Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root, Macd. What's the disease he means? Mal. [Exit Doctor. 'T is call'd the evil: A most miraculous work in this good king, Mal. But I have none. The king-becoming graces, | All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, I have no relish of them; but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Macd. O Scotland, Scotland! ! Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, And does blaspheme his breed?-Thy royal father Mal. No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking Now, we'll together; and the chance of goodness once, 'T is hard to reconcile. 1 foisons in f. e. ; plenty. 2 Overcomes. The mere despair of surgery, he cures; To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Macd. Enter RossE. 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 remove The means that make us strangers! Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Alas, poor country! Is there scarce ask'd, for whom; and good men's lives Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech: how goes it? Mal. Rosse. Would I could answer Mal. Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? The general cause, or is it a fee-grief, No mind that's honest Macd. If it be mine, But I must also feel it like a man: I cannot but remember such things were, Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now! Macd. O! I could play the woman with mine eyes, This tune3 goes manly. Mal. [may; ACT V. A Room in the Castle. SCENE I.-Dunsinane. Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gentlewoman. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last 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. Doct. A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching. In this slumbery 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 't is most meet you should. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one, having no witness to confirm my speech. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper. 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? 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. [Taking out his Tables.* Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One; two: why, then 't is 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? Doct. Do you mark that? [Writing.5 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 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! hf 00 Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. 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 is her command. Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their sense is, shut. Doct. Well, well, well.— Gent. Pray God, it be, sir. Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she known those which have walked in their sleep, who 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. have died holily in their beds. 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 on's grave. 1 Catch. 2 Heap of dead game. 3 time: in folio. Rowe made the change. 45 Not in f. e 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. Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine, than the physician.-God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her.-So, good night: My mind she has mated', and amaz'd my sight. I think, but dare not speak. Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. 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. To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III.-Dunsinane. -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? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequences have pronounc'd me thus:"Fear not, Macbeth; no man that 's born of woman Shall e'er have power upon thee."-Then fly, false The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Sey. Macb. I'll put it on. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.Come, put mine armour on: give me my staff.Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me.Come, sir, despatch.-If thou couldst, doctor, cast 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 ?-Hear'st thou of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord: your royal preparation Makes us hear something. 9 in f. e. 3 Fool. 4 Not in f. e. 5 cheer in f. e. 6 way: in f. e. Johnson also suggested the change. cyme in folio. Rowe made the change. A Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane: a Wood in view. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, ROSSE, and Soldiers marching. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? The wood of Birnam. That will with due decision make us know SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Were they not farc'd3 with those that should be ours, Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. [Exit.* Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fear. The time has been, my senses would have quail'd3 To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir, As life were in 't. I have supp'd full with horrors: Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON." Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter': Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story, quickly. 1 given in f. e. 2 Greater. 3 forc'd in f. e. 4 Not in f. e. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt th' equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood And wish th' estate o' the world were now undone.— Mal. Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down, And show like those you are.-You, worthy uncle, Siw. Fare you well.Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII.-The Same. Another Part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. They have tied me to a stake: I cannot fly, Enter young SIWARD. Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. 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. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant: with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. Macb. [They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter MACDUff. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is.-Tyrant, show thy face! 5 cool'd: in f. e. 6 Skin. 7 Not in f. e. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back; my soul is too much charg'd With blood of thine already. Macd. I have no words ; My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! Macb. [They fight. Thou losest labour. As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; 1 bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee. And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: "Here may you see the tyrant." Macb. I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff, Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Then he is dead? I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, All. And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen, [Flourish. Exeunt. 1 Not in f. e. |