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Himself best knows: but strangely visited people,

Macd. What concern they?
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The general cause? or is it a fee-grief,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures ;

Due to some single breast?
Hanging a golden stamp' about their necks,

Rosse. No mind, that's honest, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, 5 But in it shares some woes; though the main part To the succeeding royalty he leaves

Pertains to you alone. The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, Macd. It it be mine, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;

Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. And sundry blessings bang about his throne, Rosse. Let not your ears despise mytongueforever, That speak him full of grace.

10 Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, Enter Rosse.

That ever yet they heard. Macd. See, who comes here?

Niacd. Hum! I guess at it.

[babes, Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd; your wite, and Mfucd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,

Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes re- 15 Were, on the quarry® of these nuurder'd deer The means that make us strangers ! [move To add the death of you. Rosel. Sir, amen.

Mal. Merciful beaven !Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?

What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Rosse. Alas, poor country;

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak, Almost afraid to know itselt! It cannot

20 Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Be call dour mother, but our grave: where nothing, Mucd. My children too? But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile ; Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all M'here sighs,and groans,andshrieks that rentthe air, (That could be found. Are inade, not mark'd; where violentsorrow seems Macd. And I must be from thence ! A moderno ec stacy: the dead man's knell 25 My wife killd 100 ? Is there scarce ask'd, for whom: and good men's Rosse. I have said. Expire before the flowers in their caps, (lives Mul. Be comforted: Dying or ere they sicken.

Let's make us melcines of our great revenge, Macd. Oh, relation,

To cure this deadly grief. Too nice, and yet too true!

30 Macd. He has no children.-All my prettyone! Mal. What is the newest grief?

Did you say, all ?-Oh, hell-kite!-AN? Rosse. Thatot an hour's age doth hiss thespeaker: What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Each minute teems a new one.

At one tell swoop? Macd. How does my wile?

Mal. Dispute it like a man. Rosse. Why, well.

35 Macd. I shall do so; Macd. And all my children?

But I must also feel it as a map: Rosse. Well too.

I cannot but remember such things were, [on, Macd. The tyrant has net batter'd at their peace? That were most precious to me.- Did hearen look Rosse. No; they were all at peace when I did And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, leave them.

[goes it ? 40 They were all struck for thee! paught that I am, Nacd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How Not for their own deinerits, but for miné, (now ! Rosse. When camebitherto transport the tidings, Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest thein Which I bave beavily bore, there ran a rumour Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let Of many worthy fellow's that were out;

grief Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, 43 Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. For that I saw the tyrant's power a-loot :

Macd. Oh, I could play the woman with mine Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland


(ren, Would create soldiers, make our women right, And braggart with my tongue !—But, gentle beaTo doti? their dire distresses.

Cut short all interniission; tront to front, dlal. Be it their comfort,

50 Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; We are coming hither: gracious Fuglund hath Within

my sword's

's length set him ; if he 'scape, Lent us good siward, and ten thousand men; Heaven, forgive him too! An older, and a better soldier, uone

Mal. This tune goes manly. That Christension gives out.

Come, go we to the king ; our power is ready ; Rosse. 'Would I could answer

55 Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth This confort with the like but I have words, I ripe for shaking, and the powers above (may: That would be howldout in the desert air, Put on their instruments'". Receive what cheer you Where hearing should not catch* them.

|The night is long, that never finds the day. [Èxe. Meaning the coin called an angel, the value of which was ten shillings. ?i. e. common. "To doff is to do oit, to put off. • The folio reads lntch them, and perhaps rightly, as to latch (in the North country dialect) signifies the same as to catch. A grief that hath a single owner. + Quarry is a term used both in hunting and falconry, and in both sports it means either the game that is pursued, or the game after it is killed. Swoop is the descent of a bird of prey on his game. 1. e. contend with your sorrow like a inan. Si. e. all pause.

10 i. e. encourage us their instruments against the tyrant.





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Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you Enter a Doctor of Physic, und a'Waiting-Genile

should not.

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am Doct. I Have two nights watched with you, but

sure of that: Hleaven knows what she has known. can perceive no truth in your report. 5 Lady. Here's the smell of the blood still: alt When was it she last walk'd ?

the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I hand, Oh! oh! oh! have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night- Doct. What a sigh is there? the heart is sorely gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth pa- charg'd. per, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal 10 Gent. I would not have such a heart in my boit, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a som, for the dignity of the whole body. most fast sleep.

Doct. Well, well, well, Doct. A great perturbation in nature, to receive Gent. Pray God, it be, sir. at once the benerit of sleep, and do the effects of Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet watching. In this slumbry agitation, besides her 15 I have known those which have walk'd in their walking, and other actual performances, what, at sleep, who have died holily in their beds. any tinie, have you heard her say?

Lady. Wash your hands, put on your nightGent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. gown, look not so pale:--I tell you yet again,

Doct. You may, to me; and ’tis most meet you Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. should.

120 Doct. Even so? Gent. Neither to you, nor any one ; having no Lady. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the witness to contirm iny speech.

gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your Enter Lady Macbeth with a Taper. hand; What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise;

to bed, to bed.

[Erit Lady. and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her: 25 Doct. Will she go now to bed ? stand close.

Gent. Directly.

[deeds Doct. How came she by that light?

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural Gent. Why, it stood by her; she has light by Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds her continually; 'tis her command.

To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. Doct. You see, her eyes are open.

30 More needs she the livine, than the physician.-Gent. Av, but their sense is shut.

God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ; Doct. What is it she does now ? Look, how she Remove from her the means of all annoyance, rubs her hands.

And still keep eyes upon her:-So, good-night: Gent. It is an accustom'd action with her, to My mind she has mated', and amaz'd

my sight: seemn thus washing her hands; I have known her 35 I think, but dare not speak. continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Gent. Good night, good doctor, [Exeunt. Lady. Yet here's a spot.

SC EN E II. Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what Drum and Colours. Enter Menteth, Cathness, comes from her, to satisty my remembrance the

Angus, Leno.r, and Soldiers. niore strongly.

401 Ment. The English power is near,

led on by Lady. Out, damu'd spot! out, I say !--One; Hisuncle Siward and the good Macdutt. (Malcolm, Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't ;-Hell is Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes murky! !-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afraid? Would, to the bleeding, and the grini alarm, what need we fear who knows it, when none can Excite the mortified mau'. call our power to account ?-Yet who would have 45 Ang. Near Birnam wood

[ing. thought the old man to have had so much bloou Shall we well meet thein; that way are they com. in him?

Crth. Who knows, if Douaibain be with his Doct. Do you mark that?

brother? Lady. The thane of File had a wife; Where is Len. For certain, sir, le is not: I have a file she now ?-What, will these hands ne'er be 50 Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, clean ?-No more o' that, my lord, no more o' Ind many unrough youths“, that even now that: you mar áll with this starting.

Protest their first of manhood. Mr. Steevens with great acuteness observes on this passage, that Lady Macbeth is acting over in a dream the business of the murder of Duncan, and encouraging her husband as when awake; and cer. tainly imagines herself here talking to Macbeth, who (she supposes) has just said, Ill is murky, (t. ". hell is a dismal place to go to in consequence of such a deed) and repeats his words in contempt of his cowardice; Hellis murky-Fie, fie, my lord, fie! a soldier and afraid? 21. c. astonished, contounder.

By the mortified man, is meant, a religious; one who has subdued his passions, is dead to the world, has abandoned it, and all the affairs of il : an dscetic. * i. e. sinooth-faced, uube:ded youties,

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Ment. What does the tyrant?

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Seyton !

[not. Some say, he's mad; others that lesser hate him,

Enter Seyton. Do call it valiant fury : but, for certain,

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

5 Macb. What news more?

[ed. Within the belt of rule.

Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reporte Ang. Now he does feel

Macb. I'll fight, 'till from my bones my flesh His secret murders sticking on his hands;

be hack'd.
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ; Give me my armour,
Those, he commands, move only in command, 10 Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title

Macb. I'll put it on.
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Send out more horses, skirr’ the country round;
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me minc Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, 15 How does your patient, doctior? When all that is within him does condemn

Doct. Not so sick, my lord, Itself, for being there?

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Cath. Well, inarch we on,

That keep her from her rest. To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:

Macb. Cure her of that: Meet we the medecin' of the sickly weal; 20 Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Each drop'of us.

Raze out the written troubles of the brain; Len. Or so much as it needs,

And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff, Make we our march towards Birnam.

25 Which weighs upon the heart? [Ereunt, marching Doct. Therein the patient SCENE III.

Must minister to himself.

Macb. Throw physick tothe dogs, I'll none of itEnter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.

Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them tly 30 Seyton,sendout.--Doctor, the thanes flyfrom me:"Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, [all; Come, sir, dispatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, cast I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The waters of my land, find her disease, Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know And purge it to a sound and pristine health, All mortal consciences, have pronounc'd me thus: I would applaud thee to the very echo, Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, 35 That should applaud again.—Pull't off, I say.Shalle er have power upon thee.-Then fly, false What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, And mingle with the English epicures: [thanes, Would scour these English hence? – Hearest thou The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,

of them ? Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation

40 Makes us bear something.
Enter a Serrant.

Macb. Bring it after me.-
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Where got'st thou that goose look ? [loon! 'Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
Ser. There is ten thousand-

Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Macb. Geese, villain ?

45 Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exe. Ser. Soldiers, sir.

Macb. Go,prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lilly-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch* ?

Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolm, Simard, Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine

Macduff, Siward's Son, Menteth, Cathness, Are counsellors to fear'. What soldiers whey-face : 50 Angus, and Soldiers marching. Ser. The English force, so please you.

Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton ! I am

That chambers will be safe. sick at heart.

Ment. We doubt it nothing,
When I behold-Seyton, I say!—This push

Siw. What wood is this before us?
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. 155 Ment. The wood of Birnam.
I have livd long enough: my May of life

Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Is falln into the sear", the yellow leaf:

And bear't before him ; thereby shall we shadow And that which should accompany old age, The number of our host, and inake discovery As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Err in report of us. I must not look to have; but, in their stead, 160 Sol. It shall be done. Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant

'i. e. physician. 2.To sag, or swag, is to sink down by its own weight, or by an overload. » Loon signifies a base fellow, * i. e. fool.. The meaning is, they infect others who see them with cowardice. • Seur is dry: ? To skirr signifies to scour, to ride hastily. * To cast the water was the phrase in use for finding out disorders by the inspection of urine.



Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure

Mes. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so : Our setting down before't.

Within this three mile inay you sce it coming : Mal. Tis bis main hope:

I say, a moving grove. For where there is advantage to be given'

Much. If thou speak'st false, Both more and less' have given him the revolt; 5 l'pon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, And none serve with him but constrained things, Will fanine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, Whose hearts are absent too.

I care not if thou dost for me as much.Macd. Let our just censures

I pull in resolution; and begin Attend the true event, and put we on

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, Industrious soldiership.

10 That lies like truth : Fiar not'till Birnam wood Sit. The time approaches,

Do come to Dunsinane ;--and now a wood That will with due decision make us know

Comes toward Dunsinane.--Arm, arm, and out!What we shall say we have, and what we owe. If this, which he avouches, does appear, Thought speculative their unsure hopes relate ; There is no flying hence, nor tarrying here. But certain issue strokes must arbitrate': 15 I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, [done. Towards which advance the war. (Ere, marching. And wish the estate o' the world were now unSCE N E V.

Ring the alarum bell :-Blow, wind! come, wrack)

At least we'll die with harness on our back. [Exe. Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers, with drums

SCEN E VI. and colours.

20 Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolm, Sivard, Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls: Macduff, and their Army, with boughs. The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens Will laugh a siége to scorn: here let them lie,

throw down, "Till famine and the ague eat them up :

And shew like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, 25 shall

, with my cousin, your right-noble son, We might have met them dareful beard to beard, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, And beat them backward home. What is that noise: Shall take upon us what else remains to do,

[A cry within of women. According to our order. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Siw. Fare you well. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of sears: 20 Do we but find the tyrant's power to-niglit, The time has been, my senses would have coordi Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. [all breath, To bear a night-shriek ; and my* fell of hair Alucd. Make all our trumpets speak; give thein Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. As life were in't: I have supt full with horrors;

[Ereunt. Alarums continued. Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, 35

SCENE VII. Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry:

Enter Macbeth. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Macb. They have ty'd me to a stake; I cannot Mucb. She should have dy'd hereafter ;

fly, There would have been a time for such a word.- But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's he, Tomorrow, and to-morrow, and to-inorrow, 10 That was not born of woman? Such a one Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Am I to fear, or none. To the last syllable of recorded time;

Enter Young Sirard. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

Yo. Siro. What is thy name? The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. [name Lile's but a walking shadow ; a poor player,

45 Yo. Size. No; though throu call'st thyself a hotter That struts and frets his hour




is in hell. And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Mlacb. My name's Macbeth.

[a title Told by an ideot, full of sound and fury,

Yo. Siw. The devil himseli could not pronounce Signifying nothing.

More hateful to mine car.
Enter a Messenger.

50 Macb. No, nor more fearful. (sword 'Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with iny Mes. Gracious iny lord,


the lie thou speak’st. I should report that which I say I saw,

[Fight; and Young Siward is sluin. But know not how to do'l.

Macb. Thou wast born of woman. itacb. Well, say, sir.

155 But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Mes. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Erit. I look'd toward Birnamn, and anon, methought,

Alarums. Enter Macduff: The wood began to move.

Alacd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, shew dlacb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him

thy face; ? That is, opportunity to be gone. ? More and less is the same with greater and less. 'i.e. determine. "My fairy part, my cupillilium. Fell is skin. Recorded is probably here used for recording, or recordable. Clung, in the northern counties, signifies any thing that is shrivelled or shrunk p. By famine, the intestines are, as it were, ştuck together. To be clem'd is a Staftordshisu expression signifying to be starv'd. To cling likewise siguities to compress, to embrace. Cc


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If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, { throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; My wife and children's ghosts will baunt me still.' dud danin'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms

[Ereunt, fighting. Alarums. Are hird to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Re-enter fighting, and Macbeth is slain. Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, 5 Retreat and tourish, Enter with drum and coI sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be; lours, Malcolm, Old-Siward, Rosse, Thanes, By this great clatter, one of greatest note

and Soldiers. Seems bruited'; Let me find him, fortune! and Alul. I would the friends we miss, were safe More I beg pot. [Erit. Alarum.

arriy'd. Enter Malcolm and old Siward.

10 Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, Siw. This way, my lord;—the castle's gently So great a day as this is cheaply bought. renderd:

Mal. Macduttis missing, and your noble son. The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;

Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's The noble thanes do bravely in the war ;

He only liy'd but 'till he was a man, (debt: The day almost itself professes yours,

15 The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd And little is to do.

In the unshrinking station where he fought, Mal. We have met with foes

But like a man he dy'd. That strike beside iis.

Siw. Then he is dead?

(of sorrow Six. Enter, sir, the castle. (Exeunt. Alarum. Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause Re-enter Macbeth.

20 Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then

it hath no end. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die

Sit. Had he his burts before? On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes

Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Do better upon them.

Six. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Re-enter Macduff:

25 Had I as many sons as I have hairs, Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.

I would not wish them to a fairer death;
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: And so his knell is knollid.
But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd Mal. Ile's worth more sorrow,
With blood of thine already.

And that I'll spend for him.
Macd. I have no words,

130 Siw. He's worth no more ; My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain They say, he parted well, and paid his score: Than ternis can give thee out! (Fight. Alurum. And so, God be with him! Here comes newer Macb. Thou losest labour:

comfort. As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air?

Re-enter Alacduf with Macbeth's head, With thy keen sword impress, as muke me bleed: 35 Alacd. Hail, king? for so thou art: Bebold, Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

where stands I bear a charmed life, which must not yield The usurper's cursed head: the time is free; To one of woman born.

I see thee compass'd with thy kingdomn's pearl', Macd. Despair thy charm;

That speak my salutation in their minds;
And let the angel, whom thou still hast sery'd, 40 Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Hail, king of Scotland !
Untimely ripp'd.

All. Hail, king of Scotland ! [Fourish. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, Mal. Weshall not spend a large expence of time, For it hath cow'd my better part of man! Before we reckon with your several loves, {men, And be thcse juggling fiends no more believ'd, 45 And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsThat palter' with us in a double sense ;

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland That keep the word of promise to our ear,

In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, And break it to our hope.—I'll not fight with thee. Which would be planted newly with the time,Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

A calling home our exild friends abroad, And live to be the shew and gaze o' the time. 50 Chat fled the snares of watchful tyranny; We'll have thee, as our rarer sonsters are, Producing forth the cruel ministers Painted upon a pole; and under-writ,

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; Here may you see the tyrant.

Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands Macb. I will not yield,

Took off her lile ; This, and what needful else
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, 55 That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse. We will perforin in measure, time, and place;
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
Yet I will try the last : Before my body

[Flourish. Excunt. "To bruit is to report with clamour; to noise. 2 i. e. air which cannot be cut. Si. e. that skufle with ambiguous expressions, See note", p. 367. i. c, thy kingdoni's wealth.

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