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And overcome* us like a summer's cloud,
What sights, my lord?
Good night and better health Attend his majesty! Lady M.
A kind good night to all!
[Exeunt Lords and Attendants. Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have
blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak: Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-piest and choughs, and rooks, brought
forth The secret'st man of blood.
THE POWER OF WITCHES.
I conjure you, by that which you profess,
heads to their foundations; though the treasure Of nature's germins** tumble all together, * Pass over. + Possess. # Magpies.
& Frothy || Laid flat by wind or rain.
Tumble. ** Seeds which have begun to sprout.
Even till destruction sicken, answer me
MALCOLM'S CHARACTER OF HIMSELF.
O Scotland! Scotland!
Fit to govern!
Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Dev'lish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste:* But God above Deal between thee and me! for even now I
put myself to thy direction, and Unspeak mine own detraction: here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
* Over-hasty credulity.
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
AN OPPRESSED COUNTRY.
Alas, poor country; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent the
air, Are made, not mark’d: were violent sorrow seems A modern ecstasy:* the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives Expire before the flowers in their caps. Dying, or ere they sicken. MACDUFF'S BEHAVIOUR ON THE MURDER
WIFE AND CHILDREN. Rosse.
Would I could answer
What concern they?
No mind, that's honest,
If it be mine,
ever, Which shall possess them with the heavest sound, That ever yet they heard
* Common distress of mind. | Catch. * A grief that has a single owner.
Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surpris’d; your wife and
Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Macd. My children too?
Wife, children, servants, all
And I must be from thence! My wife kill'd too? Rosse.
I have said. Mal.
Be comforted: Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief.
Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones?
Mal. Dispute it like a man.
I shall do so;
grief Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue !-But, gentle heaven, Cut short all intermission;t front to front, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
The game after it is killed.
† All pause.
Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
This tune goes manly.
may; The night is long, that never finds the day.
ACT V. SCENE.-Enter Lady Macbeth, with a taper.
Gent. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.
Doct. How came she by that light?
Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis ber command.
Doct. You see her eyes are open.
Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how 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 afеar'd? 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 elean?