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And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.

Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,

The battling dames enough; there cannot be To the succeeding royalty he leaves

That vulture you, to devour so

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As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined.

Mal. With this there grows,

In my most ill-composed affection, such

A stanchless avarice, that, were I king,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands;
Desire his jewels, and this other's house:
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more; that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.

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Macd. This avarice

Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root Than summer-seeding lust; and it hath been The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will,

Of your mere own: all these are portable, Cu

With other graces weigh'd. /

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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 Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.

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

The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
And sundry blessings hang about his throne,

That speak him full of grace.

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,
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;

Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rend the air,
Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
A modern ecstasy: the dead man's knell

for men's live

Expire before the flowers in their caps,

Dying or ere they sicken.

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

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Macd. How does my wife?

Rosse. Why, well.

Macd. And all my children?

Rosse. Well too.

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I cannot but remember such things were,

That were most precious to me. - Did heaven look on,
And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
They were all struck for thee! Naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,

Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now!
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle heaven, Cut short all intermission; front to front,

Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;
Within my sword's length set him; if he scape,
Heaven forgive him too!

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 4

Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may;
The night is long that never finds the day.

ACT V.

SCENE 1.-DUNSINANE.

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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. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One, two; Why, then 'tis time to do't.-Hell is murky-Fie, me 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?

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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. [Exit

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:

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Gent. Good night, good doctor.

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SCENE II. The Country near DUNSINANE.
Enter, with drum and colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS,
ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers.

Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
His uncle Siward, and the good Maccuff.

A Room in the Castle. Revenges burn in them for their dear causes

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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?

Gont. 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. Le 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?

Would, to the bleeding and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man. しん

Ang. Near Birnam wood

Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming
Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother 7

Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: Thave a file
Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
And many unrough youths, that even now
Protest their first of manhood. Um

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 titleHang 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,

continually; 'tis her command.
rent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her When all that is within him does condemn/

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Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.Seyton!

Enter SEYTΟΝ.

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?

Mach. What news more?

Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Mach. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.

Give me my armour.

Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.

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Send out more horses, skirr the country round;

Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour.How does your patient, doctor?

Doct. Not so sick, my lord,

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,

That keep her from her rest.

Mach. Cure her of that:

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
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. Therein the patient

Must minister to himself.

Mach. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:Seyton, send out. -Doctor, the thanes fly from me.Come, Sir, despatch.-If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease,

And purge it to a sound and pristine health,

I would applaud thee to the very echo,

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That should applaud again.-Pull't off, 1 say.-
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug. [them?
Would seour these English hence? Hearest thou of
Doct. Ky, my good lord; your royal preparation

Makes as hear something.

Mach. Bring it after me.

I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

[Exit.

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, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS,
LENOX, ROSSE, 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?

Ment. The wood of Birnam.

Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,

And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.

Sold. It shall be done.

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:

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For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less have given him the revolt;
And none serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too.

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.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relat

But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which, advance the war.

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As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts,
Cannot once start me. - Wherefore was that cry t
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Mach. She should have died hereafter;

There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candlel
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

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I care not if thou dost for me as much.-
I pull in resolution; and begin 3 verticht
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, e
That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane; "-and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!-
If this which he avouches does appear,
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.-
Ring the alarum bell!-Blow, wind! come. wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back.

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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
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited: let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum.

Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD.

Siw. This way, my lord; the castle's gently ren

The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;

The noble thanes do bravely in the war;

The day almost itself professes yours,

And little is to do.

Mal. We have met with foes

That strike beside us.

Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle.

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Re-enter MACBETH.

Mach. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die

On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.

Re-enter MACDUFF.

Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn!

Mach. Of all men else I have avoided thee:

But get thee back; my soul is too much charged Cr

With blood of thine already.

Macd. I have no words,

My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain

Than terms can give thee out!

Mach. Thou losest labour:

As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

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That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.-1'll not fight with thee.

Macd. Then yield thee, coward, K
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."

Mach. I'll not yield

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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 opposed, 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 he that first cries, "Hold, enough!"

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[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!
as many sons as I have hairs,

I would not wish them to a fairer death:
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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:

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They say he parted well, and paid his score:
So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort.

Re-enter MAODUFF, with MACBETH'S head on a pole.
Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where
The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: [stands
I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,-
Hail, king of Scotland!

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. Mythanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, -the first that ever Scotland
In such an honour named. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time, -
As calling home our exiled friends abroad,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;

Producing forth the cruel ministers

Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queсп. -
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else

[They fight. That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,

With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:

We will perform in measure, time, and place:
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.

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What, is Horatio there?

Hor. A piece of him.

Who is [there?

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. Seel it stalks away.

Hor. Stay; speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!

Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.

[Exit Ghost.

Bcr. 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.

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Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at 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 this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land?

[Exit FRANCISCO Any why such daily cast of brazen cannon,

Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Ber. I have seen nothing.

Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy;

And will not let belief take hold of him,
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated him along

With us to watch the minutes of this night;
That, if again this apparition come,

He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.

Ber. Sit down awhile;

And let us once again assail your ears,

That are so fortified against our story,

What we two nights have seen.

Hor. Well, sit we down,

And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

Ber. Last night of all,

When yon same star, that's westward from the pole, Had made his course to illume that part of heaven

Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,

The bell then beating one,

[again!

Mar. Peace! break thee off; look, where it comes

Enter Ghost.

Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Mar. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. Hor. Most like:-it harrows me with fear and wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to.

Mar. Speak to it, Horatio.

And foreign mart for implements of war;

Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week:
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste

Doth make the night joint labourer with the day;
Who is't that can inform me?

Hor. Than can I;

At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him)
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,

Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gagèd by our king; which had return'd
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,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in't: which is no other
(As it doth well appear unto our state)

But to recover of us, by strong hand

And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands
So by his father lost and this, I take it,

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.

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