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two: why, then 'tis time to do 't.
have had so much blood in him?
is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be
o'that: you mar all with this starting.
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 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,Geni. Pray God it be, sir.
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 night
gown ; look not so pale : I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out on's 70
gate: come, come, come, come, give me your
Do breed unnatural troubles : infected minds
I think, but dare not speak.
Good night, good doctor.
The country near Dunsinane. Drum and colours. Enter Menteith, Caithness, Angus,
Lennox, and Soldiers.
His uncle Siward and the good Macduff:
Excite the mortified man.
Near Birpam wood
Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
Protest their first of manhood.
What does the tyrant ? Caith. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies :
Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,
Now does he feel
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ;
Upon a dwarfish thief.
Who then shall blame
Itself for being there?
Well, march we on,
Each drop of us.
Or so much as it needs
31 [Exeunt, marching.
Dunsinane. A room in the castle.
Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them fly all : Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
Enter a Servant.
Geese, villain ? Serv.
Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch!
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face!
Seyton !-I am sick at heart,