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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 ? _0 hell-kite!_ All ?
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell fwoop?

Mal. Dispute it like a man.

Macd. I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man:
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.

Did heaven look on,
And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff,
They were all strook for thee : naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Fell flaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them now!

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,
And braggart with my tongue !.. But, gentle heaven,
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. Exeunt.


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SCENEI. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Enter a Doctor of Physick, and a Waiting-Gentlewoman.

Doc. I have two nights watch'd with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it le lait walk'd?

Gen. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a moft faft sleep.

Doc. 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? Gen. That, sir, which I will not report after her. Doc. You may, to me; and 'tis moft meet you should.

Gen. 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 alleep : Observe her ; stand close.

Doc. How came she by that light?

Gen. Why, it stood by her : she has light by her continually, 'tis her command.

Doc. You see, her eyes are open.
Gen. Ay, but their sense is shut.

Doc. What is it she does now! Look, how she rubs her hands.

Gen. It is an accustom'd action with her, to seem thus washiug her hands; I have known her continue in this Do you

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a quarter of an hour.

L. M'. Yet here's a spot.

Doc. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her,[taking out bisTables ] to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

L.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 afеard? 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.

mark that? L. M'. 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

Doc. Go to, go to ; you have known what you should not.

Gen. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that ; heaven knows what she has known.

L. Mb. Here's the smell of the blood ftill : all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. 0, 0, 0!

Doc. What a sigh is there. The heart is forely charg’d.

Gen. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.

Doc. Well, well, well, -
Gen. Pray God, it be, fir.

This disease is beyond my practice: Yet I have known those which have walk'd in their sleep, who have dy'd holily in their beds.

L, M”, Walh your hands, put on your night-gown ;

took not fo pale : -I tell you yet again, Banquo's bury'd; he cannot come out of's grave.

Doc. Even fo?

L. 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.
Doc. Will he go now to bed ?
Gen. Directly.

Doc. Foul whisp'rings are abroad : Unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs the the divine, than the physician.
God, God, forgive us all! – Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her: So, good night:
My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight:
I think, but dare not speak.

Gen. Good night, good doctor. (Exeunt severally.

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SCENE II. Country near Dunfinane.
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Menteth, CATHNESS,

ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers, marching.
Men. The English 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 mortify'd man.

Ang. Near Birnam wood
Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

CẠT. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother?
Lën, For certain, fir, he is not: I have a file

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Of all the gentry; there is Seyward's son,
And many unrough youths, that even now
Proteft their first of manhood.

Men. What does the tyrant?

CAT, Great Dunfinane he strongly fortifies :
Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,
Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of rule.

Ang. Now does he feel
His secret murthers sticking on his hands;
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ;
Those, he commands, move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Men. Who then shall blame
His pefter'd senses to recoil, and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself, for being there.

CAT. Well, march we on,
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the med'cin of the fickly weal;
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Each drop of us.

LEN. Or so much as it needs,
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.
Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt marching

SCENE III, Dunfinane. A Room in the Castle.
Enter MACBETH; Doctor, and Others, attending.
MAC . Bring me no more reports ; let them fly all:

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