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Gent. 'Pray God it be, sir.

Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.

Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale: I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. 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.

Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Gent. Directly.

[Exit.

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Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural Itself for being there?

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SCENE II.-The country near Dunsinane.

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SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.
Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all;

Enter, with drums and colors, MENTETH, CATH-Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
NESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers.

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,

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.

Ang. Near Birnam wood

Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with his
brother?

Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
And many unrough youths, that even now
Protest their first of manhood.

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All mortal consequences, have pronounced me thus:
"Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee."-Then fly, false
thanes,

And mingle with the English epicures:
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear.

Enter a Servant.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where gott'st thou that goose look?

Serv. There is ten thousand

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Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey face?
Serv. The English force, so please you.
Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am That should applaud again. - Pull 't off, I say.

Come, sir, despatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,

sick at heart,

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When I behold — Seyton, I say! This push
Will chair me ever, or disseat me now.
I have lived long enough: my May of life
Is fall'n into the scar, the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not,
Seyton!-

Enter SEYTON.

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?
Macb.

What news more?

And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,

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Sey. All is confirmed, my lord, which was re- Enter, with drums and colors, MALCOLM, Old

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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.

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For when there is advantage to be gotten,

Both more and less have given him the revolt;
And none serve with him but constrainéd things,
Whose hearts are absent too.

Macd. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

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The cry is still, "They come." Our castle's Till famine cling thee if thy speech be sooth,

strength

Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,
Till famine and the ague eat them up:

I care not if thou dost for me as much.

I pull in resolution; and begin

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,

We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home. What is that
noise? [A cry within, of women.
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
The time has been, my senses would have quailed
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir

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If this which he avouches does appear,
There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
I'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

And wish the estate o' the world were now un-
done.

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.

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The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! And shew like those you are. -You, worthy

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Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them By this great clatter, one of greatest note

all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune!
And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum.

Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD.

[Exeunt. Alarums continued.

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Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I can- And little is to do.
Mal.

not fly,

But, bear-like, I must fight the course. -What's That strike beside us.

he

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thy face:

[Exit.

Siw.

We have met with foes

Enter, sir, the castle.

[Exeunt. Alarums.

Re-enter MACBETH.

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Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already.

I have no words,

Macd.
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out! [They fight.

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As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

I bear a charméd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.

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Macd. That way the noise is. -Tyrant, shew And let the angel whom thou still hast served,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripped.

If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms
Are hired to bear their staves: either thou,
beth,

Or else my sword, with an unbattered edge,

Macb. Accurséd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
Mac-And be these juggling fiends no more believed
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. -I'll not fight with

I sheathe again unheeded. There thou shouldst be;

thee.

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To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff;
And damned be him that first cries, Hold,
enough."
[Exeunt, fighting.
Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drums and col-
ors, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX,
AGNUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.

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Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's
debt:

He only lived but till he was a man;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.

Siw. Then he is dead?

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Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honor named. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen

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