I speak not as in absolute fear of you. Macd. What should he be? Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted, That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb, being compared With my confineless harms. Macd. Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd In evils to top Macbeth. Mal. I grant him bloody, equivocal so quierenle MACBETH. Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root With other graces weigh'd. Mal. But I have none: the king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, "Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them; but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Macd. O Scotland! Scotland! Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak · I am as I have spoken. Macd. Fit to govern! No, not to live.-- O nation miserable! With an untitled tyrant, bloody-sceptred, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again? Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accursed, And does blaspheme his breed?-Thy royal father Have banish'd me from Scotland.-O my breast, Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul By many of these trains hath sought to win me No less in truth than life: my first false speaking 533 h ( Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness A most miraculous work in this good king; The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, Macd. See, who comes here? Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Enter ROSSE. Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Mal. I know him now:-good God, betimes remove The means that make us strangers! Rosse. Sir, amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Rosse. Alas, poor country, Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, A modern ecstasy: the dead man's knell 2 Is there scarce ask'd, for whom; and good men's lives Macd. O, relation Too nice, and yet too true! Mal. What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; Each minute teems a new one. 2, Macd. How does my wife? Rosse. Why, well. Macd. And all my children? Rosse. Well too. си Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Mal. Dispute it like a man. Macd. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look on, Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, Mal. This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; The night is long that never finds the day. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE 1.-DUNSINANE. A Room in the Castle. Enter a Doctor of Physic and a waiting Gentlewoman 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 slumbery 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. 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 'tis time to do't.-Hell is murky-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who 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? 3CENE V.] Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly owed: And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Len. Or so much as it needs MACBETH. To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Shall never sag with doubt, nor shake with fear.c Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Serv. There is ten thousand- Serv. Soldiers, Sir. Mach. Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push And that which should accompany old age,' As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure! Macb. What news more? 20 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. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Mach. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs,-I'll none of it- Makes us hear something. SCENE V-DUNSINANE. Within the Castle. Enter, with drum and colours, MACBETH, SYTON, and Soldiers. Mach 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 le Till famine and the ague eat them up: Were they not forced 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. As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story, quickly. Mess. Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Macb. Well, say, Sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd 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: Within this three mile you may see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive چه I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, e 'teem' Exeunt. des aise Kesse Enter Young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Mach. Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Macb. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful. 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. Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is.-Tyrant, shew thy face! If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; [Exit. Alarum. And little is to do. Mal. We have met with foes That strike beside us. Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle. [der'd: [Exeunt. Alarum. I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel whom thou stil: hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd. Mach. 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 believed, 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. And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, вечири Halk, [Exeunt, fighting Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX. ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers. Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. 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. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only lived but till he was a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died. Siw. Then he is dead? Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of Must not be measured by his worth, for then [sorrow It hath no end. Siw Had he his hurts before? Rosse. Ay, on the front. Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he! ad I as many sons as I have hairs, would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knoll'd. Mal. He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. Siw. He's worth no more: ん They say he parted well, and paid his score: Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head on a pole. All. King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,— · [Flourish Kerunt What, is Horatio there? Hor. A piece of him. Who is [there? [Exit FRANCISCO Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy; And let us once again assail your ears, What we two nights have seen. Hor. Well, sit we down, Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form, In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak. Mar. It is offended. Ber. See! it stalks away. Hor. Stay; speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! [Exit Ghost. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. Ber. How now, Horatio! you tremble, and look pale: Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you of it? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Mar. Is it not like the king? Hor. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on When he the ambitious Norway combated; So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, He smote the sledded Polack on the ice. 'Tis strange. Mar. Thus, twice before, and jumpat this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not; But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Hor. Than can I; At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart, And carriage of the article designed, His fell to Hamlet: now, Sir, young Fortinbras, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands Is the main motive of our preparations; The source of this our watch; and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. |