Mal. But I have none : The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Himself best knows; but strangely visited people, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy; No, not to live. — O nation miserable, And does blaspheme his breed?- Thy royal father Mal. Unknown to woman; never was forsworn; No less in truth than life: my first false speaking 'Tis hard to reconcile. Enter a Doctor. And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Well too. Rosse. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Mal. Be it their comfort, Doct. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls Rosse. What concern they? fee-grief 9, No mind that's honest, But in it shares some woe; though the main part Pertains to you alone. Macd. If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. 5 The coin called an angel. 6 Common distress of mind. 7 Put off 8 Catch. 9 A grief that has a single owner. I cannot but remember such things were, heaven, Cut short all intermission; front to front, Mal. may; The night is long that never finds the day. [Exeunt. ACT V. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked? Gent. 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 it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed: yet all this while in a most fast sleep. 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. 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. 1 The game after it is killed. 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; Hell is Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't: murky! Fye, my lord, fye! 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 sigh 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 nightgown; 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 2 Dark. 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. And mingle with the English epicures: The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; Unnatural Shall never sagg7 with doubt, nor shake with fear. When I behold. Seyton, I say! Seyton! I am This push Ment. The English power is near, led on by Mal- Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. colm, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man. Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, And many unrough 5 youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood. Ment. What does the tyrant? Ang. Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil and start, When all that is within him does condemn Itself, for being there? Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medecin 6 of the sickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us. Len. To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. Or so much as it needs, Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff: — 7 Sink. 9 An appellation of contempt. Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation | And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Makes us hear something. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand We doubt it nothing. The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Sold. It shall be done. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Macb. Well, say, sir. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if 't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant I care not if thou dost for me as much. Our setting down before't. Macd. Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V. · Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; 4 Skin, I pull in resolution; and begin And wish the estate of the world were now undone.- Yc. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. Macb. Thou wast born of woman, But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit. Alarums. Enter MACDuff. Macd. That way the noise is: - Tyrant, show thy face: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord; -the castle's gently render'd: Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd. 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 palter 9 with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, I'll not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Co- Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Siw. Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on a Pole. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: All. And make us even with you. My thanes and kins Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ; I'll not fight with thee. Took off her life: - This, and what needful else Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, 7 Reported with clamour. 8 The air which cannot be cut. 9 Shuffle. Foot-soldiers. [Flourish. Exeunt. |