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Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief.

MAC. He has no children.

All my pretty ones?

Did you fay, all?_O hell-kite!— All?

What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,

At one fell fwoop?

MAL. Difpute it like a man.

MACd. I fhall do fo;

But I muft alfo feel it as a man:

I cannot but remember fuch things were,

That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on,
And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
They were all ftrook for thee: naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Fell flaughter on their fouls: Heaven reft them now!
MAL. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

MACd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heaven, Cut short all intermiffion; front to front,

Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
Within my fword's length set him; if he 'scape,
Heaven, 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.

24 This time goes

[Exeunt.

SCENEI. Dunfinane. A Room in the Castle. Enter a Doctor of Physick, and a Waiting-Gentlewoman.

Doc. I have two nights watch'd with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it fhe last walk'd?

Gen. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, unlock 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 sleep.

Doc. 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 heard her fay?

you

Gen. That, fir, which I will not report after her. Doc. You may, to me; and 'tis moft meet you should. Gen. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech,

Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper.

Lo you, here fhe comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep: Observe her; ftand close. Doc. How came fhe by that light?

Gen. Why, it ftood by her: fhe has light by her continually, 'tis her command.

Doc. You fee, her eyes are open.

Gen. Ay, but their fenfe is fhut.

Doc. What is it fhe does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

Gen. It is an accuftom'd action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this

28 fense are shut

a quarter of an hour.

L. Mb. Yet here's a spot.

Doc. Hark, fhe speaks: I will fet down what comes from her, [taking out his Tables] to fatisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

L.M. Out, damned fpot! out, I fay!-One; Two ; Why, then 'tis time to do't: Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie! a foldier, and afeard? 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?

Doc. Do you mark that?

L. 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 ftarting.

Doc. Go to, go to; you have known what you

fhould not.

Gen. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that; heaven knows what she has known.

L. M'. Here's the fmell of the blood ftill: all the perfumes of Arabia will not fweeten this little hand. O, o, o !

Doc. What a figh is there? The heart is forely charg'd. Gen. I would not have fuch a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.

Doc. Well, well, well,

Gen.

Pray God, it be, fir.

Doc. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet I have known those which have walk'd in their fleep, who have dy'd holily in their beds.

L. M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown;

look not fo pale: I tell you yet again, Banquo's bury'd; he cannot come out of's grave.

Doc. Even fo?

L. M. 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.

[Exit Lady MACBETH. Doc. Will the go now to bed?

Gen. Directly.

Doc. Foul whisp'rings are abroad: Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds

To their deaf pillows will difcharge their fecrets.
More needs the the divine, than the physician.
God, God, forgive us all! Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And ftill keep eyes upon her: So, good night:
My mind fhe has mated, and amaz'd my fight:
I think, but dare not speak.

Gen. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt feverally.

SCENE II. Country near Dunfinane.

Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOx, and Soldiers, marching.

MEN. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Seyward, and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Excite the mortify'd man.

ANG. Near Birnam wood

Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. CAT. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother? LEN. For certain, fir, he is not: I have a file

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

MEN. What does the tyrant?

CAT, Great Dunfinane he strongly fortifies:
Some fay, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,
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 fecret murthers 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.

MEN. Who then shall blame

His pester'd fenfes to recoil, and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itfelf, for being there.

CAT. 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. [Exeunt marching.

SCENE III, Dunfinane. A Room in the Caffle. Enter MACBETH; Doctor, and Others, attending. MAC. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:

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