Enter a Doctor of Physick, and a waiting Doct. I have two nights 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 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 nc 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. Doct. What is it she does now? Look how she | Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, rubs her hands. Excite the mortified man. 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 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. 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! Ang. Near Birnam wood 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 His secret murders sticking on his hands; Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Meet we the medicin of the sickly weal: 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 of his grave. Doct. Even so? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at Doct. Will she go now to bed? Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds Good night, good doctor. SCENE II. The Country near Dunsinane. Ment. The English power is near, led on by His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Len. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon Serv. There is ten thousand Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Doct. Not so sick, my lord, Cure her of that: Macb. Doct. Must minister to himself. Enter, with drums and colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward The cry is stil. They com: Our castie's strength Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, noise? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. She should have died hereafter; Enter a Messenger. I should report that which I say I saw, Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the " I look toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so; No, nor more fearful. Macb. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. Macb. 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, [They fight. Thou losest labour: As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant. I'll not yield, Macb. 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 warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, Held, enough. [Exeunt, fighting. Siw. Then he is dead? Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then It hath no end. Siw Had he his hurts before? Rosse. Ay, on the front. your time, Before we reckon with your several loves, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Why, then, God's soldier be he! Which would be planted newly with the time, Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knoll'd. As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen : |