To cure this deadly grief. Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam Mal. Dispute it like a man. Macd. But I must also feel it as a man: I shall do so; I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look on, Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, Bring thou(104) this fiend of Scotland and myself; Mal. 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. ACT V. SCENE I. Dunsinane. A room in the castle. Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman. 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 nightgown 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 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 slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard hers 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.-Lo you, here she comes! Enter Lady MACBETH, with a taper. 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' are 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 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, fe! a soldier, and afeard? 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. not. Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should 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,— 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 on's 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. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly. [Exit. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane. Enter, with drum and colours, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, 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. Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Ment. What does the tyrant? Now does he feel 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? Caith. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Len. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. [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: I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The mind I sway by and the heart I bear Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where gott'st thou that goose look? Serv. There is ten thousand Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? [Exit Servant. Seyton!-I'm sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!—This push |