Reading Help THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH
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` ACT V. SCENE I. `
` Dunsinane. Anteroom in the castle. `
` `
` Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting Gentlewoman. `
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` DOCTOR. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no `
` truth in your report. When was it she last walked? `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Since his Majesty went into the field, have seen `
` her `
` rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her `
` closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, `
` afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this `
` while `
` in a most fast sleep. `
` DOCTOR. A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the `
` benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching! In this `
` slumbery `
` agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, `
` what, at any time, have you heard her say? `
` GENTLEWOMAN. That, sir, which I will not report after her. `
` DOCTOR. You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Neither to you nor anyone, having no witness to `
` confirm my speech. `
` `
` Enter Lady Macbeth with a taper. `
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` Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise, and, upon my `
` life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. `
` DOCTOR. How came she by that light? `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Why, it stood by her. She has light by her `
` continually; 'tis her command. `
` DOCTOR. You see, her eyes are open. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Ay, but their sense is shut. `
` DOCTOR. What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus `
` washing her hands. I have known her continue in this a `
` quarter of `
` an hour. `
` LADY MACBETH. Yet here's a spot. `
` DOCTOR. Hark, she speaks! I will set down what comes from her, `
` to `
` satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. `
` LADY MACBETH. Out, damned spot! Out, I say! One- two -why then `
` 'tis `
` time to do't. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, `
` and `
` afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call `
` our `
` power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to `
` have `
` had so much blood in him? `
` DOCTOR. Do you mark that? `
` LADY MACBETH. The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? `
` What, `
` will these hands neer be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no `
` more `
` o' that. You mar all with this starting. `
` DOCTOR. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of `
` that. `
` Heaven knows what she has known. `
` LADY MACBETH. Here's the smell of the blood still. All the `
` perfumes `
` of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh! `
` DOCTOR. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the `
` dignity of the whole body. `
` DOCTOR. Well, well, well- `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Pray God it be, sir. `
` DOCTOR. This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known `
` those `
` which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in `
` their `
` beds. `
` LADY MACBETH. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not `
` so `
` pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come `
` out `
` on's grave. `
` DOCTOR. Even so? `
` LADY MACBETH. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. `
` Come, `
` come, come, come, give me your hand.What's done cannot be `
` undone. `
` To bed, to bed, to bed. `
` Exit. `
` DOCTOR. Will she go now to bed? `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Directly. `
` DOCTOR. Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural deeds `
` Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds `
` To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. `
` More needs she the divine than the physician. `
` God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; `
` Remove from her the means of all annoyance, `
` And still keep eyes upon her. So good night. `
` My mind she has mated and amazed my sight. `
` I think, but dare not speak. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Good night, good doctor. `
` Exeunt. `
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` SCENE II. `
` The country near Dunsinane. Drum and colors. `
` `
` Enter Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox, and Soldiers. `
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` MENTEITH. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, `
` His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. `
` Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes `
` Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm `
` Excite the mortified man. `
` ANGUS. Near Birnam Wood `
` Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. `
` CAITHNESS. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? `
` LENNOX. For certain, sir, he is not; I have a file `
` Of all the gentry. There is Seward's son `
` And many unrough youths that even now `
` Protest their first of manhood. `
` MENTEITH. What does the tyrant? `
` CAITHNESS. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies. `
` Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, `
` Do call it valiant fury; but, for certain, `
` He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause `
` Within the belt of rule. `
` ANGUS. Now does he feel `
` His secret murthers sticking on his hands, `
` Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; `
` Those he commands move only in command, `
` Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title `
` Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe `
` Upon a dwarfish thief. `
` MENTEITH. Who then shall blame `
` His pester'd senses to recoil and start, `
` When all that is within him does condemn `
` Itself for being there? `
` CAITHNESS. Well, march we on `
` To give obedience where 'tis truly owed. `
` Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal, `
` And with him pour we, in our country's purge, `
` Each drop of us. `
` LENNOX. Or so much as it needs `
` To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. `
` Make we our march towards Birnam. Exeunt marching. `
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` SCENE III. `
` Dunsinane. A room in the castle. `
` `
` Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. `
` `
` MACBETH. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all! `
` Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane `
` I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? `
` Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know `
` All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: `
` "Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman `
` Shall e'er have power upon thee." Then fly, false Thanes, `
` And mingle with the English epicures! `
` The mind I sway by and the heart I bear `
` Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. `
` `
` Enter a Servant. `
` `
` The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! `
` Where got'st thou that goose look? `
` SERVANT. There is ten thousand- `
` MACBETH. Geese, villain? `
` SERVANT. Soldiers, sir. `
` MACBETH. Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, `
` Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? `
` Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine `
` Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? `
` SERVANT. The English force, so please you. `
` MACBETH. Take thy face hence. Exit Servant. `
` Seyton-I am sick at heart, `
` When I behold- Seyton, I say!- This push `
` Will cheer me ever or disseat me now. `
` I have lived long enough. My way of life `
` Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf, `
` And that which should accompany old age, `
` As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, `
` I must not look to have; but in their stead, `
` Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, `
`
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` <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM `
` SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS `
` PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY `
` WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE `
` DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS `
` PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED `
` COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY `
` SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> `
` `
` `
` `
` ACT V. SCENE I. `
` Dunsinane. Anteroom in the castle. `
` `
` Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting Gentlewoman. `
` `
` DOCTOR. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no `
` truth in your report. When was it she last walked? `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Since his Majesty went into the field, have seen `
` her `
` rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her `
` closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, `
` afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this `
` while `
` in a most fast sleep. `
` DOCTOR. A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the `
` benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching! In this `
` slumbery `
` agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, `
` what, at any time, have you heard her say? `
` GENTLEWOMAN. That, sir, which I will not report after her. `
` DOCTOR. You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Neither to you nor anyone, having no witness to `
` confirm my speech. `
` `
` Enter Lady Macbeth with a taper. `
` `
` Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise, and, upon my `
` life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. `
` DOCTOR. How came she by that light? `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Why, it stood by her. She has light by her `
` continually; 'tis her command. `
` DOCTOR. You see, her eyes are open. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Ay, but their sense is shut. `
` DOCTOR. What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus `
` washing her hands. I have known her continue in this a `
` quarter of `
` an hour. `
` LADY MACBETH. Yet here's a spot. `
` DOCTOR. Hark, she speaks! I will set down what comes from her, `
` to `
` satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. `
` LADY MACBETH. Out, damned spot! Out, I say! One- two -why then `
` 'tis `
` time to do't. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, `
` and `
` afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call `
` our `
` power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to `
` have `
` had so much blood in him? `
` DOCTOR. Do you mark that? `
` LADY MACBETH. The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? `
` What, `
` will these hands neer be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no `
` more `
` o' that. You mar all with this starting. `
` DOCTOR. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of `
` that. `
` Heaven knows what she has known. `
` LADY MACBETH. Here's the smell of the blood still. All the `
` perfumes `
` of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh! `
` DOCTOR. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the `
` dignity of the whole body. `
` DOCTOR. Well, well, well- `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Pray God it be, sir. `
` DOCTOR. This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known `
` those `
` which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in `
` their `
` beds. `
` LADY MACBETH. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not `
` so `
` pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come `
` out `
` on's grave. `
` DOCTOR. Even so? `
` LADY MACBETH. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. `
` Come, `
` come, come, come, give me your hand.What's done cannot be `
` undone. `
` To bed, to bed, to bed. `
` Exit. `
` DOCTOR. Will she go now to bed? `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Directly. `
` DOCTOR. Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural deeds `
` Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds `
` To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. `
` More needs she the divine than the physician. `
` God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; `
` Remove from her the means of all annoyance, `
` And still keep eyes upon her. So good night. `
` My mind she has mated and amazed my sight. `
` I think, but dare not speak. `
` GENTLEWOMAN. Good night, good doctor. `
` Exeunt. `
` `
` `
` `
` `
` SCENE II. `
` The country near Dunsinane. Drum and colors. `
` `
` Enter Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox, and Soldiers. `
` `
` MENTEITH. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, `
` His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. `
` Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes `
` Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm `
` Excite the mortified man. `
` ANGUS. Near Birnam Wood `
` Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. `
` CAITHNESS. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? `
` LENNOX. For certain, sir, he is not; I have a file `
` Of all the gentry. There is Seward's son `
` And many unrough youths that even now `
` Protest their first of manhood. `
` MENTEITH. What does the tyrant? `
` CAITHNESS. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies. `
` Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, `
` Do call it valiant fury; but, for certain, `
` He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause `
` Within the belt of rule. `
` ANGUS. Now does he feel `
` His secret murthers sticking on his hands, `
` Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; `
` Those he commands move only in command, `
` Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title `
` Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe `
` Upon a dwarfish thief. `
` MENTEITH. Who then shall blame `
` His pester'd senses to recoil and start, `
` When all that is within him does condemn `
` Itself for being there? `
` CAITHNESS. Well, march we on `
` To give obedience where 'tis truly owed. `
` Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal, `
` And with him pour we, in our country's purge, `
` Each drop of us. `
` LENNOX. Or so much as it needs `
` To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. `
` Make we our march towards Birnam. Exeunt marching. `
` `
` `
` `
` `
` SCENE III. `
` Dunsinane. A room in the castle. `
` `
` Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. `
` `
` MACBETH. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all! `
` Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane `
` I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? `
` Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know `
` All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: `
` "Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman `
` Shall e'er have power upon thee." Then fly, false Thanes, `
` And mingle with the English epicures! `
` The mind I sway by and the heart I bear `
` Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. `
` `
` Enter a Servant. `
` `
` The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! `
` Where got'st thou that goose look? `
` SERVANT. There is ten thousand- `
` MACBETH. Geese, villain? `
` SERVANT. Soldiers, sir. `
` MACBETH. Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, `
` Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? `
` Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine `
` Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? `
` SERVANT. The English force, so please you. `
` MACBETH. Take thy face hence. Exit Servant. `
` Seyton-I am sick at heart, `
` When I behold- Seyton, I say!- This push `
` Will cheer me ever or disseat me now. `
` I have lived long enough. My way of life `
` Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf, `
` And that which should accompany old age, `
` As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, `
` I must not look to have; but in their stead, `
` Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, `
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