L. Macd. Poor bird ! thou ’dst never fear the I dare abide no longer. [Exit Messenger. net, nor lime,

L. Macd. Whither should I fly? The pit-fall, nor the gin.

I have done no harm. But I remember now Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they I am in this earthly world; where to do harm are not set for. —

Is often laudable; to do good, sometime My father is not dead, for all your saying. Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas ! L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do Do I put up that womanly defense, for a father?

To say, I have done no harm ? — What are these Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ?

faces ? L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.

Enter Murderers. Son. Then you 'll buy 'em to sell again. Mur. Where is your husband ? L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, yet, i' faith,

Where such as thou mayst find him. With wit enough for thee.

Mur. He's a traitor. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?

Son. Thou liest, thou shag-eared villain. L. Macd. Ay, that he was.

Mur. What, you egg? [Stabbing him. Son. What is a traitor ?

Young fry of treachery?
L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. Son. He has killed me, mother:
Son. And be all traitors that do so?

Run away, I pray you.

[Dies. L. Macd. Every one that does so is a traitor, [Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying " Murder," and must be hanged.

and pursued by the Murderers. Son. And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?

L. Macd. Every one.
Son. Who must hang them?

SCENE III. — England. A Room in the King's L. Macd. Why, the honest men.

Palace. Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : for

Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF. there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them.

Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and L. Macd. Now God help thee, poor monkey!

there But how wilt thou do for a father?

Weep our sad bosoms empty. Son. If he were dead, you 'd weep for him: if Macd. Let us rather you would not, it were a good sign that I should Hold fast the mortal sword: and, like good men, quickly have a new father.

Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new L. Macd. Poor prattler, how thou talk’st.


New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorEnter a Messenger.

Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds

As if it felt with Scotland, and yelled out
Though in your state of honor I am perfect. Like syllable of dolor.
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly: Mal. What I believe, I'll wail ;
If you will take a homely man's advice,

What know, believe; and what I can redress,
Be not found here; hence with your little ones. As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
To fright you thus, methinks I am too savage; What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.
To do worse to you were fell cruelty,

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve Was once thought honest: you have loved him



you !

He hath not touched you yet. I am young; but Mal. It is myself I mean : in whom I know something

All the particulars of vice so grafted, You may deserve of him through me: and wisdom That, when they shall be ripened, black Macbeth To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb, Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state To appease an angry god.

Esteem him as a lamb, being compared Macd. I am not treacherous.

With my confineless harms. Mal. But Macbeth is.

Macd. Not in the legions A good and virtuous nature may recoil,

Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damned In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your In evils, to top Macbeth. pardon;

Mal. I grant him bloody, That which you are, my thoughts cannot trans- Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Rose :

Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell: That has a name: but there's no bottom, none, Though all things foul would wear the brows of In my voluptuousness : your wives, your daughgrace,

ters, Yet grace must still look so.

Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up Macd. I have lost my hopes.

The cistern of my lust; and my desire Mal. Perchance even there where I did find All continent impediments would o'erbear, my doubts.

That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth, Why in that rawness left you wife and child Than such a one to reign. (Those precious motives, those strong knots of Macd. Boundless intemperance love),

In nature is a tyranny; it hath been Without leave-taking ?— I pray you,

The untimely emptying of the happy throne, Let not my jealousies be your dishonors, And fall of many kings. But fear not yet But mine own safeties : you may be rightly just, To take upon you what is yours: you may Whatever I shall think.

Enjoy your pleasures in a spacious plenty, Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country! | And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodGreat tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,

wink. For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou We have willing dames enough; there cannot be thy wrongs;

That vulture in you, to devour so many
Thy title is affeered ! — Fare thee well, lord : As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
I would not be the villain that thou think'st Finding it so inclined.
For the whole space that 's in the tyrant's grasp, Mal. With this, there grows,
And the rich East to boot.

In my most ill-composed affection, such
Mal. Be not offended :

A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, I speak not as in absolute fear of you.

I should cut off the nobles for their lands; I think our country sinks beneath the yoke ; Desire his jewels, and this other's house; It weeps; it bleeds; and each new day a gash And my more-having would be as a sauce Is added to her wounds: I think, withal, To make me hunger more; that I should forge There would be hands uplifted in my right; Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, And here, from gracious England, have I offer Destroying them for wealth. Of goodly thousands. But, for all this,

Macd. This avarice When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Than summer-seeming lust; and it hath been Shall have more vices than it had before; The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will, By him that shall succeed.

Of your mere own. All these are portable, Macd. What should he be?

| With other graces weighed.

Mal. But I have none. The king becoming Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, graces,

Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, All ready at a point, was setting forth :) Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,

Now we'll together : and the chance of goodness Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,

Be like our warranted quarrel !- Why are you I have no relish of them; but abound

silent? In the division of each several crime,

Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I

once, should

'Tis hard to reconcile. Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound

Enter a Doctor All unity on earth.

Mal. Well; more anon. — Comes the king Macd. O, Scotland! Scotland !

forth, I pray you ? Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak : Doct. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched I am as I have spoken.

souls Macd. Fit to govern!

That stay his cure; their malady convinces
No, not to live. —0, nation miserable,

The great assay of art; but at his touch,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered, Such sanctity hath Heaven given his hand,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again; They presently amend.
Since that the truest issue of thy throne

Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Exit Doctor. By his own interdiction stands accursed,

Macd. What's the disease he means ?
And does blaspheme his breed ? Thy royal father Mal. 'Tis called the “evil:”
Was a most sainted king; the queen that bore A most miraculous work in this good king;

Which often, since my here-remain in England, Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, I have seen him do. How he solicits Heaven, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well ! Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people, These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself

All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, Have banished me from Scotland. --O, my breast, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Thy hope ends here!

Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Put on with holy prayers : and 't is spoken, Child of integrity, hath from my soul

To the succeeding royalty he leaves Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy; By many of these trains hath sought to win me | And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me That speak him full of grace. From over-credulous haste: but God above Deal between thee and me! for even now

Enter Rosse I put myself to thy direction, and

Macd. See, who comes here? Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him The taints and blames I laid upon myself,

not. For strangers to my nature. I am yet

Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;

Mal. I know him now : good God, betimes Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;

At no time broke my faith; would not betray The means that make us strangers !
The devil to his fellow; and delight

Rosse. Sir, amen.
No less in truth than life : my first false speaking Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?
Was this upon myself: what I am truly,

Rosse. Alas, poor country;
Is thine, and my poor country's, to command: Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot


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Be called our mother but our grave; where nothing, Rosse. No mind that's honest.
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; But in it shares some woe; though the main part
Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent Pertains to you alone.
the air,

Macd. If it be mine, Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow Keep it not from me; quickly let me have it. seems

Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for A modern ecstacy; the dead man's knell

ever, Is there scarce asked for who; and good men's Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound lives

That ever yet they heard. Expire before the flowers in their caps,

Macd. Humph! I guess at it. Dying or ere they sicken.

Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife and Macd. O, relation,

babes Too nice, and yet too true !

Savagely slaughtered : to relate the manner, Mal. What is the newest grief? Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer, Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the To add the death of you. speaker;

Macd. Merciful heaven! Each minute teems a new one.

What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Macd. How does my wife

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak, Rosse. Why, well.

Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it Macd. And all my children?

break. Rosse. Well, too.

Macd. My children too? Macd. The tyrant has not battered at their Rosse. Wife, children, servants, - all peace ?

That could be found. Rosse. No; they were well at peace when I did Macd. And I must be from thence ! leave them.

My wife killed too? Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech : how Rosse. I have said. goes it?

Mal. "Be comforted : Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,

To cure this deadly grief. Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor Macd. He has no children. — All my pretty Of many worthy fellows that were out;

ones ? Which was to my belief witnessed the rather, Did you say, all? O, hell-kite! All ? For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot. What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland At one fell swoop ? Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Mal. Dispute it like a man. To doff their dire distresses.

Macd. I shall do so; Mal. Be it their comfort,

But I must also feel it as a man : We are coming thither : gracious England hath I cannot but remember such things were, Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men; That were most precious to me. — Did Heaven An older and a better soldier none

look on, That Christendom gives out.

And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff, Rosse. 'Would I could answer

They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, This comfort with the like! But I have words Naught for their own demerits, but for mine, That would be howled out in the desert air, Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them Where hearing should not latch them.

now! Macd. What concern they?

Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword; let The general cause? or is it a fee-grief,

grief Due to some single breast ?

| Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.


Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine Mal. This tune goes manly. eyes,

Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; And braggart with my tongue ! — But, gentle Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth Heaven,

Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Cut short all intermission; front to front

Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;

you may; Within my sword's length set him; if he es- The night is long that never finds the day. саре,

[Exeunt. Heaven forgive him too!


SCENE I. — Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Doct. What is it she does now? Look how she

rubs her hands. Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting

Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to Gentlewoman.

seem thus washing her hands; I have known her Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but continue in this a quarter of an hour. can perceive no truth in your report. When was | Lady M. Yet here's a spot. it she last walked ?

Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night- more strongly. gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth Lady M. Out, damned spot ! out, I say !-paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards One; two; why, then 't is time to do't:– Hell seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while is murky!-- Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier and in a most fast sleep.

afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to re- none can call our power to account? — Yet who ceive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects would have thought the old man to have had so of watching. — In this slumbry agitation, besides much blood in him. her walking and other actual performances, what, Doct. Do you mark that? at any time, have you heard her say ?

Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. is she now? — What, will these hands ne'er be

Doct. You may to me; and 't is most meet you clean ? - No more o' that, my lord, no more o' should.

that: you mar all with this starting. Gent. Neither to you nor any one; having no Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you witness to confirm my speech.

should not.

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper.

sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lo you, here she comes ! This is her very guise; L Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this stand close.

little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Doct. How came she by that light?

Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by charged. her continually; 't is her command.

Gent. I would not have such a heart in my Doct. You see her eyes are open.

bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.

Doct. Well, well, well,

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