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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, (ihe old man to have had so much blood in him 1 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 Mal. 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 io anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Doct. Go to, go to ; you have known what you Nacd. 0, 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 Mad.

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 soni, for the dignity of the whole body. ripe

Doct. Well, well, well,

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 nicht

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

quo's 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-l'he caie. 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 ou, but to bed, to bed.

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

Geni. Directly. Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural 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 fold it, write upon it, read it, allerwards 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 sleer.

God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ; Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive Remove from her ihe 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 sprak. any time, have you heard her say ?

Genl.

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

(Exeunt. 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

Malcolm, Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise ; His uncle Siward, and the cond 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 woot ber continually; 'tis her command.

Shall we rrell meet them; that way are they conting. 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 manv 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.

Ment.

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

Cath. Great Dunsinane ne strongly fortifies: Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will get down what Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, comes 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.

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Enter Serton.

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What news more? What we anail ar ve nave, an) #1131 ise awe. Sey. All is confirma'd, my lord, which was re Thourn's specunarive, their usure yopes reiale, ported.

But certain ssue strokes must arbitrate : Macb. ["! nett, till from my bones ny tech be: Towarus which, advance the war. hacie'd.

Ezut, archmg. Give me my umour.

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The cry is still, They comie : Our castle's strength Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Will laugh a siege to 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 i hev not forc'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. That is that noise?

(Exeunt. Alarums continued. | cry 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 tight 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 nanie? Macb. She should have died hereafter;

Macb.

Thou'll be afraid to hear it. There would have been a time for such a word.

Yo. Sirr. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotTo-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

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

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

Macb.

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

Yo. Sir. 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,

Macb. And then is hcard no more: it is a tale

No, nor more fearful.

Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

sword Signifying nothing.

I'll prove the lie thou spe:rk'st.
Enler 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. (Er. I shall report that which I say I saw,

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

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 chosts 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, il't be not so: or else my sword, with an unbaiter'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
Macb.
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 cling? thee: if thy speech be sooth,

Enter Malcolm and Old Siward.
I care not if 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, That lies like truth: Fear nol, lill Birnam wood

The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;

The noble thanes do bravely in the war ;
Do come lo Dunsinane ;-and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane.- Arm, arm, and out!- And litile is to do.

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

Mal.

We have met with foes
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
I'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

That strike beside us.

Sir. And wish the estate o'the world were now undone.-

Enter, sir, the castle.

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

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

die X SCENE VI.-The same. A plain before the case on mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes lle. Enter, rrith 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

Macd.

Turn, hell-hound, turn. down,

Mach. Of all men else I have avoided thee : And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, But get thee 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,

Macd.

I have no words, Shall lake 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. Siv. 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!

Mal.

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

Siv.

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

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

Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast servd,

Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head on a pole. Toi thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, Untimely ripp'd.

where stands Mob. 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 juguling fiends no more believ'd,

That speak my salutation in their minds;
That palter with us in a double sense ;

Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, -
Thal 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 !
Macd. 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 lyrant.

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 bailed with the rabble's curse.

Which would be planted newly with the time, -
Though Birnar wood be come to Dunsinane, As calling home our exil'd friends abroad,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, That fled 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

(Ereunt, fighting. Took off her life ;-This, and what need(ul else
Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, 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.

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

(Flourish. Exeunt.
riv'd.
Siro. 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 pro.
debt :

priety of its fiction, and solemnity, grandeur, and He only liv'd but lill 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 adIn 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 con

duct of the agents. Sive.

Then he is dead ?
Rosse. Ay, nnd 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 hath no end.

in Shakspeare's time it was necessary to warn creSi. 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 Site.

Why then, God's soldier be he: Macbeth is merely detested; and though the couHad 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 cul. (2) Shuffie. (3) The kingdom's wealth or ornament.

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