Hell is 40 two: why, then 'tis time to do 't. Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you 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! charged. The heart is sorely Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well, Gent. Pray God it be, sir. 50 60 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 nightgown; look not so pale: I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out on's grave. Doct. Even so? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your to bed, to bed. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly. 70 [Exit. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds Gent. 80 Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. Scene II. The country near Dunsinane. Drum and colours. Enter Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox, and Soldiers. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Siward and the good Macduff: Ang. Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Caith. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Ment. Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son, 10 What does the tyrant? Caith. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Ang. 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 Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands; Ment. Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Caith. Len. Who then shall blame When all that is within him does condemn Itself for being there? Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly owed: Or so much as it needs 20 To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. 31 [Exeunt, marching. Scene III. 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? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: 'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly, false thanes, And mingle with the English epicures: The mind I sway by and the heart I bear Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. ΤΟ Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Serv. There is ten thousand Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Macb. Take thy face hence. [Exit Servant. Seyton! I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push 20 |