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Gent. 'Pray God it be, sir.
Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Doct. This disease is beyond my practice : yet Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, I have known those which have walked in their He cannot buckle his distempered course sleep, who have died holily in their beds. Within the belt of rule.
Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night- Ang. Now does he feel. gown; look not so pale: I tell you yet again, His secret murders sticking on his hands; Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ; Doct. Even so ?
Those he commands, move only in command, Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at Nothing in love: now does he feel his title the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe hand: what 's done cannot be undone : to bed, to Upon a dwarfish thief. bed, to bed.
[Exit. Ment. Who then shall blame Doct. Will she go now to bed ?
His pestered senses to recoil and start, Gent. Directly.
When all that is within him does condemn Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad : unnatural Itself for being there? deeds
Cath. Well, march we on, Do breed unnatural troubles : infected minds To give obedience where 't is truly owed : To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. Meet we the medicin of the sickly weal; More needs she the divine than the physician. And with him pour we, in our country's purge, God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ; Each drop of us. Remove from her the means of all annoyance, Len. Or so much as it needs, And still keep eyes upon her : so, good night: To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight: Make we our march towards Birnam. I think, but dare not speak.
[Exeunt, marching Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-T'he country near Dunsinane.
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.
Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them fly all; Enter, with drums and colors, MENTETH, CATH-IT
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm ? Ment. The English power is near, led on by Was he not born of woman ? The spirits that know Malcolm,
All mortal consequences, have pronounced me thus : His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. “Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Shall e'er have power upon thee.”—Then fly, false Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,
thanes, Excite the mortified man.
And mingle with the English epicures : Ang. Near Birnam wood
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with his
Enter a Servant. brother? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son, Where gott'st thou that goose look ? And many unrough youths, that even now
Serv. There is ten thousand — Protest their first of manhood.
Macb. Geese, villain ? Ment. What does the tyrant ?
Soldiers, sir. Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : | Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch ? Come, sir, despatch. — If thou couldst, doctor, cast
Serv. The English force, so please you. I would applaud thee to the very echo,
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, When I behold — Seyton, I say!- This push Would scour these English hence? Hearest thou Will chair me ever, or disseat me now.
of them ? I have lived long enough : my May of life
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Is fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf :
Makes us hear something. And that which should accompany old age, Macb. Bring it after me. — As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I will not be afraid of death and bane, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not, Profit again should hardly draw me here.' [Exit. Seyton !Enter SEYTON.
SCENE IV. - Country near Dunsinane. A Wood Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
in view. Macb. What news more ? Sey. All is confirmed, my lord, which was re
Enter, with drums and colors, MALCOLM, Old ported.
SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, Macb I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be
CATHNESS, Angus, LENOX, Rosse, and Solhacked.
diers, marching. Give me my armor.
Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand Sey. T is not needed yet.
That chambers will be safe. Macb. I'll put it on.
Ment. We doubt it nothing. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Siw. What wood is this before us? Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine ar Ment. The wood of Birnam. mor. —
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, How does your patient, doctor ?
And bear 't before him : thereby shall we shadow Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
The numbers of our host, and make discovery As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies Err in report of us. That keep her from her rest.
Sold. It shall be done. Macb. Cure her of that:
Sir. We learn no other but the confident tyCanst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
Mal. 'Tis his main hope:
Both more and less have given him the revolt ; Doct. Therein the patient
And none serve with him but constrained things, Must minister to himself.
Whose hearts are absent too. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs. I'll none Macd. Let our just censures of it. —
Attend the true event, and put we on Come, put mine armor on; give me my staff: Industrious soldiership. Seyton, send out. — Doctor, the thanes iy from Siw. The time approaches me. — | That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Mess. Gracious my lord,
But know not how to do it.
Macb. Well, say, sir. [Exeunt, marching. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move. SCENE V. - Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Macb. Liar and slave !
Mess. Let me endure your wrath if't be not so: Enter, with drums and colors, MACBETH,
Within this three mile may you see it coming : SEYTON, und Soldiers.
I say, a moving grove. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Macb. If thou speak'st false, walls :
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, The cry is still, “ They come.” Our castle's Till famine cling thee : if thy speech be sooth, strength
I care not if thou dost for me as much. —
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend Were they not farc'd with those that should be That lies like truth : “ Fear not till Birnam wood ours,
No come to Dunsinane;" and now a wood We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, Comes toward Dunsinane. — Arm, arm, and And beat them backward home. What is that
out! noise ? [A cry within, of women. If this which he avouches does appear, Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: I’gin to be a-weary of the sun, The time has been, my senses would have quailed And wish the estate o' the world were now unTo hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
done. Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
Ring the alarum bell! Blow wind! come wrack ! As life were in 't: I have supped full with hor- At least we'll die with harness on our back. rors;
[Exeunt. Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry?
SCENE VI. — The same. A Plain before the Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
_ Enter, with drums and colors, MALCOLM, Old
SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, with To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
boughs. To the last syllable of recorded time;
Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
throw down, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! And shew like those you are. - You, worthy Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
uncle, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, And then is heard no more : it is a tale
Lead our first battle; worthy Macduff, and we, Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, Signifying nothing.
According to our order.
Siw. Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them By this great clatter, one of greatest note all breath,
Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune! Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. And more I beg not.
[Exit. Alarum. [Exeunt. Alarums continued.
Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord. The castle's gently SCENE VII. — The same. Another part of the
rendered : Plain.
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
Mal. We have met with foes But, bear-like, I must fight the course. - What's That strike beside us. .. he
Siw. Enter, sir, the castle. That was not born of woman? Such a one
• [Excunt. Alarums. Am I to fear, or none.
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and Yo. Siw. What is thy name?
die Macb. Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the Yo. Six. No; though thou call'st thyself a | gashes hotter name
Do better upon them.
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : More hateful to mine ear.
But get thee back, my soul is too much charged Macb. No, nor more fearful.
With blood of thine already. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my Macd. I have no words, sword
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain I'll prove the lie thou speak’st.
Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. [They fight, and Young SIWARD is slain. Macb. Thou losest labor : Macb. Thou wast born of woman. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, I With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed : Brandished by man that's of a woman born, Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
[Exit. I bear a charméd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
Macd. Despair thy charm; Macd. That way the noise is. — Tyrant, shew And let the angel whom thou still hast served, thy face:
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, Untimely ripped. My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. Macb. Acourséd be that tongue that tells me so, I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms. For it hath cowed my better part of man! Are hired to bear their staves : either thou, Mac- And be these juggling fiends no more believed beth,
That palter with us in a double sense; Or else my sword, with an unbattered edge, That keep the word of promise to our ear, I sheathe again unheeded. There thou shouldst And break it to our hope. - I'll not fight with be;
Mocd. Then yield thee, coward,
I would not wish them to a fairer death :
And that I'll spend for him. “ Here may you see the tyrant."
Siw. He's worth no more; Macb. I'll not yield,
They say, he parted well, and paid his score : To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, So God be with him!— Here comes newer comAnd to be baited with the rabble's curse.
fort. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
| Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head on a Yet I will try the last. Before my body
pole. I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff; Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: behold And damned be him that first cries, “Hold,
where stands enough.”
[Exeunt, fighting. The usurper's curséd head : the time is free:
I see thee compassed with thy kingdom's pearl, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drums and col
That speak my salutation in their minds; ors, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, RossE, LENOX,
| Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, AGNUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.
Hail, King of Scotland ! Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe ar- AU. Hail, king of Scotland! [Flourish. rived.
Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of Siw. Some must go off : and yet, by these I see,
time So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Before we reckon with your several loves,
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. And make us even with you. My thanes and Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's
kinsmen, debt :
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland He only lived but till he was a man;
In such an honor named. What's more to do, The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed Which would be planted newly with the time, In the unshrinking station where he fought, As calling home our exiled friends abroad, But like a man he died.
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; Siv. Then he is dead ?
Producing forth the cruel ministers Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen cause of sorrow
(Who, as 't is thought, by self and violent hands Must not be measured by his worth, for then Took off her life); — this, and what needful else It hath no end.
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Siw. Had he his hurts before? We will perform in measure, time, and place : Rosse. Ay, on the front.
So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he! Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone. Had I as many sons as I have hairs,