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Doct. A great perturbation in nature,—to Gent. I would not have such a heart in my receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. effects of watching !- In this slumbery agitation, Doct. Well, well, well, besides her walking and other actual performances, Gent. Pray God it be, sir, what, at any time, have you heard her say ?
Doct. This disease is beyond my practice : yet Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after I have known those which have walked in their her.
sleep who have died holily in their beds. Doct. You may to me; and 't is most meet QUEEN. Wash your hands, put on your you should.
night-gown; look not so pale :- I tell you yet GENT. Neither to you nor any one; having no again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out on's witness to confirm my speech. Lo you! here she grave.
Doct. Even so ?
QUEEN. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at
the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me Enter QUEEN, with a taper.
your hand : what's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
[Exit. This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast
Doct. Will she go now to bed ?
GENT. Directly asleep. Observe her: stand close. 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
deeds her continually; 't is her command. Doct. You see, her eyes are open.
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. GENT. Ay, but their sense is* shut.
More needs she the divine than the physician :-Doct. What is it she does now ? Look, how
God, God * forgive us all !-Look after her ; she rubs her hands.
Remove from her the means of all annoyance, Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to
And still keep eyes upon her :-50, good night: seem thus washing her hands: I have known her
My mind she has mated, and amaz’d my sight: continue in this a quarter of an hour.
I think, but dare not speak. QUEEN. Yet here's a spot.
Good night, good doctor. Doct. Hark! she speaks: I will set down
[Exeunt. what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
QUEEN. Out, damned spot ! out, I say —One, two; why, then 't is time to do 't :-Hell is
SCENE II.— The Country near Dunsinane. murky!- Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afеard ? What need we fear who knows it, when none can Enter, with drum and colours, MENTEITII, call our power to account ?—Yet who would have
CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers. thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Ment. The English power is near, led on by Doct. Do you mark that ?
Malcolm, QUEEN. The thane of Fife had a wife; where His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff: is she now ?—What, will these hands ne'er be Revenges burn in them : for their dear causes clean ?—No more o' that, my lord, no more o' Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, that: you mar all with this starting.
Excite the mortified man. Doct. Go to, go to ; you have known what Ang.
Near Birnam wood you should not.
Shall we well meet them; that way are they Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I
coming. am sure of that: heaven knows what she has CAITH. Who knows if Donalbain be with his known.
brother ? QUEEN. Here's the smell of the blood still : LEN. For certain, sir, he is not : I have a filo all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son, little hand. Oh! oh! oh!
And many unrough youths, that even now Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is Protest their first of manhood. sorely charged.
What does the tyrant ?
(*) old text, are. • God, God forgire us all!] A misprint, probably, for “Good
b – the mortified man.) The ascetic, the anchorile.
Caith. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies :
Enter a Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd Within the belt of rule.
look ? His secret murders sticking on his hands ;
SERV. There is ten thousand Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ; К. МАСв. .
Geese, villain ? Those he commands move only in command,
Soldiers, sir. Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
K. MACB. Go, prick thy face, and over-red Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
thy fear, Upon a dwarfish thief.
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ? MENT. Who, then, shall blame
Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheyWhen all that is within him does condemn
face? Itself for being there?
Serv. The English force, so please you.
K. Macb. Take thy face hence.-
[Exit Servant. Meet we the med’cine of the sickly weal ;
Seyton !-I am sick at heart, And with him pour we, in our country's purge, When I behold-Seyton, I say !—This push Each drop of us.
Will chair e me ever, or dis-seat me now. LEN. Or so much as it needs,
I have liv'd long enough: my way of life To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; weeds.
And that which should accompany old age, Make we our march towards Birnam.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, [Exeunt, marching. I must not look to have ; but in their stead,
Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Enter King MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.
K. MACB. Bring me no more reports ;-let them
fly all :
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
SEY. What is your gracious pleasure ?
What news more ?
flesh be hack’d.-
'Tis not needed yet.
How does your patient, doctor ?
Not so sick, my lord,
Cure her of that:
a He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause-] The late Mr. S. Walker proposed course for "cause," but surely change may be dispensed with here.
b- the med'cine-) The physician.
e Will chair me ever, or dis-seat me now. ] “ Chair" is an emendation due to Dr. Percy, the old text having "cheer."
f way of life-] The arguments for and against Johnson's
proposal to read “May of life," extend over four pages of the Variorum edition. It is unnecessary now to repeat them: most readers have learnt from Capell or Gifford that " way of life," the cursus vitæ of the Romans, is "a simple periphrasis for life.” Those who are unacquainted with the latter's excellent note upon this phrase, should refer to it :- Massinger's Works, Vol. iv. p. 309, éd. 1813. See also Florio's “World of Wordes," 1611, in roce
"Guado," which “ resolute John” explains to mean, among other things, "the way, course, or race of man's life."
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas’d; The numbers of our host, and make discovery Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Err in report of us. Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;
It shall be done. And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff a
tyrant Which weighs upon the heart?
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Doct.
Therein the patient Our setting down before 't.(1) Must minister to himself.
'Tis his main hope: K. MacB. Throw physic to the dogs,—I'll For where there is advantage to be given, none of it.
Both more and less have given him the revolt; Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff :- And none serve with him but constrained things, Seyton, send out.—Doctor, the thanes fly from Whose hearts are absent too.
Let our just censures Come, sir, dispatch.—If thou couldst, doctor, cast Attend the true event, and put we on The water of my land, find her disease,
Industrious soldiership. And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
The time approaches, I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That will with due decision make us know That should applaud again.—Pull't off, I say.-- What we shall say we have, and what we owe. What rhubarb, senna,* or what purgative drug, Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate ; Would scour these English hence ?-Hear'st thou But certain issue strokes must arbitrate : of them ?
Towards which advance the war. Dowr. Ay, my good lord ; your royal pre
[Exeunt, marching. paration Makes us hear something. K. MacB.
Bring it after me.I will not be afraid of death and bane,
SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
[Exeunt all except the Doctor. Enter, with drum and colours, KING MACBETH, Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
SEYTON, and Soldiers. Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit.
K. MacB. Hang out our banners on the outward
The cry is still, They come. Our castle's strength SCENE IV.--Country near Dunsinane: a Wood Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie in view.
Till famine and the ague cat them up.
Were they not forc'do with those that should be Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old
ours, SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, Ross, and And beat them backward home. Soldiers, marching.
[A cry of women within.
What is that noise ? Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. hand,
[Exit. That chambers will be safe.
K. Macs. I have almost forgot the taste of MENT. We doubt it nothing.
fears : Siw. What wood is this before us?
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd MENT.
The wood of Birnam. To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow As life were in’t: I have supp'd full with horrors;
(*) Old text, Cyme. a Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff-) To avoid the disagreeable recurrence of the word "stuff," Steevens was led to read, " foul bosom," and he adduced in support of his eme.. !ation the line in "As You Like It," Act II. Sc. 6,
“Cleanse the foul body of the infected world." Notwithstanding Malone's defence of the repetition, we are strongly inclined to believe with Steevens that the line originally stood as he presents it, or thus," Cleanse the clogg'd bosom of that perilous stuff,” &c.;
“ Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous load," &c. b For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less have given him the revolt;] Given, in the first line, is indubitably wrong, and was probably caught up by the compositor from the line which follows. Jobnson suggested, "- advantage to be gone;" &c. Steevens,“- ad. vantage to be got," &c.; and Mr. Singer, "- - advantage to be gain'd," &c.
c- forc'd-] Strengthened. Mr. Collier's annotator reads, farc'd!
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Wherefore was that cry y? SEY.
The queen, my lord, is dead. K. 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, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing:
Within this three mile may you see it coming ;
If thou speak’st false,
undone. Ring the alarum-bell !—Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
And show like those you are.—You, worthy uncle, | I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst
Seems bruited.-Let me find him, Fortune! MacD. Make all our trumpets speak ; give | And more I beg not.
[Exit. Alarums. them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums.
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord ;—the castle 's gently
The noble thanes do bravely in the war ;
And little is to do.
We have met with foes
That strike beside us. K. MACB. They have tied me to a stake ; I Siw.
Enter, sir, the castle. cannot fly,
[Exeunt. Alarums. But, bear-like, I must fight the course.—What's
he That was not born of woman ? Such a one Am I to fear, or none.
SCENE VIII.-The same. Another part of the
Enter young SIWARD.
Enter KING MACBETI,
Yo. Siw. What is thy name ?
Thou ’lt be afraid to hear it.
hotter name Than
is in hell. K. MACB. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce
K. MACB. Why should I play the Roman
fool, and die
More hateful to mine ear.
Turn, hell-hound, turn !
K. MACB. Of all men else I have avoided
But get thee back; my soul is too much charg'd I'll prove the lie thou speak’st.
With blood of thine already. [The fight, and young SIWARD is slain.
I have no words, K. MacB. Thou wast born of woman.
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Than terms can give thee out ! [They fight. Brandish'd by man that 's of a woman born.
Thou losest labour: [Exit. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed :
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ;
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born. MacD. That way the noise is.—Tyrant, show Macp.
Despair thy charm;
And let the angel whom thou still hast servd