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. 60 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? 69 Enter, with drum and colours, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers. Geese, villain! Serv. Soldiers, sit. Mach. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Ment. The English power is near, led on by Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, paten! Malcolm, Ment. What does the tyrant? Caith. 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. 20 Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thire Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey face? Serv. The English force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence. Erit Servant When I behold-Seyton, I say!--This push » Seyton!-I am sick at heart Will cheer me ever or disseat 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; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare Seyton! not. thou of them? Hear'st Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Mach. Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane 60 11 Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears. Doct. Aside. Were I from Dunsinane away Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Country near Birnam Wood. Drum and colours. Enter 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. Siw. What wood is this before us? The wood of Birnam. Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. 20 To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, We doubt it nothing. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player SCENE VI.-The Same. A Plain before the Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, etc., and their Army, with boughs. Mal. Now, near enough; your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle, Siw. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Excunt. Macd. But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'ċ Macd. I have no words; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells mese And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: I will not yield. 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, a Yet I will try the last: before my body I throw my war-like shield. And damn'd be him that enough!' Lay on, Macduff, first cries 'Hold, Exeunt, fighting. Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSS, Thanes, and Soldiers. Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only liv'd but till he was a man ; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, 71 Ross. Ay, on the front. Siw. They say, he parted well, and paid his score: And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art. Behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: Hail, King of Scotland! 90 Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, Why then, God's soldier be he! Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands 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. Mal. 101 Took off her life; this, and what needful else And that I'll spend for him. Siw. He's worth no more; so Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and Attendants. Fran. Nay, answer me; stand, and unfold yourself. Ber. Long live the king! Fran. Bernardo? Ber. He. Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. Fran. For this relief much thanks; 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Ber. Have you had quiet guard? Not a mouse stirring. 10 Ber. Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Fran. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there? Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Hor. Friends to this ground. Mar. Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Mar cellus. Mar. What has this thing appear'd again | to-night? Ber. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, Hor. Well, sit we dont When yond same star that's westward from the And liegemen to the Dane. Had made his course to illume that part of Fran. Give you good night. heaven |