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SCENE I. DUNSINANE. A Room in the Castle. Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gentlewornan.

Doct. I have two nighls 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 last sleep.

Doct. A great perturbalion 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 bands.

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 liere'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 ’lis' time to do't:-Hell is murky!-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afear’d! What need we fear wlio 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 lor 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 band. Oh! oh! oh!

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

Gent. I would not bave such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.

Doct. Well, well, well,

The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear.

Enter a Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon;
Where got'st thou that goose

look? Serv. There is ten thousand Macb.

Geese, villain? Serv.

Soldiers, sir.
Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul! those linen-cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

Serv. The English force, so please you.
Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton! I am sick at

heart,
When I behold-Seyton, I say !—This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseal me now.
I have liv'd long enough: my way of life
Is fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; bit, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, bot dare tot.
Seylon

Enter Seyton.
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?
Macb.

What news more? Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reported.

Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me my armour. Sey:

"Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country ronnd; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me inine armour, How does your patient, doctor? Doct.

Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest.

And purge

Macb.

Cure her of that:
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the stoff’d bosom of that perilous stoff
Which weighs upon the heart?
Doct.

Therein the patient Must minister to himself.

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. Come, pot mine armour on; give me my staff: Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me :Come, sir, despatch :-If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease,

it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.-Pull’t off, I say.-
Wbat rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
Would scour these English hence?-Hearest thou of

them?
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
Makes us liear something.
Macb.

Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dansinane. [Exit.

Doct. Were 1 from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit.

SCENE IV. Country near DUNSINANE: A Wood in View. Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, old SIWARD

and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGus, Lenox, Rosse, and Soldiers marching.

Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.
Ment.

We doubt it nothing.
Siw. What wood is this before us?
Ment.

The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,

And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.
Sol.

It shall be done.
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down befor'i.
Mal.

'Tis his main hope:
For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less have given him the revolt;
And none serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too.
Macd.

Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.
Siw.

The time approaches, That will with dae decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; But certain issue strokes must arbitrate: Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt, marching.

SCENE V. DUNSINANE. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON,

and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Till famine, and the ague, eat them up: Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home. What is that noise?

[A Cry within of Women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :
The time has been, my senses would have coold
To hear a night shriek ; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;

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