1814Mal. Let vs seeke out some desolate shade, & there

1815Weepe our sad bosomes empty.

1816Macd. Let vs rather

1817Hold fast the mortall Sword: and like good men,

1818Bestride our downfall Birthdome: each new Morne,

1819New Widdowes howle, new Orphans cry, new sorowes

1820Strike heauen on the face, that it resounds

1821As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out

1822Like Syllable of Dolour.

1823Mal. What I beleeue, Ile waile;

1824What know, beleeue; and what I can redresse,

1825As I shall finde the time to friend: I wil.

1826What you haue spoke, it may be so perchance.

1827This Tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,

1828Was once thought honest: you haue lou'd him well,

1829He hath not touch'd you yet. I am yong, but something

1830You may discerne of him through me, and wisedome

1831To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe

1832T'appease an angry God.

1833Macd. I am not treacherous.

1834Malc. But Macbeth is.

1835A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle

1836In an Imperiall charge. But I shall craue your pardon:

1837That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;

1838Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

1839Though all things foule, would wear the brows of grace

1840Yet Grace must still looke so.

1841Macd. I haue lost my Hopes.

1842Malc. Perchance euen there

1843Where I did finde my doubts.

1844Why in that rawnesse left you Wife, and Childe?

1845Those precious Motiues, those strong knots of Loue,

1846Without leaue-taking. I pray you,

1847Let not my Iealousies, be your Dishonors,

1848But mine owne Safeties: you may be rightly iust,

1849What euer I shall thinke.

1850Macd. Bleed, bleed poore Country,

1851Great Tyrrany, lay thou thy basis sure,

1852For goodnesse dare not check thee: wear y^u thy wrongs,

1853The Title, is affear'd. Far thee well Lord,

1854I would not be the Villaine that thou think'st,

1855For the whole Space that's in the Tyrants Graspe,

1856And the rich East to boot.

1857Mal. Be not offended:

1858I speake not as in absolute feare of you:

1859I thinke our Country sinkes beneath the yoake,

1860It weepes, it bleeds, and each new day a gash

1861Is added to her wounds. I thinke withall,

1862There would be hands vplifted in my right:

1863And heere from gracious England haue I offer

1864Of goodly thousands. But for all this,

1865When I shall treade vpon the Tyrants head,

1866Or weare it on my Sword; yet my poore Country

1867Shall haue more vices then it had before,

1868More suffer, and more sundry wayes then euer,

1869By him that shall succeede.

1870Macd. What should he be?

1871Mal. It is my selfe I meane: in whom I know

1872All the particulars of Vice so grafted,

1873That when they shall be open'd, blacke Macbeth

1874Will seeme as pure as Snow, and the poore State

1875Esteeme him as a Lambe, being compar'd

1876With my confinelesse harmes.

1877Macd. Not in the Legions

1878Of horrid Hell, can come a Diuell more damn'd

1879In euils, to top Macbeth.

1880Mal. I grant him Bloody,

1881Luxurious, Auaricious, False, Deceitfull,

1882Sodaine, Malicious, smacking of euery sinne

1883That ha's a name. But there's no bottome, none

1884In my Voluptuousnesse: Your Wiues, your Daughters,

1885Your Matrons, and your Maides, could not fill vp

1886The Cesterne of my Lust, and my Desire

1887All continent Impediments would ore-beare

1888That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth,

1889Then such an one to reigne.

1890Macd. Boundlesse intemperance

1891In Nature is a Tyranny: It hath beene

1892Th'vntimely emptying of the happy Throne,

1893And fall of many Kings. But feare not yet

1894To take vpon you what is yours: you may

1895Conuey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,

1896And yet seeme cold. The time you may so hoodwinke:

1897We haue willing Dames enough: there cannot be

1898That Vulture in you, to deuoure so many

1899As will to Greatnesse dedicate themselues,

1900Finding it so inclinde.

1901Mal. With this, there growes

1902In my most ill-compos'd Affection, such

1903A stanchlesse Auarice, that were I King,

1904I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,

1905Desire his Iewels, and this others House,

1906And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce

1907To make me hunger more, that I should forge

1908Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,

1909Destroying them for wealth.

1910Macd. This Auarice

1911stickes deeper: growes with more pernicious roote

1912Then Summer-seeming Lust: and it hath bin

1913The Sword of our slaine Kings: yet do not feare,

1914Scotland hath Foysons, to fill vp your will

1915Of your meere Owne. All these are portable,

1916With other Graces weigh'd.

1917Mal. But I haue none. The King-becoming Graces,

1918As Iustice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stablenesse,

1919Bounty, Perseuerance, Mercy, Lowlinesse,

1920Deuotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude,

1921I haue no rellish of them, but abound

1922In the diuision of each seuerall Crime,

1923Acting it many wayes. Nay, had I powre, I should

1924Poure the sweet Milke of Concord, into Hell,

1925Vprore the vniuersall peace, confound

1926All vnity on earth.

1927Macd. O Scotland, Scotland.

1928Mal. If such a one be fit to gouerne, speake:

1929I am as I haue spoken.

1930Mac. Fit to gouern? No not to liue. O Natiõ miserable!

1931With an vntitled Tyrant, bloody Sceptred,

1932When shalt thou see thy wholsome dayes againe?

1933Since that the truest Issue of thy Throne

1934By his owne Interdiction stands accust,

1935And do's blaspheme his breed? Thy Royall Father

1936Was a most Sainted-King: the Queene that bore thee,

1937Oftner vpon her knees, then on her feet,

1938Dy'de euery day she liu'd. Fare thee well,