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Which is too nigb your person. Heaven pre- Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country! serve you!

Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, I dare abide no longer. (Exit MESSENGER. For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou L. Macd. Whither should I fly ?

thy wrongs, I have done no harm. But I remember now Thy title is afseerd!*-Fare thee well, lord : I am in this earthy world; where, to do harm, I would not be the villain that thou think'st js often laudable: to do good, sometime, For the whole space that's in the tyrant's Accounted dangerous foliy : Why then, alas! And the rich east to boot.

(grasp, Do I put up that womanly defence,

Mal. Be not offended : To say I have done no harm ?- -What are I speak not as in an absolute fear of you. these faces ?

I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke;

It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Enter Murderers.

Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,

There would be hands uplifted in my right; Mur. Where is your husband ?

And here, from gracious England, have I offer L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, Of goodly thousands : But, for all this, Where such as thou may'st find him.

When I shall tread upon the tyrant's bead, Mur. He's a traitor.

Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain.

Shall have more vices than it had before; Mur. What, you egg? (Stabbing him. More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Young fry of treachery?

By him that shall succeed. Son. He has killed me, mother;

Macd. What should he be? Run away, I pray you.


Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know (Exit Lady MACDUFF, crying murder, All the particulars of vice so grafted,

(beth and pursued by the MURDERERS.

That, when they shall be open'd, black Mac

Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor stato CENE III.-England.-A Room in the King's Palace.

Esteem him as a lanb, being compar'd

With my confineless harms.

Macd. Not in the legions

Of horrid bell, can come a devil more damn'd Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, In evils, to top Macbeth. and there

Mal. I grant him bloody, Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Luxurious,t avaricious, false, deceitful, Macd. Let us rather

[men, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good that has a naine: But there's no bottom, none, Bestride our downfall’n birthdom:* Each new In my voluptuousness: your wives, your morn,


[up New widows howl; new orphans cry; new Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds

The cistern of my lust; and my desire As if it felt with Scotland, and yell’d out All continent impediments would o'er-bear, Like syllable of dolour.

That did oppose my will : Better Macbeth, Mal. What I believe, I'll wail;

Than such a one to reign.
What know, believe; and, what I can redress, Macd. Boundless intemperance
As I shall find the time to friend,t I will.

In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance, The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our And fall of many kiugs. But fear not yet

(well; To take upon you what is yours: you may Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood. but something


You may deserve of him through me; and wis-We have willing dames enough ; there cannot
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb, That vulture in you, to devour so many.
To appease an angry god.

As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Macd. I am not treacherous.

Finding it so inclin'd. Mal. But Macbeth is.

Mal. With this, there grows, A good and virtuous nature may recoil, (don; In my most ill-compos'd affection, such In an imperial charge. But 'crave your par- A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, That which you are, my thoughts cannot trans- I should cut off the nobles for their lands; pose:

(fell : Desire his jewels, and this other's house : Angels are bright still, though the brightest And my more-having would be as a sauce Though all things foul would wear the brows To make me hunger more; that I should of grace,

forge Yet grace must still look so.

Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, Macd. I have lost my hopes.

Destroying them for wealth. Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did

Macd. This avarice

[root find my doubts.

Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been (Those precious motives, those strong knots of The sword of our slain kings: Yet do not fear; love,)

Scotland hath foysonsę to till up your will, Without leave taking ?-I pray you,

Of your mere own : All these are portable, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, With other graces weigh’d. But mine own safeties:-You may be rightly Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming just.

graces, Whatever I sball think.

* Legally settled by those who had the final adjudje * Birthright.

+ Befriend. 1 1. e. A good mind may recede from goodness in the + Lascivious.

I Passionate. Execution of a royal comunission.


May be endured.

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As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Hanging a golden stamp* about their necks, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,

Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, I have no relish of them; but abound

To the succeeding royalty he leaves [tue, In the division of each several crime, (should The healing benediction. With this strange vir. • Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I He hath a beavenly gift of prophecy;

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
Uproar the universal peace, confound

That speak him full of grace.
All unity on earth.
Macd.' O Scotland! Scotland !

Enter Rosse.
Mul. If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
I am as I have spoken.

Macd. See, who comes here?
Mucd. Fit to govern!

Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him

not. No, not to live.-0 nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,

Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hiWhen shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?

ther. Since that the truest issue of thy throne

Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes By his own interdiction stands accurs’d,

The means that make us strangers! [remore And does blaspheme his breed ?-Thy royal

Rosse. Sir, Amen. father


Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ? Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore

Rosse. Alas, poor country; Oftner upon her knees than on her feet,

Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!

Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where These erils, thou repeat'st upon thyself,

nothing, Have banish'd me from Scotland.-0, my

But who knows nothing, is once seen to smil -Thy hope ends here !


Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rem Mal. "Macduff, this noble passion,

the air,

(seems Child of integrity, hath from my soul

Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd

A modern ecstacy;t the dead man's knell thoughts

(beth Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Mac- Expire before the flowers in their caps, (lives, By many of these trains hath sought to win me

Dying, or ere they sicken. Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me

Macd. O, relation, From over-credulous haste :* But God above

Too nice, and yet too true! Deal between thee and me! for even now

Mal. What is the newest grief? I put myself to thy direction, and

Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the Unspeak mine own detraction: here abjure

Each minute teems a new one. (speaker; The taints and blames I laid upon myself,

Macd. How does my wife? For strangers to my nature. I am yet

Rosse. Why, well, Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;

Macd. And all my children? Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;

Rosse. Well too. At no time broke my faith; would not betray

Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their The devil to his fellow; and delight (ing

peace? No less in truth, than life: my first false speak

Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I

did leave them. Was this upon myself: What I am truly, Is thine, and my poor country's, to command

Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,

How goes it? Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,

Rosse. When I came hither to transport the All ready at a point, was setting forth :

tidings, Now we'll together; And the chance, of good-Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour ness,


Of many worthy fellows that were out; Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you

Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: *Tis hard to reconcile.

[at once,

Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland

Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Enter a DOCTOR.

To dotl' their dire distresses.

Mal. Be it their comfort, Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king We are coming thither: gracious England hath forth, I pray you?

Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men; Doct. Ay, Sir: there are a crew of wretched An older, and a better soldier, none souls,

That Christendom gives out. That stay his cure: their malady convincest

Rosse. 'Would I could answer
The great assay of art; but, at his touch, This comfort with the like! But I have words,
Such sanctity bath heaven given his hand, That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
They presently amend.

Where hearing should not latchộ them.
Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Erit Doctor. Macd. What concern they?
Macd. What is the disease he means ? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief,
Mal. "Tis call'd the evil:

Due to some single breast?
A most miraculous work in this good king; Rosse. No mind, that's honest,
Which often, since my here-remain in Eng. But in it shares some woe; though the main
Pertains to you alone.

(part I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Macd. If it be mine, Himself best knows : but strangely-visited | Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

All sworn and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,

* The coin called an angel.
Common distrese of mind.

* Put off. + Overpowers, subdues.

| Catch,

| A grief that has a single owner

for ever,

you should.

Did you say,

Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue Doct. A great perturbation in natu:e! to re

(sound, ceive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the Which shall possess them with the heaviest effects of watching:- In this slumbry agitation, That ever vet they heard.

besides her walking, and other actual perMacd. Humph! I guess at it.

formances, what, at any time, have you beard Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd : your wife, her say? and babes,

Gent. That, Sir, which I will not report after Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, her. Were, on the quarry* of these murder'd deer, Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet To add the death of you. Mul. Merciful heaven!

[brows; Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; baving What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your no witness to contirm my speech. Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak,

(break. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Tuper. Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it Mucd. My children too?

Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all

and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her That could be found.

stand close. Macd. And I must be from thence!

Doct. How came she by that light? My wife kill'd too?

Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by Rosse. I have said.

her continually; 'tis her command. Mal. Be comforted:

Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,

Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. To cure this deadly griet.

Doct. What is it she does now ? Look, how Macd. He has no children.—All my pretty she rubs her hands. ones?

Gent. It is an accustomed action with her,
all ?-0, hell-kite !-All? to seen thus washing her hands; I have kuown
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
At one fell swoop ?

Lady M. Yet here's a spot.
Mal. Dispute it like a man.

Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down
Macd. I shall do so;

what comes from her, to satisfy my rememBut I must also feel it as a inan:

brance the more strongly. I cannot but remember such things were,

Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-That were not precious to me.- Did heaven Une; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't :look on,

Hell is murky!*-Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, and afear’d? What need we fear who knows They were all struck for thee ! naught that I it, when none can call our power to account ! am,

- Yet who would have thought the old man to Not for their own demerits, but for mine,

have had so much blood in him? Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest Doct. Do you mark that? them now!

Ludy M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: Where is she now ? -What, will these let grief

[it. hands ne'er be clean ?--No mire o'that, my Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage lord, no more o'that: you mar all with this Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine starting. eyes,

[heaven, Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what And braggart with my tongue!- -But, gentle you should not. Cut short all intermission ;ť front to front,

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, known. Heaven forgive him too!

Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still : Mal. This tune goes manly.

all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; this little band. Oh! oh! oh! 1 Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth Doct. What a sight is there! The heart is

Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above sorely charged. Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer Gent. I would not have such a heart in my you may ;

bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. The night is long, that never finds the day.

Doct. Well, well, well,
[Exeunt. 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 their beds. SCENE I.-Dunsinane.- A Room in the Castle. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on you Enter a Doctor of Physic, and u waiting Gen-night-gown; look not so pale :-1 tell you yet

again, Banquo's buried; he cannot conie out

of his grave. Doct. I have two nights watched with you,

Doct. Even so? but can perceive no truth in your report. When Lady M. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking was it she last walked ?

at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, your hand; What's done, cannot be undone : I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her to bed, to bed, to bed. (Exit Lady MACBETH. night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take Doct. Will she go now to bed ? forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, af. Gent. Directly terwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unde all this while in a most fast sleep.

tural deeds • The gaine after it is killed + All pause.

• Dark


41 Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds

Enter a SERVANT. To their deaf pillows will discharge their se- The devil damn thee black, thou crear-fac'd crets,

(cian.- Where got'st thon that goose Jook ? sloop !" More neods she the divive, than the physi- Serv. There is ten thousand-God, God, forgive us all! Look atter her;

Macb. Geese, villain? Remove from her the means of all annoyance, Serv. Soldiers, Sir. And still keep eyes upon her:-So, good Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy night:


fear, My mind she has mated," and amaz'd my Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?t think, but dare not speak.

Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheySCENE II.-The Country near Dunsinane.


Sere. The English force, so please you. Enter, with Drum und Colours, MENTETH, Cath- Macb. Take thy face hence. -Seyton !-1 am NESS, Angus, Lexox, and Soldiers.

sick at heart, Ment. The English power is near, led on by When I behold-Seyton, I say !—This push Malcolm,

Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes

Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf: Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,

And that which should accompany old age, Excite the mortified man.t

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Ang. Near Birnam wood [coming, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Shall we well meet them; that way are they Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, Cuth. Who knows, it Donalbain be with his


[dare not. brother?

Which the poor heart would fain deny, but Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: I have a file Seyton!

a Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son,

And many unrought youths, that even now
Protest their first of manhood.

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
Ment. What does the tyrant ?

Mucb. What news more? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate

reported. Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, [him,

Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh He cannot burkle his distemper'd cause

be hack'd. Within the belt of rule.

Give me my armour. Ang. Now does he feel

Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. His secret murders sticking on his hands : Macb. I'll put it on. Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Send out more horses, skirrý the country round; Those he commands, move on., in command, Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine Nothing in love: now does he feei the title How does your patient, doctor? [armour.Hang loose about him, like a giant's roce

Doct. Not so sick, my lord, Upon a dwarfish thief.

As she is troubled with thick.coming fancies, Ment. Who then shall blame

That keep her from her rest. His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,

Macb. Cure her of that: When all that is within him does condemn Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Itself, for being there?

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Cath. Well, march we on,

Raze out the written troubles of the brain; To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd : And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Meet we the medecins of the sickly weal; Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff, And with him pour we, in our country's purge, which weighs upon the heart? Each drop of us.

Doct. Therein the patient Len. Or so much as it needs, (weeds. Must minister to himself. To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of Make we our march towards Birnam.


(staff: [Exeunt, marching. Come, put mine armour on; give me my

Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from SCENE III.-Dunsinane.- A Room in the

(cast Castle.

Come, Sir, despatch :-If thou could'st, doctor,

The water of my land, find her disease, Enter DACBETH, Doctor, and ATTENDANTS.

And purge it to a sound and pristine health, Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them I would applaud thee to the very echo, fiy all;

Tl:at should applaud again.-Pull’t off, I say... Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,

What rhubarb, senna; or what purgative drug, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Mal. Would scour these English hence !--Hearest colm!


thou of them ? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that

Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal prepara. All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus:

Makes us hear something.

(tion Fear not, Macbcth; no mun, that's born of woman,

Macb. Bring it after me.Shall e'er hare power on thee. Then fly, false I will not be afraid of death and bane, thanes,

Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. (Exit. And mingle with the English epicures :

Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and The mind'I sway by, and the heart I bear,

clear, Shall never sag || with doubt, nor shake with Profit again should hardly draw me here. fear.

(Erit. + A religious; an ascetic. *Base fellow.

+ An appellation of contempt The physician. # Sink. Dry.




SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinune: A

Wood in rien.

Thou com'st to use thy tongue; hy story Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old

quickly. SIWard and his Son, MacDUFF, MENTETH, Mess. Gracious my lord, CATHNESS, ANGCS, LENOX, Rosse, und Sol- I shall report that which I say I saw, diers, marching

But know not how to do it. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at

Macb. Well, say, Sir.

Mess. As I'did'stand my watch upon the That chambers will be sate.

[hand Ment. We doubt it nothing.


I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, Siw. What wood is this before us? Ment. The'wood of Birnam.

The wood began to move. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a

Macb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. bough,

Mess. Let me endure your wrath, it't be not And bear't before him; thereby shall we Within this three mile may you see it coming;

(shadow The numbers of our host, and make discovery

I Err in report of us.

say, a moving grove.

Macb. If thou speak'st false, Sold. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,

Till famine cling* thee: if thy speech be sooth, tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure

I care not if thou dost for me as much.Our setting down befor't.

I pull in resolution; and begin Mal. 'Tis his main hope:

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, For where there is advantage to be given,

That lies like truth: Fear nut, till Birnam wood Both more and less* have given him the revolt; Do come to Dunsinane ; -and now a wood And none serve with him, but constrained Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and Whose hearts are absent too.


[things, If this, which he avouches, does appear, Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on

There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. Industrious soldiership.

I'gin to be a-weary of the sun, [undone. Siw. The time approaches,

And wish the estate o'the world were now That will with due decision make us know

Ring the alarum bell :-Blow, wind! come, What we shall say we have, and what we owe, At least we'll die with barnesst on our back.

wrack ! Thoughts speculative their unsvie hopes relate; But certain issue strokes mest arbitrate :t

įExeunt. Towards which, advance the war. (Exeunt, murching. SCENE VI.The same.- A plain before the

Castle. SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle.

Enter, with Drums and Colours, Malcolm, old Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SIWARD, MACDUFF, $c. and their Army, with SEYTON, and Soldiers.

Boughs. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens walls;

throw down,

(uncle, The cry is still, They come: Our castie's And show like those you are:- -You, worthy Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son. Till famine, and the ague, eat them up:

Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Were they not forc'd with those that should Shall take upon us what else remains to do, be ours,

(beard, According to our order. We might have met them dareful, beard to Siw. Fare you well. And beat them backward home. What is that Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,

noise ? [A cry within, of Women. Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give Mucb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :

them all breath, The time has been, my senses would have Those clamorous harbingers of blood and cool'd

death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. To hear a night-shriek; and my fellt of hair SCENE VII.-The same.---Another Pari of the Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir

Plain. As life were in't: I have supp'd tull with horrors;

Enter MACBETH. Direness, familiar to my slaughtrous thoughts,

Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I can. Cannot once start me.-- Wherefore was that

not iy,


But, bear-like, I must fight the course.- What's Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

That was not born of woman? Such a one
Macb. She should have died bereafter; Am I to fear, or none.
There would have been a time for such a word.

Enter young Siward.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

Yo. Siw. What is thy name?
To the last syllable of recorded time;

Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief

hotter name candle !

Than any is in hell. Lite's but a walking shadow; a poor player,

Macb. My name's Macbeth. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

Yo. Siu. 'The devil himself could not proAnd then is heard no more: it is a tale

nounce a title 'Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

More hateful to mine ear. Signifying nothing:

Macb. No, nor more fearful. 1. c. Greater and less. + Determine. Skin.


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