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 ? hand; Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your 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 Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. SCENE II. 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 Malcolm, 7 Confounded. His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. 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, 9 And many unrough youths, that even now Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Ang. Ment. Who then shall blame 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, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: 8 A religious; an ascetic. 9 Unbearded. Meet we the medecin' of the sickly weal; 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. 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 mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Enter a Servant. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon!3 Where got'st thou that goose look ? Serv. There is ten thousand Macb. Serv. Geese, villain? Soldiers, sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, I The physician 2 Sink. 3 Base fellow. Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?4 Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? What news more? 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. Scy. Macb. 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 As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient : Macb. 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. 1 I will not be afraid of death and bane, Bring it after me. [Exit. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit, |