Imagens das páginas

*Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you

may ; The night is long, that never finds the day. (Exeunt.

[blocks in formation]

Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a Waiting Gentlewoman.

Doct. I have two nights watch'd with you, but can per: ceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walk'd ?

Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have et 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 co again return to bed ; yet all this while in a most faster sleep.

Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watch. ing.--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.

Dot. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you shouid.

Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having 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.
Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.

Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

.29 Gent. It is an accustom'd action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Lady. Yet here's a spotk.

Doct. Hark, she speaks : I will set down what comes from ber, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

Lady. Out, damned spot ! out, I say !-One; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't :-*Hell is murky !Fie, my lord, fiel a soldier, and afraid? 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 ?

42 Dołt. Do you mark that? Lady. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now ? --What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more oʻthat, my lord, no more o'that: you mar all with this starting. H


[ocr errors]

Do&t. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of tliat : heaven knows what she has known. 51

Lady. 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 charg'd. Gent. I would not have such a heart in


bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.

Doct. Well, well, well,
Gent. Pray God, it be, sir.

60 « Dot. This disease is beyond my practice : Yeti " have known those which have walkd in their sleep, “ who have died holily in their beds."

Lady. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown; look not so pale :-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave.

Doct. Even so ?

Lady. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand ; what's done, cannot be undone : To bed, to þed, to bed.

[Exit Lady Do£t. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly.

Doet. 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 physician.


at the

[ocr errors]

God, God, forgive us all! Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon hier :--So, good-night: 80
*My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sighit :
I think, but dare not speak.
Gent. Good-night, good doctor.

[ Exeunt.


" Drum and Colours. Enter Menteth, CATHNESS,

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.

Ang. Near Birnam wood 6. Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming

90 « Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his

brother? 6. 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.

6. 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.

Ang. 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 we 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,

D “ Each drop of us. .Len. Or so much as it needs,

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

[Exeunt, marching."



Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Mac. *Bring me no more reports; let them fly all : 'Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcom ?


« AnteriorContinuar »