Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you! I dare abide no longer. [Exit MESSENGER. L. Macd. Whither should I fly? I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthy world; where, to do harm, is often laudable: to do good, sometime, Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas! Do I put up that womanly defence, To say I have done no harm?these faces? Enter MURDERERS. Mur. Where is your husband? -What are L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain. Young fry of treachery? [Stabbing him. Son. He has killed me, mother; Run away, I pray you. [Dies. Exit Lady MACDUFF, crying murder, SCENE III.—England.-A Room in the Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF. Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, Weep our sad bosoms empty. morn, Mal. What I believe, I'll wail; Macd. I am not treacherous. Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country! Mal. Be not offended: I speak not as in an absolute fear of you. Macd. What should he be? All the particulars of vice so grafted, Macd. Not in the legions poor state In evils, to top Macbeth. Mal. I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Macd. Boundless intemperance A good and virtuous nature may recoil, [don; In my most ill-compos'd affection, such pose: Angels are bright still, though the brightest Yet grace must still look so. Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, Without leave taking ?-I pray you, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, Whatever I shall think. Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, [root Macd. This avarice Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming * Legally settled by those who had the final aĉjudi cation. As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, In the division of each several crime, [should Macd. O Scotland! Scotland! Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: I am as I have spoken. Macd. Fit to govern! No, not to live.-O nation miserable, Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, ness, Enter a DOCTOR. [ing Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, I pray you? Doct. Ay, Sir: there are a crew of wretched souls, That stay his cure: their malady convincest Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Exit DOCTOR. The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Enter Rosse. Macd. See, who comes here? Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes The means that make us strangers! [remove Rosse. Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot But who knows nothing, is once seen to smil-· Macd. O, relation, Too nice, and yet too true! Mal. What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the Macd. And all my children? Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave them. tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Mal. Be it their comfort, We are coming thither: gracious England hath Rosse. 'Would I could answer Macd. What concern they? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief,|| Rosse. No mind, that's honest, A most miraculous work in this good king; land, I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, + Overpowers, subdues. Pertains to you alone. Macd. If it be mine, [part Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, [sound, Which shall possess them with the heaviest That ever vet they heard. Macd. Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd: your wife, and babes, Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry* of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Mal. Merciful heaven![brows; What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak, [break. Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must be from thence! My wife kill'd too? Rosse. I have said. Mal. 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 ones? Did you say, all?-O, hell-kite!-All? 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, That were not precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them now! eyes, Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief [it. Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine [heaven, And braggart with my tongue!But, gentle Cut short all intermission;t front to front, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Heaven forgive him too! Mal. This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; The night is long, that never finds the day. ACT V. [Exeunt. 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 confirm my speech. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Tuper. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. Doct. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light 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 afear'd? 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? Doct. Do you mark that? Ludy 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, I am sure of 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! Doct. What a sight 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. 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 SCENE I-Dunsinane.-A Room in the Castle. again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his 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 Lady MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unna tural deeds Dark. SCENE II.-The Country near Dunsinane. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man.t Ang. Near Birnam wood [coming, Shall we well meet them; that way are they Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother? Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, And many unrought youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood. Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, [him, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule. Ang. Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands: Ment. Who then shall blame Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medecins of the sickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us. Len. Or so much as it needs, [weeds. To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III.-Dunsinane.-A Room in the Castle. Enter MACBETH, DOCTOR, and ATTENDANTS. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm! [know Was he not born of woman? The spirits that All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus: Fear not, Macbeth; no mun, that's born of woman, Shall e'er have power on thee.Then fly, false thanes. Enter a SERVANT. 41 [loon !❤ The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd Serv. Soldiers, Sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheyface? Sere. 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 Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me my armour. Sey. "Tis not needed yet. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; 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 diseas'd; 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 stuff, Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. me: [staff:Come, put mine armour on; give me my Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from [cast Come, Sir, despatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.What rhubarb, senna; or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence!-Hearest thou of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparaMakes us hear something. Mach. Bring it after me. [tion I will not be afraid of death and bane, Profit again should hardly draw me here. Base fellow. + Dry. [Exit, 1 tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Mal. "Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Macd. Let our just censures Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe, Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:+ Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. 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 forc'd 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. Mucb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fellt of hair Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.-Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, 1. e. Greater and less. + Determine. † Skin. Enter a MESSENGER. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I shall report that which I say I saw, Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. Within this three mile may you see it coming; Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not say, a moving grove. I so: Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, out! If this, which he avouches, does appear, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. I'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate o'the world were now [undone.Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harnesst on our back. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same.-A plain before the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army, with Boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are:-You, worthy Siw. Fare you well.— Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII.-The same.-Another Part of the Plain. Than any is in hell. Macb. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful. |