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walking, and other actual performances, 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?

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 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 \4—Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier, and afeard?

4 Hell is murky!] Murky is dark. Lady Macbeth is

acting over, in a dream, the business of the murder of Duncan, and encouraging her husband as when awake. She, therefore, would not have even hinted the terrors of hell to one whose conscience she saw was too much alarmed already for her purpose. She certainly imagines herself here talking to Macbeth, who, (she supposes,) had just said, Hell is murky, (i. e. hell is a dismal place

What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power 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.5

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. Tray 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 nightgown; look not so pale:—I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave.

Doct. Even so?

Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at

to go to in consequence of such a deed,) and repeats his words in contempt of his cowardice.

s you mar all with this starting.] Alluding to the terrors of

Macbeth, when the Ghost broke in on the festivity of the banquet.

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 deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine, than the physician.— God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her:—So, good night: My mind she has mated,8 and amaz'd my sight: I think, but dare not speak.

Gent. Good night, good doctor.



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, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man.7

Ang. Near Birnam wood

'My mind she has mated,] i. e. amated, dismayed. 7 Excite the mortified man.] i. e. a religious, an ascetic. * unrough youth,] i. e. smooth-faced, unbearded.


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
Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son,
And many unrough youths,8 that even now
Protest their first of manhood.

Ment. What does the tyrant?

Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate

Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of rule.

Ang. Now does he feel

His secret murders sticking on his hands;
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Those he commands, move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

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 ?9

Cath. Well, march on,

To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the medecin1- of the sickly weal:
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Each drop of us.

Len. Or so much as it needs,

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.

1 the medecin —] i. e. physician.


To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam.

[Exeunt, marching.

Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.

Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.

Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly

all; Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus: Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, Shall e'er have power on thee. Then fly, false

thanes, And mingle with the English epicures: The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sagg with doubt," nor shake with fear.

Enter a Servant.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon !3 Where got'st thou that goose look?

Serv. There is ten thousand

Macb. Geese, villain?

Serv. Soldiers, sir.

Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?

1 Shall never sagg with doubt,] To sag, or swag, is to sink down by its own weight, or by an overload.

3 loon /] At present this word is only used in Scotland,

and signifies a base fellow.

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