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 practise. Yet I have known those which have walk'd in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.

Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown; \ 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 ga te 298). Come, come, come,

What's done, cannot be undone.

come, give me your hand.

To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady Macbeth.]

Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Gent. Directly.

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds

To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine, than the physician.
God, God, forgive us all! Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night:
My mind she has mated 299), and amaz'd my sight:
I think, but dare not speak.

Gent.

Good night, good doctor.
[Exeunt.]

298), Lady Macbeth in her sleep is talking of Duncan's murder, and recalls to her mind the circumstance of the knocking at the, gate just after it. A. C. 299) Astonished, confounded.

Johnson.

SCENE II.

The Country near Dunsinane.

Enter, with Drum and Colours, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox and Soldiers.

led on by Malcolm,

Ment. The English power is near,
His uncle Siward 300), and the good Macduff.
Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes
Would, to the bleeding and the grim alarm
Excite the mortified man 301).

Near Birnam wood

Ang.
Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother?
Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: I have a file

Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son,

And many unrough youths 302), that even now
Protest their first of manhood.

Ment.

'What does the tyrant?

Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies;
Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,
Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,

He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of rule.

Ang.

Now does he feel
His secret murders sticking on his hands;
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith - breach;
Those he commands, move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title

Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

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 303)?

300) Duncan had two sons (says Holingshed) by his wife, who was the daughter of Siward, Earl of Northumberland. Steevens. 301) By the mortified man is meant a religious; one who has subdued his passions, is dead to the world, has abandoned it, and all the affairs of it: an Ascetic. Warburton. 307) unrough youths, an odd expression. It means smooth-fac'd, unbearded. Steevens. 303) When all there? That is, when

Cath.

Well, march we on,

To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the medecin 304) of the sickly weal;
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Each drop of us.

Len.

Or so much as it needs,

To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.
Make we our march towards Birnam.

[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 305):

Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,

I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?-
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus:

Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman,
Shall e'er have power on thee. Then fly, false Thanes,
And mingle with the English Epicures 306).

The mind I sway by,

-

and the heart I bear,

Shall never sagg 307)

with doubt, nor shake with fear.

Enter a Servant.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon 308)!

Where got'st thou that goose look?

Ser. There is ten thousand

Macb.

Ser.

Geese, villain?

Soldiers, Sir.

Mach. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch 309)?

all the faculties of the mind are employed in self-condemnation. Johnson. 304) the medecin i. e. physician. Steevens. 305)

Tell me not any more of desertions:

me:

let all my subjects leave -I am safe till etc. Johnson. 306) Shakspeare took the thought from Holingshed. The same historian informs us, that in those days the Scots eat but once a day, and even then very sparingly. Steevens. 307) To sag, or swag, is to sink down by its own weight, or by an overload. Tollet. 308) Loon. At present this word is only used in Scotland, and signifies a base 309) Patch. An appellation of contempt,

fellow. Steevens.

Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine

Are counsellors to fear 10). What soldiers, whey-face?
Ser. The English force, so please you.

Mach. Take thy face hence.

Seyton! heart,

I am sick at

When I behold Seyton, I say! This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseat 311) me now.
I have liv'd long enough; my way 312) of life
Is fall'n into the sear 13), the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth - honour breath,
Which the poor heart would fain dény, and daré not.
Seyton! -

Enter Seyton.

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?
Macb.

What news more?

Sey. All is confirmed, 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 314) the country round;
Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour. -
How does your patient, doctor?

Doct.
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.

Macb.

Not so sick,

my lord,

Cure her of that:

alluding to the pied, patch'd, or particoloured coats anciently worn by the fools belonging to noble families. Steevens. 310) Are counsellors to fear. The meaning is, they infect others who see them, with cowardice. Warburton. 311) Thrust me from the seat. Steevens. 312) As there is no relation between the way of life, and fallen into the sear, I am inclined to think that the w is only an m inverted, and that it was originally written; my May of life. I am now passed from the spring to the autumn of my days: but I am without those comforts that should succeed the sprightliness, and support me in this melancholy season. Johnson. 313) Sear is dry. Steevens. 314) i. e. to scour, to ride hastily. Steevens.

Caust 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 stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff,
Which weighs upon the heart?

Doct.

Must minister unto himself.

Therein the patient

Mach. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it. — Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:

Seyton, send out.

Doctory the Thanes fly from me:

Come, Sir, despatch." If thou could'st, Doctor, cast
The water of my land 15, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,

That should applaud again. Pull't off, I say.

'What 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 hear something.

Macb.

I will not be afraid of death and bane,

Bring it after me.

[Exit.]

"Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

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

SCENE IV.

[Exit.]

Country near Dunsinane. A wood in view.

Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, old Siward, Macduf. and his Son, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, Rosse

and Soldiers, marching.

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

Ment.

Siw. What wood is this before us?

Ment.

We doubt it nothing.

The wood of Birnam.

Mal. Let every soldier hew Him down a bough,

315) To cast the water, was the phrase in use for finding out disorders by the inspection of urine. Steevens.