And all my children? Rosse. Well too. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech: How goes it? Mal. Rosse. I cannot but remember such things were, 'Would I could answer The general cause? or is it a fee-grief, Rosse. No mind that 's honest But in it shares some woe; though the main part Macd. If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Mal. This time" goes manly. ACT V. SCENE I.-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 't, 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 't is 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. Latch them-lay hold of them Doct. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her her Doct. What is it she does now? Look how she rubs 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. Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One; Two: Why, then 't is 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! Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where is Time.-Rowe changed this to tune. Gifford has shown, in a note on Massinger, that the two words were once synonymous in a musical acceptation; and that time was the more ancient and common term. 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 sl:ould 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 I have known those which bave walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown; look not so pale:-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out on 's 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? 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: My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight: I think, but dare not speak. Gent. Good night, good doctor. 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 Macduff. Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Would, to the bleeding and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man.b What does the tyrant? Cuth. 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 murthers 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. a Mated-amated-dismayed. Mortified man-We think, with Warburton, that the poet here means a hermit or religious ascetic,-one indifferent to the concerns of the world, but who would be excited to fight by such " causes of revenge as Macduff comes with. " SCENE III-Dunsinane. A Room in the Cast'. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. 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? And mingle with the English epicures: The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon; Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push Enter SEYTON. Sey. What's your gracious pleasure? Macb. What news more! Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be back u. Give me my armour. Sey. "T is not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skire the country round; Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I 'll none of it.- That should applaud again.-Pull 't off, I say.- 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. SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. The time has been, my senses would have cool'd Macb. She should have died hereafter; Macb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. If thou speak'st false, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.- Mal. Now, near enough; your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, Enter, with drums and colours, MACBETH, SZYTON, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, and Soldiers. Macb. 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 lie, Till famine, and the ague, eat them up: Were they not forc'd 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. Mach. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: Senna.-We are not sure about this word. The original rends cyme. More and less-Shakspere uses these words, as Chaucer ad Spenser use them, for greater and less. Shall take upon us what else remains to do, Siw. a Dusty.-Douce has the following valuable illustration of the passage: "Perhaps no quotation can be better calculated to show the propriety of this epithet than the following graud lines in The Vision of Pierce Plowman,' a work which Snakspeare might have seen : 'Death came drivynge after, and all to dust pashed b Monck Mason gives an illustration from Fletcher, which explains the use of pull in : "All my spirits As if they had heard my passing beil go for me, Pull in their powers, and give me up to destiny." Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII.-The same. Another part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, Enter Young SIWARD. Thou 'It 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. For it hath cow'd my better part of man! I will not yield, And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours. More hateful to mine ear. Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy face: I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, 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. Rosse. 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, Rosse: Ay, on the front. Siw. [Exit. Alarum. Why, then, God's soldier be be! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, Enter MALCOLM and Old SiWARD. I would not wish them to a fairer death: Siw. This way, my lord; -the castle 's gently And so his knell is knoll'd. render'd: Mal. He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. Siro. He's worth no more; The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: All. And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen, |