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 the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds Gent. Good night, good doctor. SCENE II. [Exeunt. The Country near Dunsinane. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, CATH NESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Mal colm, 7 Confounded. His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Excite the mortified man.8 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 Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, 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; Upon a dwarfish thief. Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, Itself, for being there? Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: 8 A religious; an ascetic. 9 Unbearded. Meet we the medecin1 of the sickly weal; 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. Mach. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; 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 : Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon!? Where got'st thou that goose look? Serv. There is ten thousand Mach. Serv. Geese, villain ? Soldiers, sir. Mach. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, The physician 2 Sink. 3 Base fellow. Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?4 at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say ! This push Enter SEYΤΟΝ. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? Macb. What news more? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. hack'd. Give me my armour. Sey. Mach. I'll put it on. 'Tis not needed yet. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine ar mour. How does your patient, doctor? Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Doct. 4 An appellation of contempt. 5 Dry. • Scour. That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Doct. Must minister to 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. -Doctor, the thanes fly from me:Come, sir, despatch :-If thou could'st, 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, 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. Bring it after me. [Exit. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit, |