not. Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should 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, 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. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly. [Exit. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets: Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane. Enter, with drum and colours, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff: Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm Excite the mortified man. Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son, Ment. What does the tyrant? Caith. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: He cannot buckle his distemper'd course (66) His secret murders sticking on his hands; Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Ment. Who, then, shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil and start, When all that is within him does condemn Itself for being there? To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal; To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all : I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where gott'st thou that goose look? Serv. There is ten thousand Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? [Exit Servant. Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, 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 round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour.— Doct. As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Not so sick, my lord, Cure her (69) of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff(70) Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Mach. Throw physic to the dogs,-I'll none of it.— The water of my land, find her disease, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say. What rhubarb, senna, (71) or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Macb. Bring it after me.— I will not be afraid of death and bane, [Exeunt all except Doctor. Doct. Were I 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, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, Ross, 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? The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Siw. We learn no other but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before 't. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, (72) Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Towards which advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. |