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The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,

Unless the deed go with it: From this moment,
The very firstlings of my heart shall be

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
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
That trace bis line. No boasting like a fool;
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool:
But no more sights !-Where are these gentle-
men?

Come, bring me where they are.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Fife.-A Room in MACDUFF'S
Castle.

Enter Lady MACDUFF, her SON, and ROSSE.
L. Maed. What had he done, to make him
fly the land ?

Rosse. You must have patience, madam.
L. Macd. He had none:

His flight was madness: When our actions do
not,

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 babes,

His mansion, and his titles, in a place
From whence himself does fly? He loves us

not;

:

He wants the natural touch for the poor wren
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.

Rosse. My dearest coz,

I pray you, school yourself: But, for your hus

baud,

He is noble, wise, judicions, and best knows
The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much

further:

But cruel are the times, when we are traitors,
And do not know ourselves; when we hold

runiour

less.

Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay
longer,

It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort :
I take my leave at once.
[Erit Rosse.
L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will you
live?

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?
L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any
market.

treason.

• 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

for.
of reproach.

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From what we fear, yet know not what we
fear;

But float upon a wild and violent sea,
Each way, and move.-I take my leave of you:
Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb
upward

To what they were before.-My pretty cousin,
Blessing upon you!

L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's father-Young fry of treachery?

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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 ?

Enter MURDERERS.

Mur. Where is your husband?

L. Macd. I hope in no place so unsanctified,
Where such as thou may'st find him.
Mur. He's a traitor,

Son. Thou ly'st. thou shag-ear'd villain.
Mur. What, you egg? [Stabbing him.

Son. He has killed me, mother;
Run away, I pray you.

[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.
L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
for a father?
Like syllable of dolour.
Mal. What I believe, I'll wail;

Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Macd. Let us rather

Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good
men,
moru,

Bestride our downfall'n birthdom: + Each new New widows howl: new orphans cry; new sorrows

I am perfectly acquainted with your rank.
Birthright.

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Alal. Be not offended:

I speak not as in au absolute fear of you.

I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,
There would be hands uplifted in my right:
And here, from gracious England, have I offer
Of goodly thousands: But, for all this,
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
Shall have more vices than it had before;
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.

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

ters,

Your matrous, and your maids, could not fill up
The cistern of my lust; and my desire
All continent impediments would o'er-bear,
That did oppose my will: Better Macbeth,
Than such a one to reign.

Macd. Boundless intemperance

• Befriend.

† 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

cation.

Lascivious.

Passionate.

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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

beth

By many of these trains hathg sought to win me
Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste: But God above
Deal between thee and me! for even now
I put myself to thy direction, and
Unspeak mine own detraction: here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman; never was forsworn ;
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;
At no time broke my faith; would not betray
The devil to his fellow; and delight
No less in truth than life: my first false speak-
ing
Was this upon myself: What I am truly,
Is thine and my poor country's, to coinmand
Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
All ready at a point, was setting forth:

• Plenty.

+ May be endured. Over-hasty credulity.

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Now we'll together: And the chance of good

ness

Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you
silent?

Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things
at once,

'Tis hard to reconcile.

Enter a DOCTOR.

Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king
forth, I pray you?

Doct. Ay, Sir: there are a crew of wretched
souls,

That stay his cure: their malady convinces •
The great assay of art: but, at his touch,
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand,
They presently amend.

Mal. I thank you, doctor.
Macd. What is the disease he means?
[Exit DOCTOR.
Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil :

A most miraculous work in this good king;
Which often, since my here-remain in Eng.

land,

MACBETH.

I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
Himself best knows :
people,
but strangely-visited
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures ;
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
To the succeeding royalty he leaves
The healing benediction. With this strange vir-

tae,

He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
That speak him full of grace.

Enter Rosse.

Macd. See, who comes here?

Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him

not.

Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes

remove

The means that make us strangers!

Rosse. Sir, Amen.

Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?

A modern ecstacy; the dead man's knell
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's
Dying, or ere they sicken.

[lives,

Macd. O relation,

Too nice, and yet too true!
Mal. What is the newest grief?

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?
Rosse. Well too.

Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their

peace?

Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when

I

did leave them.

Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How

goes it?

.

Rosse. When I came hither to transport the

tidings,

Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
many worthy fellows that were out;
hich was to my belief witness'd the rather,

A compliment to the Stuarts, who touched for the • Overpowers, subdues.

1 Commen distress of mind.

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For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot :
Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
To doff their dire distresses.

Mal. Be it their comfort,

We are coming thither; gracious England hath
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men ;
An older and a better soldier none

That Christendom gives out.

Rosse. 'Would I could answer

That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
This comfort with the like! But I have words,
Where hearing should not latch them.
Macd. What concern they?

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,
To cure this deadly grief,

Macd. He has no children.--All my pretty
ones ?

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,

nothing,

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

seems

Rosse. No mind, that's honest,

But in it shares some woe; though the main part
Pertains to you alone.

Mucd. If it be mine,

Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tougue
for ever,
Which shall possess them with the heaviest
[sound,
That ever yet they heard.

Macd. Humph! I guess at it.

Rosse. Your castle is surpriz❜d: your wife,
and babes,

Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
To add the death of 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'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Macd. My children too?

That could be found.
Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all

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.
Macd. I shall do so;

But I must also feel it as a man:

I

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;
Heaven forgive him too!
Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,

Mal. This tune goes manly.

Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth

Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above

Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer
you may;
The night is long, that never finds the day.
[Exeunt.

• Put off.

+ Catch.
t A grief that has a single owner.
The game after it is killed.
All pause.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-Dunsinane.—A Room in the Cas-bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBETH.
Doct. Will she go now to bed ↑
Gent. Directly.

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unna-
tural deeds

tle.

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. 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;

stand close.

the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your band; What's done, cannot be undone : To

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 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
To their deaf pillows will discharge their se

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.

crets.

More needs she the divine, than the physi

cian.

God, forgive us all! Look after her;

Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her :-So, good night:
I think, but dare not speak.
My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my

sight:

Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-The Country near Dunsinane.
Enter with Drum and Colours, MENTITH,
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 canses
Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,
Excite the mortified man. +

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

• Dark.

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

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Mucb. Bring it after me.

I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Duustnane.

[Exit.

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
Our setting down befor't.

Mal. 'Tis his main hope:

For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less have given him the re-

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
Industrious soldiership.

Siw. 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 ropes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate: +
Towards which, advance the war.

[Exeunt, marching.
Within the

SCENE V.-Dunsinane.
Castle.

Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH,
SEYTON, and Soldiers.

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,
Till famine and the ague eat them up :
Were they not forc'd with those that should be

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

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