I thank you, doctor. [Exit Doctor. Macd. What's the disease he means? Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil: A most miraculous work in this good king; Which often, since my here-remain in England, I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows; but strangely visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures; Hanging the golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayer: and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Rosse. Alas, poor country: Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs and groans, and shrieks that rent the air, Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstacy; the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives Expire before the flowers in their caps, Dying, or ere they sicken. Mucd. Ọ, relation, Too nice, and yet too true! What is the newest grief? How does my wife? And all my children? Rosse. Well too. Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when did leave them. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; goes it? How Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor Of many worthy fellows that were out: Macd. What concerns they? That general cause? or is it a fee-grief, Macd. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue forever, Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd! to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry 3 of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Mal. Merciful heaven!What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? Rosse. That could be found. Macd. My wife kill'd too? Rosse. Mal. Wife, children, servants, all And I must be from thence! I have said. 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?-O, hell-kite!-All? What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Mal. Dispute it like a man. I shall do so; Cut short all intermission; front to front, The night is long that never finds the day. [Exeunt ACT V. SCENE I-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. | seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gentle-upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold woman. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked? Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have Overpowers, subdues. 7 The coin called an angel. 8 Common distress of mind it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed: yet all this while in a most fast sleep. Doct. A great perturbation i. nature! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching. In this slumbry agitatio besides her 9 Put off. 2 A grief that has a single owner. The game after it is killed 1 Catch. walking, and other actual performance, what, at any time, have you heard her say? Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you should. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise: and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. Doct. How came she by that light? Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with nis orotner Now does he feel her continually; 'tis her command. Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady M. Yet here's a spot. Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say! One; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't:- -Hell is murky! Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier, and afear'd? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our powers to account?-Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? 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 clean-No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that: you mar all with this starting. Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you 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, Gent. '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. Those he commands, move only in command, Ment. Cath. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil and start, Len. Or so much as it needs, [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!' Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. Mucb. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale: I tell you yet again, Ban-Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? quo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at 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. Death of thy soul! those linen checks of thine When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; Unnatural Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf: deeds Mach. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.— Come, put mine armor on; give me my stall. Enter a Messenger Mess. Gracious my lord, I shall report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Macb. Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me:-Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Mach. Bring it after me.I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane. A Wood in view. Enter, with Drum and Colors, MALCOLM, old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand That chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Ment. The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host, and inake discovery Err in report of us. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt; And none serve with him but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too. Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; But certain issue strokes must arbitrate: Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colors, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Mach. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Till famine, and ague, eat them up: Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home. What is that noise? [A cry within of women. Sey. It is the cry of woman, my good lord. Mach. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.--Wherefore was that cry? Sey The queen, my lord, is dead. Mact. She should have died hereafter; 1. 4. Greater and less. • Skin. Liar, and slave! Well, say, str. To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colors, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, with Boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, Siw. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Plain. If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Co Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheath again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; And little is to do. I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. Macb. With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Macd. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee. And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. Here may you see the tyrant. Macb. I'll not yield. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Lors, MALCOLM, old SIWARD. ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers. Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar rived. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mat. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt He only liv'd but till he was a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Siw. of sorrow It hath no end. Siw. Had he his hurts before? Rosse. Ay, on the front. Siw. Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. Siw. He's worth no more, They say he parted well, and paid his score: Pole. Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland- KING JOHN. KING JOHN. PERSONS REPRESENTED. PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards K. Henry III. WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury. HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the King. PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-Brother, Bastard JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulconbridge. LEWIS, the Dauphin. CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to K. Jolin ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and Mother of King John. CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard, and Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, SCENE-Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France. ACT I. SCENE I.-Northampton. A Room of State in Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of In my behaviour, to the majesty, Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty! Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? Controlment for controlment: so answer France. The furthest limit of my embassy. The thunder of my cannon shall be heard: [Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE This might have been prevented, and made whole, K. John. Our strong possession, ai our right, Eli. Your strong possession, much more thar Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, K. John. Let them approach,— [Exit Sheriff K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in This expedition's charge.-What men are you? peace: Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France: For ere thou canst report I will be there 1 In the manner I now do. Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest scu, As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge, Conduct, administration |