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Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well.
Gent. Pray God it be, sir.
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 on's 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.
Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural
Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds
Gent. Good night, good doctor.
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Near Birnam wood
Shall we well meet them; that way are they
Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
Who then shall blame
Or so much as it needs
Make we our march towards Birnam.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon !
SCENE II.-The Country near Dunsinane.
Where gott'st thou that goose look ?
Soldiers, sit. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch! Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thire
Serv. The English force, so please you.
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?
Mach. I'll fight till from my bones my flest
Give me my armour.
Wherefore was that cry?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
SCENE IV.-Country near Birnam Wood. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD There would have been a time for such a word. and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITH-To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, NESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, Ross, and Soldiers, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, marching. To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief
Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.
We doubt it nothing.
And bear't before him: thereby shall we
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
It shall be done.
Siw. We learn no other but the confident
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Whose hearts are absent too.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
Enter a Messenger.
SCENE VI.-The Same. A Plain before the
Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, etc., and their Army, with boughs.
Mal. Now, near enough; your leavy screens throw down,
And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Exeunt.
They fight and young SIWARD is slain. Mach. 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 I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells meso,
And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:
I will not yield. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last: before my body
I throw my war-like shield. And damn'd be him that enough!'
Lay on, Macduff, first cries 'Hold, Exeunt, fighting. Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSS, Thanes, and Soldiers.
Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arriv'd.
Siw. 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. Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
He only liv'd but till he was a man ;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
Then he is dead?
Ross. Ay, and brought off the field. Your
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
Had he his hurts before?
They say, he parted well, and paid his score: And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S head.
The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
Hail, King of Scotland!
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
Ross. Ay, on the front.
Why then, God's soldier be he!
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And that I'll spend for him.
He's worth no more; 80
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and Attendants.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
Hor. Friends to this ground.
Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus.
Mar. What! has this thing appear'd again to-night?
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night; That if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes and speak to it. Hor. Tush, tush! 'twill not appear. Ber. Sit down awhile, a And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen.
Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all,
When yond same star that's westward from the pole
And liegemen to the Dane. Had made his course to illume that part of
Fran. Give you good night.