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The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it: From this moment,
The firstlings of my hand. And even now
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
The castle of Macduff I will surprise;
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword
Come, bring me where they are.
SCENE II.-Fife.-A Room in MACDUFF'S
Enter Lady MACDUFF, her SON, and ROSSE.
Rosse. You must have patience, madam.
His flight was madness: When our actions do
Our fears do make us traitors. +
Rosse. You know not,
Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.
L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave
His mansion, and his titles, in a place
He wants the natural touch for the poor wren
Rosse. My dearest coz,
I pray you, school yourself: But, for your hus
He is noble, wise, judicions, and best knows
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors,
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort :
Son. As birds do, mother.
L. Mued. What, with worms and flies?
Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
L. Macd. Poor bird! thoud'st never fear the net, nor lime, The pit-fall nor the gin.
Son. Why should, mother? Poor birds they
are not set for.
Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband?
• Follow. +1. e. Our flight is considered as evidence of our Fight Natural affection. 1 Sirrah was not, in our author's time, a term
From what we fear, yet know not what we
But float upon a wild and violent sea,
To what they were before.-My pretty cousin,
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's father-Young fry of treachery?
I have done no barm. But I remember now
am in this earthy world; where, to do harm, Is often laudable; to do good, sometime, Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas! Do I put up that womanly defence, To say I have done no harm ?What are these faces ?
Mur. Where is your husband?
L. Macd. I hope in no place so unsanctified,
Son. Thou ly'st. thou shag-ear'd villain.
Son. He has killed me, mother;
[Dies. Exit Lady MACDUFF, crying murder, and pursued by the MURDERERS. SCENE III-England.-A Room in the King's Palace.
Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF.
Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
My father is not dead, for all your saying.
Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good
Bestride our downfall'n birthdom: + Each new New widows howl: new orphans cry; new sorrows
I am perfectly acquainted with your rank.
Alal. Be not offended:
I speak not as in au absolute fear of you.
I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke;
Macb. What should he be ?
Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted, That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd With my confineless harms.
Macd. Not in the legions
Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd In evils to top Macbeth.
Mal. I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name : But there's no bottom, none, In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daugh
Your matrous, and your maids, could not fill up
Macd. Boundless intemperance
† I. e. A good mrud may recede from goodness in the execution of a royal cominission.
Legally settled by those who had the final adjudi
breast, Thy hope ends here!
Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Mac
By many of these trains hathg sought to win me
+ May be endured. Over-hasty credulity.
Now we'll together: And the chance of good
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you
Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things
'Tis hard to reconcile.
Enter a DOCTOR.
Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king
Doct. Ay, Sir: there are a crew of wretched
That stay his cure: their malady convinces •
Mal. I thank you, doctor.
A most miraculous work in this good king;
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
Macd. See, who comes here?
Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him
Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
The means that make us strangers!
Rosse. Sir, Amen.
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?
A modern ecstacy; the dead man's knell
Macd. O relation,
Too nice, and yet too true!
Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the
speaker; Each minute teems a new one.
Macd. How does my wife?
Rosse. Why, well.
Macd. And all my children?
Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their
Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when
did leave them.
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
A compliment to the Stuarts, who touched for the • Overpowers, subdues.
1 Commen distress of mind.
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot :
Mal. Be it their comfort,
We are coming thither; gracious England hath
That Christendom gives out.
Rosse. 'Would I could answer
That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
The general cause? or is it a fee-grief, t
Due to some single breast?
Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,
Macd. He has no children.--All my pretty
Rosse. Alas, poor country;
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Did you say, all ?-O hell-kite !-All?
Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell swoop?
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs and groans, and shrieks that rend the air,
Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow
Rosse. No mind, that's honest,
But in it shares some woe; though the main part
Mucd. If it be mine,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
Macd. Humph! I guess at it.
Rosse. Your castle is surpriz❜d: your wife,
Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
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?
That could be found.
Macd. And I must be from thence I
My wife kill'd too?
Rosse. I have said.
Mal. Be comforted;
Mal. Dispute it like a man.
But I must also feel it as a man:
cannot but remember such things were, That were not precious to me.-Did heaven And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, look on, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them now!
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: Jet grief Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, eniage [it. Maed. O I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue !-But, gentle beaven,
Cut short all intermission; front to front,
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;
Mal. This tune goes manly.
Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer
• Put off.
SCENE I.-Dunsinane.—A Room in the Cas-bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBETH.
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unna-
Enter a DOCTOR of Physic, and a waiting
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 bave seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, after-God, wards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
ceive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to reeffects of watching.-In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking, and other actual performances, what, at any time, bave 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;
the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your band; What's done, cannot be undone : To
Doct. How came she by that light?
Doct. You see, her eyes are open.
Gent. It is an accustomed action with ber, 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 !-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afear'd? 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.
Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds
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 sight 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.
More needs she the divine, than the physi
God, forgive us all! Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt.
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
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.
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 of his grave.
Doct. Even so?
Ang. 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
Mucb. Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Duustnane.
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 Colours, 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, Aud bear't before him; thereby shall we sha dow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us.
Sold. It shall be done.
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Mal. 'Tis his main hope:
For where there is advantage to be given,
volt; 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
Siw. The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know
Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH,
Macb. 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,
our's, 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 women, my good lord. Macb. I bave alinost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd