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Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they Son. He has kill'd me, mother : are not set for,

Run away, I pray you. My father is not dead, for all your saying. [father?

[Erit L. Macduff, crying murder. 1. Mucd. Yes, he is dead: How will thou do for a

SCENE III.
Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? 5
L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any

England.
market.

Enter Malcolm, and Macduff. Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Alal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all iny wit; and Weep our sad bosoms empty.

[there yet, i' faith,

101 Macd. Let us rather With wit enough for thee.

Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?

Bestride our down-faln birthdom': Each new L. Macd. Ay, that he was.

morn,

(rows Son. What is a traitor ?

New widows howl; new orphans cry ; new sorL. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. 15 Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds Son. And be all traitors, that do so ?

As if it felt with Scotland, and yellid out L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor,

Like syllable of dolour. and must be hang'd.

Jul. What I believe I'll wail: Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear What know, believe; and, what I can redress, and lie?

20 As I shall find ihre time to friend", I will. L. Macd. Every one.

What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. Son. Who must hang them?

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, L. Macd. Why, the honest men.

Was once thought honest; you have lov'd him well; Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but there are liars and swearers enough to beat the 25 something

[dom honest men, and hang them up.

Yoa may deserve of hin through me: and wisL. Macd. Now God help thee, poor monkey! To offer up a weak, poor innocent lamb, But how wilt thou do for a father :

Tv appease an angry god. Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him : if Macd. I am not treacherous. you would not, it were a good sign that I should 30 Mal. But Macbeth is. quickly have a new father.

A good and virtuous nature may recoil, [don; L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st! In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your parEnter a Messenger.

That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose: Mes. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you

Angels are bright still, though the brightest tell: known,

35 Though all things foul would wear the brows of Though in your state of honour I am perfect'. Yet grace must still look so.

(grace, I doubt some danger doth approach you nearly :

Macd. I have lost my hopes. If you will take a homely man's advice,

Mlal. Perchance, even there, where I did find
Be not found here: hence with your little ones.
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; 40 Why in that rawness' left you wife, and child,
To do worse to you? were fell cruelty, [you! (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love)
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve

Without leave-taking ?-I pray you,
I dare abide no longer. [Erit Messenger Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
L. Mucd. Whither should I fly?

But mine own safeties:-You may be rightly just,
I have done no harm. But I reniember now 45 Whatever I shall think.
I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, Mucd. Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Is otten laudable: to do good, sometime, Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas ! For goodness dares not check thee !-wear thou
Do I put up that womanly defence, [faces?

thy wrongs, To say, I have done no harın ?- What are these 50 His title is affear'd' !-- Fare thee well, lord: Enter Murderers.

I would not be the villain that thou think'st, Níur. Where is your husband ?

For the whole

space that's within the tyrant's grasp, L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, And the rich East to boot. Where such as tlou may'st find him.

Mal. Be not offended : Mur. He's a traitor.

55 I speak not as in absolute fear of you. Son. Thou ly’st, thou shag-ear'd villain. I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke: Mur. What, you egg?

It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Young fry of treachery?

Is added to their wounds: I think, wiihal, That is, though I am perfectly acquainted with your rank. ?i. e, not to acquaint you with, or give you warning of, your danger. }i. e. protect from utter destruction the privileges of our birth-right. *i. e. to befriend. Without previous provision, without due preparation.

6 Mr. Pope says affear dis a law term for confirm'd. Mr. Tollet proposes to read, “ The title is aifeer'd," and explains the passage thus : " Poor country, wear thou thy wrongs, the title to them is legally settled by those who had the final judication of it. Aifeerers had the power of confirming or moderating tines and aniercements."

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There would be hands uplifted in my right; Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
And here, from gracious England, have I offer Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Of goodly thousands: But, for all this,

Uproar the universal peace, confound
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, All unity on earth.
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country 5

Macd. Oh Scotland! Scotland !
Shall have more vices than it had before ;

Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, I am as I have spoken. By him that shall succeed.

Macd. Fit to govern! Macb. What should he be?

No, not to live.- nation miserable, Mal. It is myself I mean; In whom I know 10 With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, All the particulars of vice so grafted,

When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again ; That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Since that the truest issue of thy throne Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd

And does blaspheme his breed?-Thy royal father With my confineless liarms.

15 Was a most sainted king; the queen that bore thee, Macd. Not in the legions

Oftner upon her knees than on her feet,
Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd, Dy'devery day she liv’d. Fare thee well!
In evils, to top Macbeth.

These eviss thou repeat'st upon thyself,
Mal. I grant him bloody,

Have banislı'd me from Scotland.-Q, my breast, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,

20 Thy hope ends here ! Sudden', malicious, smacking of every sin

Mal. Macduff

, this noble passion, That has a name: But there's no bottom, none, Child of integrity, hath from my soul In my voluptuousness: your wives, yourdaughters, Wip'd the black scruples, reconcild my thoughts Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth, The cistern of my lust; and my desire 25 By many of these trains, hath sought to win me All continent impediments would o'er-bear, Into his power ; and modest wisdom plucks me That did oppose my will: Better Macbeth, From over-credulous haste: But God above Than such a one to reign.

Deal between thee and me! for even now Macd. Boundless intemperance

I put myself to thy direction, and In nature is a tyranny: it hath been

30Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure The untimely emptying of the happy throne, The taints and blames I laid upon myself, And fall of many kings. But fear not yet For strangers to my nature. I am yet To take upon you what is yours: you may

Unknown to woman; never was forsworn; Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink. 35 At no time broke my faith ; would not betray We have willing dames enough: there cannot be The devil to his fellow; and delight That vulture in you to devour so many

No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking As will to greatness dedicate themselves,

Was this upon myself: What I am truly, Finding it so inclin'd.

Is thine, and my poor country's, to command: Mal. With this, there grows,

40 Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, In my most ill-compos’d atfection, such

Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, A stanchless avarice, that were I king,

All ready at a point?, was setting forth : I should cut off the nobles for their lands; Now we'll together: And the chance, of goodness, Desire his jewels, and this other's house:

Be like our warranted quarrel* ! Why are you And my more-having would be as a sauce

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[onice, To make me hunger more; that I should forge Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal,

'Tis hard to reconcile. Destroying them for wealth.

Enter a Doctor. Macd. This avarice

Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root 50

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pray you? Than summer-seeming lust; and it hath been Doct. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls, The sword of our slain kings: Yet do not fear; That stay his cure: their malady convincess Scotland hath foysons to till up your will, The great essay of art; but, at his touch, Of your mere own: All these are portable, Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, With other graces weigh’d.

55 They presently amend. Mal, But I have none: the king-becoming graces,

Mai. I thank you, doctor.

(Exit. As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,

Macd. What's the disease he means ? Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,

Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil : Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,

A most miraculous work in this good king; I have no relish of them; but abound

160 Which often, since my here-remain in England, In the division of each several crimne,

'I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, That is, passionate, violent, basty. ? i. e. plenty. 3j. e. ready at a time. 4 The author of The Revisal

conceives the sense of the passage to be this : And may the success of that goodness, which is about to erert itself in my behalf, be such as may be equal to the justice of my quarrel. bi.e. over-powers, subdues.

Himself

Himself best knows: but strangely visited people, Macd. What concern they?
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiiul to the eye, The general cause? or is it a fee-grief,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures ;

Due to some single breast ?
Hanging a golden stamp' about their necks,

Rosse. No mind, that's honest, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, 5 But in it shares some woes; though the main part To the succeeding royalty he leaves

Pertains to you alone. The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, Macd. It it be mine, He hath a heavenly giit of prophecy;

Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. And sundry blessings bang about his throne, Rosse. Let not your ears despise mytongue forever, That speak him full of grace.

10 Which shali possess them with the heaviest sound, Enter kosse.

That ever yet they beard. Macd. See, who comes here?

Macd. Hum! I guess at it.

{babes, Mal. My countryman ; but yet I know him not. Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd; your wife, and Mucd. Niy ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Savagely siaughter’d: to relate the manner,

Mai. I know him now: Good God, betinies re- 15 Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer
The means that make us strangers ! [move To add the death of you.
Rosse. Sir, amen.

Mul. Merciful lieaven!
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?

What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Rosse. Alas, poor country;

Give sorrow words: Wie griet that does not speak, Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot

20 Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Becall'dour mother, but our grave: where nothing, Macd. My children 100? But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile ; Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all Where sighs,andgroans,andsbrieks that rentthe air, That could be found. Are inade, not mark’d; where violentsorrow seem: Macd. And I must be from thence ! A modern ecstacy: the dead man's knell 25 My wife kill'd 100 ? Is there scarce ask'd, for whom: and good men's Rosse. I have said. Expire before the flowers in their caps, [lives Mal. Be comforted: Dying or ere they sicken.

Let's make us meu'cines of our great revenge, Mucd. Oh, relation,

To cure this deadly grief. Too nice, and yet too true!

|39| Macd. He has no children.- All my prettyones? Mal. What is the newest gries?

Did you say, all:-Oh, hell-kite!-All? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss thespeaker: What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Each minute teems a new one.

At one fell stoop? Mucd. How does iny wite?

Mal. Dispute' it like a man. Rosse. Why, well.

35 Macd. I shall do so; Vacd. And all

my
children?

But I must also feel it as a man:
Rosse. Weil too.

I cannot but remember such things were, [on, Macd. Thetyrant has not batter'd at their peace? That were most precious to me.- Did heaven look Rosse. No; they were ali at peace when I did And would not take their part? Sinful Macduft, leave them.

[goes it :40 They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How Not for their own demerits, but for mine, [now ! Rosse. Whenicamehitherto transport thetidings, Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Alal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let Of many worthy fellows that were out;

grief Which was to niy belief witness'd the rather, 45 Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot :

Niacd. Oh, I could play the woman with mine Now is the time of lielp; your eye in Scotland

eyes,

(ven, Would create soldiers, make our women night, And braggart with my tongue !—But, gentle heaTo dutftheir dire distresses.

Cut short all intermission; front to front,
Mal. Be it their comfort,

|50|Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
We are coming hither: gracious England hath Within wy sword's length set him ; if he 'scape,
Lent us goud Siuard, and ten thousand men; Heaven, forgive him too!
An older, and a better soldier, none

Mal. This tune goes manly.
That Christendom gives out.

Come, go we to the king ; our power is ready; Rosse. 'Would I could answer

55 Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth This comfort with the like! But I have words, Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above [ınay; That would be bowl'd out in the desert air, Puton their instruments''. Receive what cheer you Where hearing should not catch them.

The night is long, that never finds the day. [Ére. Meaning the coin called an angel, the value of which was ten shillings. 2 i. e. common. dof is to do off, to put ojf. * The folio reads latch them, and perhaps rightly, as to latch (in the North country dialect) signifies the same as to catch. 5 A grief that hath a single owner. Quarry is a term used both in hunting and falconry, and in both sports it means either the game that is pursued, or the game after it is killed. Swoop is the descent of a bird of prey on his game. & i. e. contend with your sorrow like a inan. *i, e, all pause.

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Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a Waiting-Gentle should not. сотап.

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am Doct. I

Have two nights watched with you, but sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known.

can perceive no truth in your report. 5 Lady. Here's the smell of the blood still: all When was it she last walk'd?

the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I hand. Oh! oh! oh! have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night- Doct. What a sigh is there? the heart is sorely gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth pa- charg'd. per, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal 10 Gent. I would not have such a heart in my

boit, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a som, for the dignity of the whole body. . most fast sleep.

Doct. Well, well, well, Doct. A great perturbation in nature, to receive Gent. Pray God, it be, sir. at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effecis of Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet watching.-In this slumbry agitation, besides her 15 I have known those which have walk'd in their walking, and other actual performances, what, at sleep, who have died holily in their beds. any time, have you heard her say?

Lady. Wash your hands, put on your nightGent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. gown; look not so pale:- I tell you yet again,

Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. should.

20 Doct. Even so ? Gent. Neither to you, nor any one ; having no Lady. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the witness to confirm iny speech.

gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your Enter Lady Macbeth with a Taper. hand; What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, you, here she comes! This is her very guise ; to bed, to bed.

[Exit Lady. and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her;25 Doct. Will she go now to bed ? stand close.

Gent. Directly.

[deeds Doct. How came she by that light?

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unatural Gent. Why, it stood by ber; she has light by Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds her continually; 'tis her cominand.

To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. Doct. You see, her eyes are open.

30 More needs she the divine, than the physician.-Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.

God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she Remove from hier the means of all anpoyance, rubs her hands.

And still keep eyes upon her:-So, good-night: Gent. It is an accustom'd action with her, to My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight: seem thus washing her hands; I have known her 35 I think, but dare not speak. continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Ereunt. Lady. Yet here's a spot.

S CE NE II. Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what Drum and Colours. Enter Menteth, Catlmess, comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the

ringus, Lenox, und Soldiers. more strongly.

140 Ment. The English power is near, led on by Lady. Out, damu'd spot ! out,

I - One: Hisuncle Siward, and the good Macduff. [Malcolin, Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't ;-Hell is Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes murky' !-t'ie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afraid? Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, what need we fear who knows it, when none can Excite the mortified man'. call our power to account?-Yet who would have 45 Ang. Near Birnam wood

[ing. thought the old man to have had so much blood Shall we well meet them; that way are they comin him?

Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Doct. Do you mark that?

brother? Lady. The thane of Fife had a wife ; Where is Len. For certain, sir, he is not : I have a lile she now ?-What, will these bands ne'er be 50 Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, clean ?-No more o' that, my lord, no more o' And many unrough youths*, that even now that: you mar all with this starting.

Protest their first of manhood. * Mr. Steevens with great acuteness observes on this passage, that Lady Macbeth is acting over in a dream the business of the murder of Duncan, and encouraging her husband as when awake; and certainly imagines herself here talking to Macbeth, who (she supposes) has just said, Flellis murky, (i.e. hell is a dismal place to go to in consequence of such a deed) and repeats his words in contempt of his cowardice; Hellis murky:- Fie, fie, nylord, fie! a soldier and afraid? ?i. e. astonished, contounded. • By the mortified man, is meant, a religious; one who has subdues his passions, is dead to the world, has abandoned it, and all the aitairs of it: an Ascetic. 4j. e. smooth-faced, unbearded youths.

Vent.

say !

Ment. What does the tyrant?

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Seyton

[not. Some say, he's mad; others that lesser hate him,

Enter Seyton. Do call it valiant fury : but, for certain,

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

5 Mac). What news more?

[ed. Within the belt of rule.

Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reportAng. Now he does feel

Niacb. I'll fight, 'till from my bones my flesh His secret murders sticking on his hands;

be hack'd.
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Give me my armour.
Those, he coinmands, move only in command, 10 Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.
Nothing in love: now does he teel his title

Macb. I'll put it on.
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Send out more horses, skirr' the country round;
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Ilang those that talk of fear. --Give me mine Ment. Who then shall blame

armour. His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, 15 How does your patient, doctior? When all that is within him does condemn

Doct. Not so sick, my lord, Itself, for being there?

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Cath. Well, march we on,

That keep her from her rest.
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:

Muco. Cure her of that:
Meet we the medecin' of the sichly weal; 20 Canslybou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Each drop of us.

Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;
Len. Or so much as it needs,

And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff, Make we our march towards Birnam.

25 Which weighs upon the heart? [Exeunt, marching. Doct. Therein the patient SCENE III.

Must minister to himself. Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.

Nacb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it-

Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them fly 30 Seyton, sendout.--Doctor, the thanes flyfrom me: Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, (all; Come, sir, dispatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, cast I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The water of my land, find her disease, Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know And purge it to a sound and pristine health, All mortal consciences, have pronounc'd me thus: I would applaud thee to the very echo, Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, 35 That should applaud again.--Pull’t off, I say.Shall der have power upon thee.-Then fly, false What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, And mingle with the English epicures: (thanes, Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,

of them? Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation

40 Makes us hear something.
Enter a Serrant.

Macb. Bring it after me.-
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Where got'st thou that goose look?

[loon! 'Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. Ser. There is ten thousand

Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Macb. Geese, villain ?

45 Profit again should hardly draw me here. (Exe. Ser. Soldiers, sir.

SCENE IV.
Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lilly-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch* ?

Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine

Macduff, Siward's Son, Menteth, Cathness, Are counsellors to fear'. What soldiers whey-face : 50 Angus, and Soldiers marching. Ser. The English force, so please you.

Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !--I am

That chambers will be safe.
sick at heart.

Ment. We doubt it nothing,
When I behold-Seyton, I say !—This push Siw. What wood is this before us?
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.

55 Ment. The wood of Birnam. I have liv'd long enough: my May of life

Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Is fall’n into the sear", the yellow leaf:

And bear't before him ; thereby shall we shadow And that which should accompany old age, The number of our host, and make discovery As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Err in report of us. I must not look to have; but, in their stead, 60 Sol. It shall be done. Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant

' i. e. physician. ? To sag, or swag, is to sink down by its own weight, or by an overload. Loon signifies a base fellow. 4 i. e, fool. The meaning is, they infect others who see them with cowardice, Sear is dry. ? To skirr signifies to scour, to ride hastily. * To cust the water was the phrase in use for tinding out disorders by the inspection of urive.

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