But I muft alfo feel it as a man. -

I cannot but remember fuch things were,

That were most precious to me: did heav'n look on
And would not take their part? finful Macduff,
They were all ftruck for thee! naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits but for mine

Fell flaughter on their fouls: heav'n reft them now! Mal. Be this the whetstone of your fword; let grief Convert to wrath, blunt not the heart, enrage it.

Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue. But gentle heav'n!
Cut fhort all intermiffion: front to front

Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and my self;
Within my fword's length set him, if he 'scape,
Then heav'n forgive him too!

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 fhaking, and the powers above

Put on their inftruments. Receive what cheer you may;
The night is long that never finds the day.

ACT V. SCENE I.
An Anti-chamber in Macbeth's Caftle.

[Exeunt

Enter a Doctor of Phyfick, and a Gentlewoman.
Have two nights watch'd with you, but can per-
ceive no truth in your report.
When was it the

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laft walk'd?

Gent. Since his Majefty went into the field, I have seen her rife from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, un lock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, afterwards feal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast fleep.

Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at once. the benefit of fleep, and do the effects of watching. In this flumbry agitation, befides her walking, and other actual performances, what (at any time) have you heard her say? Gent. That, Sir, which I will not report after her. Dot. You may to me, and 'tis moft meet you should.

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Gent,

Gent. Neither to you, nor any one, having no witness to confirm my speech.

Enter Lady Macbeth with a taper.

Lo you! here he comes: this is her very guife, and, upon my life, faft afleep; obferve her, ftand clofe.

Doct. How came the by that light ?

Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually, 'tis her command.

Duct. You fee her eyes are open.

Gent. Ay, but their fense is shut.

Doct. What is it he does now? look how the rubs her hands.

Gent. It is an accuftom'd action with her, to feem thus washing her hands: I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Lady. Yet here's a spot. :

Doct. Hark, the fpeaks. I will fet down what comes from her, to fatisfy my remembance the more strongly.

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Lady. Out! damn'd fpot; out, I fay-one; two; why then 'tis time to do't hell is murky. Fie, my Lord, fie, a foldier, and afraid? 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 fo much blood in him?

Doct. Do you mark that?

Lady. The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is the now? what, will thefe hands ne'er be clean ? '—no more o' that, my Lord, no more o' that: you marr all with starting.

not.

Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should

Gent. She has fpoke what she should not, I am fure of that heav'n knows what the has known.

Lady. Here's the smell of blood ftill: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Doct. What a figh is there? the heart is forely charg'd. Gent. I would not have fuch a heart in my bofom, for the dignity of the whole body.

Doct. Well, well, well-
Gent. Pray God it be, Sir.

Do&. This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known thofe which have walkt in their fleep, who have died holily in their beds.

Lady. Wath your hands, put on your night-gown, look not fo pale I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he

cannot come out of his grave..

Dot. Even fo?

Lady. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done, cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed. [ Dot. Will the go now to bed?

Gent. Directly.

[Exit,

Dot. Foul whisp'rings are abroad; unnatʼral deeds
Do breed unnat'ral troubles. Infected minds

To their deaf pillows will discharge their fecrets.
More needs the the Divine than the Physician.
Good God forgive us all! Look after her,
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And ftill keep eyes upon her; fo good-night.
My mind the'as mated, and amaz'd my fight.
I think, but dare not speak.

Gent. Good-night, good Doctor.

SCENE II.

A Field with a Wood at a distance.

[Exeunt

Enter Menteth, Cathnefs, 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 caufes
Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm
Excite the mortified man,

Ang. Near Birnam wood

Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
Catb. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: I've a file

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

Ment. What does the tyrant?

Catb. Great Dunfinane he ftrongly fortifies;
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Some fay he's mad: others that leffer hate him
Do call it valiant fury: but for certain,
He cannot buckle his diftemper'd cause
Within the belt of rule.

Ang. Now does he feel

His fecret murthers fticking on his hands;
Now minutely, revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Thofe he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loofe about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Ment. Who then shall blame

His pefter'd fenfes to recoil, and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
It felf, for being there?

Cath. Well, march we on,

To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the med'cin of the fickly weal,

And with him pour we, in our country's purge,

Each drop of us.

Len. Or fo much as it needs,

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

SCENE

III. DUNSINANE.

[Exeunt.

Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. Mach. 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? Spirits that know
All mortal confequences, have pronounc'd it :
Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er bave power upon thee. Fly, false Thanes,
And mingle with the English epicures !

The mind I fway by, and the heart I bear,

Shall never fagg with doubt, nor fhake with fear.
Enter a Servant.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd lown!
Where got'ft thou that goofe-look?

Ser. There are ten thousand

Mach. Geefe, villain ?

Ser. Soldiers, Sir.

Mach. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lilly-liver'd boy. What foldiers, patch?
Death of thy foul! thofe linnen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What foldiers,, whey-face ?.
Ser. The English force, fo please you.

Macb. Take thy face hence-Seyton !-I'm fick at heart,
When I behold-Seyton, I fay !-
this puff
Will cheer me ever, or difeafe me now.
I have liv'd long enough: my way of life
Is fall'n into the fear, the yellow leaf:
And that which fhould accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have: but in their ftead,
Curfes not loud but deep; mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not
Enter Seyton.

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?
Macb. What news more ?

Sey. All is confirm'd, my Lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, 'till from my bones my flesh is hackt Give me my armour.

Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.

Mach. I'll put it on:

Send out more horses, fkirr the country round,
Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour,
How does your patient, Doctor?

Doct. Not fo fick, my Lord,

As fhe is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her reft.

Mach. Cure her of that:

Canft thou not minister to minds difeas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted forrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And with fome fweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the full bofom of that perilous ftuff
Which weighs upon the heart?

Doct. Therein the patient

Muft minifter unto himself.

Mach. Throw phyfick to the dogs, I'll none of it

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