me, And points at them for his.--What, is this so? [Music. The WITCHES dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calender!- Enter LENOX. Len. What's your grace's will? Macb. Saw you the weird sisters? Len. No, my lord. Macb. Came they not by you? Len. No, indeed, my lord. Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damn'd, all those that trust them!-I did hear The galloping of horse: Who was't came by? Len. "Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England, Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st; my dread ex- The castle of Macduff I will surprise; men? Rosse. You know not, Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. His mansion, and his titles, in a place [not; Rosse. My dearest cod, * Besmeared with blood + 2. e. Spirits. Preventest, by taking away the opportunity. 1. e. Our flight is considered as evidence of our treason. From what we fear, yet know not what we To what they were before.-My pretty cousin, L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's father. less. Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: L. Macd. What, with worms and flies? L. Macd. Poor bird! thoud'st never fear the net, nor lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin. Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? Son. What is a traitor? L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged. Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear and lie? L. Macd. Every one. Son. Who must hang them? L. Macd. Why, the honest men. Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them. L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him; if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st. Though in your state of honour I am perfect.t Mal. What I believe, I'll wail; What know, believe; and, what I can redress, As I shall find the time to friend, I will. What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance, This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, [well; Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but something [dom You may deserve of him through me; and wisTo offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb, To appease an angry god. Macd. I am not treacherous. A good and virtuous nature may recoil, [don; Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find my doubts. Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) Without leave taking ?-I pray you, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, But mine own safeties:-You may be rightly just, Whatever I shall think. Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy wrongs, Thy title is affeer'd!-Fare thee well, lord: I would not be the villain that thou think'st For the whole space that's in the tyrant's And the rich east to boot. (grasp, Mal. Be not offended: I speak not as in an absolute fear of you. Macd. What should he be? Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted, [beth That, when they shall be open'd, black MacWill seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd With my confineless harms. Macd. Not in the legions Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd In evils, to top Macbeth. Mal. I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Macd. Boundless intemperance We have willing dames enough; there cannot Mal. With this, there grows, Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, [root Macd. This avarice Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious The sword of our slain kings: Yet do not fear; Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will, Of your mere own: All these are portable, With other graces weigh'd. Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming graces, Legally settled by those who had the final s¿judi cation. As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, In the division of each several crime, [should 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, Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, ness, Enter a DOCTOR. Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, I pray you? Doct. Ay, Sir: there are a crew of wretched souls, That stay his cure: their malady convincest Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Erit DOCTOR. A most miraculous work in this good king; land, I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, + Overpowers, subdues. * Over-hasty credulity. Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes The means that make us strangers! [remove Rosse. Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot But who knows nothing, is once seen to smil- Mucd. O, relation, Too nice, and yet too true! Mal. What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the Each minute teems a new one. Macd. How does my wife? Rosse. Why, well. Macd. And all my children? Rosse. Well too. [speaker; Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their How goes it? Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Mal. Be it their comfort, We are coming thither: gracious England hath Rosse. 'Would I could answer Macd. What concern they? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief,|| Rosse. No mind, that's honest, But in it shares some woe; though the main Pertains to you alone. Macd. If it be mine, [part Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, [sound, Which shall possess them with the heaviest That ever yet they heard. Macd. Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd: your wife, and babes, Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry* of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Mul. Merciful heaven![brows; What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak, [break. Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must be from thence! My wife kill'd too? Rosse. I have said. Mal. Be comforted: Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Did you say, all ?-O, hell-kite!-All? Mal. Dispute it like a man. Macd. I shall do so; But 1 must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were not precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them now! eyes, Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief [it. Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine [heaven, And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle Cut short all intermission;+ front to front, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Heaven forgive him too! Mal. This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; The night is long, that never finds the day. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-Dunsinane.-A Room in the Castle. Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching. In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking, and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say? Gent. That, Sir, which I will not report after her. Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most 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 guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. Doct. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her command. Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady M. Yet here's a spot. Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't: Hell is murky!-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afear'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 so much blood in him? > Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where is she 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. Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Doct. What a sight is there! The heart is sorely charged. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well, 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 Enter a DOCTOR of Physic, and a waiting GEN-night-gown; 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. [Exit Lady Macbeth. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unna tural deeds * Dark. Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds crets. [cian. Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Ang. Near Birnam wood Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: I have a file Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, [him, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule. Ang. Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands: Ment. Who then shall blame Cuth. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Len. Or so much as it needs, [weeds. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and ATTENDANTS. Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, colm! Was he not born of woman? The spirits that And mingle with the English epicures: Enter a SERVANT. [loon!" The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Serv. The English force, so please you. When I behold-Seyton, I say!—This push Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh Sey. "Tis not needed yet. Send out more horses, skirrs the country round; Doct. Not so sick, my lord, Macb. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Doct. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of me: Come, Sir, despatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, thou of them? * Base fellow. [Exit |