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MACBETH.

Ach IV.
Macduff is fled to England.

L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for
Macb.
Fled to England ?

a father?
Len. Ay, my good lord.

Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st' my dread ex- L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any ploits :

market.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,

Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and
The very firstlings of my heart shall be

yet, i'faith,
The firstlings of my hand. And even now With wit enough for thee.
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?
and done :

L. Macd. Ay, that he was.
The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;

Son. What is a traitor ?
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword L. Nacd. Why, one that swears and lies.'
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Son. And be all traitors, that do so ?
That traced his line. No boasting like a fool ; L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor,
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool : and must be hanged.
But no more sights !-Where are these gentlemen ? Son. And must they all be hang'd, that gwear
Come, bring me where they are.

(Exeunt. and lie ?

L. Macd. Every one.
SCENE II.-Fife. A room in Macduff's castle.
Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse.

Son. Who must hang them ?

L. Macd. Why, the honest men.
L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : for
the land ?

there are liars and swearers enough to beat the
Rosse. You must have patience, madam. honest men, and hang up them.
L. Macd.

He had none: L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey?
His flight was madness: When our actions do not, But how will thou do for a father?
Our fears do make us traitors."

Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you
Rosse.

You know not, would not, it were a good sign that I should quicks
Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.

ly have a new father.
L. Macd. Wisdom to leave his wife, to leavel L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st!
his babes,

Enter a Messenger.
His mansion, and his titles, in a place
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;

Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you
He wants the natural touch :* for the poor wren,

known, The most diminutive of birds, will fight,

Though in your state of honour I am persect. Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly : All is the fear, and nothing is the love;

If you will take a homely man's advice, As little is the wisdom, where the light

Be pot found here; hence, with your little ones.
So runs against all reason.

To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage ;
Rosse.

My dearest coz',

To do worse to you, were fell cruelty,
I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows

you!
The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much I dare abide no longer. (Exit Messenger.
further :

L. Macd.

Whither should I fly ? But cruel are the times, when we are traitors,

I have done no harm. But I remember now And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, From what we fear, yet know not what we fear;

Is osten laudable : to do good, sometime,
But float upon a wild and violent sea,

Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas!
Each way, and move.--I take my leave of you: Do I put up that womanly defence,
Shall not be long but I'll be here again :

To say I have done no harm ?-What are these
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb up-

faces ? ward

Enter Murderers.
To what they were before.- My pretty cousin, Mur. Where is your husband ?
Blessing upon you!

L. Macd. I hope in no place so unsanctified,
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Where such as thou may’st find him.
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, Mur,

He's a traitor.
it would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain.
I take my leave at once.
(Erit Rosse. Mur.

What, you egg? L. Macd.

Sirrah, your father's dead; And what will you do now? How will you live?

(Stabbing him.

Young fry of treachery? Son. As birds do, mother.

Son.

He has killed me, mother ;
L. Macd.
What, with worms and flies ? Run away, I pray you.

(Dies. Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they.

[Èxil Lady Macduff, crying murder, L. Macd. Poor bird! thou’dst never fear the net,

and pursued by the Murderers. nor lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin.

SCENE III.-England. A room in the King's Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they palace. Enter Malcolm and Macduff. are not set for.

Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and My father is not dead, for all your saying.

there (1) Preventest, by taking away the opportunity. (4) Natural affection. (2) Follow 13) i. e. Our flight is considered as evidence of of reproach.

(5) Sirrah was not in our author's time a term

a Our treason,

(6) I am persectly acquainted with your rank.

a

Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Macd.

Let us rather Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, That has a name: But there's no bottom, none, Bestride our downfall'n birthdom :' Each new In my voluptuousness : your wives, your daughters, morn,

Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up
New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows The cistern of my lust; and my desire
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds All continent impediments would o'er-bear,
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out That did oppose my will: Better Macbeth,
Like syllable of dolour.

Than such a one to reign.
Mal.
What I believe, I'll wail ; Macd.

Boundless intemperance
What know, believe; and, what I can redress, In nature is a tyranny ; it hath been
As I shall find the time to friend,” I will.

The untimely emptying of the happy throne, What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. And fall of many kings. But fear not yet This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongue, To take upon you what is yours : you may Was once thought honest : you have lov'd him well; Convey your pleasures in a spacious pleniy, He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink. something

We have willing dames enough; there cannot be You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom That vulture in you, to devour so many To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb, As will to greatness dedicate themselves, To appease an angry god.

Finding it so inclin'd. Macd. I am not treacherous.

Mal.

With this, there grows, Nal.

But Macbeth is. In my most ill-compos'd affection, such A good and virtuous nature may recoil,

A stanchless avarice, that were I king, In an imperial charge.' But 'crave your pardon; I should cut off the nobles for their lands; That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose: Desire his jewels, and this other's house: Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : And my morc-having would be as a sauce Though all things foul would wear the brows or To make me hunger more; that I should forge grace,

Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, Yet grace must still look so.

Destroying them for wealth.
Macd.

I have lost my hopes.
Macd.

This avarice Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root my doubts.

Than suminer-seeding lust: and it hath been Why in that rawness left you wise and child The sword of our slain kings: Yel do not sear; (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will, Without leave-taking ?-I pray you,

Of vour mere own : All these are portable, I.et not my jealousies be your dishonours, With other graces weigh'd. But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly just, Mal. But I have none : The king-becoming Whatever I shall think.

graces, Macd.

Bleed, bleed, poor country! As justice, veríty, temperance, stableness, Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,

Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, wrongs,

I have no relish of them ; but abound Thy title is affeerd. '-Fare thee well, lord : In the division of each several crime, I would not be the villain that thou think'st Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, And the rich east to boot.

l'proar the universal peace, confound Mal.

Be not offended : All unity on earth. I speak not as in absolute fear of you.

Macd.

O Scotland! Scotland ! I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke ; Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak; It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash I am as I have spoken. Is added to her wounds : I think, withal,

Macd.

Fit to covern! There would be hands uplisted in my right; No, not to live.-0 nation miserable, And here, from gracious England, have I offer With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, Of goodly thousands : But, for all this,

When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again ? When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Since that the truest issue of thv throne Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country By his own interdiction stands accurs’d, Shall have more vices than it had before; And does blaspheme his breed ?-Thy royal father More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,

Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore thee, By him that shall succeed.

Ofner upon her knees than on her feet,
Macd.

What should he be ? Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself,
All the particulars of vice so grafted,

Have banish'd me from Scotland. - 0, my breast,
That, when they shall be open’d, black Macbeth Thy hope ends here!
Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Mal.

Macduff, this noble passion, Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd

Child of integrity, hath from my soul With my confineless harms.

Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts Macd.

Not in the legions To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth Or horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd By many of these trains hath sought to win me In evils, to top Macbeth.

Into his power: and modest wisdom plucks me Mal. I grant him bloody,

(4) Legally settled by those who had the final (1) Birthright. (2) Befriend.

adjudication." 3) i. e. A good mind may recede from goodness (5) Lascivious. (6) Passionate. in the execution of a royal commission.

(7) Plenty.

(8) May be endured.

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MACBETH.

Act IP.
From over-credulous haste:' But God above Mal.

What is the newest grief? Deal between thee and me! for even now

Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the
I put myself to thy direction, and

speaker;
Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure Each minute teems a new one.
The taints and blames I laid upon mysell,

Macd.

How does my wife?
For strangers to my nature. Tam yet

Rosse. Why, well.
Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;

Macd.

And all my children?
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;

Rosse.

Well too.
At no time broke my faith; would not betray Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
The devil to his fellow; and delight

Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did
No less in truth, than life : my first false speaking leave them.
Was this upon myself: What I am truly,

Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How
Is thine, and my poor country's, to command:
Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, Rosse. When I came hither to transport the
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,

tidings,
All ready at a point, was setting forth :

Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
Now we'll together; And the chance, of goodness, of many worthy fellows that were out;
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent? Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
once,

Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
'Tis hard to reconcile.

Would create soldiers, make our women fight,

To doff's their dire distresses.
Enter a Doctor.

Mal.

Be it their comfort,
Mal. Well; more anon.—Comes the king forth, We are coming thither : gracious England hath
I pray you ?

Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men;
Doct. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls, An older, and a better soldier, none,
That stay his cure : their malady convincesa That Christendom gives out.
The great assay of art; but, at his touch,

Rosse.

'Would I could answer Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, This comfort with the like! But I have words, They presenlly amend.

That would be howld out in the desert air,
Mal.

I thank you, doctor. (Ex. Doct. Where hearing should not latch them.
Macd. What is the disease he means

Macd.

What concern they?
Mal.

'Tis call'd the evil: The general cause? or is it a fee-grief,"
A most miraculous work in this good king; Due to some single breast ?
Which often since my here-remain in England, Rosse.

No mind, that's honest, I have seen him do. "How he solicits heaven, But in it shares some wo; though the main part Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people, Pertains to you alone. All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,

Macd.

If it be mine, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ;

Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Ilanging a golden stamp about their necks, Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken,

ever, To the succeeding royalty he leaves

Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, That ever yet they heard. He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;

Macd.

Humph! I guess at it. And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife, and That speak him full of grace.

babes,

Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
Enter Rosse.

Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
Vacd.

See, who comes here? To add the death of you.
Val. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Mal.

Merciful heaven!
Nacd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
Mal. I know him now:-Good God, betimes Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak,

Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
The means that make us strangers !

Macd. My children too?
Rosse.
Sir, Amen. Rosse.

Wife, children, servants, all
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?

That could be found. Rosse.

Alas, poor country;

Macd.

And I must be from thence ! Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot

My wife kill'd too? Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, Rosse.

I have said. But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Mal.

Be comforted :
Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent the Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,

To cure this deadly grief.
Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems Macd. He has no children. All my pretty ones ?
A modern ecstasy ;the dead man's knell Did you say, all ?-0, hell-kite!-AN!
Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
lives

At one fell swoop?
Expirc before the flowers in their caps,

Nal. Dispute it like a man. Dying, or ere they sicken.

Macd.

I shall do so; Macd.

0, relation But I must also feel it as a man: Too nice, and yet too true!

I cannot but remember such things were, (1) Over-hasty credulity.

(4) Common distress of mind. (5) Put off. (2) Overpowers, subdues.

(6) Catch. (7) A grief that has a single owner. (3) The coin callcd an angel.

(8) The game after it is killed.

remove

air,

That were most precious to me.—Did heaven look|--Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and a sear’d? What on,

need we fear who knows it, when none can call our And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff, power to account ?-Yet who would have thought They were all struck for thee ! naught that I am, the old man to have had so much blood in him? Not for their own demerits, but for mine,

Doct. Do you mark that? Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them. Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where now!

is she now ?-What, will these hands ne'er be Mol. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let clean ?-No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that: grief

you mar all with this starting. Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine should not. eyes,

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle heaven, sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Cut short all intermission ;' front to front,

Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, hand. Oh! oh! oh! Heaven forgive him too!

Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Mal.

This tune goes manly. charged. Come, go we to the king ; our power is ready; Gent. I would not have such a heart in my boOur lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth som, for the dignity of the whole body. Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above

Doct. Well, well, well,Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir. may;

Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet The night is long, that never finds the day. (Exe. I have known those which have walked in their

sleep, who have died holily in their beds.

Laily, M. Wash your hands, put on your nightACT V.

gown, look not so pale:- I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave.

Doct. Even so ? SCENE I.-Dunsinane. A room in the castle. Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gen- the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your

Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at tlewoman.

hand; What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but to bed, to bed.

[ Eril Lady Macbeth. can perceive no truth in your report. When was it Docí. Will she go now to bed ? she last walked ?

Gent. Directly. Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night

deeds gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds Told it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. again return to bed; yet all this while in a most More needs she the divine, than the physician.fast sleep.

God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ; Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive Remove from her the means of all annoyance, at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of and still keep eyes upon her :-So, good night: watching.- In this slumbry agitation, besides her My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight: walking, and other actual performances, what, at I think, but dare not speak. any time, have you heard her say?

Gent.

"Good night, good doctor. Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her.

[Exeunt. Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you SCENE II.-The country near Dunsinane. En. should.

ter, with drum and colours, Menteth, Cathness, Gent. Neither to you, nor any one, having no witness to confirm my speech.

Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.

Ment. The English power is near, led on by Enter Lady Macbeth, with a laper.

Malcolm, Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise ; His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her ; stand Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes close.

Would, to the blecding, and the grim alarm, Doct. How came she by that light?

Excite the mortified man. Gent. Why, it stood by her : she has light by Ang.

Near Birnam wood her continually; 'tis her command.

Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Doct. You see, her eyes are open.

Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Genl. Ay, but their sense is shut.

brother? Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file rubs her hands.

Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to And many unrough' youths, that even now seem thus washing her hands; I have known her Protest their first of manhood. continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Ment.

What does the tyrant? Lady M. Yet here's a spot.

Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Doci. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, more strongly.

He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Lady M. Out, damned spot ! out, I say!-One; Within the belt of rule.
Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't:-Hell is murky! Ang.

Now does he fecl (1) All pause.

(2) Dark (3) Confounded. (4) A religious; an ascetic. (5) Unbearded.

Act V,

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MACBETH.
His secret murders sticking on his hands; How does your patient, doctor?
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ; Doct.

Not so sick, my lord,
Those he commands, move only in command,

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title That keep her from her rest.
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe

Macb.

Cure her of that:
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
Ment.

Who then shall blame Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,

Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
When all that is within him does condemn And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Itself, for being there?

Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Cath.

Well, march we on, Which weighs upon the heart ?
To give obedience where 'lis truly ow'd :

Doct.

Therein the patient
Meet we the medicin of the sickly weal; Must minister to himself.
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.-
Each drop of us.

Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:
Len.
Or so much as it needs,

Seyton, send out.--Doctor, the thanes fly from me:-
To dew the sovereign slower, and drown the weeds. Come, sir, despatch :--If thou could'st, doctor, cast
Make we our march towards Birnam.

The water of my land, find her disease,
[Exeunt, marching. And purge it to a sound and pristine health,

I would applaud thee to the very echo,
SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A room in the castle. That should applaud again.-Pull't off

, I say.-
Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and attendants.

What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,.
Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them fly Would scour these English hence ? --Hearest thou

of them ? Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,

Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm ? Makes us hear something.
Was he not born of woman ? The spirits that know

Macb.

Bring it after me.--
All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus :

I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. (Erit.
Shall e'er have power on thee. -Then fly, false Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
thanes,

Profit again should hardly draw me here. (Exit.
And mingle with the English epicures :
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,

SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane : A wood

in view. Enter, with drum and colours, MalShall never sagg’ with doubt, nor shake with fear.

colm, Old Siward and his Son, Macduff, MenEnter a Servant.

teth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and SolThe devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon;' diers, marching. Where got'st thou that goose-look ?

Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand Serv. There is ten thousand

That chambers will be safe.
Macb.

Geese, villain ?
Ment.

We doubt it nothing.
Serv.

Soldiers, sir. Siw. What wood is this before us? Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Ment.

The wood of Birnam.
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?* Md. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine And bear't before him ; thereby shall we shadow
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? The numbers of our host, and make discovery

Serv. The English force, so please you. Err in report of us.
Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am Sold.

It shall be done.
sick at heart,

Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
When I behold—Seyton, I say !—This push Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.

Our setting down befor't.
I have liv'd long enough: my way of life

Mal.

'Tis his main hope: Is fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf:

For where there is advantage to be given,
And that which should accompany old age, Both more and less' have given him the revolt;
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, And none serve with him but constrained things,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Whose hearts are absent too.
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Macd.

Let our just censures
Which the poor heart woulu fain deny, but dare not. Attend the true event, and put we on
Seyton!

Industrious soldiership.
Enter Seyfon.

Siw,

The time approaches, Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?

That will with due decision make us know Macb.

What news more? What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was re- Thoughts speculative, their unsure hopes relate ; ported.

But certain issue strokes must arbitrate : Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be Towards which, advance the war. hack'd.

[Exeunt, marching. Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.

SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the castle. En

ter, with drums and colours, Macbeth, Seyton, Macb. I'll put it on.

and Soldiers.. Send out more horses, skirrs the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine ar- Macb. Ilang out our banners on the outward mour.

walls; (1) The physician. (2) Sink. (3) Base fellow. (6) Scour. (7) i. e. Greater and less. (4) An appellation of contempt.

(5) Dry. (8) Determine.

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