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That were most precious to me.—Did heaven look-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afеar'd? Whal on,

need we fear who knows it, when none can call our And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff, power to account ?-Yet who would have thought They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, the old man to have had so much blood in him ? Not for their own demerits, but for mine,

Doct. Do you mark that? Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them. Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wise; Where now!

is she now ?--What, will these hands ne'er be Mol. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let clean ?--No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that: grief

you mar all with this starting. Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine should not. eyes,

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle heaven, sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Cut short all intermission ;' front to front,

Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself ; the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, hand. Oh! oh! oh! Heaven forgive him too!

Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Mal.

This tune goes manly. charged. Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Gent. I would not have such a heart in my boOur lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth som, for the dignity of the whole body. Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above

Doct. Well, well, well, Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir. may;

Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet The night is long, that never finds the day. (Exe. I have known those which have walked in their

sleep, who have died holily in their beds.

Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night

gown, look not so pale:--I tell you yet again, BanACT V.

quo' buried; he cannot come out of his grave. SCENE 1.-Dunsinane. A room in the castle.

Doct. Even so ?
Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a wailing Gen- the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your

Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at tlewoman.

hand ; What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but to bed, to bed.

(Exil Lady Macbeth. can perceive no truth in your report. When was it Doct. Will she go now to bed ? she last walked ?

Gent. Directly. Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatura) have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night- deeds gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds Told it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. again return to bed; yet all this while in a most More needs she the divine, than the physician. fast sleep.

God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ; Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive Remove from her the means of all annoyance, at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of And still keep eves upon her:-So, good night: walching. In this slumbry agitation, besides her Mv mind she has mated, and amaz’d my sight: walking, and other actual performances, what, at I think, but dare not speak. any time, have you heard her say?


Good night, good doctor. Gent. That, sir, which I will not report aster her.

(Exeuni. Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you SCENE 11.— The country near Dunsinane. Enshould. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one, having no

ler, with drum and colours, Menteth, Cathness, witness to confirm my speech.

Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.
Enter Lady Macbeth, with a taper.

Ment. The English power is near, led on by

Malco'm, Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise ; His uncle Sivard, and the oond Macduff. and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes close.

Would, to the blerding, and the grim alarm, Doct. How came she by that light ?

Excite the mortified man. Genl. Why, it stood by her: she has light by Ang.

Near Birnam wool ber continually; 'tis her command.

Shall we rrell meet them; that way are they coming, Doct. You see, her eyes are open.

Cath. Who knows, is Donalbain be with his Gent. Av, but their sense is shut.

brother? Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file rubs her hands.

or all the gentry; There is Siward's son, Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to And many unrouch' youths, that even now seem thus washing her hands; I have known her Protect their first of manhood. continue in this a quarter of an hour.


What does the tyrant? Lady M. Yet here's a spot.

Cath. Great Dunsinane ne strongly fortifies: Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, coines from her, to satisfy my remembrance the Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, more strongly.

He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Lady M. Out, damned spot ! out, I say!-One: Within the belt of rule.
Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't:-Hell is murky! Ang.

Now does he feel (1) All pause. (2) Dark. (3) Confounded. (4) A religious ; an ascetic. (5) Unbearded.


Now minutely tereits aparat his fath-resci Doct

Not so siet my los Those the commands move only in command, Nothing in love how does he feels fitte Hang loose bost him, like a grants robe

Cure de of
Upon a warfaithief

Carst thou not minister to a minden
Who then shall be Plucis from the memory s rooted
Pre peste to recot, and start,

Razut the written ble of the time
When all that is within him does condemn And, with some sweet abonentidote
Leil, for being there?

Cleanse the surfboom of that persons
Well, march we on, Which weghe upon the heart
Zo give obediener where is my owd

Meet we the medicin of the sely weak; Must minister to himself
And with tim pour we in our country are act. Throw piyee to the dogs, il numeri
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Come, gulmine armour onore me myst
Or so much as it needs, Serton, sendout-Doctor, the chanell trom
To do the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Come, sir, despatch-boa could doctor,
Male we our march towards Birmaan.

The water of thy land, find her disease,
Bzzant, marching and gurge it to a sound and pristine Health,

I would applaud three to the very echo, SCENE III.- Dansinane room in the castle. That should applaud again. Rullt ait, Esey

Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and attendanta. What man, m, n wit purgative druge, Vach. Bring me no more reports, let them fiy Would.seour these English hence-earest thing

of them? Til Birmam wood remove to Dunsinane,

Doct. &, my good lord: your royal preparation I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm ? Makes us hear something Was he not horn of woman? The spirite that nos_Lacb.

Bring it after the All mortal consements, promoued me thus I will not be afraid of death and bane, Pear not, Macbella; no me that born of roman, Till Bimam forest come la Dunsmane. Shellder hace porner on thee. Then ty, false Doct. Were from Dunsinane away and ciene, thanes

Profit again should hardly draw me here. And mingle with the English epicurest

SCENE IF -Connery near Dunsinane od The mind sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sages with doubt, sor shake with learviene. Enter, wila drum me colours, ML

colm, Old Sirard and his Son, Macdu, IS Enter 1 Sertant.

teth, Calhness, Angus, Lenos, Russt, mil SolThe devil damn 'hee viack, thou cream-fac'd loon. diers, marching. Where is thou 'hat goose-look

Mui. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand Sere. There is ten thousand

That chambers will be sale.

Geese, villain

We doubt à nothing Serr.

Soldiers, sir.. Siss. What wood is this before us! Mach. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thv icar, ent.

The wood of Birnam Thou lil-liver'i boy. What soldiers, patch " Mat. Let every soldier hew mm down a bough, Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of 'hine And bear't before mum; 'hereby shall we shadow Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, hey-face' The numbers of our host, and make discovery Sero. The English force, so please you. Err in report of us. Macb. Take by face hence. -Seyton !- am Sold.

It shall be done. sick at heart,

Siro. We learn to other, but the confident tyrant When I hehold—Seyton, I say!—This push Keeps still in Dansınane, and will endure Will cheer ne erer, or dissent me now

Our setting down belor'. I have liv'd long enough: my way of life


"Tis his main hope: Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf:

For where there is advantage lo he uiven, And that which should accompany old age, Both more and less' have given inm be revolt; As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, And none serve with him but consirained ungs I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Whose hearts are absent too. Courses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Vacd.

Let our iust ceasures
Which the poor heart would sain deny, but dare not. Attend the true ereat, and put we on
Seylon! —

Industrious soldiersiup.
Enter Seyton.


The time appronches, Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?

That will with due decision onke is know Macb.

What news more? What we shall say we have, and what we are. Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was re- Thoughts speculative, their unsure hopes reiate, ported.

But certain issue strokes must arbitrate : Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones may flesh be: Towards which, advance the war. hack'd.

(Eretent, marching. Give me my amour.

SCE.YET. -Dunsimane. Within the castle. Elle Sey.

'Tis not needed yet. ter, vetthirums and colours, Malhulb, Seytas, Macó. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country round;

and Soldieri. Hang those that talk' of fear. Give me nine ir Macó. Hang out our banners on the outwand mour.

walls; (1) The physician. (2) Sink. (3) Base fellow., (6) Seour. (7) Greater sad less (4) An appellation of contempt. (5) Dry. (8) Determine

a title

The cry is still, They comie : Our castle's strength Po we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Will laugh a siege lo scorn: here let them lie, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Till famine, and the ague, eat them up :.

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them
Were they not fore'd with those that should be ours, all breath,
We mighi have met them dareful, beard to beard, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
And beat them backward home. What is that noise?

(Exeunt. Alarums continued. | Acry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

SCENE VII.The same. Another part of the Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :

plain. Enter Macbeth. The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell' of hair

Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir

But, bear-like, I must fight the course.—What's he, As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; That was not born of woman? Such a one Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts,

Am I to fear, or none. Cannot once start me. - Wherefore was that cry?

Enter Young Siward. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Yo. Siro. What is thy name? Macb. She should have died hereafter;


Thou'll be afraid to hear it. There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Yo. Sir. No; though thou call'st thyself a hot

ter name Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

Than any is in hell. To the last syllable of recorded time;


My name's Macbeth. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

Yo. Six. The devil himself could not pronounce The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, More hateful to mine ear. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,


No, nor more fearful. And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my

sword Signifying nothing.

I'll prove the lie thou sperk’st.
Enter a Messenger.

(They fight, and Young Siward is slain. 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, Mess. Gracious my lord,

Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. (Ex. I shall report that which I say I saw,

Alarums. Enter Macduff.
But know not how to do it.

Well, say, sir.

Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,

thy face: I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,

If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, The wood began to move.

My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. Macb.

Liar, and slave! I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms

(Striking him. Are hir'd to bear their staves ; either thou, Macbeth, Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Within this three mile may you see it coming ;

I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be; I say, a moving grove.

By this great clatter, one of greatest note
If thou speak’st false,

Seems bruited:• Let me find him, fortune!
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum. Till famine cling2 thee: if thy speech be sooth,

Enter Malcolm and Old Siward.
I care not is thou dost for me as much.-
I pull in resolution; and begin

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

render'd: To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
That lies like truth : Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood

The noble thanes do bravely in the war ;
Comes toward Dunsinane. -Arm, arm, and out!- And little is to do.

The day almost i self professes yours, If this, which he avouches, does appear,


We have met with foos There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.

That strike beside us. I’gin to be a-weary of the sun,

Siw. And wish the estate o'the world were now undone.

Enter, sir, the castle.

(Eceunt. Alarum. Ring the alarum bell:--Blow, wind ! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Re-enter Macbeth. [Exeunt. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and

die SCENE VI.-The same. A plain before the cas-on mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes lle. Enter, with drums and colours, Malcolm. Do better upon them. Old Siward, Macduff, &c. and their army, with boughs.

Re-enter Macduff. Nal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw


Turn, hell-hound, turn. down,

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : And show like those you are :-You, worthy uncle, But get the back, my soul is too much charg'd Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,

With blood of thine already. Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,


I have no words, Shall take upon us what else remains to do,

My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain According to our order.

Than terms can give thee out! (They fight. Sir. Fare you well.Macb.

Thou loosest labour : (1) Skin. (2) Shrived. (3) Armour (4) Soldiers. (5) Reported with clamour.

As easy may'st thou the entrenchant air


He's worth more sorrow, With thy keen sword inapress, as make me bleed: And that I'll spend for him. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;


He's worth no more ; 1 bear a charmed life, which must not yield They say, he parted well, and paid his score : To one of woman born.

50, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort. Macd.

Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,

Ro-enler Macduff, with Macbeth's head on a pole. Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, Untimely ripp'd.

where stands
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
For it hath cow'd my better part of man! I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,»
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That speak my salutation in their minds;
That paltera with us in a double sense ;

Whose voices' I desire aloud with mine,
That keep the word of promise to our ear, Hail, king of Scotland!
And break it to our hope.--I'll not fight with thee. AU.

King of Scotland, hail ! Maod. Then yield thee, coward,

(Flourish. And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Before we reckon with your several loves, Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,

And make us even with you. My thanes and kins. Here may you see the tyrant.

men, Macb.

I'll not yield, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's

feet, in such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Which would be planted newly with the time, Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, That Aed the snares of watchful tyranny ; Yet I will try the last : Before my body

Producing forth the cruel ministers I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff; or this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands

[Exeunt, fighting. Took off her life ;--This, and what needful else Retreal, Flourish. Re-enler, with drum and That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, colours, Malcolm, Old Siward, Rosse, Lenox, So thanks to all at once, and to each one,

We will perform in measure, time, and place: Angus, Cathness, Menteth, and soldiers.

Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar

(Flourish. Exeunt. riv'd. Sit. Some must go off: and yet, by these, I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's This play is deservedly celebrated for the prodebt :

priety of its fiction, and solemnity, grandeur, and He only lived but till he was a man;

variety of its action; but it has no nice discriminaThe which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd

tions of character; the events are too great to ad In the unshrinking station where he fought,

mit the influence of particular dispositions, and the But like a man he died.

course of the action necessarily determines the conSive. Then he is dead ?

duct of the agents. Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your cause I know not whether it may not be said, in defence

The danger of ambition is well described ; and of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then

of some parts which now seem improbable, that It hnth no end.

in Shakspeare's time it was necessary to warn creSiu. Had he his hurts before?

dulity against vain and illusive predictions. Rosse. Aye, on the front.

The passions are directed to their true end. Lady Sito.

Why then, God's soldier be he: Macbeth is merely detested; and though the cou Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

rage of Macbeth preserves some esteem, yet every I would not wish them to a fairer death:

reader rejoices at his fall. And so his knell is knollid.

JOHNSON. (1) The air, which cannot be cut. (2) Shuffie. (3) The kingdom's wealth or ornament.

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