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! -Fye, my lord, fye! 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. 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. '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:-1 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 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? Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-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 Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. And many unrough youths, that even now Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Ang. Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands; Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil and start, When all, that is within him, does condemn Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Len. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.. Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! 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, Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!—This push 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 be hack'd. Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour. How does your patient, doctor? Doct. Not so sick, my lord, |