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Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my

foul Wip'd the black scruples; reconcild my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous hafte; but God above Deal between thee and me! for even now I put myself to thy direction, and Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to Y woman, never was ? forsworn, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, At no time broke my faith, would not betray 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 a thy here-approach, Old Seyward 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 filent?

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Macd. Such welcome, and unwelcome things at once, 'Tis hard to reconcilę.

y The three latt fo's, R, P. and H. c W. says, Sbakespeare certainly wrote women for woman.

Cappoint, i. e. at the place appointed, at z The three laft fo's, for swort. the rendezvous. a Firft f. icey for tby.

H. our for tbe. b The fo's, Already.

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Mal. Well; more anon. Comes the King forth, I pray

you?
Deat. Ay, Sir; there are a crew of wretched fouls,
That stay his cure; their malady convinces
The great affay of art. But, at his touch,
Such fan&ity hath heaven given his hand,
They presently amend.

(Exit. Mal. I thank you, Doctor. Mard. What's the disease he means ?

Ma!. 'Tis call'd the Evil;
A most miraculous work in this good King,
Which often fince my here-reinain in England
I have seen him do. How he follicits heaven,
Himself best knows; but ftrangely visited people,
Al fwola and ulcerous, pitiful' to the eye,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Put on with holy prayers. And 'tis spoken,
To the succeeding Royalty he leaves
The healing benedi&tion. With this strange virtue,
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
And sundry bleffings hang about his throne,
That speak him full of grace,

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f covinces for defeats, coutcomes.

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Macd. See, who comes here?
Mal, My countryman; but yet I know him nøt.
Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcomne-hither.

Mal. I know him now. Good God betimes remove & The means that makes us Itrangers !

Rek. Sir, Amen.
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?

Roffe. Alas, poor country):
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be callid our mother, bgt our grave; where nothing,
But who knows nothing is once seen to smile::.
Where sighs and groans; and Jarieks that i rend the air
Are made, not mankd; where violent forrow kecmns
A modern ecstasy; the dead, man's knell
Is there scarce afk'd, for. k who, and.good, men's lives
Expire before the flowers in their capsi,
Dying, or ere they, ficken,

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Macd. 'Oh relation
Too nice, and yet toe true !

Mal. What's the newest grief?.

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8 The three last fo's and R. Tbe means, ibe means that, &c. 4d H. and I make for makes,

i The fo's and C. rent for rend.

* P. and all after, except Cowbom for who

Rolle.

Macd. Thę tyrant

Rossi. That-of an hour's age doth biss the fpeaker ::
Each minute teems a new one.

Macd. How does my wife?
Rolle. Why, well.
Macd. And all my children?
Rolle. Well too.
Rosse. No, they were well at peace when I did leave 'ein.
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech :: Howy goes 's
Roffe, When I came hither

, to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily born, there ran ammour

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Of many worthy fellows that were out
Which was to my belief witness’d the father,
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot.
Now is the time of help your exę, in Scotland
Would creatç foldiers," make our women fighto
To doff their dire distresses,

Mal, Be 't their comfort,
We are coming thither. Gracious England. hath
Lent us good Seyward, and ten thousand men,
An older, and a better soldier, none
That Christendom gives out.

Rosse. Would I could answer,
This coinfort with the like! But I have words
That would be howld out in the desert air,
Where hearing should not " catch them.

Macd. What concern they?
The general cause ? or is it a fee-grief,
Due to fome singlc breaft?

1 H. Relation, ob! 109 nice, &c.
to P. and all after, except C. and

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n The fo's and C. larcb for cofibi

Rolle.

Rolle. No mind, that's honest,
But in it shares some woe; though the main part
Pertains to you alone.

Macd. If it be mine,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

Roje. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound,
That ever yet they heard.

Macd. Humh! I guess at it.

Rolle. Your castle is surpriz'd; your wife and babes
Savagely Naughter'd; to relate the manner,
Were on the quarry of these 'murther’d deer
To add the death of you.

Mal. Merciful heaven!
What, man! ne’er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give forrow words; the grief that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Macd. My children too?
Roffe. Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.
Macd. And I must be from thence !--my wife killd too?
Roffe, I have said.

Mal. Be comforted.
Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief.

Macd. He has no children. — ° All my pretty ones ?
Did you say all ? PO hell-kite! all?

o H. inferts What before Ail. text, o bell-kite all, kc. to the end of

p After all, P. T. H. W, and 7. add, the speech, wbar, all? P. and H. omit in their

What,

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