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Table of Contents<\/a><\/p>\n

ACT 4, SCENE 3<\/b>
Setting: England. Before the King's palace.<\/i><\/p>\n

[Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF]<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nLet us seek out some desolate shade, and there<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWeep our sad bosoms empty.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nLet us rather<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHold fast the mortal sword, and like good men<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBestride our down–fall'n birthdom: each new morn<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nStrike heaven on the face, that it resounds<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAs if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nLike syllable of dolour.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nWhat I believe I'll wail,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhat know believe, and what I can redress,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAs I shall find the time to friend, I will.<\/td>\n10<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhat you have spoke, it may be so perchance.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThis tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWas once thought honest: you have loved him well.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHe hath not touch'd you yet. I am young;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nbut something<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nYou may deserve of him through me, and wisdom<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo offer up a weak poor innocent lamb<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo appease an angry god.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nI am not treacherous.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nBut Macbeth is.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nA good and virtuous nature may recoil<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn an imperial charge. But I shall crave<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nyour pardon;<\/td>\n20<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat which you are my thoughts cannot transpose:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAngels are bright still, though the brightest fell;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThough all things foul would wear the brows of grace,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nYet grace must still look so.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nI have lost my hopes.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nPerchance even there where I did find my doubts.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhy in that rawness left you wife and child,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThose precious motives, those strong knots of love,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWithout leave–taking? I pray you,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nLet not my jealousies be your dishonours,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,<\/td>\n30<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhatever I shall think.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nBleed, bleed, poor country!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nGreat tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFor goodness dare not cheque thee: wear thou<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nthy wrongs;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI would not be the villain that thou think'st<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFor the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd the rich East to boot.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nBe not offended:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI speak not as in absolute fear of you.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI think our country sinks beneath the yoke;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIt weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash<\/td>\n40<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIs added to her wounds: I think withal<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThere would be hands uplifted in my right;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd here from gracious England have I offer<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOf goodly thousands: but, for all this,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhen I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOr wear it on my sword, yet my poor country<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nShall have more vices than it had before,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nMore suffer and more sundry ways than ever,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBy him that shall succeed.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nWhat should he be?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nIt is myself I mean: in whom I know<\/td>\n50<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAll the particulars of vice so grafted<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWill seem as pure as snow, and the poor state<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nEsteem him as a lamb, being compared<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWith my confineless harms.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nNot in the legions<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOf horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn evils to top Macbeth.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nI grant him bloody,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nLuxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nSudden, malicious, smacking of every sin<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat has a name: but there's no bottom, none,<\/td>\n60<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nYour matrons and your maids, could not fill up<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe cistern of my lust, and my desire<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAll continent impediments would o'erbear<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat did oppose my will: better Macbeth<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThan such an one to reign.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nBoundless intemperance<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn nature is a tyranny; it hath been<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe untimely emptying of the happy throne<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd fall of many kings. But fear not yet<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo take upon you what is yours: you may<\/td>\n70<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nConvey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWe have willing dames enough: there cannot be<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat vulture in you, to devour so many<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAs will to greatness dedicate themselves,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFinding it so inclined.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nWith this there grows<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn my most ill–composed affection such<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nA stanchless avarice that, were I king,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI should cut off the nobles for their lands,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nDesire his jewels and this other's house:<\/td>\n80<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd my more–having would be as a sauce<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo make me hunger more; that I should forge<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nQuarrels unjust against the good and loyal,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nDestroying them for wealth.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nThis avarice<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nSticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThan summer–seeming lust, and it hath been<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nScotland hath foisons to fill up your will.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOf your mere own: all these are portable,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWith other graces weigh'd.<\/td>\n90<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nBut I have none: the king–becoming graces,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAs justice, verity, temperance, stableness,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nDevotion, patience, courage, fortitude,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI have no relish of them, but abound<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn the division of each several crime,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nActing it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nPour the sweet milk of concord into hell,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nUproar the universal peace, confound<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAll unity on earth.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nO Scotland, Scotland!<\/td>\n100<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nIf such a one be fit to govern, speak:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI am as I have spoken.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nFit to govern!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nNo, not to live. O nation miserable,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWith an untitled tyrant bloody–scepter'd,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhen shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nSince that the truest issue of thy throne<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBy his own interdiction stands accursed,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWas a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOftener upon her knees than on her feet,<\/td>\n110<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nDied every day she lived. Fare thee well!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThese evils thou repeat'st upon thyself<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHave banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThy hope ends here!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nMacduff, this noble passion,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nChild of integrity, hath from my soul<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBy many of these trains hath sought to win me<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nInto his power, and modest wisdom plucks me<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFrom over–credulous haste: but God above<\/td>\n120<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nDeal between thee and me! for even now<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI put myself to thy direction, and<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nUnspeak mine own detraction, here abjure<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe taints and blames I laid upon myself,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFor strangers to my nature. I am yet<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nUnknown to woman, never was forsworn,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nScarcely have coveted what was mine own,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAt no time broke my faith, would not betray<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe devil to his fellow and delight<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nNo less in truth than life: my first false speaking<\/td>\n130<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWas this upon myself: what I am truly,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIs thine and my poor country's to command:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhither indeed, before thy here–approach,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOld Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAlready at a point, was setting forth.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nNow we'll together; and the chance of goodness<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBe like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nSuch welcome and unwelcome things at once<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTis hard to reconcile.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
[Enter a Doctor]<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nWell; more anon.––Comes the king forth, I pray you?<\/td>\n140<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Doctor<\/td>\nAy, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat stay his cure: their malady convinces<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe great assay of art; but at his touch––<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nSuch sanctity hath heaven given his hand––<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThey presently amend.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nI thank you, doctor.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
[Exit Doctor]<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nWhat's the disease he means?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nTis call'd the evil:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nA most miraculous work in this good king;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhich often, since my here–remain in England,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHimself best knows: but strangely–visited people,<\/td>\n150<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAll swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe mere despair of surgery, he cures,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHanging a golden stamp about their necks,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nPut on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo the succeeding royalty he leaves<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe healing benediction. With this strange virtue,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHe hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd sundry blessings hang about his throne,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat speak him full of grace.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
[Enter ROSS]<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nSee, who comes here?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nMy countryman; but yet I know him not.<\/td>\n160<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nMy ever–gentle cousin, welcome hither.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nI know him now. Good God, betimes remove<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe means that makes us strangers!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nSir, amen.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nStands Scotland where it did?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nAlas, poor country!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAlmost afraid to know itself. It cannot<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBe call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhere sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAre made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nA modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell<\/td>\n170<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIs there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nExpire before the flowers in their caps,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nDying or ere they sicken.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nO, relation<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nToo nice, and yet too true!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nWhat's the newest grief?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nThat of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nEach minute teems a new one.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nHow does my wife?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nWhy, well.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nAnd all my children?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nWell too.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nThe tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nNo; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nBut not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?<\/td>\n180<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nWhen I came hither to transport the tidings,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhich I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOf many worthy fellows that were out;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhich was to my belief witness'd the rather,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFor that I saw the tyrant's power a–foot:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nNow is the time of help; your eye in Scotland<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWould create soldiers, make our women fight,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo doff their dire distresses.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nBe't their comfort<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWe are coming thither: gracious England hath<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nLent us good Siward and ten thousand men;<\/td>\n190<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAn older and a better soldier none<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat Christendom gives out.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nWould I could answer<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThis comfort with the like! But I have words<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat would be howl'd out in the desert air,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhere hearing should not latch them.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nWhat concern they?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe general cause? or is it a fee–grief<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nDue to some single breast?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nNo mind that's honest<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut in it shares some woe; though the main part<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nPertains to you alone.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nIf it be mine,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nKeep it not from me, quickly let me have it.<\/td>\n200<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nLet not your ears despise my tongue for ever,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhich shall possess them with the heaviest sound<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat ever yet they heard.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nHum! I guess at it.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nYour castle is surprised; your wife and babes<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nSavagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWere, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo add the death of you.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nMerciful heaven!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhat, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nGive sorrow words: the grief that does not speak<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhispers the o'er–fraught heart and bids it break.<\/td>\n210<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nMy children too?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nWife, children, servants, all<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat could be found.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nAnd I must be from thence!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nMy wife kill'd too?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
ROSS<\/td>\nI have said.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nBe comforted:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nLet's make us medicines of our great revenge,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo cure this deadly grief.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nHe has no children. All my pretty ones?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nDid you say all? O hell–kite! All?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhat, all my pretty chickens and their dam<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAt one fell swoop?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nDispute it like a man.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nI shall do so;<\/td>\n220<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut I must also feel it as a man:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI cannot but remember such things were,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat were most precious to me. Did heaven look on,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThey were all struck for thee! naught that I am,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nNot for their own demerits, but for mine,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nBe this the whetstone of your sword: let grief<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nConvert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MACDUFF<\/td>\nO, I could play the woman with mine eyes<\/td>\n230<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nCut short all intermission; front to front<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWithin my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHeaven forgive him too!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MALCOLM<\/td>\nThis tune goes manly.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nCome, go we to the king; our power is ready;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOur lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIs ripe for shaking, and the powers above<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nPut on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe night is long that never finds the day.<\/td>\n240<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
[Exeunt]<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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