What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell fwoop? Mal. Difpute it like a man. But I muft alfo feel it as a man. I cannot but remember fuch things were, A That were moft precious to me. Did heaven look on, t Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; Within my fword's length fet him; if he 'scape, "Heaven forgive him too! Mal. This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the King, our power is ready; Is ripe for fhaking, and the powers above Put on their inftruments. Receive what cheer you may; The night is long that never finds the day. [Exeunts u P. and all after, except C. add s P. and all after, except C. wrath Then before beaven. foreAnger w The fo's read time; tune is R. P. and all after, beaven for bea- emendation. H ACÍ Enter a Doctor of Phyfick, and a waiting Gentlewoman. Have two nights watch'd with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it fhe laft walk'd? Gent. Since his Majefty went into the field, I have seen her rife from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon 't, read it, afterwards feal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a moft faft fleep. Do. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at once the benefit of fleep, and do the effects of watching. In this flumbry agitation, befides her walking, and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her fay? No defcription in fʊ's. All but the fo's and C. omit waiting. Gent. Gent. That, Sir, which I will not report after her. Dod. You may to me, and 'tis moft 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 guife; and, upon my life, faft afleep. Obferve her; ftand clofe. Doct. How came fhe by that light? Gent. Why, it flood by her: fhe has light by her continually, 'tis her command. Dot. You fee, her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their fenfe is fhut. Doct. What is it fhe does now? Look how the rubs her hands. Gent. It is an accuftom'd action with her, to feem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady. Yet here's a spot. Do. Hark, fhe fpeaks. I will fet down what comes from her, to fatisfy my remembrance the more ftrongly. Lady. Out, damned fpot; out, I fay-One, two; why then 'tis time to do 't-Hell is murky. Fie, my Lord, fie! a foldier, and cafear'd? 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 fo much blood in him? Doc. Do you mark that? Lady. The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is the 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. d Dat. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. Gent. She has fpoke what she should not, I am fare of that: Heaven knows what fhe has known. Lady. Here's the fmell of the blood ftill; all the perfumes of Arabia will not fweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, -oh! Do. What a figh is there! the heart is forely charg'd. Gent. I would not have fuch a heart in my bofom for the dignity of the whole body. Doc. Well, well, well Gent. Pray God it be, Sir. 1 Dol. This difeafe is beyond my practice; yet I have known those which have walk'd in their fleep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown, look not fo pale-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out & on 's grave. Doc. Even fo? Lady. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. The three laft fo's, R. P. and H. mit ibis. the. f The first f. bart. 8 P. and all after, of bis for ones; Come, The laft fo's, R. P. and H, omit except C. who reads of's." Come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed. Do&. Will he now go to bed? Gent. Directly. [Exit Lady. Doct. Foul whifp'rings are abroad; unnatural deeds Gent. Good night, good Doctor. S CEN E IL h A Field, with a Wood at diftance. [Exeunt * Drum and colours. Enter Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, and foldiers. Ment. The Englih power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Seyward, and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes * Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm Excite the mortified man. • P. and H. Good God, forgive, &c. i Drum and colours omitted by all but b C. Country near Dunfinane. No the fo's and C. description in the fo's. * The three last fo's and R. omit this line, |