watching. In this slumbry 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 'tis most meet you should. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. Enter Lady Macbeth, with a taper. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. stand close. Observe her; Doct. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes her continually; 'tis her command. Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man. Ang. Near Birnam wood [coming. Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how Shall we well meet them; that way are they 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! -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 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! [charged. Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,- 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. grave. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale:-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his Doct. Even so? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, còme, 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? [deeds 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. 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; Ment. Who shall then blame Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd. 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. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly 'Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, [all; I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus: Fear not, Macbeth, no man, that's born of woman, Shall e'er have power on thee. Then fly, false And mingle with the English epicures: [thanes, The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon; Where got'st thou that goose look? Serv. There is ten thousandMacb. Geese, villain? Serv. Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lilly-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Serv. The English force, so please you. 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? [not. SCENE IV. COUNTRY NEAR DUNSINANE: A WOOD IN VIEW. Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Siward and his Son, Macduff, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us. Sold. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate But certain issue strokes must arbitrate: Towards which, advance the war. [exeunt,marching. SCENE V. DUNSINANE. WITHIN THE CASTLE. ; Enter, with drums and colours, Macbeth, Seyton, and soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, 'Till famine, and the ague, eat them up. 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 noise? [a cry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of The time has been, my senses would have cool'd it Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:— To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Macb. She should have died hereafter; Enter a Messenger. Macb. Thou wast born of woman. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, 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, And wish the estate o'the world were now undone. Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. [exeunt. Macd. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy face: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Mal. We have met with foes Siw. Enter, sir, the castle. [exeunt; alarums. Re-enter Macbeth. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On my own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Re-enter Macduff. Macd. 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, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! [they fight. Macb. Thou losest labour: As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells ine so, And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. Macb. I'll not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; Siw. He's worth no more; They say, he parted well, and paid his score: Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: So great a day as this is cheaply bought. [debt: Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Siw. Then he is dead? Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, Hail, king of Scotland! All. King of Scotland, hail! [flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, [men, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsHenceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause Which would be planted newly with the time, of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then Siw. Had he his hurts before? Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he! I would not wish them to a fairer death; Mal. He's worth more sorrow, As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, Of this dead batcher, and his fiend-like queen; Francisco on his post. Enter to him Bernardo. Ber. WHO's there? Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear. And let us once again assail your ears, Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold your-What we two nights have seen. Ber. Long live the king! Fran. Bernardo. Ber. He. [self. Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. [pole, Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again! Enter Ghost. Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of Together with that fair and warlike form [night, In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, Mar. It is offended. [speak. Ber. See! it stalks away. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. [pale: Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and look Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you of it? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Mar. Is it not like the king? |