Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Macbeth.
¶I cannot but remember such things were
¶That were most precious to me: Did heauen looke on,
¶And would not take their part? Sinfull Macduff,
2075They were all strooke for thee: Naught that I am,
¶Not for their owne demerits, but for mine
¶Conuert to anger: blunt not the heart, enrage it.
2080Macd. O I could play the woman with mine eyes,
¶And Braggart with my tongue. But gentle Heauens,
¶Bring thou this Fiend of Scotland, and my selfe
2085Heauen forgiue him too.
¶Mal. This time goes manly:
¶Come go we to the King, our Power is ready,
¶Our lacke is nothing but our leaue. Macbeth
¶Is ripe for shaking, and the Powres aboue
2090Put on their Instruments: Receiue what cheere you may,
¶The Night is long, that neuer findes the Day.
Exeunt
¶
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
¶
Enter a Doctor of Physicke, and a Wayting
¶Gentlewoman.
2095Doct. I haue too Nights watch'd with you, but can
¶walk'd?
¶write vpon't, read it, afterwards Seale it, and againe re-
¶Doct. A great perturbation in Nature, to receyue at
¶once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
¶actuall performances, what (at any time) haue you heard
¶her say?
¶Gent. That Sir, which I will not report after her.
¶tinually, 'tis her command.
2120Looke how she rubbes her hands.
¶thus washing her hands: I haue knowne her continue in
¶this a quarter of an houre.
¶then 'tis time to doo't: Hell is murky. Fye, my Lord, fie,
¶a Souldier, and affear'd? what need we feare? who knowes
2130it, 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?
2135What will these hands ne're be cleane? No more o'that
¶my Lord, no more o'that: you marre all with this star-
¶ting.
¶Doct. Go too, go too:
¶You haue knowne what you should not.
¶of that: Heauen knowes what she ha's knowne.
¶fumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
¶Oh, oh, oh.
¶for the dignity of the whole body.
¶Doct. Well, well, well.
¶dyed holily in their beds.
¶looke not so pale: I tell you yet againe Banquo's buried;
2155he cannot come out on's graue.
¶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.
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Exit Lady.
¶Gent. Directly.
¶Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes
2165To their deafe pillowes will discharge their Secrets:
¶God, God forgiue vs all. Looke after her,
¶Remoue from her the meanes of all annoyance,
¶And still keepe eyes vpon her: So goodnight,
¶I thinke, but dare not speake.
¶
Scena Secunda.
¶
Drum and Colours. Enter Menteth, Cathnes,
2175Angus, Lenox, Soldiers.
¶His Vnkle Seyward, and the good Macduff.
¶Reuenges burne in them: for their deere causes
¶Would to the bleeding, and the grim Alarme
2180Excite 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
2185Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards Sonne,
¶And many vnruffe youths, that euen now
¶Ment. What do's the Tyrant.
¶Do call it valiant Fury, but for certaine
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