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the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, to bed, to bed.
Exit Lady MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural
Good night, good doctor.
The Country near Dunsinane.
Enter, with Drum and Colours, MenterH, CATH
NESS, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.
Near Birnam wood
My mind she has mated,] i. e. amated, dismayed. ? Excite the mortified man.) i. e. a religious, an ascetic.
Shall we well meet them; that way are they com
ing Cath. Who, knows, if Donalbain be with his
What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate
Now does he feel
Who then shall blame
Well, march on,
Or so much as it needs,
unrough youths,] i. e. smooth-faced, unbearded. 9 When all that is within him does condemn
Itself, for being there ?] That is, when all the faculties of the mind are employed in self-condemnation.
the medecin-] i. e. physician. VOL. IV.
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam.
Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.
Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them fly
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
Enter a Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon !
Serv. There is ten thousand-
Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy
fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?
2 Shall never sagg with doubt,) To sag, or swag, is to sink down by its own weight, or by an overload.
loon!] At present this word is only used in Scotland, and signifies a base fellow.
Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine
Serv. The English force, so please you.
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
What news more? Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was re
ported. 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.
* I have liv'd long enough: my way of life, &c.] As there is no relation between the way of life, and fallen into the sear,
I am inclined to think that the W is only an M inverted, and that it was originally written:
my May of life. I am now passed from the spring to the autumn of my days: but I am without those comforts that should succeed the sprightliness of bloom, and support me in this melancholy season.
The author has May in the same sense elsewhere. Johnson.
This opinion, however, has been ably controverted by some of the commentators. s. the sear,] Sear is dry.
Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine ar
How does your patient, doctor?
Not so sick, my lord,
Cure her of that:
Therein the patient
it.Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from Come, sir, despatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.—Pullit off, I say.What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou
of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb.
Bring it after me.
skirr the country round;] To skirr, signifies to scour, to ride hastily.
cast The water of my land,] To cast the water was the phrase in use for finding out disorders by the inspection of urine.