Macduff is fled to England. Macb. Len. Ay, my good lord. Fled to England? Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st' my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: The castle of Macduff I will surprise; L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the land? Rosse. You must have patience, madam. He had none: His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.' Rosse. You know not, His mansion, and his titles, in a place Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. Rosse. My dearest coz', I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much further: But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and yet, i'faith, With wit enough for thee. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? Son. What is a traitor? L. Maed. Why, one that swears and lies. L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged. Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear and lie? L. Macd. Every one. Son. Who must hang them? L. Macd. Why, the honest men. Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them. L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey? But how wilt thou do for a father?" Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father." L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st! Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Though in your state of honour I am perfect." you! Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve [Exit Messenger. Whither should I fly? I dare abide no longer. L. Macd. I have done no harm. But I remember now And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour! am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; Each way, and move.-I take my leave of you: Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward To what they were before.-My pretty cousin, L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. The pit-fall, nor the gin. Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. (1) Preventest, by taking away the opportunity. (2) Follow. (3) i. e. Our flight is considered as evidence of our treason. Weep our sad bosoms empty. Maed. New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Mal. You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom Macd. I am not treacherous. But Macbeth is. A good and virtuous nature may recoil, Yet grace must still look so. Why in that rawness left you wife and child Macd. wrongs, Thy title is affeer'd.-Fare thee well, lord: I speak not as in absolute fear of you. Maed. 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 Macd. Not in the legions Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd In evils, to top Macbeth. Mal. (1) Birthright. I grant him bloody, (2) Befriend. (3) i, e. A good mind may recede from goodness in the execution of a royal commission. Macd. Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Mal. With this, there grows, In my most ill-compos'd 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. 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 foysons' to fill up your will, Of your mere own: All these are portable, With other graces weigh'd. Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Macd. O Scotland! Scotland! Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak; I am as I have spoken. Macd. Fit to govern! By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, (4) Legally settled by those who had the final adjudication. (5) Lascivious, (7) Plenty, From over-credulous haste: But God above No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking 'Tis hard to reconcile. Enter a Doctor. Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, Doct. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls, Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Ex. Doct. The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, The means that make us strangers! Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's Expire before the flowers in their caps, Macd. Too nice, and yet too true! O, relation (1) Over-hasty credulity. tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumcur Mal. Rosse. Macd. What concern they? Rosse. No mind, that's honest, But in it shares some wo; though the main part Pertains to you alone. Macd. If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Mal. Merciful heaven!—' That could be found. Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all And I must be from thence! Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Mal. Dispute it like a man. But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, (4) Common distress of mind. That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afear'd? What on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. eyes, And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle heaven, Mal. The night is long, that never finds the day. [Exe. 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 night 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?" Doct. Do you mark that? 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! 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. Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. I 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? the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. again return to bed; yet all this while in a most More needs she the divine, than the physician.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 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? Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. 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. 12 Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't:-Hell is murky! . (1) All pause. (2) Dark, (3) Confounded. I God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Gent. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. brother? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Ment. Now does he feel (4) A religious; an ascetic, (5) Unbearded. 336 His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, When all that is within him does condemn Itself, for being there? Cath. Well, march we on, Len. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III-Dunsinane. A room in the castle. Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, And mingle with the English epicures:" The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon ;' Geese, villain? sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push Enter Seyton. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Macb. As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.- of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. I Macb. [Exit. Bring it after me.-will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exil. SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane: A wood in view. Enter, with drum and colours, Mal colm, Old Siward and his Son, Macduff, Men teth, 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 befor't. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: 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 news more?What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was re-Thoughts speculative, their unsure hopes relate; But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:" ported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be Towards which, advance the war. |