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Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
To doff their dire distresses.
'Would I could answer
Rosse. No mind, that's honest, But in it shares some woe; though the main part Pertains to you alone.
If it be mine,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard.
Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
Mal. 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?
That could be found.
My wife kill'd too?
Wife, children, servants, all
And I must be from thence!
I have said.
Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
He has no children.-All my pretty ones?
Did you say, all?-O, hell-kite!-All?
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
Mal. Dispute it like a man.
But I must also feel it as a man:
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look
I shall do so;
And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them now!
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!
Cut short all intermission; front to front,
The night is long, that never finds the day.
DUNSINANE. A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
Enter a Doctor of physick, and a waiting Gentle
Doct. I have two nights watch'd with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walk'd?
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.
Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.
Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
Gent. It is an accustom'd 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 afeard? 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!