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What know, believe ; and, what I can redress, In nature is a tyranny ; it hath been
As I shall find the time to friend, I will.

The untimely emptying of the happy tlirone, What you have spoke, it may be so; perchance, And fall of many kings. But fear not yet This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our To take upon you what is yours: you may tongues,

Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, Was once thought honest: you bave lov'd bim And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwell :

wink. He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young ; We have willing dames enough ; there cannot be but something

That vulture in you to devour so many, You may deserve of him through me ; and As will to greatness dedicate theinselves, wisdom

Finding it so inclin'd. To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb,

Mal. With this, there grows, To appease an angry god.

In my most ill-compos'd affection, such Naci. I am not treacherous.

A stanchless avarice, that, were ( king, Mal. But Macbeth is.

I should cut off the nobles for their lands: A good and virtuous nature may recoil,

Desire his jewels, and this other's house : In an imperial cbarge. But 'crave your par. And my more having would be as a sauce don ;

To make me hunger more ; that I should forge That which you are, my thoughts cannot trans- Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, pose :

Destroying them for wealth. Angels are briglit still, though the brigbtest fell:1 Macd. This avarice Though all things foul would wear the brows of Sticks deeper ; grows with more pernicious root grace,

Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been Yet grace must still look so.

The sword of our slain kings : Yet do not fear; Macd. I bave lost my hopes.

Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will, Mul. Perchance, even there, where I did find of your mere own : All these are portable, my doubts.

With other graces weigh'd. Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Mal. But I have none : The diag-becoining (Those precious motives, those strong kyots of


As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Without leave taking ?.- pray yoll,

Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, Devotion, patieuce, courage, fortitude, But mine own safeties :-- You may be rightly I have no relish of them, but abound just,

In the division of each several crime, Whatever I shall think.

Acting it many ways. Nay, had 1 power, I Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country!

should Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, For goodness dares not check thee! wear thon Uproar the universal peace, confound thy wrongs,

All unity ou earth. Tby title is affeer'd ! 1-Fare thee well, lord : Macd. O Scotland! Scotland ! I would not be the villain that thou think'st Mal. If such a one be fit to goveru, speak ; For the whole space that's in the tyrant's I am as I have spoken. grasp,

Macd. Fit to govern ! And the rich east to boot.

No, not to live.-0 nation miserable, Mal. Be not offended :

With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, I speak not as in an absolute fear of you. When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again 1 I think, our country sinks beueath the yoke ; Since that the truest issue of thy throne It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,

And does blaspheme his breed 1-1 hy royal There would be hands uplifted in my right:

father. And here, from gracious England, have I offer Was a most sainted king; the queen; that bore of goodly thousands : But, for all this,

thee When I sball tread upon the tyrant's head,

oftner upon her knees tbau on her feet, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country

Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! Shall have more vices than it had before ;

These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself, More suffer, and inore sundry ways than ever,

Have banish'd me from Scotland.-o my By him that shall succeed.

breast, Macb. What should he be ?

Thy hope ends here!
Mal. It is myself I meau : in whom I know Mal. Macduff, this noble passion,
All tue particulars of vice so grafted,

Child of integrity, bath from miy soul
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Wip'd the biack scruples, recoucil'd my thoughts
Will seem as pure as show; and the poor stateTo thy good truth and honour. D

To thy good truth and honour. Devilish MacEsteem him as a lamb, being compar'd

beth With my confiueless harms.

By many of these trains hathg sought to win me Macd. Not in the legions

Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me or horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd From over-credulous haste : 1 But God above In evils to top Macbeth.

Deal between thee and me! for even now Bal. I grant him bloody,

I put myself to thy direction, and Luxurious, 3 avaricious, false, deceitful,

Unspeak mine on i detraction : bere abjure Sudden, l malicious, smacking of every sin

The taints and blames I laid upon inyself, That has a name : But there's no bottom, none, For strangers to my nature. I am yct lu my voluptuousness : your wives, your daugh

meneas "vour wives your daugh: Unknown to womau ; never was forsworn ; ters,

Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up At no time broke my faith ; would not betray The cisteru of iny lust; and my desire

The devil to his fellow; and delight All continent iinpediments would oer-bear, No less it truth than life : my tirst false speakThat did oppose my will : Better Macbeth, Than sucli a ove to reign.

Was this upon myself : What I am truly, Macd!. Boundless intemperance

Is thine and iny poor country's, to cominand

Whitber, indeed, before thy here-approach, • Befriend.

Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, I. e. A good mind may recede from goudness in the | All ready at a point, was setting forth : (Xenon of a royal commission.

# Legally settled by those who had the final adjudi. cation.

• Plenty.

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Now we'll together : Aud the chance of good. For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot : ness

Now is the time of help ; your eye in Scotland Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you would create soldiers, make our women fight, silent?

To doff their dire distresses. Macd Such welcome and unwelcome things Mal. Be it their comfort, at once,

We are coming thither; gracious England liath 'Tis hard to reconcile.

Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men ;

An older and a better soldier uone
Enter a Doctor.

That Christendom gives out. Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king! Rosse. 'Would I could answer forth, I pray you?

This comfort with the like! But I have words, Doct. Ay, Sir: there are a crew of wretched That would be howl'd out in the desert air, souls,

Wbere hearing should not latch t them. That stay his cure : their malady convinces

Macd. What concern they ?
The great assay of art : but, at bis touch,

The general cause ? or is it a fee-grief, .
Such sanctity hath beaven given his baud, Due to some single breast?
They presently amend.

Rosse. No mind, that's honest,
Mal. I thank you, doctor. (Erit DOCTOR. But in it shares some woe; though the main part
Macd. What is the disease he means ?

Pertains to yon alone. Mul. 'Tis ca!l'd the evit:

Mucd. If it be mine, A most miraculous work in this good king; Keep it not from me, quickly let me bave it. Which often, since my here-remain in Eug- Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongtie land,

for ever,

(sound, I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Which shall possess them with the heavies! Himself best know's : but strangely-visited That ever yet they heard. people,

Macd. Humph! I guess at it. All swoln and nicerous, pitiful to the eye,

Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd : your wife, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ;

and babes, Hanging a golden stamp + about their necks, Savagely slaughter'd : to relate the manner, Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spokell, Were, on the quarry ý of these murder'd deer, To the succeeding royalty he leaves

To add the death of you. The healing benediction. With this strange vir Mal, Merciful heaven tue,

What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; lle hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ;

Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not And sundry blessings hang about his throne,

speak, That speak him full of grace.

Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it,

break. Enter Rosse.

Macd. My children too! Macd. See, who comes here?

Rosse. Wire, childrev, servants, all
Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him That could be found.

Macd. And I must be from thence I
Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. My wife kill'd too?
Mal. I know him now : Good God, betimes Rosse. I have said.

Mal. Be comforted;
The means that make us strangers !

Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, Rosse. Sir, Amen.

To cure this deadly grief, Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?

Macd. He has no children.--All my pretty Rosse, Alas, poor country;

ones? Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot

Did you say, all ?-0 hell-kite 1- All? Be call'd our mother, but our grave : where What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, nothing,

At one fell swoop ?
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Mal. Dispute it like a man.
Where sighs and groans, and shrieks that rend Macd. I shall do so ;
the air,

But I must also feel it as a man :
Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow I cannot but remember such things were,

That were not precious to me.-Diá heaven A modern ecstacy; I the dead man's knell

look on, Is there scarce ask'd, for who ; and good meu's And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduit, Expire before the flowers in their caps, (lires, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Dying, or ere they sicken.

Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Macd. O relation,

Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them Too nice, and yet too true!

now! Mal. What is the newest grier ?

Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: Rosse. That of an hour's age doth biss the

let grief

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Convert to anger ; blunt not the heart, en age Each minute teems a new one.

Macd. 0 I could play the woman with mine Macd. How does my wife ?

eyes, Rosse. Why, well.

And braggart with my tongue --But, gentle Macd. And all my children?

beaven, Rosse. Well too.

Cut short all intermission : 5 front to front, Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; peace ?

Within my sword's length set him ; if he'scape, Rosse. No ; they were well at peace, when I Heaven forgive hiin too ! did leave them.

Mal. This tune goes manly. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How Come, go we to the king ; our power is ready ; goes it ?

Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above tidings,

Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour

you may ; or many worthy fellows that were ont;

The uigbt is long, that never finds the day. Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,


• Overpowers, subduer.
mpl ment to the Stuarts, who touched for the


• Put off. + Catch.

I Agrief that has a single auner, The game efter it is killed.

1 All pause.

1 Commen distress of mind.

ACT v.

the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me

your hand; What's done, cannot be undone : To SCENE 1.-Dunsinane.- A Room in the Cas- bed, to bed, to bed. (Exit Lady Macbeth. tle.

Doct. Will she go now to bed ?
Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting

Gent. Directly.

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unna

tural deeds Doct. I have two nights watched with you,

: Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds but can perceive no truth in your report. When

" To their deaf pillows will discharge their sewas it she last walked ?

iesto cent into the field crets. Gent. Since his majesty went into the field,

More needs she the divine, than the physi. I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her

cian. night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take

God, God, forgive us all! Look after ber; forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, aster

Remove from her the means of all annoyance, wards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all

And still keep eyes upon her :-So, good night : this while in a most fast sleep.

My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to re

sight: ceive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the

I think, but dare not speak. effects of watching. In this slumbry agitation,

Gent. Good night, good Joctor. (Exeunt. besides her walking, and other actual per formances, what, at any time, have you heard SCENE II.-The Country near Dunsinane. ber say?

Gent. That, Sir, which I will uot report after Enter with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, her.

CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOx, and Soldiers. Doct. You may, to me ; and 'iis most meet| Ment. The English power is near, led oa by you should.

Malcolm, Gent. Neither to you, nor any one ; having

5 His uncle Siward, and the good Macduft. no witness to confirm my speecb.

Revenges burn in them : for their dear causes Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper.

Wonld, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,

Excite the mortified man. + Lo you, here she comes ! This is her very guise ;| Ang. Near Birnam wood and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her ; Shall we well meet them; that way are tbey stand close.

coming. Doct. How came she by that light?

Cuth. Who knowe, is Donalbain be with his Gent. Why, it stood by her : she has ligbt hy

brother? her continually ; 'tis her command.

Len. For certain, Sir, he is not : I have a Doct. You see, her eyes are open.

file Gent. Ay, but their sense is sout.

I of all the gentry ; there is Siward's son, Doct. What is it she does now ? Look, how And many ourought youths, but even now she rubs her hands.

Protest their first of manhood. Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, Ment. What does the tyrant? to seem thus washing her hands; I have known Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : ber continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hat Lady M. Yet bere's a spot.

bim, Doct. Hark, she speaks ; I will set down what Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the He cannot buchle his distemper'd cause more strongly. more strongy...

Love within the best of rule. Lady M. Out, damned spot ! out, I say !- Ang. Now does he feel One ; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't: Hell His secret murders sticking on his hands : is murky!' -Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and Now minutely revolts upbraid bis faith-breach ; afear'd? What need we fear who knows it, Those he commands, move only in command, when none cau call our power to account !-Yet Nothing in love : now does he feel the title who would have thought the old man to have had Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe 50 much blood in him?

Upon a dwarfish thief. Doct. Do you mark that?

Ment. Who then shall blame Lady M. The thane of Fife bad a wife ; His pester'd senses to recoil and start, Where is she now - -What, will these When all that is within him does condem: hands ne'er be clean ?-No mor o'that, my | Itself, for being there? lord, no more o'that: you may with this Cath. Well, march we on, starting.

To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd : Doct. Go to, go to ; you have known what you Meet we tbe medecin g of the sickly weal; should not.

And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Gent. She has spoke wbat she should not, I Each drop of us. am sure of that: Heaven knows what she bas Len. Or so much as it needs, known.

To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still :

weeds. all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeted this Make we our march towards Birna'n. little haud. Oh! oh oh!

(Ereunt, marching. Doct. What a sight is there! The heart is sorely charged.

SCENE INI.-Dunsinane.-- Room in the Gent. I would not have such a heart in my

Castle. bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,

Enter MACBETH, DOCTOR, and ATTENDANTS. Gent, 'Pray God, it be, Sir.

Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them Doct. This disease is beyond my practice :

fy all; Yet I have known those which have walked in Till Birnain wood remove to Dunsinane, their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy MalLady M. Wash your hands, put on your


(know night gown ; look not 80 pale :- I tell you yet Was he not born of woman? The spirits that again Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus: bís grave.

Fear not, Macbeth ; no man, that's born oj Doct. Even so ?

woman, Lady M. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at


A religious ; and ascetic • Dark.


The physicias,

Shall e'er have power on thee.--Then fly Mucb. Bring it after me.-false thanes,

I will not be afraid of death and bane, And mingle with the English epicures :

Till Birnam forest come to Dulsinane, The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,

(Eril. Sball vever sage with doubt, nor shake with Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and sear.


Profit agaiu should hardly draw me bere. (Erit. Enter a SERVANT. The devil damn thee black, thou cream.fac'd SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane : A loou! +

Wood in view. Where got'st thou that goose look ?

Enter. with Drum and Colours, MALCOLN, Serv. There is ten tholisaud

old SIWARD and his SON, MACDUFP, MEN Macb. Geese, villain 1

TETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, Rosse, Serv. Soldiers, Sir.

and Soldiers, marching. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,

Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?

hand Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thinc Tbat chambers will be safe. Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey Ment. We doubt it notbing. face?

Siw. What wood is this before us Serv. The English force, so please you.

Ment. The wood of Birnam. Macb. Take ihy face hence.-Seytou l-I am Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, sick at heart,

And bear't before him ; thereby shall we sha. When I behold-Seylon, I say I-This push

dow Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.

The numbers of our host, aud make discovery I have liv'd long enough : my way of life

Err in report of us. Is fall'u into the sear, the yellow leaf :

Sold, it shall be done. And that which should accoinpany old age, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

tyrant I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour. / Our setting down befor't. breath,

Mal. 'Tis his main hope : Which tbe poor heart would fain deny, but For where there is advantage to be given, dare not.

Both more and less have giveu hin the re. Seyton !


And none serve with him, but constrained Enter SBYTON.

things, Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?

Whose hearts are absent too. Macb. What news more?

Macd, Let our just censures Sey. All is confirmi'd, my lord, which was Attend the true event, and put we on reported.

Industrious soldiership. Macb. i'll fight, till from my bones my flesh Siw. The time approaches, be back'd.

That will with due decision make us know Give me my armour.

What we shall say we have, and what we owe, Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.

Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; Macb. I'll put it on.

But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :t Send out inore horses, skirr the country Towards whicb, advance the war. round;

(Ereunt, marching. Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour.

SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the How does your patient, doctor?

Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,

Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, That keep her from her rest.

SEYTUN, and Soldiers. Macb. Cure ber of that:

Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd :

walls; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; The cry is still, They come : Our castle's Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;

strength And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,

Will laugh a siege to scorn : here let them lie. Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff, Till famine and the ague eat them up : Which weighs upon the heart?

| Were they not forc'd with those that should be Doct. Therein the patient

our's, Must minister to himself.

We might have met them dareful, beard to Macb. Throw physic to the doge, I'll none of| beard it.

And beat them backward home. What is that Come, put mine armour on; give me my

noise ? (A cry within, of Women. staff:

Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Seytou, send out.--Doctor, the thanes fly from Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: ine:

The time has been, my seuses would have Come, Sir, despatch :-If thou could'st, doctor,

cool'd cast

To hear a night-shriek; and my fell i of hair The water of my land, find her disease,

Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir And purge it to a sound and pristine health, As life were in't: I have supp'd full with hor. I would applaud thee to the very echo,

rors ; That sbould applaud again.-Pull't oft', I say. Direness, familiar to my slanght'rous thoughts, What rhubarb, senua ; or what purgative drug, Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that Would scour these Englisb hence :-Hearest thou

cry? of them ?

Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Doct. Ay, my good lord ; your royal prepara Macb. She should have died bereafter ; tion

There would have been a time for such a word. Makes us hear something.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
• Sink.
Base fellow.
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within this ving grove. Last false;

To the last syllable of recorded time;

Macb. My name's Macbeth. And all our yesterdays have lighted fouls

Yo. Siw. The devil himsell could not be The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle !

nounce a title
Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, More bateful to inine ear.
That struts and frets bis hour upon the stage, Macb. No, nor inore fearful.
And theu is heard no more: it is a tale

Yo. Siw. Thon liest, abborred tyrant; with Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

my sword Signifyiug nothing.-

I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

(They fight, and young SIWARD is slain : Enter a MESSENGER.

Macb. Thou wast born of woman.
Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Aless. Gracious my lord,

Brandish'd by man that's of a woinan born.
I shall report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do it.

Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
Macb. Well, say, Sir.
Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show

thy face : I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, I thou best slaill, and with no stroke of mine, The wood began to inove.

My wife and children's gbost will haunt me Macb. Liar and slave!

Striking him.

still. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms SO:

Are hir'd to bear their staves ; either thou, MacWithin this three mile may you see it coming ;

beth, I say, a moving grove.

Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Jucb. If thou speak'st false,

I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st Upon the next tree sbalt thou hang alive,

be; Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, By this great clatter, one of greatest note 1 care not if thon dost for me as much.

Seerns bruited :. Let me find him, fortune! I pull in resolution ; and begin

Aud more I beg not.

[Erit. Alurum. To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD. Tbat lies like iruth: Feur not, till Birnam wood

Six. This way, iny lord ;-The castle's gently Do come to Dunsinane ;--and now a wood

render'd : Comes toward Dunsivane.-Arm, arın, and The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; out

The noble thanes do bravely in the war ; or this, which he avouches, does appear,

The day almost itself prosesses your's, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here,

Aud little is to do. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

Mal. We have met with foes And wish the estate o'the world were now an- | That strike beside us. done.

[wrack! Siw. Euter, Sir, the castle. Ring the alarum hell :-Blow, wind I come,

(Exeunt. Alarum. At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Re-enter MACBETH. (Exeunt.

Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and SCENE VI.-The same.-A Plain before the


(gashes Castle.

On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the

Do better upon them. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army,

Re-enter MacDUFF. with Boughs.

Macd. Turu, bell-hound, thrn. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens Macb. of all men else I have avoided thee : throw down,

But get thee back, my soul is too much cbarg'd And show like those you are :-You, worthy

With blood of thine already. uncle,

Macd. I have no words, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,

My volce is in my sword; thou bloodier vil.ain Lead our first battle : worthy Macdufl, and we,

| Than terins can give thee out! Shall, take upon us what else remains to do, According to our order.

Macb. Thou losest labour : Siwe. Fare you well.

As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air + Do we but find the tyrant's power to night,

With thy keen sword impress, as niake me Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

bleed : Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give.

ke give Let sall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; them all breath,

I bear a charmed life, wbich must not yield Those clamorous barbingers of blood and death. To one of woman born. (Exerent. Alarums continued.

Macd. Lespair thy charm;

And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, SCENE VII.-The same.- Another Part of Tell

Tell thee, Macduft was from his mother's womb the Plain.

Untimely ripp'd.

Macb. Accursed be tbat tongue that tells me Enter MACBETH.

80, Macb. They have tied me to a stake : I can. For it hath cow'd my better part of inan! not fly :

And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, But, bear-like, I inust fight the course. What's That palter 1 with us in a double sense ; he,

That keep the word of promise to our ear, That was not born of woman? Such a one And break it to our hope.-l'll not fight with Am I to fear, or none.

thee. Enter young SIWARD.

Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. Yo. Siw. What is thy pame?

We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Macb. Tbou'll be afraid to hear it.

Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit, Yo. Siw. No ; though thou call'st thyself a| Here may you see the tyrant. hotter name

Macb. l'll not yield, Than any is in hell.

• Reported with clamour.
• Shrivel

† Armour
+ The air which canot be cut

* Shaffit

[They fight.

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