Act 4, Scene 3

England. Before the King's Palace.

  1. [Enter Malcolm and Macduff.]
  2. Malcolm
  3. 1679 Let us seek out some desolate shade and there
  4. 1680 Weep our sad bosoms empty.
  5. Macduff
  6. 1681 Let us rather
  7. 1682 Hold fast the mortal sword, and, like good men,
  8. 1683 Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn
  9. 1684 New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows
  10. 1685 Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
  11. 1686 As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
  12. 1687 Like syllable of dolour.
  13. Malcolm
  14. 1688 What I believe, I'll wail;
  15. 1689 What know, believe; and what I can redress,
  16. 1690 As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
  17. 1691 What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.
  18. 1692 This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
  19. 1693 Was once thought honest: you have loved him well;
  20. 1694 He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but something
  21. 1695 You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom
  22. 1696 To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb
  23. 1697 To appease an angry god.
  24. Macduff
  25. 1698 I am not treacherous.
  26. Malcolm
  27. 1699 But Macbeth is.
  28. 1700 A good and virtuous nature may recoil
  29. 1701 In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon;
  30. 1702 That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;
  31. 1703 Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell:
  32. 1704 Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
  33. 1705 Yet grace must still look so.
  34. Macduff
  35. 1706 I have lost my hopes.
  36. Malcolm
  37. 1707 Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
  38. 1708 Why in that rawness left you wife and child,—
  39. 1709 Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,—
  40. 1710 Without leave-taking?—I pray you,
  41. 1711 Let not my jealousies be your dishonors,
  42. 1712 But mine own safeties:—you may be rightly just,
  43. 1713 Whatever I shall think.
  44. Macduff
  45. 1714 Bleed, bleed, poor country!
  46. 1715 Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
  47. 1716 For goodness dare not check thee! wear thou thy wrongs,
  48. 1717 The title is affeer'd.—Fare thee well, lord:
  49. 1718 I would not be the villain that thou think'st
  50. 1719 For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp
  51. 1720 And the rich East to boot.
  52. Malcolm
  53. 1721 Be not offended:
  54. 1722 I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
  55. 1723 I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
  56. 1724 It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
  57. 1725 Is added to her wounds. I think, withal,
  58. 1726 There would be hands uplifted in my right;
  59. 1727 And here, from gracious England, have I offer
  60. 1728 Of goodly thousands: but, for all this,
  61. 1729 When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
  62. 1730 Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
  63. 1731 Shall have more vices than it had before;
  64. 1732 More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
  65. 1733 By him that shall succeed.
  66. Macduff
  67. 1734 What should he be?
  68. Malcolm
  69. 1735 It is myself I mean: in whom I know
  70. 1736 All the particulars of vice so grafted
  71. 1737 That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth
  72. 1738 Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state
  73. 1739 Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd
  74. 1740 With my confineless harms.
  75. Macduff
  76. 1741 Not in the legions
  77. 1742 Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
  78. 1743 In evils to top Macbeth.
  79. Malcolm
  80. 1744 I grant him bloody,
  81. 1745 Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
  82. 1746 Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
  83. 1747 That has a name: but there's no bottom, none,
  84. 1748 In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,
  85. 1749 Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up
  86. 1750 The cistern of my lust; and my desire
  87. 1751 All continent impediments would o'erbear,
  88. 1752 That did oppose my will: better Macbeth
  89. 1753 Than such an one to reign.
  90. Macduff
  91. 1754 Boundless intemperance
  92. 1755 In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
  93. 1756 The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
  94. 1757 And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
  95. 1758 To take upon you what is yours: you may
  96. 1759 Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
  97. 1760 And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.
  98. 1761 We have willing dames enough; there cannot be
  99. 1762 That vulture in you, to devour so many
  100. 1763 As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
  101. 1764 Finding it so inclin'd.
  102. Malcolm
  103. 1765 With this there grows,
  104. 1766 In my most ill-compos'd affection, such
  105. 1767 A stanchless avarice, that, were I king,
  106. 1768 I should cut off the nobles for their lands;
  107. 1769 Desire his jewels, and this other's house:
  108. 1770 And my more-having would be as a sauce
  109. 1771 To make me hunger more; that I should forge
  110. 1772 Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
  111. 1773 Destroying them for wealth.
  112. Macduff
  113. 1774 This avarice
  114. 1775 Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root
  115. 1776 Than summer-seeming lust; and it hath been
  116. 1777 The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;
  117. 1778 Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will,
  118. 1779 Of your mere own: all these are portable,
  119. 1780 With other graces weigh'd.
  120. Malcolm
  121. 1781 But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
  122. 1782 As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
  123. 1783 Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
  124. 1784 Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
  125. 1785 I have no relish of them; but abound
  126. 1786 In the division of each several crime,
  127. 1787 Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
  128. 1788 Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
  129. 1789 Uproar the universal peace, confound
  130. 1790 All unity on earth.
  131. Macduff
  132. 1791 O Scotland, Scotland!
  133. Malcolm
  134. 1792 If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
  135. 1793 I am as I have spoken.
  136. Macduff
  137. 1794 Fit to govern!
  138. 1795 No, not to live!—O nation miserable,
  139. 1796 With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
  140. 1797 When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
  141. 1798 Since that the truest issue of thy throne
  142. 1799 By his own interdiction stands accurs'd
  143. 1800 And does blaspheme his breed?—Thy royal father
  144. 1801 Was a most sainted king; the queen that bore thee,
  145. 1802 Oftener upon her knees than on her feet,
  146. 1803 Died every day she lived. Fare-thee-well!
  147. 1804 These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
  148. 1805 Have banish'd me from Scotland.—O my breast,
  149. 1806 Thy hope ends here!
  150. Malcolm
  151. 1807 Macduff, this noble passion,
  152. 1808 Child of integrity, hath from my soul
  153. 1809 Wiped the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts
  154. 1810 To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth
  155. 1811 By many of these trains hath sought to win me
  156. 1812 Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me
  157. 1813 From over-credulous haste: but God above
  158. 1814 Deal between thee and me! for even now
  159. 1815 I put myself to thy direction, and
  160. 1816 Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure
  161. 1817 The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
  162. 1818 For strangers to my nature. I am yet
  163. 1819 Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;
  164. 1820 Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;
  165. 1821 At no time broke my faith; would not betray
  166. 1822 The devil to his fellow; and delight
  167. 1823 No less in truth than life: my first false speaking
  168. 1824 Was this upon myself:—what I am truly,
  169. 1825 Is thine and my poor country's to command:
  170. 1826 Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,
  171. 1827 Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men
  172. 1828 Already at a point, was setting forth:
  173. 1829 Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness
  174. 1830 Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?
  175. Macduff
  176. 1831 Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
  177. 1832 'Tis hard to reconcile.
  178. [Enter a Doctor.]
  179. Malcolm
  180. 1833 Well; more anon.—Comes the king forth, I pray you?
  181. Doctor
  182. 1834 Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls
  183. 1835 That stay his cure: their malady convinces
  184. 1836 The great assay of art; but, at his touch,
  185. 1837 Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand,
  186. 1838 They presently amend.
  187. Malcolm
  188. 1839 I thank you, doctor.
  189. [Exit Doctor.]
  190. Macduff
  191. 1840 What's the disease he means?
  192. Malcolm
  193. 1841 'Tis call'd the evil:
  194. 1842 A most miraculous work in this good king;
  195. 1843 Which often, since my here-remain in England,
  196. 1844 I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
  197. 1845 Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people,
  198. 1846 All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
  199. 1847 The mere despair of surgery, he cures;
  200. 1848 Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
  201. 1849 Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
  202. 1850 To the succeeding royalty he leaves
  203. 1851 The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
  204. 1852 He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
  205. 1853 And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
  206. 1854 That speak him full of grace.
  207. Macduff
  208. 1855 See, who comes here?
  209. Malcolm
  210. 1856 My countryman; but yet I know him not.
  211. [Enter Ross.]
  212. Macduff
  213. 1857 My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
  214. Malcolm
  215. 1858 I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
  216. 1859 The means that makes us strangers!
  217. Ross
  218. 1860 Sir, amen.
  219. Macduff
  220. 1861 Stands Scotland where it did?
  221. Ross
  222. 1862 Alas, poor country,—
  223. 1863 Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
  224. 1864 Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing,
  225. 1865 But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
  226. 1866 Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks, that rent the air,
  227. 1867 Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
  228. 1868 A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell
  229. 1869 Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives
  230. 1870 Expire before the flowers in their caps,
  231. 1871 Dying or ere they sicken.
  232. Macduff
  233. 1872 O, relation
  234. 1873 Too nice, and yet too true!
  235. Malcolm
  236. 1874 What's the newest grief?
  237. Ross
  238. 1875 That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker;
  239. 1876 Each minute teems a new one.
  240. Macduff
  241. 1877 How does my wife?
  242. Ross
  243. 1878 Why, well.
  244. Macduff
  245. 1879 And all my children?
  246. Ross
  247. 1880 Well too.
  248. Macduff
  249. 1881 The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
  250. Ross
  251. 1882 No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.
  252. Macduff
  253. 1883 Be not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?
  254. Ross
  255. 1884 When I came hither to transport the tidings,
  256. 1885 Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
  257. 1886 Of many worthy fellows that were out;
  258. 1887 Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
  259. 1888 For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
  260. 1889 Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
  261. 1890 Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
  262. 1891 To doff their dire distresses.
  263. Malcolm
  264. 1892 Be't their comfort
  265. 1893 We are coming thither: gracious England hath
  266. 1894 Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
  267. 1895 An older and a better soldier none
  268. 1896 That Christendom gives out.
  269. Ross
  270. 1897 Would I could answer
  271. 1898 This comfort with the like! But I have words
  272. 1899 That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
  273. 1900 Where hearing should not latch them.
  274. Macduff
  275. 1901 What concern they?
  276. 1902 The general cause? or is it a fee-grief
  277. 1903 Due to some single breast?
  278. Ross
  279. 1904 No mind that's honest
  280. 1905 But in it shares some woe; though the main part
  281. 1906 Pertains to you alone.
  282. Macduff
  283. 1907 If it be mine,
  284. 1908 Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
  285. Ross
  286. 1909 Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
  287. 1910 Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
  288. 1911 That ever yet they heard.
  289. Macduff
  290. 1912 Humh! I guess at it.
  291. Ross
  292. 1913 Your castle is surpris'd; your wife and babes
  293. 1914 Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner
  294. 1915 Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
  295. 1916 To add the death of you.
  296. Malcolm
  297. 1917 Merciful heaven!—
  298. 1918 What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
  299. 1919 Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
  300. 1920 Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
  301. Macduff
  302. 1921 My children too?
  303. Ross
  304. 1922 Wife, children, servants, all
  305. 1923 That could be found.
  306. Macduff
  307. 1924 And I must be from thence!
  308. 1925 My wife kill'd too?
  309. Ross
  310. 1926 I have said.
  311. Malcolm
  312. 1927 Be comforted:
  313. 1928 Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
  314. 1929 To cure this deadly grief.
  315. Macduff
  316. 1930 He has no children.—All my pretty ones?
  317. 1931 Did you say all?—O hell-kite!—All?
  318. 1932 What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
  319. 1933 At one fell swoop?
  320. Malcolm
  321. 1934 Dispute it like a man.
  322. Macduff
  323. 1935 I shall do so;
  324. 1936 But I must also feel it as a man:
  325. 1937 I cannot but remember such things were,
  326. 1938 That were most precious to me.—Did heaven look on,
  327. 1939 And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
  328. 1940 They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
  329. 1941 Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
  330. 1942 Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now!
  331. Malcolm
  332. 1943 Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief
  333. 1944 Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
  334. Macduff
  335. 1945 O, I could play the woman with mine eye,
  336. 1946 And braggart with my tongue!—But, gentle heavens,
  337. 1947 Cut short all intermission; front to front
  338. 1948 Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;
  339. 1949 Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
  340. 1950 Heaven forgive him too!
  341. Malcolm
  342. 1951 This tune goes manly.
  343. 1952 Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
  344. 1953 Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth
  345. 1954 Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
  346. 1955 Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may;
  347. 1956 The night is long that never finds the day.
  348. [Exeunt.]