A fee-grief, a grief peculiar to one. 8 Quarry, the slaughtered game.

Enter a Doctor of Physic and a WaitingGentlewoman.

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

Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon 't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

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Doct. A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides 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.

Doct. You may to me, and 't is most meet

you should.

Gent. Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. Lo you, here she comes!

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Doct. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 't is her command. Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their sense are shut. Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

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Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!One, two; why, then 't is time to do 't.-Hell is murky.-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, 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?

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.

His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff:
[Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes1
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.

Caith. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

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Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son, And many unrough youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood.]

Ment.
What does the tyrant?
Caith. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
Some say 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 secret murders 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 20
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear,

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheyface?

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Off. The English force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence. [Exit Officer. Seyton!-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!—this push Will cheer me ever, or dis-ease me now. I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf, And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.