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SCENE III.

England. *Enter MALCOLM, and MACDUFE.

Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there

Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Macd. Let us rather

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Hold fast the mortal sword; "and, like good men, *Bestride our down-faln birthdom :" Each new

morn,

New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
Like syllable of dolour.

"Mal. What I believe, I'll wail;

What know, believe; and, what I can redress, "As I shall find the time to friend*, I will. "What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance.' This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him well; He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but 283

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*You may deserve of him through me: and wisdom

To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb,

To appease an angry god.

Macd. I am not treacherous.

Mal. But Macbeth is.

*A good and virtuous nature may recoil,

In an imperial charge, "but I shall crave your pardon;

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"That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose: Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell: Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,

Yet grace must still look so."

Macd. I have lost my hopes.

Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find my doubts.

"Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, "(Those precious motives, those strong knots of love)

"Without leave-taking? I pray you,”

Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,

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But mine own safeties:-You may be rightly just,
Whatever I shall think.

Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,

For goodness dares not check thee !~*Wear thou thy wrongs,

"His title is affear'd!-Fare thee well, lord:

I would not be the villain that thou think'st,

For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,
And the rich East to boot.

Mal. Be not offended:

I speak not as in absolute fear of you.

I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke; weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,

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There would be hands uplifted in my right;
And here, from gracious England, have I offer
Of goodly thousands: but, for all this,
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
Òr wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
Shall have more vices than it had before;
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.

"Macd. What should he be ?

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"Mal. *It is myself I mean: in whom I know "All the particulars of vice so grafted, "That when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth « Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state "Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd "With my confineless harms."

Macd. Not in the legions

Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd,
In evils, to top Macbeth.

Mal. I grant him bloody,

Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,

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"*Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin "That has a name:" But there's no bottom, none, In my voluptuousness: "your wives, your daughters "Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up "The cistern of my lust; and my desire "All continent impediments would o'er-bear, "That did oppose my will: better Macbeth, "Than such a one to reign.

"Macd. Boundless intemperance

"In nature is a tyranny: it hath been.

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"The untimely emptying of the happy throne, "And fall of many kings. But fear not yet "To take upon you what is yours; you may "Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, "And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.

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"We have willing dames enough; there cannot be "That vulture in you, to devour so many "As will to greatness dedicate themselves, "Finding it so inclin'd.

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"Mal. With this, there grows,

"In my most ill-compos'd affection, such A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, "I should cut off the nobles for their lands; Desire his jewels, and this other's house : "And my more-having would be as a sauce "To make me hunger more; that I should forge 360 "Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, "Destroying them for wealth.

"Macd. This avarice

"Sticks deeper; *grows with more pernicious root Than summer-seeming lust: and it hath been The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; Scotland hath *foysons to fill up your will, Of your mere own: all these are portable, "With other graces weigh'd.

"Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming

graces,

"As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, "Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,

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"Devotiona

"Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
"I have no relish of them; but abound
"In the division of each several crime,

"Acting it many ways." Nay, had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,

Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.

Macd. Oh Scotland! Scotland!

Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak : "I am as I have spoken."

Macd. Fit to govern!

No, not to live. -O nation miserable,

With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,

When shalt thou see thy wholsome days again?
Since that the truest issue of thy throne.

By his own interdiction stands accurs'd,

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And does blaspheme his breed?-Thy royal father
Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore thee,
Oftner upon her knees than on her feet,

Dy'd every day she lived. Fare thee well!
These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself,

Have banish'd me from Scotland.-O, my breast,
Thy hope ends here!

Mal. Macduff, this noble passion,

Child of integrity, hath from my soul

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Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains, hath sought to win me 400 Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste: but God above

Deal

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