the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, to bed, to bed. Exit Lady MACВЕТН. Doct. Will she go now to bed?

Gent. Directly.

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural
deeds

Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine, than the physi-

cian.

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

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
Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,
Excite the mortified man."

Ang.

Near Birnam wood

6 My mind she has mated,] i. e. amated, dismayed.
"Excite the mortified man.] i. e. a religious, an ascetic.

Shall we well meet them; that way are they com

ing.

Cath. Who, knows, if Donalbain be with his

brother?

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.

8

What does the tyrant?

Cath. 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
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Ment.

Who then shall blame

His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,

When all that is within him does condemn

Itself, for being there?"

Cath.

Well, march 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,
Each drop of us.

8

Len.

Or so much as it needs,

unrough youths,] i. e. smooth-faced, unbearded.

9 When all that is within him does condemn

Itself, for being there?] That is, when all the faculties of the mind are employed in self-condemnation.

- the medecin-] i. e. physician.

VOL. IV.

GG

Tavi ive leason make us know
What we sal vr ve ore, and what we owe.
Thoughs speculate their ensure hopes relate;
But certain size vrikes must arbitrate:

Towards Wilty abo te vr.

Exeunt, marching.

SCENE V.

Duosinate. Within the Castle.

Enter, with Drams and Colors, MACBETH, SEYTON, And Soldiers.

Mack. Hang out cur banners on the outward

wals:

The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength
W laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,
T:!! famine, and the ague, eat them up:

noise?

Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home. What is that
[A cry within, of Women.
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Mact. I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair'
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.-Wherefore was that cry?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

9

Macb. She should have died hereafter;

arbitrate:] i. e. determine.

fell of hair-] My hairy part, my capillitium. Fell is

There would have been a time for such a word.-
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.-

Enter a Messenger.

Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Mess. Gracious my lord,

I shall report that which I say I saw,

But know not how to do it.

Macb.

Well, say, sir.

Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,

The wood began to move.

Macb.

Liar, and slave!

[Striking him.

Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming;

I say, a moving grove.

Macb.

If thou speak'st false,

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine cling thee:' if thy speech be sooth,

I care not if thou dost for me as much.

I pull in resolution; and begin

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane;-and now a wood

Till famine cling thee:] Clung, in the Northern counties, signifies any thing that is shrivelled or shrunk up.

I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms
Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,

I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited:2 Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum.

Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.

Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently

render'd:

The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,

And little is to do.

Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and

die

On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.

Macd.

Re-enter MACDUFF.

Turn, hell-hound, turn.

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd With blood of thine already.

Macd.

I have no words,

Seems bruited:] From bruit, Fr. To bruit is to report with clamour; to noise.