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Dunsinane. A room in the castle.
[Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants]
MACBETH
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Bring me | no more | reports,| let^them / fly
all:
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Till Birn|am wood | remove | to Dun|sinane,
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I can|not taint | with fear.| What's^the boy |
Malcolm?
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Was he not | born of | woman?| The spirits | that
know
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All mort|al con|sequen|ces, have pronounced | me
thus: ??
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Fear* not | Macbeth,| no man | that's born | of
wom||an
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Shall ere | have power | upon | thee. Then / fly
false || Thanes,
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And | mingle | with the Eng|lish ep|icures,
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The mind | I sway | by, and | the heart | I bear,
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Shall nev|er sag | with doubt,| nor shake | with fear.
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The dev|il damn | thee black,| thou
cream-|faced^loon:
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Where gotst | thou that | goose look.
SERVANT
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There | is ten || thousand
MACBETH
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Geese | villain?
SERVANT
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Soldiers | sir.
MACBETH
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Go prick | thy face,| and ov|er-red | thy fear
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Thou li|ly-liv|ered boy.| What* sol|diers, patch?
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Death of | thy soul,| those lin|en cheeks | of
thine
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Are couns|ellors | to fear.| What sol|diers
whey-||face?
SERVANT
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The | English | force, so | please you.
MACBETH
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Take thy || face hence. Sey|ton, I | am sick |
at heart,
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When I | behold:| Seyton,| I say,| this push
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Will cheer | me ev|er, or | disseat | me now.
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I have / lived long | enough:| my way | of life
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Is fal|len in|to the sear,| the yel|low leaf,
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And that | which should | accomp|any / old age,
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As hon|or, love,| obed|ience, troops | of
friends,
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I must | not look | to have:| but in | their
stead,
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Curses,| not loud | but deep, mouth hon|or,
breath
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Which the poor | heart would | fain de|ny, and | dare
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Seyton?
SEYTON
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What's your | gracious |
pleasure?
MACBETH
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What news || more*?
SEYTON
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All | is confirmed | my lord,| which was |
repor||ted.
MACBETH
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I'll fight,| till from | my bones,| my flesh | be
hacked.
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Give me | my arm|or.
SEYTON
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'Tis / not need|ed yet.
MACBETH
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I'll put | it on: \\
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Send^out | more* hors|es, skirr | the count|ry round,
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Hang those^|that talk | of fear.| Give me mine^|armor: ??
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How does | your pa|tient, doc|tor?
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DOCTOR
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Not | so sick | my lord, ????
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As she | is troub|led with thick | coming |
fancies
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That keep | her from | her rest.
MACBETH
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Cure of | that:
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Canst^thou | not min|ister | to a mind | diseased,
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Pluck from the | memo|ry a | rooted | sorrow,
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Raze^out | the writ|ten troub|les of | the brain,
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And with | some* sweet | obliv|ious ant|idote
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Cleanse the | stuffed bos/om, of | that per|ilous
stuff
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Which weighs | upon | the heart?
DOCTOR
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Therein the | patient
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Must min/ister | to him|self.|
MACBETH
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Throw phys/ic to | the dogs,| I'll none / of it.
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Come, put*| mine arm|or on:| give me | my staff:
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Seyton,| send^out:| Doctor,| the Thanes | fly from me:
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Come sir,| dispatch.| If thou | couldst doc|tor,
cast
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The wat|er of | my land,| find her | disease,
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And purge | it to | a sound | and pristine
health,
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I would ap|plaud thee / to the | very | echo,
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That should | applaud | again.| Pull it off | I say,
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What rhu|barb, cyme, or what | purga|tive drug
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Would scour | these Eng|lish hence:| Hearst thou
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DOCTOR
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Aye my | good* lord:| your roy|al pre|para||tion
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Makes | us hear | something.
MACBETH
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Bring it | after me:
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I will | not be | afraid | of death | and bane,
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Till Birn|am for|est come | to Dun|sinane.
DOCTOR
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Were I | from Dun|sinane | away,| and clear,
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Profit | again | should hard|ly draw | me here.
[Exeunt]