![]() ![]() What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. MACBETH Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. Enter a Servant The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where got'st thou that goose look? Servant There is ten thousand- MACBETH Geese, villain! Servant Soldiers, sir. ![]() What's the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: 'Fear not, Macbeth no man that's born of woman Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly, false thanes, And mingle with the English epicures: The mind I sway by and the heart I bear Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants MACBETH Bring me no more reports let them fly all: Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. ![]() LENNOX Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. MENTEITH Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil and start, When all that is within him does condemn Itself for being there? CAITHNESS Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly owed: Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal, And with him pour we in our country's purge Each drop of us. ANGUS 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 title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief. MENTEITH What does the tyrant ? CAITHNESS 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. CAITHNESS Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? LENNOX For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son, And many unrough youths that even now Protest their first of manhood. ANGUS Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them that way are they coming. Enter MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers MENTEITH 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. So, good night: My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. God, God forgive us all! Look after her Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her. Doctor 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. What's done cannot be undone.-To bed, to bed, to bed! Exit Doctor Will she go now to bed? Gentlewoman Directly. Doctor Even so? LADY MACBETH To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate : come, come, come, come, give me your hand. I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried he cannot come out on's grave. LADY MACBETH Wash your hands, put on your nightgown look not so pale. Doctor This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds. Doctor Well, well, well,- Gentlewoman Pray God it be, sir. Gentlewoman I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. Oh, oh, oh! Doctor What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. LADY MACBETH Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Gentlewoman She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: heaven knows what she has known. Doctor Go to, go to you have known what you should not. Doctor Do you mark that? LADY MACBETH 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. 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. LADY MACBETH Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One: two: why, then, 'tis time to do't. Doctor Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. ![]()
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