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Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
1812 Scaena Tertia.
1813 Enter Malcolme and Macduffe.
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,
1828Was once thought honest: you haue lou'd him well,
1829He hath not touch'd you yet. I am yong, but something
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:
1839Though all things foule, would wear the brows of grace
1842Malc. Perchance euen there
1843Where I did finde my doubts.
1844Why in that rawnesse left you Wife, and Childe?
1846Without leaue-taking. I pray you,
1848But mine owne Safeties: you may be rightly iust,
1849What euer I shall thinke.
1850Macd. Bleed, bleed poore Country,
1852For goodnesse dare not check thee: wear yu 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.
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,
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
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,
1883That ha's a name. But there's no bottome, none
1885Your Matrons, and your Maides, could not fill vp
1887All continent Impediments would ore-beare
1888That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth,
1889Then such an one to reigne.
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
1897We haue willing Dames enough: there cannot be
1898That Vulture in you, to deuoure so many
1900Finding it so inclinde.
1901Mal. With this, there growes
1906And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
1907To make me hunger more, that I should forge
1909Destroying them for wealth.
1910Macd. This Auarice
1911stickes deeper: growes with more pernicious roote
1913The Sword of our slaine Kings: yet do not feare,
1915Of your meere Owne. All these are portable,
1916With other Graces weigh'd.
1917Mal. But I haue none. The King-becoming Graces,
1920Deuotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude,
1921I haue no rellish of them, but abound
1924Poure the sweet Milke of Concord, into Hell,
1925Vprore the vniuersall peace, confound
1926All vnity on earth.
1927Macd. O Scotland, Scotland.
1929I am as I haue spoken.
1931With an vntitled Tyrant, bloody Sceptred,
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,
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1941Thy hope ends heere.
1943Childe of integrity, hath from my soule
1944Wip'd the blacke Scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts
1945To thy good Truth, and Honor. Diuellish Macbeth,
1948From ouer-credulous hast: but God aboue
1949Deale betweene thee and me; For euen now
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
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.
1968 Enter a Doctor.
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,
1978Mal. Tis call'd the Euill.
1979A most myraculous worke in this good King,
1980Which often since my heere remaine in England,
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
1989He hath a heauenly guift of Prophesie,
1991That speake him full of Grace.
1992 Enter Rosse.
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,
2002Be call'd our Mother, but our Graue; where nothing
2006A Moderne extasie: The Deadmans knell,
2008Expire before the Flowers in their Caps,
2009Dying, or ere they sicken.
2010Macd. Oh Relation; too nice, and yet too true.
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
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,
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.
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
2043Pertaines to you alone.
2044Macd. If it be mine
2045Keepe it not from me, quickly let me haue it.
2048That euer yet they heard.
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:
2057Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it breake.
2058Macd. My Children too?
2059Ro. Wife, Children, Seruants, all that could be found.
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?
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2072I cannot but remember such things were
2073That were most precious to me: Did heauen looke on,
2074And would not take their part? Sinfull Macduff,
2075They were all strooke for thee: Naught that I am,
2076Not for their owne demerits, but for mine
2079Conuert to anger: blunt not the heart, enrage it.
2080Macd. O I could play the woman with mine eyes,
2081And Braggart with my tongue. But gentle Heauens,
2083Bring thou this Fiend of Scotland, and my selfe
2085Heauen forgiue him too.
2086Mal. This time goes manly:
2087Come go we to the King, our Power is ready,
2088Our lacke is nothing but our leaue. Macbeth
2089Is ripe for shaking, and the Powres aboue
2090Put on their Instruments: Receiue what cheere you may,