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Deal between thee and me! for even now
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; “At no time broke my faith ; would not betray 410° " The devil to his fellow ; and delight * No less in truth, than life : my first false speaking “Was this upon myself :" What I am truly, Is thine, and my poor country's, to command : Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, *All ready at a point, was setting forth : Now we'll together ;, *and the chance, of goodness, Be like our warranted quarrel ! Why are you silent ?
Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at once, 'Tis hard to reconcile.
66 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 convinces* " The great assay of art; but, ät his touch, “ Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, " They presently amend. “ Mal. I thank you, doctor.
[Exit. 44 Macd.
AE IV. “ Macd. What's the disease he means ? “ Mal. 'Tis call d the evil :
430 " A most miraculous work in this good king; “ Which often, since my here-remain in England, “ I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, “ Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people,
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, “ The mere despair of surgery,
cures; Hanging a golden stamp* about their necks, “ Put on with holy prayers : *and 'tis spoken, “ To the succeeding royalty he leaves “ The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, " He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
441 " And sundry blessings hang about his throne, « That speak him full of grace."
Macd. See, who comes here?
Mal. I know him now : good God, betimes remove The means that make us strangers !
Rosse. Sir, Amen.
450 Rosse. Alas, poor country ; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be cail'd our mother, but our grave : where nothing, But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent the air*,
Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
Mal. What is the newest grief?
Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker ; Eachi minute teems a new one.
Macd. How does my wife?
471 Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; how goes it?
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour re? Of many worthy fellows that were out;
Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
Mal. Be it their comfort,
That Christendom gives out.
Rosse. 'Would I could answer
Macd. What concern they?
Rosse. No mind, that's honest;
Macd. If it be mine,
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard.
Macd. Hum! I guess at it.
Mal. Merciful heaven!
Macd. My children too?
Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all
My wife kill'd too ?
Rosse. I have said.
Mal. Be comforted :
Macd. *He has no children.--All my pretty ones?
520 What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop* ?'
Mal. Dispute it like a man*.
Macd. I shall do so;
That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look on, en And we
not ta their part ? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
530 Fell slaughter 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. Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyes,