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Enter a Doctor.
In my most ill-compos'd affection such

Mal. Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I A stanchless avarice, that, were I king,

pray you ? I should cut off the nobles for their lands;

Doct.' Ay, sir : there are a crew of wretched souls, Desire his jewels, and this other's house :

That stay his cure : their malady convinces And my more-having would be as a sauce

The great assay of heart; but at his touch, To make me hunger more; that I should forge Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,

They presently amend. Destroying them for wealth.


I thank you, doctor.
This avarice

[Exit Doctor. Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root,

Macd. What's the disease he means ? Than summer-seeming lust; and it hath been


'T is call'd the evil: The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; A most miraculous work in this good king, Scotland hath foison' to fill up your will,

Which often, since my here remain in England, Of your mere own. All these are portable

I have seen him do. How he solicïts heaven, With other graces weigh'd.

Himself best knows; but strangely-visited people, Mal. But I have none. The king-becoming graces, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, 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 't is spoken, I have no relish of them; but abound

To the succeeding royalty he leaves In the division of each several crime,

The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should He hath a heavenly 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.

Enter RossE.
O Scotland, Scotland !


See, who comes here? Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak:

Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. I am as I have spoken.

Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Maca. Fit to govern!

Mal. I know him now. Good God, betimes remove No, not to live.-0, nation miserable !

The means that make us strangers ! With an untitled tyrant, bloody-scepter'd,


Sir, amen. When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,

Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ? Since that the truest issue of thy throne


Alas, poor country! By his own interdiction stands accurs’d,

Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot And does blaspheme his breed ?-Thy royal father Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing, Was a most sainted king: the queen, that bore thee, But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile : Oft'ner upon her knees than on her feet,

Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rend the air, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well.

Are made, not mark’d; where violent sorrow seems These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself

A modern ecstasy: the dead man's knell Have banish'd me from Scotland.-0, my breast ! Is there scarce ask'd, for whom; and good men's lives Thy hope ends here.

Expire before the flowers in their caps, Mal.

Macduff, this noble passion, Dying or ere they sicken. Child of integrity, hath from my soul


O, relation,
Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts Too nice, and yet too true!
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth Mal.

What is the newest grief? By many of these trains hath sought to win me

Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker. Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me

Each ininute teems a new one. From over-credulous haste; but God above


How does my wife? Deal between thee and me, for even now

Rosse. Why, well. I put myself to thy direction, and


And all my children ? Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure


Well, too. The taints and blames I laid upon myself,

Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace ? For strangers to my nature. I am yet

Rosse. No; they were well, at peace, when I did Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;

leave them. Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;

Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech : how goes it ? At no time broke my faith ; would not betray

Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, The devil to his fellow, and delight

Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour No less in truth, than life : my first false speaking Of many worthy fellows that were out; Was this upon myself. What I am truly

Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, Is thine, and my poor country's, to command : For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot. Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,

Now is the time of help. Your eye in Scotland Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,

Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Already at a point, was setting forth.

To doff their dire distresses, Now, we'll together; and the chance of goodness Mal.

Be it their comfort, Be like our warranted quarrel. Why are you silent? We are coming thither. Gracious England hath Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men: once,

An older, and a better soldier, none 'T is hard to reconcile.

That Christendom gives out.

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2 Overcomes.

Would I could answer

Be comforted : This comfort with the like! But I have words,

Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, That would be howl'd out in the desert air

To cure this deadly grief. Where hearing should not latch them.

Macd. He has no children.--All my pretty ones? Macd.

What concern they? Did you say, all ?-0, hell-kite!-All? The general cause, or is it a fee-grief,

What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Due to some single breast ?

At one fell swoop ? Rosse.

No mind that's honest Mal. Dispute it like a man. But in it shares some woe, though the main part


I shall do so;
Pertains to you alone.

But I must also feel it like a man:
If it be mine,

I cannot but remember such things were,
Keep it not from me; quickly let me have it.

That were most precious to me.--Did heaven look on, Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff! Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, They were all struck for thee. Naught that I am, That ever yet they heard.

Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Macd.

Humph! I guess at it. Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now! Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife, and babes, Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief Savagely slaughter'd : to relate the manner

Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,

Macd. O! I could play the woman with mine eyes, To add the death of you.

And braggart with my tongue.--But, gentle Heavens,
Merciful heaven!

Cut short all intermission; front to front,
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows: Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
Give sorrow words; the grief, that does not speak, Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Heaven forgive him too !
Macd. My children too?


This tune: goes manly. Rosse.

Wife, children, servants, all Come, go we to the king: our power is ready; That could be found.

Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth Macd.

And I must be from thence ! Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above [may; My wife kill'd too?

Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you Rosse. I have said.

The night is long that never finds the day. [Exeunt.

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Lady M. Yet here's a spot. SCENE 1.-Dunsinane. .A Room in the Castle.

Doct. Hark! she speaks. I will set down what Ențer a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gentlewoman. comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can strongly.

[Taking out his Tables.4 perceive no truth in your report. When was it she Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say !One; last walked ?

two: why, then 't is time to do't.--Hell is murky! Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afеard? What need seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon we fear who knows it, when none can call. power her, unlock her closet, také forth paper, fold it, write to account ?-Yet who would have thought the old man upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to have had so much blood in him ? to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

Doct. Do you mark that?

[Writing: Doct. A great perturbation in nature, to receive at Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife: where is once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watch- she now ?-What, will these hands ne'er be clean ?ing. In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking No more o' that, my lord; no more o' that; you mar and other actual performances, what at any time have all with this starting. you heard her say ?

Doct. Go to, go to: you have known what you Gent. Thạt, sir, which I will not report after her. should not.

Doct. You may, to me; and 't is most meet you Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure should.

of that. Heaven knows what she has known. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one, having no wit- Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the ness to confirm my speech.

perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper.

Oh! oh! oh! Lo you ! here she comes. This is her very guise, and Doct. What a sigh iş, there! The heart is sorely upon my life fast asleep. Observe her: stand close. charged. Doct. How came she by that light ?

Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her for the dignity of the whole body. continually; 't iş her command.

Doct. Well, well, well. Doct. You see, her eyes are open.

Gent. Pray God, it be, sir. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.

Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she known those whịch have walked in their sleep, who rubs her hands.

have died holily in their beds. Gent. It is an accustomed action with her to seem Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown; thus washing her hands: I have known her continue look not so pale.--I tell you yet again, Banquo's in this a quarter of an hour.

buried : he cannot come out on 's grave. 2 Heap of dead game. 3 time: in folio, Rowe made the change.

1 Catch.

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Doct. Even so

Shall e'er have power upon thee.”—Then fly, falso Lady M. To bed, to bed : there's knocking at the And mingle with the English epicures: (thanes, gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, What's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to Shall never sag with doubt, nor shake with fear. bed, [Exit Lady MACBETH.

Enter a Servant. Doct. Will she go now to bed ?

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Gent. Directly.

Where got'st thou that goose look ?
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural deeds Serv. There is ten thousand
Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds


Geese, villain ? To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.


Soldiers, sir. More needs she the divine, than the physician.

Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, God, God, forgive us all! Look after her;

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?3 Remove from her the means of all annoyance,

Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine And still keep eyes upon her. -So, good night: Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face ? My mind she has mated', and amaz’d my sight.

Serv. The English force, so please you. I think, but dare not speak.

Macb. Take thy face hence.-[Exit Serv.4] Seyton ! Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. I am sick at heart,

When I behold-Seyton, I say !_ This push SCENE II.--The Country near Dunsinane.

Will chair me ever, or disseat me now. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, I have liv'd long enough: my May of life ANGUS, LENOx, and Soldiers.

Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf; Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, And that which should accompany old age, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes

I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Would, to the bleeding and the grim alarm,

Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Excite the mortified man.

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Ang. Near Birnam wood

Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother? Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
Len. For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file


What news more? Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,

Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reported. And many untough youths, that even now

Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack?d. Protest their first of manhood.

Give me my armour.
What does the tyrant ? Sey.

'T is not needed yet. Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

Macb. I'll put it on.
Some say, he's mad: others, that lesser hate him, Send out more horses, skirr? the country round;
Do call it valiant fury; but, for certain,

Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.“ He cannot buckle his distemper'd course

How does your patient, doctor ? Within the belt of rule.


Not so sick, my lord, Ang. Now does he feel

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, His secret murders sticking on his hands;

That keep her from her rest. Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach :


Cure her of that. Those he commands move only in command,

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe

Raze out the written troubles of the brain, Upon a dwarfish thief.

And with some sweet oblivious antidote Ment.

Who, then, shall blame Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous grief,8 His pester'd senses to recoil and start,

Which weighs upon the heart ? When all that is within him does condemn


Therein the patient Itself, for being there?

Must minister unto himself.
Well; march we on,

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.To give obedience where 't is truly owd:

Come, put mine armour on : give me my staff. Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal ;

Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me.And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Come, sir, despatch.—If thou couldst, doctor, cast Each drop of us.

The water of my land, find her disease,
Or so much as it needs

And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. I would applaud thee to the very echo,
Make we our march towards Birnam.

That should applaud again.-Pull’t off

, I say.[Exeunt, marching. What rhubarb, senna', or what purgative drug,

Would scour these English hence ?-Hear'st thou of SCENE III.--Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.

them? Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.

Doct. Ay, my good lord: your royal preparation Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all: Makes us hear something. Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,


Bring it after me.I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm ? I will not be afraid of death and bane, Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

[Exit. All mortal consequences have pronounc'd me thus:- Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, “ Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit.


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SCENE IV-Country near Dunsinane: a Wood in Mess. Gracious my lord, view.

I should report that which I say I saw, Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, old SIWARD, But know not how to do?t.

Macb. and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, Angus,

Well, say, sir. LENOx, Rosse, and Soldiers marching.

Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,

I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand,

The wood began to move. That chambers will be safe.

Macb. Ment. We doubt it nothing.

Liar, and slave!

Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so. Siw. What wood is this before us? Ment.

The wood of Birnam. Within this three mile may you see it coming;

I say, a moving grove. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,


If thou speak'st false,
And bear it before him: thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,

Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
Err in report of us.

I care not if thou dost for me as much.
It shall be done.

I pull in resolution; and begin
Siw. We learn no other but the confident tyrant

To doubt th' equivocation of the fiend, Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure

That lies like truth : “Fear not, till Birnam wood Qur setting down before 't. Mal. T is his main hope;

Do come to Dunsinane ;'and now a wood For where there is advantage to be gotten,

Comes toward Dunsinane.---Arm, arm, and out ! Both moreand less have given him the revolt,

If this, which he avouches, does appear,

There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. And none serve with him but constrained things,

I’gin to be a-weary of the sun, Whose hearts are absent too.

And wish th' estate o' the world were now undone. Macd.

Let our just censures

Ring the alarum bell !--Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership.

At least we'll die with harness on our back. [Exeunt. Siw.

The time approaches, SCENE VI.-The Same. A Plain before the Castle. That will with due decision make us know

Enter, with Drums and Colours, Malcolm, old SIWARD, What we shall say we have, and what we owe.

MacDUFF, &c., and their Army with Boughs. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,

Mal. Now near enough : your leafy screens throw But certain issue strokes must arbitrate; Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. And show like those you are.-You, worthy uncle,

SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,
and Soldiers.

Shall take upon's what else remains to do,
Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; According to our order.
The cry is still, “ They come !" Our castle's strength Siw.

Fare you well.
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Till famine and the ague eat them up.

Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Were they not farc'd with those that should be ours, Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,

breath, [A cry within, of Women. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. And beat them backward home. What is that noise ?

[Exeunt. Alarums continued. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. [Exit.* SCENE VII.—The Same. Another Part of the Plain.

Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fear. The time has been, my senses would have quail'd

Enter MACBETH. To hear a night-shriek; and my fello of hair

Macb. They have tied me to a stake : I cannot fly, Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir,

But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-

-What's he,
As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors : That was not born of woman? Such a one
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Am I to fear, or none.
Cannot once start me.

Enter young SIWARD.
Re-enter SEYTON.?

Yo. Siw. What is thy name?
Wherefore was that cry?


Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter Macb. She should have died hereafter:

name, There would have been a time for such a word. Than any is in hell. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,


My name's Macbeth. Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title To the last syllable of recorded time;

More hateful to mine ear. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools


No, nor more fearful. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant: with my sword Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,

I'll prove the lie thou speak’st. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Thou wast born of woman :Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Signifying nothing.

Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit. Enter a Messenger.


Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. Thou com’st to use thy tongue; thy story, quickly. Macd. That way the noise is.-Tyrant, show thy face! * given: in f, e. 3 forc'd: in f. e. 4 Not in f. e.

7 Not in f. e.

2 Greater.

5 cool'd: in f. e.

6 Skin.


If thou be slain, and with no stroke of mine,

I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. And damn'd be he that first cries, "Hold, enough !" I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms

Eceunt, fighting. Are hir'd to bear their staves : either thou, Macbeth, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and Colours, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,

MALCOLM, old SIWard, Rosse, Thanes, and Soldiers. I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be : Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. By this great clatter, one of greatest note

Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune,

So great a day as this is cheaply bought. And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.

Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt : Siw. This way, my lord.--The castle's gently render'd: He only liv'd but till he was a man, The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;

The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd The noble thanes do bravely in the war.

In the unshrinking station where he fought, The day almost itself professes yours,

But like a man he died. And little is to do.


Then he is dead ?
We have met with foes

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of
That strike beside us.
Siw. Enter, sir, the castle. (Exeunt. Alarum. Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
Re-enter MACBETH.

It hath no end.
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die Siw.

Had he his hurts before ?
On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Do better upon them.


Why then, God's soldier pe he.
Re-enter MacdUFF.

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
Turn, hell-hound, turn.

I would not wish them to a fairer death :
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:

And so, his knell is knoll’d. But get thee back; my soul is too much charg'd


He's worth more sorrow, With blood of thine already.

And that I'll spend for him.

I have no words;

He's worth no more:
My voice is in my sword : thou bloodier villain They say, he parted well, and paid his score,
Than terms can give thee out !

[They fight. And God be with him !-Here comes newer comfort. Macb.

Thou losest labour. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head, on a Pike. As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art. Behold, where With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed :


[ Sticking the Pike in the ground. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

The usurper's cursed head : the time is free. 1 bear a charmed life, which must not yield

I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
To one of woman born.

That speak my salutation in their minds;
Despair thy charm;

Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,-
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Hail, king of Scotland !
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb


Hail, king of Scotland! [Flourish. Untimely ripp'd.

Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, Before we reckon with our several loves, For it hath cow'd my better part of man:

And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,

Henceforth be earls; the first that ever Scotland That palter with us in a double sense ;

In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, That keep the word of promise to our ear,

Which would be planted newly with the time, And break it to our hope.--I'll not fight with thee. As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, Macd. Then, yield thee, coward,

That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:

Producing forth the cruel ministers We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen, Painted upon a pole, and underwrit,

Who, as 't is thought, by self and violent hands “Here may you see the tyrant."

Took off her life ;-this, and what needful else

I will not yield, That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, We will perform in measure, time, and place.
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

So, thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,

Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. And thou oppos'd be of no woman born,

(Flourish. Exeunt. Yet I will try the last. Before my body

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