these hands ne'er be clear !-No more o' that, my lord; no more o' that: you mar all with this starting. Phy. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure o 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. Oh! oh! oh! Phy. 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. 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. Phy. 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. Phy. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly. [Exit, R. Phy. More needs she the divine than the physician. Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her. Good Heaven, forgive us all! [Exeunt, Physician, L., Gentlewoman, R. SCENE II.-A Hall in the Castle at Dunsinane.-Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Enter MACBETH and six GENTLEMEN, L. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all: I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? |