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Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
What is the newest grief?
How does my wife?
And all my children ?
Well too. Macd. The tyrant has not battered at their peace ? Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave
them. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech. How goes it?
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings
Be it their comfort,
'Would I could answer
What concern they?
No mind, that's honest, But in it shares some woe; though the main part Pertains to you alone.
If it be mine,
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife, and babes, Savagely slaughtered: to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer, To add the death of you. Mal.
Merciful Heaven !-
Macd. My children, too?
Wife, children, servants, all
And I must be from thence !
I have said.
Macd. He has no children.—All my pretty ones?
Mal. Dispute it like a man.
I shall do so;
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let 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 Heavens, Cut short all intermission : front to front, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Heaven forgive him too! Mal.
This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king: our power is ready;
Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth
SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gentlewoman.
Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked ?
Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of 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. Observe her; stand close.
Doct. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her; she has light by her continually; 'tis her 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 afеard? 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 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!
Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
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.
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 grave. • Doct. Even so!
Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done, cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
[Exit LADY MACBETH.
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; unnatural deeds
Good night, good doctor.
SCENE II. The Country near Dunsinane. Enter, with drum and colors, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS,
LENOx, and Soldiers.
Near Birnam wood
Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
Len. For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file
What does the tyrant ?
Now does he feel
Who then shall blame
Well, march we on,
Or so much as it needs,
SCENE III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them ily all;