1939These Euils thou repeat'st vpon thy selfe,

1940Hath banish'd me from Scotland. O my Brest,

1941Thy hope ends heere.

1942Mal. Macduff, this Noble passion

1943Childe of integrity, hath from my soule

1944Wip'd the blacke Scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts

1945To thy good Truth, and Honor. Diuellish Macbeth,

1946By many of these traines, hath sought to win me

1947Into his power: and modest Wisedome pluckes me

1948From ouer-credulous hast: but God aboue

1949Deale betweene thee and me; For euen now

1950I put my selfe to thy Direction, and

1951Vnspeake mine owne detraction. Heere abiure

1952The taints, and blames I laide vpon my selfe,

1953For strangers to my Nature. I am yet

1954Vnknowne to Woman, neuer was forsworne,

1955Scarsely haue coueted what was mine owne.

1956At no time broke my Faith, would not betray

1957The Deuill to his Fellow, and delight

1958No lesse in truth then life. My first false speaking

1959Was this vpon my selfe. What I am truly

1960Is thine, and my poore Countries to command:

1961Whither indeed, before they heere approach

1962Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike men

1963Already at a point, was setting foorth:

1964Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodnesse

1965Be like our warranted Quarrell. Why are you silent?

1966Macd. Such welcome, and vnwelcom things at once

1967'Tis hard to reconcile.

1969Mal. Well, more anon. Comes the King forth

1970I pray you?

1971Doct. I Sir: there are a crew of wretched Soules

1972That stay his Cure: their malady conuinces

1973The great assay of Art. But at his touch,

1974Such sanctity hath Heauen giuen his hand,

1975They presently amend. Exit.

1976Mal. I thanke you Doctor.

1977Macd. What's the Disease he meanes?

1978Mal. Tis call'd the Euill.

1979A most myraculous worke in this good King,

1980Which often since my heere remaine in England,

1981I haue seene him do: How he solicites heauen

1982Himselfe best knowes: but strangely visited people

1983All swolne and Vlcerous, pittifull to the eye,

1984The meere dispaire of Surgery, he cures,

1985Hanging a golden stampe about their neckes,

1986Put on with holy Prayers, and 'tis spoken

1987To the succeeding Royalty he leaues

1988The healing Benediction. With this strange vertue,

1989He hath a heauenly guift of Prophesie,

1990And sundry Blessings hang about his Throne,

1991That speake him full of Grace.

1993Macd. See who comes heere.

1994Malc. My Countryman: but yet I know him not.

1995Macd. My euer gentle Cozen, welcome hither.

1996Malc. I know him now. Good God betimes remoue

1997The meanes that makes vs Strangers.

1998Rosse. Sir, Amen.

1999Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?

2000Rosse. Alas poore Countrey,

2001Almost affraid to know it selfe. It cannot

2002Be call'd our Mother, but our Graue; where nothing

2003But who knowes nothing, is once seene to smile:

2004Where sighes, and groanes, and shrieks that rent the ayre

2005Are made, not mark'd: Where violent sorrow seemes

2006A Moderne extasie: The Deadmans knell,

2007Is there scarse ask'd for who, and good mens liues

2008Expire before the Flowers in their Caps,

2009Dying, or ere they sicken.

2010Macd. Oh Relation; too nice, and yet too true.

2011Malc. What's the newest griefe?

2012Rosse. That of an houres age, doth hisse the speaker,

2013Each minute teemes a new one.

2014Macd. How do's my Wife?

2015Rosse. Why well.

2016Macd. And all my Children?

2017Rosse. Well too.

2018Macd. The Tyrant ha's not batter'd at their peace?

2019Rosse. No, they were wel at peace, when I did leaue 'em

2020Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech: How gos't?

2021Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Tydings

2022Which I haue heauily borne, there ran a Rumour

2023Of many worthy Fellowes, that were out,

2024Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather,

2025For that I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot.

2026Now is the time of helpe: your eye in Scotland

2027Would create Soldiours, make our women fight,

2028To doffe their dire distresses.

2029Malc. Bee't their comfort

2030We are comming thither: Gracious England hath

2031Lent vs good Seyward, and ten thousand men,

2032An older, and a better Souldier, none

2033That Christendome giues out.

2034Rosse. Would I could answer

2035This comfort with the like. But I haue words

2036That would be howl'd out in the desert ayre,

2037Where hearing should not latch them.

2038Macd. What concerne they,

2039The generall cause, or is it a Fee-griefe

2040Due to some single brest?

2041Rosse. No minde that's honest

2042But in it shares some woe, though the maine part

2043Pertaines to you alone.

2044Macd. If it be mine

2045Keepe it not from me, quickly let me haue it.

2046Rosse. Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer,

2047Which shall possesse them with the heauiest sound

2048That euer yet they heard.

2049Macd. Humh: I guesse at it.

2050Rosse, Your Castle is surpriz'd: your Wife, and Babes

2051Sauagely slaughter'd: To relate the manner

2052Were on the Quarry of these murther'd Deere

2053To adde the death of you.

2054Malc. Mercifull Heauen:

2055What man, ne're pull your hat vpon your browes:

2056Giue sorrow words; the griefe that do's not speake,

2057Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it breake.

2058Macd. My Children too?

2059Ro. Wife, Children, Seruants, all that could be found.

2060Macd. And I must be from thence? My wife kil'd too?

2061Rosse. I haue said.

2062Malc. Be comforted.

2063Let's make vs Med'cines of our great Reuenge,

2064To cure this deadly greefe.

2065Macd. He ha's no Children. All my pretty ones?

2066Did you say All? Oh Hell-Kite! All?

2067What, All my pretty Chickens, and their Damme

2068At one fell swoope?

2069Malc. Dispute it like a man.

2070Macd. I shall do so:

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