Mal. Ross. Be't their comfort We are coming thither: gracious England hath That Christendom gives out. Would I could answer This comfort with the like! But I have words Macd. Ross. What concern they? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief No mind that's honest Macd. If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. 200 Ross. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard. Macd. Hum! I guess at it. Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, 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'erfraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, Macd. He has no children. All my pretty ones? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam Mal. Dispute it like a man. Macd. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, 220 That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now! Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, 230 And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, Cut short all intermission; front to front Mal. Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; This tune goes manly. may; The night is long that never finds the day. 240 [Exeunt. Act Fifth. Scene I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle. Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. it she last walked? When was Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night- Doct. A great perturbation in nature, to receive at 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 20 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? Gent. Why, it stood by her she has light by 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 30 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: |