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. 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 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. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Country near DUNSINANE. Enter, with drum and colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, Ang. Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. 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, What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Some say, he's mad: others, that lesser hate him, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule. Ang. Now does he feel Ment. Who, then, shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil and start, When all that is within him does condemn Itself for being there? Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Len. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. [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 : I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sag with doubt, nor shake with fear. Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon Where gott'st thou that goose look? Serv. There is ten thousand Macb. Geese, villain? Serv. Soldiers, Sir. Mach. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! those linen cheel of thine [Exit Serv. Seyton -I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!—This push Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Macb. What news more? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on.— Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour.— Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Mach. Throw physic to the dogs,-I'll none of it.- The water of my land, find her disease, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.-Pull 't off, I say.- Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them? Macb. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Bring it after me.— Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exeunt all except Doctor. [Exit. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, SCENE IV.-Country near DUNSINANE: a Wood in view. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, That chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Siw. We learn no other but the confident tyrant 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; Macd. Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. Siw. Let our just censures 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; [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V.-DUNSINANE. Within the Castle. Enter, with drum and colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, [A cry within of Women. What is that noise? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.— To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story, quickly. Mess. Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Well, say, Sir. Macb. [Exit. |