GD Macbeth Act V

Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman

I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report.

Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown 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.

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?

Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech.

Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech.

Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper

This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep.

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.

Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

is murky!--Fie,

more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.

I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body.

Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds

Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm

Excite the mortified man.

What does the tyrant?

His pester'd senses to recoil and start,

His pester'd senses to recoil and start,

And with him pour we in our country's purge

And mingle with the English epicures:

Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;

Raze out the written troubles of the brain

Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff

And purge it to a sound and pristine health,

Would scour these English hence?

I will not be afraid of death and bane,

Let every soldier hew him down a bough

Let every soldier hew him down a bough

Err in report of us.

Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure

Let our just censures

Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,

But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:

Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie

Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie

Till famine and the ague eat them up:

Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir

Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir

Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

Signifying nothing.

Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:

I say, a moving grove.

Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,

I pull in resolution, and begin

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend

There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.

And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.

At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword

Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.

I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms

This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:

The day almost itself professes yours,

With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed:

For it hath cow'd my better part of man!

That palter with us in a double sense;

Flourish.

And so, his knell is knoll'd.

And so, his knell is knoll'd.

The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:

That speak my salutation in their minds;

Before we reckon with your several loves,

As calling home our exiled friends abroad