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Is often laudable; to do good, sometime,
More suffer, and more sundry ways, than ever,
Macd. What should he be?
All the particulars of vice so grafted,
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth
Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd
With my confineless harms.
Macd. Not in the legions
[Stabbing him. Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
In evils, to top Macbeth.
Mal. I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
and pursued by the Murderers. That has a name: but there's no bottom, none,
Your matrons, and your maids; could not fill up
All continent impediments would o'erbear,
That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth,
Than such a one to reign
The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
To take upon you, what is yours. You may
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
We have willing dames enough; there cannot be
Mal. With this, there grows,
In my most ill-compos'd affection, such
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels, and this other's house:
And my more-having would be as a sauce,
To make me hunger more; that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
The sword of our slain kings. Yet do not fear!
Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will,
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
I have no relish of them'; but abound,
In the division of each several crime,
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
Uproar the universal peace, confogad
All unity on earth.
Macd. o Scotland! Scotland!
Mal, If such a one be fit to govern, speak!
I am, as I have spoken.
Macd. Fit to govern!
No, not to live. - O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?'
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accurs'd,
Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore thee
Oftner upon her knees, than on her feet,
Died every day, she liv'd. Fare thee well!
These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself,
Thy royal father
and bare Gen Doc shon Ge
Have banish'd me from Scotland. — 0, my breast, Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker;
Each minute teems a new one.
Macd. How does my wife?
Rosse. Why, well.
them. Deal between thee and me! for even now
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech! How goes it? I put myself to thy direction, and
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Unspeak nine own detraction; here abjure
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour The taints and blames, I laid upon myself,
Of many worthy fellows, that were out; For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot. Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland At no time broke my faith, would not betray
Would create soldiers, make our women fight, The devil to his fellow, and delight
To dofl'their dire distresses. No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking Mal. Be it their comfort, Was this upon myself. What I am truly,
We are coming thither: gracious England hath Is thine, and my poor country's, to command: Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men; Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,
Au older, and a better soldier, none Old Siward, with ten thousand warlikemen,
That Christendom gives out!
Rosse. 'Would I could answer
Macd. What concern they?
The general cause? or is it a fee-grief,
Rosse. No mind, that's honest,
Pertains to you
alone. The great assay of art; but, at his touch,
Macd. If it be mine, Such sanctity hath Heaven given his hand,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it! They presently amend.
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Mal. I thank you, doctor.
(Exit Doctor. Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, Macd: What's the disease he means ?
That ever yet they heard. Mal. 'Tis call’d the evil:
Macd. Humph! I guess at it.
Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd, your wife, and babes
Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
Mal. Merciful Heaven !
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows! Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Give sorrow words! the grief, that does not speak, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
Whispers the v'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Macd. My children too?
That could be found.
Macd. And I must be from thence!
My wife kill'd too?
Roese. I have said.
Mal. Be comforted :
Did you say, all ? — 0, hell-kite! All?
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Maed. Stands Scotland where it did ?
At one fell swoop? Rosse. Alas, poor country;
Mal. Dispute it like a man!
Macd. I shall do so;
They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them now! Dying, or ere they sicken.
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword! let grief
Convert to anger! blunt not the heart, enrage it!
Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
Cut short all intermission! Front to front
Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom,
Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir !
Doct. This disease is beyond my practice. Yet !
who have died holily in their beds.
Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown; Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you look not so pale! - I tell you yet guin, Banquo's bumay;
ried; he cannot come out of his grave.
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
(Exit Lady Macbeth.
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural
Do breed unnatural troubles, infected minds
Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight:
SCENE II, The country near Dunsinune.
Enter, with drum and colours, MexTETH, CATHNESS,
Ancus, Lexox, and Soldiers.
Ment. The English poweris near, led on by Malcolm,
His uncle Siward, and the good Macdnff.
Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,
Excite the mortified man.
Ang. Near Birnam wood
Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother?
Len, For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file
And many unrough youths, that even now
Protest their first of manhood.
Ment. What does the tyrant?
Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,
Within the belt of rule.
Ang. Now does he feel
Those he commands, move only in command,
Itself, for being there?
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Len, Orso much as it needs,
Make we our march towards Birnam!
[Exeunt, marchin perfuines of Arabia will not sweeien this little hand. SCENE II. Dunsinane. Aroom in the castle. Oh! oh! oh!
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Macb. Bring me no more reports! let them sly all charged.
'Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
The roc Macb. Mess. Within Tur, ac
Site Dow Let
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? SCENE IV. - Country near Dunsinane: A wood in
Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD,
Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand,
That chambers will be safe.
Siw. What wood is this before us?
Ment. The wood of Birnam.
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Where got'st thou that gouse look ?
And bear't before him! thereby shall we shadow Serv. There is ten thousand
The numbers of our host, and make discovery Macb. Geese, villain ?
Errin report of us. Serv. Soldiers, sir.
Sold. It shall be done. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before't.
Mul. 'Tis his main hope:
For where there is advantage to be given,
And none serve with hiin but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too. Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
Mucd. Let our just censures I have liv'd long enough: my way of life
Attend the true event, and put we on Is fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf.
Industrious soldiership! And that, which should accompany old age,
Siw. The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know,
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which advance the war. [Exeunt, marching.
SCENE V. - Dunsinane. Within the castle.
Enter, with drums and colours, Macbeth, Sertos, Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reported.
and Soldiers. Macb. I'll fight, tillfrom my bones my flesh be hack’d. Mach. Hangout our banners on the outward walls! Give me my armour !
The cry is still, They come. Our castle's strength Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.
Will laugh a siege to scorn : here let them lie,
Till famine, and the ague, eat them up!
And beat them backward home. What is that noise?
[-4 cry within, of Women. As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. That keep her from her rest.
Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears. Macb. Cure her of that!
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir Race out the written troubles of the brain,
As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cleanse the stuff?d bosom of that perilous stuff,
Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Which weighs upon the heart?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Doct. Therein the patient
Macb. She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word. –
The way to dusty death. Out, ont, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Gracious my lord,
I shall report that which I say I saw, I will not be afraid of death and bane,
But know not, how to do it.
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
The wood began to move.
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
(Striking him. Siw.This way, my lord!--the cattle's gently render'd:
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.
Mal. We have met with foes,
That strike beside us.
Siw. Enter, sir, the castle! (Exeunt. A
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
Do better upon them.
Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turo!
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd
Macd. I have no words,
Than terms can give thee out!
Macb. Thoulosest labour:
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born,
Macd. Despair thy charm,
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Macb. Accursed be that tongue, that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. — I'll not fight with thce.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
upon a pole, and underwrit,
Macb. I'll not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's fect,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff,
And damn'd behim that first cries, Hold, enough!
(Exeunt, fighting. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours, title
MALCOLM, old SiwaRd, Rosse, Lenox, Axsus, Cath-
RESS, Menteri, and Soldiers.
Mal. I would, the friends, we miss, were safe arriv'd.
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
In the unshrinking station, where he fought,
Siw. Then he is dead?
Russe. Ay, and brought off the field : your cause o
Siw. Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Siw. Why, then God's soldier be he!
Had I as many sons, as I have hairs,