ACT V.

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 bands.

Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her bands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hoor.

Lady M. Yet liere'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 'lis' time to do’t:-Hell is murky !Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, aud afеar'd! What need we fear wlio 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 tbane 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 band. 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 diguity of the whole body.
Doct. Well, well, well,-

ENE I. DUNSINANE. A Room in the Castle. ra Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gentlewoman. ct. I have two nighls watched with you, but can cire no truth in your report

. When was it she
valked?
nt. Since his majesty went into the field, I bare
her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon
unlock her closel, take forth paper, fold it, write
il, read it, afterwards seal it

, and again, return to
all this while in a most fast sleep,
eat perturbation in nature!

to receive at
of sleep, and do the effects of watch-
bry agitation, besides her walking,
ances, what, at any time, have
I will not report after her
ind 'tis most meet you should

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;
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,
'Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul! those linen-cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
Sery. The English force, so please you.
Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!:-) am sick at

heart,
When I behold-Seyton, I say !- This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseal me now.
I hare liv'd long enough: my way of life
Is fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany

old

age,
As honour, love, obedieuce, 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.
Seylon!

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

What news more?
Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reported.
Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack’d.
Give me my armour.
Sey:

'Tis not needed yet.
Macb. I'll put it on.
Send out more horses, skirr the country ronnd;
Hang those that talk of fear.--Give me mine armour,--
How does your patient, doctor?
Doct.

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

Thai

uch.

What news more: All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reported. "Il fight, till from my bones my flesh be back'd

"Tis not needed yet horses, skirr the country round;

talk of fear..Give me mine armour-patient, doctor?

Not so siek, my lord, ied with thick-coming fancies,

her rest.

And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.
Sol.

It shall be done.
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down befor'l.
Mal.

'Tis his main hope :
For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less have given bim the revolt;
And none serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too,
Macd.

Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrioas soldiership.
Siw.

The time approaches,
That will with dae decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and wbat we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which, advance the war. [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 walls;
The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,
Till famine, and the ague, eat them up:
Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home. What is that noise?

[A Cry within of Women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
The time has been, my senses would have coold
To hear a night sbriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;'

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And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.
Sol.

It shall be done.
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Oar setting down beforl.
Mal.

'Tis his main hope:
For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less have given him the revolt

;
And none serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too.
Macd.

Let oor just censures
Ittend the true event, and put we on
Industrions soldiership
Siw.

The time approaches,
"hat will with due decision make us know
Vhat we shall say we have, and what we owe.
houghts speculalive their unsure hopes relate;
at certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
owards which, advance the war. [Exeunt, marching

.

Direness, fainiliar to my slaught'rous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that cry?

Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Mucb. She should have died hereafter ;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow: a poor player,
That strats and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.--

Enter a Messenger.
Thon com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.

Mess. Gracious, my lord,
I shall report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do it.
Mach.

sir.
Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the bill,
I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move.
Macb.

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.
Macb.

If thou speak’st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much,
I pull in resolution; and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane ;--and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!--
If this, which he avouches, does appear,

Well, say,

SCENE V. DUNSINANE. Within the Castle. mater, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON,

and Soldiers.
Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
e cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength
ill laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,
I famine, and the ague, eat them up:
ere they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
might have met them dareful

, beard to beard,
1 beat them backward home. What is that noise?

[A Cry within of Women.
It is the cry of women, my good lord.

've almost forgot the taste of fears:

ren, my senses would have cool'd
shriek; and my fell of hair
al treatise rouse, and stir
: I have supp'd fall with horrors;