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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: Unnatural

deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine, than the physi.

cian.-
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.
Gent.

Good night, good doctor.

[Exeunt.

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Enter, with Drum and Colours, Menteri, CATH

NESS, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.
Ment. The English power is near, led on by

Malcolm,
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.?

Near Birnam wood

Ang.

* My mind she has mated,] i. e. amated, dismayed.
? Excite the mortified man.) i. e. a religious, an ascetic.

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Shall we well meet them; that way are they com

ing.
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 youths, that even now
Protest their first of manhood.
Ment.

What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane 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.

Now does he feel
His secret murders 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.
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 on,
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow’d:
Meet we the medecin? of the sickly weal:
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Each drop of us.
Len.

Or so much as it needs,

Ang.

8 — unrough youths,] i. e. smooth-faced, unbearded. 9 When all that is within him does condemn

Itself, for being there?] That is, when all the faculties of the mind are employed in self-condemnation.

- the medecin -] i. e. physician. VOL. IV.

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To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam.

[Exeunt, marching.

SCENE III.

Dunsinane.

A Room in the Castle.

Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them fly

all ; Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus : Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, Shall e'er have power on thee. Then fly, false

. thanes, And mingle with the English epicures : The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sagg with doubt,“ nor shake with fear.

Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon !3 Where got'st thou that goose look ?

Serv. There is ten thousand-
Macb.

Geese, villain?
Serv.

Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy

fear,

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Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?

2 Shall never sagg with doubt,] To sag, or swag, is to sink down by its own weight, or by an overload.

s- loon!] At present this word is only used in Scotland, and signifies a base fellow.

Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

Serv. The English force, so please you.
Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am sick

at heart,
When I behold—Seyton, I say !—This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
I have liv'd long enough: my way of life 4
Is fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf :
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have ; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
Seyton !

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Enter SEYTON.
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
Macb.

What news more?
Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was re-

ported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be

hackd. Give me my armour. Sey.

'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on.

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* I have liv'd long enough: my way of life, &c.] As there is no relation between the way of life, and fallen into the sear, I am inclined to think that the W is only an M inverted, and that it was originally written:

- my May of life. I am now passed from the spring to the autumn of my days: but I am without those comforts that should succeed the sprightliness of bloom, and support me in this melancholy season.

The author has May in the same sense elsewhere. Johnson.

This opinion, however, has been ably controverted by some of the commentators. the sear,] Sear is dry.

Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.—Give me mine ar

mour.How does your patient, doctor? Doct.

Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
Macb.

Cure her of that:
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff,
Which weighs upon the heart?
Doct.

Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
Macb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of

it.Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from

me: Come, sir, despatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou

of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb.

Bring it after me. —

- skirr the country round;] To skirr, signifies to scour, to ride hastily.

cast The water of my land,] To cast the water was the phrase in use for finding out disorders by the inspection of urine.

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