Faculty of English

MACBETH      What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug Would scour these English hence? Hear’st thou of them? DOCTOR         Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation Makes us hear something. MACBETH                              Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane. DOCTOR         Were I from Dunsinane away […]

MACBETH      Come, put mine armour on, give me my staff.— Seyton, send out—Doctor, the thanes fly from me. Come, sir, dispatch.—If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo That should applaud again. [To attendant] Pull’t […]

MACBETH      How does your patient, doctor? DOCTOR         Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies That keep her from her rest. MACBETH      Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with […]

MACBETH                              Seyton! Enter Seyton SEYTON          What’s your gracious pleasure? MACBETH      What news more? SEYTON          All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported. MACBETH      I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Give me my armour. SEYTON          ’Tis not needed yet. MACBETH                              I’ll put it on. Send out more horses; skirr the country round. […]

MACBETH                  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 sere, the yellow leaf, And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; […]

Enter Servant MACBETH      The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where gott’st thou that goose-look? SERVANT                               There is ten thousand— MACBETH      Geese, villain? SRVANT                                  Soldiers, sir. MACBETH      Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul!—those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What […]

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 […]

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. […]

ANGUS                        Now does he feel His secret murders 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 pestered senses to […]

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 Siward’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. […]