No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 4 Scene 3

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Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF	LCOMMAL nda FACMFUD enert.
MALCOLM Let us seek out some desolate shade and there Weep our sad bosoms empty.	LLMACOM Ltes eske tuo oems adsyh pclea wereh we can its onwd aeoln and rcy ruo raseht otu.
MACDUFF Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword and, like good men, Bestride our downfalln birthdom. Each new morn 5 New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland and yelled out Like syllable of dolor.	FADFUMC Isdaten of riycng, ltse kepe odlh of uor wrosds nda neefdd uro enlafl eondlamh keil roonhalbe mne. achE yda wne iswwod holw, new orpnash cry, dna new worosrs salp neeahv in the efca, intlu it onusds klie hvenae liesft seelf dltcSosan nihagus dna crsasme in pain.
MALCOLM What I believe Ill wail; What know believe, and what I can redress, 10 As I shall find the time to friend, I will. What you have spoke, it may be so perchance. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest. You have loved him well. He hath not touched you yet. I am young, but something 15 You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb T appease an angry god.	AOLLCMM I iwll engeva arehevwt I levibee is nrwog. dAn lIl vlbeiee rehwavte Im rues is teru. And Ill upt tgirh weaetrvh I can ehwn het eimt ecmso. atWh yuo sujt dsia yma hseaprp be etru. shTi natyrt, oewsh emre anme is so fawlu it utshr us to ysa it, saw eonc oersincded an hstoen man. Yuo rewe noe of his aoeifvrts. He ahnts dnoe ngahnity to marh yuo ety. Im iripexenneecd, tbu eybma ouyre lngnniap to iwn Mcshteba forav by bnryeiagt me to mih. It wudol be armts to oeffr nmeoeos rpoo dna iotncnen klei me as a isiflciraac lamb to fytisas an ygnar dgo like ectbaMh.
MACDUFF I am not treacherous.	CDFAFUM I am nto errteuoscah.
MALCOLM But Macbeth is. 20 A good and virtuous nature may recoil In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon. That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, 25 Yet grace must still look so.	MACOLLM uBt Mbehcat is. evEn onmoees iwth a ogod adn isuvtuor tranue gmtih veig ayw to a yoral mndacom. But I egb uyro doapnr. My easrf ncta luayclat akme you eliv. legsAn aer lilts higbtr nvee hgohut rfuceiL, the gtthribes laeng, lelf mfor eheanv. enEv hgotuh vghrteyien eilv twnas to olko gdoo, oogd sllti ahs to kloo odog too.
MACDUFF I have lost my hopes.	FMFAUCD I vhea tols my epho of ivinonnccg uyo to hfgti nisgtaa hcbMeta.
MALCOLM Perchance even there where I did find my doubts. Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, Without leave-taking? I pray you, 30 Let not my jealousies be your dishonors, But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just, Whatever I shall think.	OLMAMCL Mebay ouy tlos uryo hespo ubtoa me wereh I nuofd my sdoubt outba uoy. yWh ddi uoy leaev uory iwef nda dlich rubevetlnlhae stom ceoprsui hsgtni in yrou eilf, oehts sotnrg snobd of velo? Hwo docul uyo eaevl hmet hnebdi? Btu I ebg oyu, tnod etrtprein my ssupinoisc as rensdal tisagna uyo. uYo smtu dunrtsndae hatt I ntaw to ctrpteo lmesyf. oYu may ryalel be neosth, no atetmr athw I hiknt.
MACDUFF Bleed, bleed, poor country! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dare not check thee. Wear thou thy wrongs; 35 The title is affeered.Fare thee well, lord. I would not be the villain that thou thinkst For the whole space thats in the tyrants grasp, And the rich East to boot.	DACUFMF lBeed, beeld, orpo tocuyrn! Geart tntary, go deaah nda lubid rofylseu up, eubecsa good peleop aer ifdara to ndtsa up to uyo. oEnjy igyehtnerv uyo estlo, saueebc yuro teitl is fsae! elFawlre, oldr. I uontwdl be teh vaniill you intkh I am neev if I rewe feforde lal of hbMstcea gdoikmn dan eth iscrhe of het asEt oot.
MALCOLM Be not offended. I speak not as in absolute fear of you. 40 I think our country sinks beneath the yoke. It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds. I think withal There would be hands uplifted in my right; And here from gracious England have I offer 45 Of goodly thousands. But, for all this, When I shall tread upon the tyrants head, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Shall have more vices than it had before, More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, 50 By him that shall succeed.	LLMAOCM oDtn be fdodefen. I otdn elotyeplcm sstitdur uyo. I do htnik clnatoSd is kinsgin edunr Mbcethsa psenosoipr. Oru tuoncyr eewsp, it sbleed, nda ahec ayd a rhfes uct is eddda to rhe donuws. I aslo kniht erteh dlowu be nyma peelop lwiinlg to hgfit rof me. heT sEglhin ahve odemirps me otndssahu of otrpso. tBu vnee so, ewhn I eavh Mebahsct eahd udenr my ooft, or usktc on hte ned of my orwsd, hent my rpoo yocrutn wlil be aupglde by ewros liev nhta it asw eerbfo. It llwi rsefuf sewro and in reom wyas tnah vree rudne hte geinr of the inkg who slfolow Mcahteb.
MACDUFF What should he be?	DFUAFCM hoW era uoy lngtkia aubto?
MALCOLM It is myself I mean, in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state 55 Esteem him as a lamb, being compared With my confineless harms.	COAMMLL Im ianklgt oubat myfles. I onkw I hvae so anmy secvi atth wenh epeopl ese lal of ehmt odpsxee, leiv hMabtec illw eems as eupr as swon in csoaprniom, nad orpo canotSdl ilwl clal ihm a teews mabl henw heyt peocram mih to me adn my eiifntin leisv.
MACDUFF Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned In evils to top Macbeth.	CDMFUAF neEv in lehl uyo noudtcl difn a ldeiv weosr thna btecahM.
MALCOLM I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, 60 Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name. But theres no bottom, none, In my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters, Your matrons, and your maids could not fill up The cistern of my lust, and my desire 65 All continent impediments would oerbear That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth Than such an one to reign.	MAMCLLO I itadm tath she remuuords, ceuerlsoh, ydegre, lngyi, efcetdiul, nliveto, mcasoiuil, dna ytulgi of veeyr sin tath has a mnea. uBt ehert is no ned, soeulytbla enon, to my alsexu dessrei. urYo wveis, yuro tdrahusge, ryou old nmewo, adn your onugy sidma htergeot cludo ton tyissfa my stul. My resdie udwol rwepvoeor lla iterratsns and noeayn ohw doost in my ywa. It duwlo be btetre ofr hetabMc to uler athn esnmeoo liek me.
MACDUFF Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne 70 And fall of many kings. But fear not yet To take upon you what is yours. You may Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty And yet seem cold; the time you may so hoodwink. We have willing dames enough. There cannot be 75 That vulture in you to devour so many As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined.	UDFFCAM ssdEnel rgeed adn luts in a snma utnaer is a dkin of tynryan. It sha cseadu hte awlfldon of naym gskin. But notd be adriaf to keta het worcn ttha neogbsl to ouy. oYu nca fdin a ayw to siyafts uoyr sisrdee in ertcse, hiwel tlsli aapigenrp utuivrso. uoY nac cdeeevi veeyoren. eThre ear orem tahn nehgou wnlligi moewn drnuoa. rouY ulst tacn yslspibo be so sonrtg thta uydo esu up lla hte menwo inligwl to ivge lsshteveme to eth nigk ceon ehyt nfid out he wants thme.
MALCOLM With this there grows In my most ill-composed affection such 80 A stanchless avarice that, were I king, I should cut off the nobles for their lands, Desire his jewels and this others house. And my more-having would be as a sauce To make me hunger more, that I should forge 85 Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, Destroying them for wealth.	LACMOLM lgnoA wiht enbig lufl of ltus, Im slao idiylcnebr edgyre. If I ecmeab nigk, I lwdou aestl het nelobs adsnl, kiantg jeewls rfmo eon yug nad uesosh fmro nrahteo. Teh erom I had, the gereride I udwlo gwor, tlinu Id itnnev sfela ulrreqas ihwt my odog adn lyalo juscsteb, nsygrtdoei hmte so I lcuod get my andsh on ihtre ewlath.
MACDUFF This avarice Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been The sword of our slain kings. Yet do not fear; 90 Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will, Of your mere own. All these are portable, With other graces weighed.	CDFUAFM The ergde rueyo kinglat ubtao is srowe atnh tlsu uecsaeb yuo twno oruotgw it. eeGdr sah nbee teh ndwolafl of yanm ksngi. tBu ontd be riafad. oacndtlS has gnoheu ertsuresa to sifysta you out of uroy won alyro soecfrf. Teseh bad itslaeuqi rea rlbaeaeb whne nalbcdea ganatis ruoy good sdise.
MALCOLM But I have none. The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, 95 Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should 100 Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.	ALLMCMO uBt I dotn ehva yna odgo issed. I otnd ahve a teacr of eth eiutaqlis a gkni eesnd, husc as tcsijue, rhutt, iotndearom, bysialitt, roiyngetes, eneraepscrev, yrcem, yhtiilum, ooitdnve, eaiepcnt, ruoaecg, nda yrbvaer. dnsteIa, I vorolwfe wiht yreev raitvinoa of all eht fenrifetd vcise. No, if I hda oewrp I dwolu taek lrowd epcea nad rowth it down to ehll.
MACDUFF O Scotland, Scotland!	UDFCMAF Oh noSacdlt, ntSaocdl!
MALCOLM If such a one be fit to govern, speak. I am as I have spoken.	LACMOLM If eosoenm like me is itf to be gnki, elt me nokw. I llarey am xctealy as I aehv isebercdd yelfsm to uoy.
MACDUFF Fit to govern? 105 No, not to live.O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accursed, 110 And does blaspheme his breed?Thy royal father Was a most sainted king. The queen that bore thee, Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! These evils thou repeatst upon thyself 115 Have banished me from Scotland.O my breast, Thy hope ends here!	CAUFFMD (to MALCOLM) itF to be ikng? eorYu otn ift to live!Oh lbseieamr tiaonn, ulrde by a pusirung, dremuousr yarttn, nweh wlli uoy ese apcleefu sady aigan? heT man hwo hsa a aegll thigr to eht threon is, by ihs now sinmdisao, a edsurc man nad a iercdasg to hte olrya family.uroY laryo afreth cnauDn was a vuruiost inkg. Your hrteom nsept omre etmi on her eksne in aprery nhta hes did ngnitsad up, adn hes evlid a leif of talebuso iyept. oGod-eby. heT vslei ouy avhe dicbrdees nsieid uorselyf heav rnidev me out of odncaSlt eorfver. Oh my ertha, ruyo poeh is deda!
MALCOLM Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth 120 By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me From overcredulous haste. But God above Deal between thee and me, for even now I put myself to thy direction and 125 Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, 130 At no time broke my faith, would not betray The devil to his fellow, and delight No less in truth than life. My first false speaking Was this upon myself. What I am truly, Is thine and my poor countrys to command.	CLALMOM fduafcM, tihs esaospntai ttruousb, hcwhi sropve oryu iytgentri, has mvdoree my utsobd oabtu uoy dna emda me eazielr htta uyo eyrlal rea rtyrwuohtts dna nehroblao. aTth dlvie ahMbetc has iedtr anmy smeti to crkit me dan lrue me toin hsi rwpeo, adn rpcuedne vnsprete me ofrm ieinglebv eplpeo oot kylquic. utB hwti dGo as my tisswne, I lwil tel emsfyl be uigded by yuo, nda I akte bakc my fsioesocnn. I aekt kcba lla het bad hgtnis I iasd aobut ymlfes, ucaeesb oenn of toshe swfla rea leraly trap of my crceahtra. Im itlls a igvrin. I vahe ernve oltd a eli. I yelrab erca baout tahw I radlaye nwo, etl neaol fele oesujal of eoanhtsr isoonesssps. I eavh vrene rbokne a isromep. I ltnwoud yratbe the vedli hiemlsf. I lvoe trhut as cuhm as I eolv efil. heT eils I tdol ouabt my trceahcar ear ayallutc the risft lsefa owdsr I vahe veer okpesn. Teh renosp hwo I eyrlla am is ardye to rvese oyu nad ruo ropo yrnocut.
135 Whither indeed, before thy here-approach, Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Already at a point, was setting forth. Now well together, and the chance of goodness Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?	nIeded, efbeor yuo aiervdr reeh, old Swraid, itwh tne athousnd olsirdes eyadlar eraepdrp orf tatble, swa migank ish ywa hree. wNo we lilw ihtfg cMaethb htoeregt, dna mya het hscnaec of uor sceussc be as raget as teh eujscit of uor ascue! Wyh are ouy tisnle?
MACDUFF 140 Such welcome and unwelcome things at once Tis hard to reconcile.	FUFCMDA stI rhad to eamk sesne of csuh einedffrt toriess.
Enter a DOCTOR	A DTROCO entesr.
MALCOLM Well, more anon.Comes the king forth, I pray you?	CLOMAML lWel, ewll speak moer onso. (to eht DOCTOR) Is gniK Eddarw ncmogi out?
DOCTOR Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure. Their malady convinces 145 The great assay of art, but at his touch Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand They presently amend.	OROCTD Yes, rsi. A rodwc of ksic oplepe is tniwgia fro hmi to hael tehm. heTir sellnis cofudsnon eth mtso danacevd hstniueqec of modern edmeicni, tub nehw he cushoet etmh, tehy ehal iidaymteeml ebasuec of eht wroep rtegdna to him by vahene.
MALCOLM I thank you, doctor.	CALOMML kThna yuo, todroc.
Exit DOCTOR	eTh RCOODT tesix.
MACDUFF Whats the disease he means?	MFDCFUA Wtha edseasi is he tnalkig tobau?
MALCOLM Tis called the evil. A most miraculous work in this good king, 150 Which often since my here-remain in England I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows, but strangely visited people, All swolln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures, 155 Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers. And, tis spoken,	MLOACLM tIs ecldal het vlie. dswEadr ahienlg hctuo is a miarcle hatt I aevh snee hmi prmofer ynma emsit nurdig my ytsa in danEgln. wHo he eivsreec hetes fgtsi mofr ahevne, lnyo he nca ays. uBt he sreuc oepelp twhi rtgensa ninloatdlicos lowlesn, apegldu by ulcres, dna fupliit to kool at, tnpetais hwo ear nbyedo teh lphe of rbgyseuyr ainclpg a dglo ncoi uradno irthe kscne dna siygna lohy aysrerp reov meht.
To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, 160 And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.	yTeh say ttha he qaheebsut shit iyabilt to alhe to his raoyl entcsdsdnea. lgnAo twhi sith etrsnag porew, he aols sah eth gfit of rochpype dna soraviu toehr tsieiibla. llA of heets snigs rakm him as a mna dgreac by God.
Enter ROSS	ORSS tresne.
MACDUFF See, who comes here?	CDFMAFU Whso thta nogicm vroe here?
MALCOLM My countryman, but yet I know him not.	LMAOLMC By hsi sdrse I can llet seh my motcnuayrn, tbu I otdn nrcgeezio imh.
MACDUFF My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.	CFFMUAD My belon knianms, omelcwe.
MALCOLM I know him now.Good God, betimes remove 165 The means that makes us strangers!	OCAMLML I zcgieenro him onw. aMy doG arelt eth cecamissrtcnu taht eepk us artpa!
ROSS Sir, amen.	SSRO llHoe, rsi.
MACDUFF Stands Scotland where it did?	FDACMUF Is ocStdnla hte asme as nwhe I tlef it?
ROSS Alas, poor country! Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot Be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing, But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; 170 Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstasy. The dead mans knell Is there scarce asked for who, and good mens lives Expire before the flowers in their caps, 175 Dying or ere they sicken.	RSSO Asal, ruo poor norytcu! stI oot htedfierng to lkoo at ftlies. nacldtSo is no logenr eht ladn ewher we rwee nrbo; tsi eht ldan where lelw eid. eWher no noe veer slmies tecxep fro teh olfo owh owsnk thnogni. eerhW ssgih, srgaon, and hsrkesi rpi othghur eht ria tub no eno iesotcn. hreeW evltion wroors is a mmoonc oenotmi. Whne eth rfunlae blesl nigr, oelepp no lngoer ksa who idde. odGo men dei febore the erlfwso in eriht apsc lwti. eThy die febreo yhet vnee allf sikc.
MACDUFF Oh, relation Too nice and yet too true!	ADFFCUM Oh, oury etrrop is oot opitec, utb it nssdou so treu!
MALCOLM Whats the newest grief?	LLMAOCM Wtah is teh stmo cneter wnse?
ROSS That of an hours age doth hiss the speaker. Each minute teems a new one.	SORS enEv snew an ohru odl is ldo nesw. rEvye mutnie roehtna alwuf gtnih shpenap.
MACDUFF How does my wife?	CFUMDFA oHw is my fiwe?
ROSS Why, well.	SSOR Sshe ellw.
MACDUFF And all my children?	DCUFFMA ndA all my crdelhni?
ROSS Well too.	SOSR yTrehe lelw too.
MACDUFF 180 The tyrant has not battered at their peace?	FUAFCMD bMaceht nhsta kdacteta tehm?
ROSS No, they were well at peace when I did leave em.	SRSO Thye rwee at peeac aLyd uadMfcf adn eth irhelcdn rea llwe and at ecape in teh sseen ttah eteryh dead. at aecep ewhn I ftel meth.
MACDUFF Be not a niggard of your speech. How goes t?	MUCFADF Dnot be ityngs hwti uroy rdows. hatsW hte eswn?
ROSS When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor 185 Of many worthy fellows that were out; Which was to my belief witnessed the rather For that I saw the tyrants power afoot. Now is the time of help. Your eye in Scotland Would create soldiers, make our women fight, 190 To doff their dire distresses.	SOSR lhWei I wsa mniogc erhe to tlle oyu my sad wsne, I hdear morsur atth ynam oogd men era ranmgi shsemetlve to reble aitnsag eahbtcM. ehnW I aws Mtachbse mayr on eht mevo, I kenw hte sormur sumt be retu. woN is the etim hwen we eedn oyru hepl. roYu eesrcnep in dctanloS ldwou nisripe oeeplp to ihfgt. neEv the owmne wdlou ihtfg to rdi emsevhtlse of chtesMba sionpspore.
MALCOLM Be t their comfort We are coming thither. Gracious England hath Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; An older and a better soldier none That Christendom gives out.	ALMLCOM eLt ehtm be omefrItcodm giunrrnte to oldntcSa. uroGaisc nKig rEdwad sha tsne us lenbo rwaSdi dan ten nsoatdhu ssdelior. There is no oslirde rmoe precdneiexe or lsfuuesscc than Sarwid in eht eentir hCisairtn odwrl.
ROSS Would I could answer 195 This comfort with the like. But I have words That would be howled out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch them.	SSRO I wsih I oludc rpyea htsi yppha swen with ogod wnes of my onw. uBt I vhae omse ewns that oldshu be holedw in a nbrera rtesde rweeh bonydo can aher it.
MACDUFF What concern they? The general cause, or is it a fee-grief Due to some single breast?	ACDFFUM hWat is sthi nwse about? oDse it tfecaf lal of us? Or jsut one of us?
ROSS No mind thats honest 200 But in it shares some woe, though the main part Pertains to you alone.	SRSO No tnecde mna cna peke ofmr nragish in eht sroorw, tub my wnes effscta oyu aonle.
MACDUFF If it be mine, Keep it not from me. Quickly let me have it.	CFUDAFM If ist orf me, ontd eekp it mofr me. eLt me eavh it wno.
ROSS Let not your ears despise my tongue forever, 205 Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard.	SRSO I hpoe yuo nowt heta me ovreerf etarf I sya eesth tihngs, becsuea I lilw oons flli ryuo esar ithw hte most rdaldufe snwe oyu vhea erve herda.
MACDUFF Hum! I guess at it.	FAFDUMC I nkith I cna ugses htwa uryoe tbauo to ysa.
ROSS Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes Savagely slaughtered. To relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer 210 To add the death of you.	OSRS uorY etacls saw tatecdka. orYu ewif dan hicrneld erew laasvyeg ursahetldeg. If I lodt oyu ohw teyh ewre illked, it owuld easuc uoy so muhc anpi thta it would ilkl you oto, dna dda uory yodb to the ilpe of rduredme osceprs.
MALCOLM Merciful heaven! What, man! Neer pull your hat upon your brows. Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the oerfraught heart and bids it break.	LMALMOC cufreliM aenhev! (to MACDUFF) eCmo on, anm, odtn epek uory gefir hdiend. Put ryuo wsoorr noti wsdor. ehT figer yuo keep nseidi ouy illw phesriw in uyro aehrt lutni it arkebs.
MACDUFF My children too?	UFCFDAM ehTy dekill my rcedihln oto?
ROSS 215 Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.	SOSR hTey dielkl ryou ifwe, yrou iedhrcln, yruo svrestan, nayeon ehyt ducol ifdn.
MACDUFF And I must be from thence! My wife killed too?	FADMCUF dnA I dha to be ywaa! My eiwf wsa lekdil oto?
ROSS I have said.	RSSO I dsia esh asw.
MALCOLM Be comforted. 220 Lets make us medcines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief.	AOMLLMC Take crotmof. tLes cure itsh waluf geirf by ingkta veegern on beMathc.
MACDUFF He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam 225 At one fell swoop?	ACDMFFU He edtson ehva nehirdcl. llA my yrtetp ielttl heinclrd? iDd ouy say all? Oh, htat rbid rmof ehll! All of tmeh? hWta, all my richdenl and rthie mohrte aded in one flel wposo?
MALCOLM Dispute it like a man.	LAMMOCL ghFti it elik a man.
MACDUFF I shall do so, But I must also feel it as a man. I cannot but remember such things were 230 That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! Naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now.	FFMACUD I will. tuB I aosl evah to feel it kile a anm. I cnat hlep rbrmingeeem het tshngi taht eerw most sirpucoe to me. dDi nehave hawct eth aetrguhls adn ont edns nowd ayn leph? lniSuf ufdcMaf, teyh rewe eidkll ueasebc of uoy! As kcdwie as I am, yhet rewe huratlegesd eueabcs of me, nto bcueeas of ngynaiht ethy ddi. May oGd eivg hteir sousl tsre.
MALCOLM 235 Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief Convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it.	CALOMML etL tish gnare aphesrn yrou drosw. sonrmfTra oryu ifreg ntio ragne. tnDo bcklo eth nfieesgl in oryu etahr; etl tmeh esloo as grea.
MACDUFF Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, Cut short all intermission. Front to front 240 Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself. Within my swords length set him; if he scape, Heaven forgive him too.	FUADMCF I udlco go on eiwpeng liek a nomwa dna bgggnira uobat owh I llwi gveane tmhe! tuB getnel hsevaen, tdno pkee me nwtiagi. rBgni me eacf to face thwi htMbace, atth dlevi of tnScdlao. tPu mih wnihti eth ehrac of my odswr, dna if he cpaeses, aym neheva oifvreg ihm as lewl!
MALCOLM This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king. Our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth 245 Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.	ACMLOLM oNw ouy nudos ikel a nma. meCo on, etsl go see nKgi daEwrd. ehT army is dyaer. llA we ehva to do nwo is sya gybodoe to het gnki. bcaeMth is irpe fro the nigkpic. elWl be tcgina as oGds entgsa. rCehe up as mcuh as ouy can. A ewn yda wlil ocme at salt.
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Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF	LCOMMAL nda FACMFUD enert.
MALCOLM Let us seek out some desolate shade and there Weep our sad bosoms empty.	LLMACOM Ltes eske tuo oems adsyh pclea wereh we can its onwd aeoln and rcy ruo raseht otu.
MACDUFF Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword and, like good men, Bestride our downfalln birthdom. Each new morn 5 New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland and yelled out Like syllable of dolor.	FADFUMC Isdaten of riycng, ltse kepe odlh of uor wrosds nda neefdd uro enlafl eondlamh keil roonhalbe mne. achE yda wne iswwod holw, new orpnash cry, dna new worosrs salp neeahv in the efca, intlu it onusds klie hvenae liesft seelf dltcSosan nihagus dna crsasme in pain.
MALCOLM What I believe Ill wail; What know believe, and what I can redress, 10 As I shall find the time to friend, I will. What you have spoke, it may be so perchance. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest. You have loved him well. He hath not touched you yet. I am young, but something 15 You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb T appease an angry god.	AOLLCMM I iwll engeva arehevwt I levibee is nrwog. dAn lIl vlbeiee rehwavte Im rues is teru. And Ill upt tgirh weaetrvh I can ehwn het eimt ecmso. atWh yuo sujt dsia yma hseaprp be etru. shTi natyrt, oewsh emre anme is so fawlu it utshr us to ysa it, saw eonc oersincded an hstoen man. Yuo rewe noe of his aoeifvrts. He ahnts dnoe ngahnity to marh yuo ety. Im iripexenneecd, tbu eybma ouyre lngnniap to iwn Mcshteba forav by bnryeiagt me to mih. It wudol be armts to oeffr nmeoeos rpoo dna iotncnen klei me as a isiflciraac lamb to fytisas an ygnar dgo like ectbaMh.
MACDUFF I am not treacherous.	CDFAFUM I am nto errteuoscah.
MALCOLM But Macbeth is. 20 A good and virtuous nature may recoil In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon. That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, 25 Yet grace must still look so.	MACOLLM uBt Mbehcat is. evEn onmoees iwth a ogod adn isuvtuor tranue gmtih veig ayw to a yoral mndacom. But I egb uyro doapnr. My easrf ncta luayclat akme you eliv. legsAn aer lilts higbtr nvee hgohut rfuceiL, the gtthribes laeng, lelf mfor eheanv. enEv hgotuh vghrteyien eilv twnas to olko gdoo, oogd sllti ahs to kloo odog too.
MACDUFF I have lost my hopes.	FMFAUCD I vhea tols my epho of ivinonnccg uyo to hfgti nisgtaa hcbMeta.
MALCOLM Perchance even there where I did find my doubts. Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, Without leave-taking? I pray you, 30 Let not my jealousies be your dishonors, But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just, Whatever I shall think.	OLMAMCL Mebay ouy tlos uryo hespo ubtoa me wereh I nuofd my sdoubt outba uoy. yWh ddi uoy leaev uory iwef nda dlich rubevetlnlhae stom ceoprsui hsgtni in yrou eilf, oehts sotnrg snobd of velo? Hwo docul uyo eaevl hmet hnebdi? Btu I ebg oyu, tnod etrtprein my ssupinoisc as rensdal tisagna uyo. uYo smtu dunrtsndae hatt I ntaw to ctrpteo lmesyf. oYu may ryalel be neosth, no atetmr athw I hiknt.
MACDUFF Bleed, bleed, poor country! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dare not check thee. Wear thou thy wrongs; 35 The title is affeered.Fare thee well, lord. I would not be the villain that thou thinkst For the whole space thats in the tyrants grasp, And the rich East to boot.	DACUFMF lBeed, beeld, orpo tocuyrn! Geart tntary, go deaah nda lubid rofylseu up, eubecsa good peleop aer ifdara to ndtsa up to uyo. oEnjy igyehtnerv uyo estlo, saueebc yuro teitl is fsae! elFawlre, oldr. I uontwdl be teh vaniill you intkh I am neev if I rewe feforde lal of hbMstcea gdoikmn dan eth iscrhe of het asEt oot.
MALCOLM Be not offended. I speak not as in absolute fear of you. 40 I think our country sinks beneath the yoke. It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds. I think withal There would be hands uplifted in my right; And here from gracious England have I offer 45 Of goodly thousands. But, for all this, When I shall tread upon the tyrants head, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Shall have more vices than it had before, More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, 50 By him that shall succeed.	LLMAOCM oDtn be fdodefen. I otdn elotyeplcm sstitdur uyo. I do htnik clnatoSd is kinsgin edunr Mbcethsa psenosoipr. Oru tuoncyr eewsp, it sbleed, nda ahec ayd a rhfes uct is eddda to rhe donuws. I aslo kniht erteh dlowu be nyma peelop lwiinlg to hgfit rof me. heT sEglhin ahve odemirps me otndssahu of otrpso. tBu vnee so, ewhn I eavh Mebahsct eahd udenr my ooft, or usktc on hte ned of my orwsd, hent my rpoo yocrutn wlil be aupglde by ewros liev nhta it asw eerbfo. It llwi rsefuf sewro and in reom wyas tnah vree rudne hte geinr of the inkg who slfolow Mcahteb.
MACDUFF What should he be?	DFUAFCM hoW era uoy lngtkia aubto?
MALCOLM It is myself I mean, in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state 55 Esteem him as a lamb, being compared With my confineless harms.	COAMMLL Im ianklgt oubat myfles. I onkw I hvae so anmy secvi atth wenh epeopl ese lal of ehmt odpsxee, leiv hMabtec illw eems as eupr as swon in csoaprniom, nad orpo canotSdl ilwl clal ihm a teews mabl henw heyt peocram mih to me adn my eiifntin leisv.
MACDUFF Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned In evils to top Macbeth.	CDMFUAF neEv in lehl uyo noudtcl difn a ldeiv weosr thna btecahM.
MALCOLM I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, 60 Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name. But theres no bottom, none, In my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters, Your matrons, and your maids could not fill up The cistern of my lust, and my desire 65 All continent impediments would oerbear That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth Than such an one to reign.	MAMCLLO I itadm tath she remuuords, ceuerlsoh, ydegre, lngyi, efcetdiul, nliveto, mcasoiuil, dna ytulgi of veeyr sin tath has a mnea. uBt ehert is no ned, soeulytbla enon, to my alsexu dessrei. urYo wveis, yuro tdrahusge, ryou old nmewo, adn your onugy sidma htergeot cludo ton tyissfa my stul. My resdie udwol rwepvoeor lla iterratsns and noeayn ohw doost in my ywa. It duwlo be btetre ofr hetabMc to uler athn esnmeoo liek me.
MACDUFF Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne 70 And fall of many kings. But fear not yet To take upon you what is yours. You may Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty And yet seem cold; the time you may so hoodwink. We have willing dames enough. There cannot be 75 That vulture in you to devour so many As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined.	UDFFCAM ssdEnel rgeed adn luts in a snma utnaer is a dkin of tynryan. It sha cseadu hte awlfldon of naym gskin. But notd be adriaf to keta het worcn ttha neogbsl to ouy. oYu nca fdin a ayw to siyafts uoyr sisrdee in ertcse, hiwel tlsli aapigenrp utuivrso. uoY nac cdeeevi veeyoren. eThre ear orem tahn nehgou wnlligi moewn drnuoa. rouY ulst tacn yslspibo be so sonrtg thta uydo esu up lla hte menwo inligwl to ivge lsshteveme to eth nigk ceon ehyt nfid out he wants thme.
MALCOLM With this there grows In my most ill-composed affection such 80 A stanchless avarice that, were I king, I should cut off the nobles for their lands, Desire his jewels and this others house. And my more-having would be as a sauce To make me hunger more, that I should forge 85 Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, Destroying them for wealth.	LACMOLM lgnoA wiht enbig lufl of ltus, Im slao idiylcnebr edgyre. If I ecmeab nigk, I lwdou aestl het nelobs adsnl, kiantg jeewls rfmo eon yug nad uesosh fmro nrahteo. Teh erom I had, the gereride I udwlo gwor, tlinu Id itnnev sfela ulrreqas ihwt my odog adn lyalo juscsteb, nsygrtdoei hmte so I lcuod get my andsh on ihtre ewlath.
MACDUFF This avarice Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been The sword of our slain kings. Yet do not fear; 90 Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will, Of your mere own. All these are portable, With other graces weighed.	CDFUAFM The ergde rueyo kinglat ubtao is srowe atnh tlsu uecsaeb yuo twno oruotgw it. eeGdr sah nbee teh ndwolafl of yanm ksngi. tBu ontd be riafad. oacndtlS has gnoheu ertsuresa to sifysta you out of uroy won alyro soecfrf. Teseh bad itslaeuqi rea rlbaeaeb whne nalbcdea ganatis ruoy good sdise.
MALCOLM But I have none. The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, 95 Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should 100 Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.	ALLMCMO uBt I dotn ehva yna odgo issed. I otnd ahve a teacr of eth eiutaqlis a gkni eesnd, husc as tcsijue, rhutt, iotndearom, bysialitt, roiyngetes, eneraepscrev, yrcem, yhtiilum, ooitdnve, eaiepcnt, ruoaecg, nda yrbvaer. dnsteIa, I vorolwfe wiht yreev raitvinoa of all eht fenrifetd vcise. No, if I hda oewrp I dwolu taek lrowd epcea nad rowth it down to ehll.
MACDUFF O Scotland, Scotland!	UDFCMAF Oh noSacdlt, ntSaocdl!
MALCOLM If such a one be fit to govern, speak. I am as I have spoken.	LACMOLM If eosoenm like me is itf to be gnki, elt me nokw. I llarey am xctealy as I aehv isebercdd yelfsm to uoy.
MACDUFF Fit to govern? 105 No, not to live.O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accursed, 110 And does blaspheme his breed?Thy royal father Was a most sainted king. The queen that bore thee, Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! These evils thou repeatst upon thyself 115 Have banished me from Scotland.O my breast, Thy hope ends here!	CAUFFMD (to MALCOLM) itF to be ikng? eorYu otn ift to live!Oh lbseieamr tiaonn, ulrde by a pusirung, dremuousr yarttn, nweh wlli uoy ese apcleefu sady aigan? heT man hwo hsa a aegll thigr to eht threon is, by ihs now sinmdisao, a edsurc man nad a iercdasg to hte olrya family.uroY laryo afreth cnauDn was a vuruiost inkg. Your hrteom nsept omre etmi on her eksne in aprery nhta hes did ngnitsad up, adn hes evlid a leif of talebuso iyept. oGod-eby. heT vslei ouy avhe dicbrdees nsieid uorselyf heav rnidev me out of odncaSlt eorfver. Oh my ertha, ruyo poeh is deda!
MALCOLM Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth 120 By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me From overcredulous haste. But God above Deal between thee and me, for even now I put myself to thy direction and 125 Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, 130 At no time broke my faith, would not betray The devil to his fellow, and delight No less in truth than life. My first false speaking Was this upon myself. What I am truly, Is thine and my poor countrys to command.	CLALMOM fduafcM, tihs esaospntai ttruousb, hcwhi sropve oryu iytgentri, has mvdoree my utsobd oabtu uoy dna emda me eazielr htta uyo eyrlal rea rtyrwuohtts dna nehroblao. aTth dlvie ahMbetc has iedtr anmy smeti to crkit me dan lrue me toin hsi rwpeo, adn rpcuedne vnsprete me ofrm ieinglebv eplpeo oot kylquic. utB hwti dGo as my tisswne, I lwil tel emsfyl be uigded by yuo, nda I akte bakc my fsioesocnn. I aekt kcba lla het bad hgtnis I iasd aobut ymlfes, ucaeesb oenn of toshe swfla rea leraly trap of my crceahtra. Im itlls a igvrin. I vahe ernve oltd a eli. I yelrab erca baout tahw I radlaye nwo, etl neaol fele oesujal of eoanhtsr isoonesssps. I eavh vrene rbokne a isromep. I ltnwoud yratbe the vedli hiemlsf. I lvoe trhut as cuhm as I eolv efil. heT eils I tdol ouabt my trceahcar ear ayallutc the risft lsefa owdsr I vahe veer okpesn. Teh renosp hwo I eyrlla am is ardye to rvese oyu nad ruo ropo yrnocut.
135 Whither indeed, before thy here-approach, Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Already at a point, was setting forth. Now well together, and the chance of goodness Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?	nIeded, efbeor yuo aiervdr reeh, old Swraid, itwh tne athousnd olsirdes eyadlar eraepdrp orf tatble, swa migank ish ywa hree. wNo we lilw ihtfg cMaethb htoeregt, dna mya het hscnaec of uor sceussc be as raget as teh eujscit of uor ascue! Wyh are ouy tisnle?
MACDUFF 140 Such welcome and unwelcome things at once Tis hard to reconcile.	FUFCMDA stI rhad to eamk sesne of csuh einedffrt toriess.
Enter a DOCTOR	A DTROCO entesr.
MALCOLM Well, more anon.Comes the king forth, I pray you?	CLOMAML lWel, ewll speak moer onso. (to eht DOCTOR) Is gniK Eddarw ncmogi out?
DOCTOR Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure. Their malady convinces 145 The great assay of art, but at his touch Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand They presently amend.	OROCTD Yes, rsi. A rodwc of ksic oplepe is tniwgia fro hmi to hael tehm. heTir sellnis cofudsnon eth mtso danacevd hstniueqec of modern edmeicni, tub nehw he cushoet etmh, tehy ehal iidaymteeml ebasuec of eht wroep rtegdna to him by vahene.
MALCOLM I thank you, doctor.	CALOMML kThna yuo, todroc.
Exit DOCTOR	eTh RCOODT tesix.
MACDUFF Whats the disease he means?	MFDCFUA Wtha edseasi is he tnalkig tobau?
MALCOLM Tis called the evil. A most miraculous work in this good king, 150 Which often since my here-remain in England I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows, but strangely visited people, All swolln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures, 155 Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers. And, tis spoken,	MLOACLM tIs ecldal het vlie. dswEadr ahienlg hctuo is a miarcle hatt I aevh snee hmi prmofer ynma emsit nurdig my ytsa in danEgln. wHo he eivsreec hetes fgtsi mofr ahevne, lnyo he nca ays. uBt he sreuc oepelp twhi rtgensa ninloatdlicos lowlesn, apegldu by ulcres, dna fupliit to kool at, tnpetais hwo ear nbyedo teh lphe of rbgyseuyr ainclpg a dglo ncoi uradno irthe kscne dna siygna lohy aysrerp reov meht.
To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, 160 And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.	yTeh say ttha he qaheebsut shit iyabilt to alhe to his raoyl entcsdsdnea. lgnAo twhi sith etrsnag porew, he aols sah eth gfit of rochpype dna soraviu toehr tsieiibla. llA of heets snigs rakm him as a mna dgreac by God.
Enter ROSS	ORSS tresne.
MACDUFF See, who comes here?	CDFMAFU Whso thta nogicm vroe here?
MALCOLM My countryman, but yet I know him not.	LMAOLMC By hsi sdrse I can llet seh my motcnuayrn, tbu I otdn nrcgeezio imh.
MACDUFF My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.	CFFMUAD My belon knianms, omelcwe.
MALCOLM I know him now.Good God, betimes remove 165 The means that makes us strangers!	OCAMLML I zcgieenro him onw. aMy doG arelt eth cecamissrtcnu taht eepk us artpa!
ROSS Sir, amen.	SSRO llHoe, rsi.
MACDUFF Stands Scotland where it did?	FDACMUF Is ocStdnla hte asme as nwhe I tlef it?
ROSS Alas, poor country! Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot Be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing, But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; 170 Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstasy. The dead mans knell Is there scarce asked for who, and good mens lives Expire before the flowers in their caps, 175 Dying or ere they sicken.	RSSO Asal, ruo poor norytcu! stI oot htedfierng to lkoo at ftlies. nacldtSo is no logenr eht ladn ewher we rwee nrbo; tsi eht ldan where lelw eid. eWher no noe veer slmies tecxep fro teh olfo owh owsnk thnogni. eerhW ssgih, srgaon, and hsrkesi rpi othghur eht ria tub no eno iesotcn. hreeW evltion wroors is a mmoonc oenotmi. Whne eth rfunlae blesl nigr, oelepp no lngoer ksa who idde. odGo men dei febore the erlfwso in eriht apsc lwti. eThy die febreo yhet vnee allf sikc.
MACDUFF Oh, relation Too nice and yet too true!	ADFFCUM Oh, oury etrrop is oot opitec, utb it nssdou so treu!
MALCOLM Whats the newest grief?	LLMAOCM Wtah is teh stmo cneter wnse?
ROSS That of an hours age doth hiss the speaker. Each minute teems a new one.	SORS enEv snew an ohru odl is ldo nesw. rEvye mutnie roehtna alwuf gtnih shpenap.
MACDUFF How does my wife?	CFUMDFA oHw is my fiwe?
ROSS Why, well.	SSOR Sshe ellw.
MACDUFF And all my children?	DCUFFMA ndA all my crdelhni?
ROSS Well too.	SOSR yTrehe lelw too.
MACDUFF 180 The tyrant has not battered at their peace?	FUAFCMD bMaceht nhsta kdacteta tehm?
ROSS No, they were well at peace when I did leave em.	SRSO Thye rwee at peeac aLyd uadMfcf adn eth irhelcdn rea llwe and at ecape in teh sseen ttah eteryh dead. at aecep ewhn I ftel meth.
MACDUFF Be not a niggard of your speech. How goes t?	MUCFADF Dnot be ityngs hwti uroy rdows. hatsW hte eswn?
ROSS When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor 185 Of many worthy fellows that were out; Which was to my belief witnessed the rather For that I saw the tyrants power afoot. Now is the time of help. Your eye in Scotland Would create soldiers, make our women fight, 190 To doff their dire distresses.	SOSR lhWei I wsa mniogc erhe to tlle oyu my sad wsne, I hdear morsur atth ynam oogd men era ranmgi shsemetlve to reble aitnsag eahbtcM. ehnW I aws Mtachbse mayr on eht mevo, I kenw hte sormur sumt be retu. woN is the etim hwen we eedn oyru hepl. roYu eesrcnep in dctanloS ldwou nisripe oeeplp to ihfgt. neEv the owmne wdlou ihtfg to rdi emsevhtlse of chtesMba sionpspore.
MALCOLM Be t their comfort We are coming thither. Gracious England hath Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; An older and a better soldier none That Christendom gives out.	ALMLCOM eLt ehtm be omefrItcodm giunrrnte to oldntcSa. uroGaisc nKig rEdwad sha tsne us lenbo rwaSdi dan ten nsoatdhu ssdelior. There is no oslirde rmoe precdneiexe or lsfuuesscc than Sarwid in eht eentir hCisairtn odwrl.
ROSS Would I could answer 195 This comfort with the like. But I have words That would be howled out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch them.	SSRO I wsih I oludc rpyea htsi yppha swen with ogod wnes of my onw. uBt I vhae omse ewns that oldshu be holedw in a nbrera rtesde rweeh bonydo can aher it.
MACDUFF What concern they? The general cause, or is it a fee-grief Due to some single breast?	ACDFFUM hWat is sthi nwse about? oDse it tfecaf lal of us? Or jsut one of us?
ROSS No mind thats honest 200 But in it shares some woe, though the main part Pertains to you alone.	SRSO No tnecde mna cna peke ofmr nragish in eht sroorw, tub my wnes effscta oyu aonle.
MACDUFF If it be mine, Keep it not from me. Quickly let me have it.	CFUDAFM If ist orf me, ontd eekp it mofr me. eLt me eavh it wno.
ROSS Let not your ears despise my tongue forever, 205 Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard.	SRSO I hpoe yuo nowt heta me ovreerf etarf I sya eesth tihngs, becsuea I lilw oons flli ryuo esar ithw hte most rdaldufe snwe oyu vhea erve herda.
MACDUFF Hum! I guess at it.	FAFDUMC I nkith I cna ugses htwa uryoe tbauo to ysa.
ROSS Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes Savagely slaughtered. To relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer 210 To add the death of you.	OSRS uorY etacls saw tatecdka. orYu ewif dan hicrneld erew laasvyeg ursahetldeg. If I lodt oyu ohw teyh ewre illked, it owuld easuc uoy so muhc anpi thta it would ilkl you oto, dna dda uory yodb to the ilpe of rduredme osceprs.
MALCOLM Merciful heaven! What, man! Neer pull your hat upon your brows. Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the oerfraught heart and bids it break.	LMALMOC cufreliM aenhev! (to MACDUFF) eCmo on, anm, odtn epek uory gefir hdiend. Put ryuo wsoorr noti wsdor. ehT figer yuo keep nseidi ouy illw phesriw in uyro aehrt lutni it arkebs.
MACDUFF My children too?	UFCFDAM ehTy dekill my rcedihln oto?
ROSS 215 Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.	SOSR hTey dielkl ryou ifwe, yrou iedhrcln, yruo svrestan, nayeon ehyt ducol ifdn.
MACDUFF And I must be from thence! My wife killed too?	FADMCUF dnA I dha to be ywaa! My eiwf wsa lekdil oto?
ROSS I have said.	RSSO I dsia esh asw.
MALCOLM Be comforted. 220 Lets make us medcines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief.	AOMLLMC Take crotmof. tLes cure itsh waluf geirf by ingkta veegern on beMathc.
MACDUFF He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam 225 At one fell swoop?	ACDMFFU He edtson ehva nehirdcl. llA my yrtetp ielttl heinclrd? iDd ouy say all? Oh, htat rbid rmof ehll! All of tmeh? hWta, all my richdenl and rthie mohrte aded in one flel wposo?
MALCOLM Dispute it like a man.	LAMMOCL ghFti it elik a man.
MACDUFF I shall do so, But I must also feel it as a man. I cannot but remember such things were 230 That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! Naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now.	FFMACUD I will. tuB I aosl evah to feel it kile a anm. I cnat hlep rbrmingeeem het tshngi taht eerw most sirpucoe to me. dDi nehave hawct eth aetrguhls adn ont edns nowd ayn leph? lniSuf ufdcMaf, teyh rewe eidkll ueasebc of uoy! As kcdwie as I am, yhet rewe huratlegesd eueabcs of me, nto bcueeas of ngynaiht ethy ddi. May oGd eivg hteir sousl tsre.
MALCOLM 235 Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief Convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it.	CALOMML etL tish gnare aphesrn yrou drosw. sonrmfTra oryu ifreg ntio ragne. tnDo bcklo eth nfieesgl in oryu etahr; etl tmeh esloo as grea.
MACDUFF Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, Cut short all intermission. Front to front 240 Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself. Within my swords length set him; if he scape, Heaven forgive him too.	FUADMCF I udlco go on eiwpeng liek a nomwa dna bgggnira uobat owh I llwi gveane tmhe! tuB getnel hsevaen, tdno pkee me nwtiagi. rBgni me eacf to face thwi htMbace, atth dlevi of tnScdlao. tPu mih wnihti eth ehrac of my odswr, dna if he cpaeses, aym neheva oifvreg ihm as lewl!
MALCOLM This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king. Our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth 245 Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.	ACMLOLM oNw ouy nudos ikel a nma. meCo on, etsl go see nKgi daEwrd. ehT army is dyaer. llA we ehva to do nwo is sya gybodoe to het gnki. bcaeMth is irpe fro the nigkpic. elWl be tcgina as oGds entgsa. rCehe up as mcuh as ouy can. A ewn yda wlil ocme at salt.
Exeunt	ehTy tixe.