Macd. What concern they? The general caufe? or is it a fee-grief, Roffe. No mind, that's honeft, But in it shares fome woe; though the main part Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Roffe. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall poffefs them with the heaviest found, That ever yet they heard. Macd. Humph! I guess at it. Roffe. Your caftle is furpriz'd; your wife, and babes, Savagely flaughter'd: to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Merciful heaven! Mal. Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Did you fay, all ?-O, hell-kite!-All? What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell fwoop? Mal. Difpute it like a man. Macd. Macd. I fhall do fo; But I muft alfo feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look on, Fell slaughter on their fouls: Heaven rest them now! Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!—But, gentle heaven, Cut short all intermiffion; front to front, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; 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 inftruments. Receive what cheer you may; The night is long, that never finds the day. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Cafle. Enter a DOCTOR of phyfick, and a waiting Gentlewoman. Doct. I have two nights watch'd with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walk'd? Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rife from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards feal 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 fleep, and do the effects of watching. In this flumbry agitation, befides her walking, and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her fay? Gent. That, fir, which I will not report after her. Doct. You may, to me: and 'tis most meet you fhould. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a taper. Lo you, here fhe comes! This is her very guise; and, 'upon my life, faft afleep. Obferve her; ftand close. Doct. How came the by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: fhe has light by her continually; 'tis her command. Doct. You fee, her eyes are open. Gent, Ay, but their fenfe is fhut. Do&. Doct. What is it fhe does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. Gent. It is an accuftom'd action with her, to feem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady M. Yet here's a spot. Doc. Hark, she speaks: I will fet down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I fay!-One; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't:Hell is murky!-Fie, my lord, fie! a foldier, 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? 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 fpoke what she should not, I am fure of that Heaven knows what fhe 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 figh is there? The heart is forely charged. Gent. I would not have fuch a heart in my bofom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,Gent. 'Pray God, it be, fir. Doct. This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known those which have walk'd in their fleep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown; look not fo pale:-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even fo? 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. Do&t. Will the go now to bed? Gent. Directly. [Exit Lady MACBETH. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their fecrets. Gent. Good night, good doctor. SCENE II. [Exeunt. The Country near Dunfinane. 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 caufes Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. |