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Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their se
[cian. More needs she the divine, than the physiGod, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her:-So, good night: [sight: My mind she has mated,* and amaz'd my I think, but dare not speak,
Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeun!. 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
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.t
Ang. Near Birnam wood [coming, Shall we well meet them; that way are they Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with this brother?
Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, And many unrought‡ youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood.
Ment. What does the tyrant?
Cath. Great Dunsinan he strongly fortifies: Some say he s mad; others, that lesser hate Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, [him, 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 then shall blame
Cath. Well, march we on,
To give obedience when 'tis truly ow'd:
Len. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the 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 all;
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
And mingle with the English epicures:
Serv. Soldiers, Sir.
Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?t Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheyface!
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
*Base fellow. + Dry.
An appellation of contempt. Scour.
Mal Let every soldier hew him down a bough, shadow And bear't before him; thereby shall we 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
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Mal. 'Tis his main hope:
For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt: And none serve with him, but constrained [things,
Whose hearts are absent too.
Macd. Let our just censures
Siw. The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:†
[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: [strength The cry is still, They come : Our castle's 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, [beard, We might have met them dareful, beard to 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; The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.-Wherefore was that cry?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; 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
Life's but a walking shadow: a poor player,
* I. e. Greater and loss. t Determine ‡ Skin.
Wi hin this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove.
M.cb. If thou speak'st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
At least we'll die with harnesst on our back.
Enter with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old
Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down,
[uncle, And show like those you are:-You worthy Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, According to our order.
Siw. Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with | Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,'
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. Macb. Thou wast born of woman.— But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit.
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy face:
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghost will haunt me still. [arms
I cannot strike at wretched kernes," whose Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Isheathe again undeeded. "There thou should'st be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited:† Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not. [Exit. Alarum.
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord;-The castle's gently render'd:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
Mal. We have met with foes
That strike beside us.
Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
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.
Meeb Accursed be that tongue that tells me For it hath cow'd my better part of man! [so, And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That pa ters with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee.
Maed. Then yie'd thee, coward,
To kiss the ground before young Malcom's
Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and
Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd.
Siu. Some must go off: and yet, by these So great a day as this is cheaply bought. [I see Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord,has paid a soldier's He only liv'd but till he was a man ; [debt: The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died.
Siu. Then he is dead?
Rosse Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then It hath no end.
Siw. Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
Siw. He's worth no more;
They say, he parted well, and paid his score: So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort.
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S Head on a Pole.
Med. Hail, King! for so thou art? Behold,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend like queen;
*The kingdom's wealth and ornament.
PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards King
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey,
WILLIAM MARSHALL, Earl of Pembroke.
WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salsbury.
HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the King.
PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-brother, bas-
PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet.
K. John Now, say, Chatillon, what would
Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king
In my behaviour, to the majesty,
Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd ma-
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the
Cat. Philip of France, in right and true be-
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of
Chat The proud control of fierce and bloody
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
Controlment for controlment :
*In the manner I now do.
K. John Bear mine to him, and so depart in
Be thou as lightning in the e es of France;
Exeunt. CHATILLON and PEMBROKE.
K. Jon Our strong possession, and our
Eli. Your strong possession, much more than
Enter the heriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers EssEx.
Essex. My liege, here is the strangest con
Come from the country to be judg'd by you,
[Exit Sheriff. Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
* Conduct, administration.
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Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, I Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd and PHILIP his bastard brother.
This expedition's charge.-What men are you?
Rob. The son and heir to that same
K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the
His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
K. John. Sirrab, your brother is legitimate;
You came not of one mother then, it seems.
And wound her honour wit this diffidence.
Bast. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;
K. John. A good blunt fellow :-Why, being
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
lent us here!
Eli. He hath a trickt of Coeur-de-lion's face, The accent of his tongue affecteth him: Do not read some tokens of my son you In the large compositon of this man? K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
[speak, And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, And doth move you to claim your brother's land?
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my
With that half-face, would he have all my land;
Your brother did employ my father much ;-
Yourtale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Between my father and my mother lay,
[father, My brother might not claim him; nor your Being none of his, refuse him: This con
My mother's son did get your father's heir; Your father's heir must have your father's land.
Rob. Shal then my father's will be of no
To dispossess that child which is not his?
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faul
And like thy brother, to enjoy the land;
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,
Would I might never stir from off this place,
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy
Bequath to him thy land and follow me?
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me
Bast. Our country manners give our betters way.
K. John. What is thy name?
Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son.
Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great>
Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me
Eli. The very spirit of Platagenet!-