Doct. You may to me, and "tis most meet you should
Gent. Neither to you, nor any one, hauing no witnesse to confirme my speech.
Enter Lady, with a Taper.
Lo you, heere she comes: This is her very guise, and vpon my life fast asleepe: obserue her, stand close
Doct. How came she by that light?
Gent. Why it stood by her: she ha"s light by her continually, "tis her command
Doct. You see her eyes are open
Gent. I, but their sense are shut
Doct. What is it she do"s now?
Looke how she rubbes her hands
Gent. It is an accustom"d action with her, to seeme thus washing her hands: I haue knowne her continue in this a quarter of an houre
Lad. Yet heere"s a spot
Doct. Heark, she speaks, I will set downe what comes from her, to satisfie my remembrance the more strongly
La. Out d.a.m.ned spot: out I say. One: Two: Why then "tis time to doo"t: h.e.l.l is murky. Fye, my Lord, fie, a Souldier, and affear"d? what need we feare? who knowes it, when none can call our powre to accompt: yet who would haue thought the olde man to haue had so much blood in him
Doct. Do you marke that?
Lad. The Thane of Fife, had a wife: where is she now?
What will these hands ne"re be cleane? No more o"that my Lord, no more o"that: you marre all with this starting
Doct. Go too, go too: You haue knowne what you should not
Gent. She ha"s spoke what shee should not, I am sure of that: Heauen knowes what she ha"s knowne
La. Heere"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 hart is sorely charg"d
Gent. I would not haue such a heart in my bosome, for the dignity of the whole body
Doct. Well, well, well
Gent. Pray G.o.d it be sir
Doct. This disease is beyond my practise: yet I haue knowne those which haue walkt in their sleep, who haue dyed holily in their beds
Lad. Wash your hands, put on your Night-Gowne, looke not so pale: I tell you yet againe Banquo"s buried; he cannot come out on"s graue
Doct. Euen so?
Lady. To bed, to bed: there"s knocking at the gate: Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What"s done, cannot be vndone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
Exit Lady.
Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Gent. Directly
Doct. Foule whisp"rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes To their deafe pillowes will discharge their Secrets: More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian: G.o.d, G.o.d forgiue vs all. Looke after her, Remoue from her the meanes of all annoyance, And still keepe eyes vpon her: So goodnight, My minde she ha"s mated, and amaz"d my sight.
I thinke, but dare not speake
Gent. Good night good Doctor.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
Drum and Colours. Enter Menteth, Cathnes, Angus, Lenox, Soldiers.
Ment. The English powre is neere, led on by Malcolm, His Vnkle Seyward, and the good Macduff.
Reuenges burne in them: for their deere causes Would to the bleeding, and the grim Alarme Excite the mortified man
Ang. Neere Byrnan wood Shall we well meet them, that way are they comming
Cath. Who knowes if Donalbane be with his brother?
Len. For certaine Sir, he is not: I haue a File Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards Sonne, And many vnruffe youths, that euen now Protest their first of Manhood
Ment. What do"s the Tyrant
Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly Fortifies: Some say hee"s mad: Others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant Fury, but for certaine He cannot buckle his distemper"d cause Within the belt of Rule
Ang. Now do"s he feele His secret Murthers sticking on his hands, Now minutely Reuolts vpbraid his Faith-breach: Those he commands, moue onely in command, Nothing in loue: Now do"s he feele his t.i.tle Hang loose about him, like a Giants Robe Vpon a dwarfish Theefe
Ment. Who then shall blame His pester"d Senses to recoyle, and start, When all that is within him, do"s condemne It selfe, for being there
Cath. Well, march we on, To giue Obedience, where "tis truly ow"d: Meet we the Med"cine of the sickly Weale, And with him poure we in our Countries purge, Each drop of vs
Lenox. Or so much as it needes, To dew the Soueraigne Flower, and drowne the Weeds: Make we our March towards Birnan.
Exeunt. marching.
Scaena Tertia.
Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.
Macb. Bring me no more Reports, let them flye all: Till Byrnane wood remoue to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with Feare. What"s the Boy Malcolme?
Was he not borne of woman? The Spirits that know All mortall Consequences, haue p.r.o.nounc"d me thus: Feare not Macbeth, no man that"s borne of woman Shall ere haue power vpon thee. Then fly false Thanes, And mingle with the English Epicures, The minde I sway by, and the heart I beare, Shall neuer sagge with doubt, nor shake with feare.
Enter Seruant.