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The Tragedie of Macbeth. He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of Rule. Ang.
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Now do's he feele His secret Murthers sticking on his hands, Now minutely Reuolts vpbraid his Faith‑breach: Those he commands, moue onely in command, Nothing in loue: Now do's he feele his Title
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Hang loose about him, like a Giants Robe Vpon a dwarfish Theefe. Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd Senses to recoyle, and start, When all that is within him, do's condemne
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It selfe, for being there. Cath. Well, march we on, To giue Obedience, where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the Med'cine of the sickly Weale, And with him poure we in our Countries purge,
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Each drop of vs. Lenox. Or so much as it needes, To dew the Soueraigne Flower, and drowne the Weeds: Make we our March towards Birnan. Exeunt marching.
Sc na Tertia. [Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more Reports, let them flye all:
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Till Byrnane wood remoue to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with Feare. What's the Boy Malcolme? Was he not borne of woman ? The Spirits that know All mortall Consequences, haue pronounc'd me thus: Feare not Macbeth, no man that's borne of woman
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Shall ere haue power vpon thee. Then fly false Thanes, And mingle with the English Epicures, The minde I sway by, and the heart I beare, Shall neuer sagge with doubt, nor shake with feare. Enter Seruant. The diuell damne thee blacke, thou cream‑fac'd Loone:
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Where got'st thou that Goose‑looke. Ser. There is ten thousand. Macb. Geese Villaine ? Ser. Souldiers Sir. Macb. Go pricke thy face, and ouer‑red thy feare
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Thou Lilly‑liuer'd Boy. What Soldiers, Patch? Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine Are Counsailers to feare. What Soldiers Whay‑face? Ser. The English Force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence. Seyton, I am sick at hart,
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When I behold: Seyton, I say, this push Will cheere me euer, or dis‑eate me now. I haue liu'd long enough: my way of life Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe, And that which should accompany Old‑Age,
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As Honor, Loue, Obedience, Troopes of Friends, I must not looke to haue: but in their steed, Curses, not lowd but deepe, Mouth‑honor, breath Which the poore heart would faine deny, and dare not. Seyton? Enter Seyton. Sey.
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What's your gracious pleasure? Macb. What Newes more? Sey. All is confirm'd my Lord, which was reported. Macb. Ile fight, till from my bones, my flesh be hackt.

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Giue me my Armor. Seyt.
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'Tis not needed yet. Macb. Ile put it on: Send out moe Horses, skirre the Country round, Hang those that talke of Feare. Giue me mine Armor: How do's your Patient, Doctor? Doct.
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Not so sicke my Lord, As she is troubled with thicke‑comming Fancies That keepe her from her rest. Macb. Cure of that: Can'st thou not Minister to a minde diseas'd,
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Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the Braine, And with some sweet Obliuious Antidote Cleanse the stufft bosome, of that perillous stuffe Which weighes vpon the heart? Doct.
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Therein the Patient Must minister to himselfe. Macb. Throw Physicke to the Dogs, Ile none of it. Come, put mine Armour on: giue me my Staffe: Seyton, send out: Doctor, the Thanes flye from me:
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Come sir, dispatch. If thou could'st Doctor, cast The Water of my Land, finde her Disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine Health, I would applaud thee to the very Eccho, That should applaud againe. Pull't off I say,
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What Rubarb, Cyme, or what Purgatiue drugge Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y u of them? Doct. I my good Lord: your Royall Preparation Makes vs heare something. Macb. Bring it after me:
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I will not be affraid of Death and Bane, Till Birnane Forrest come to Dunsinane. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away, and cleere, Profit againe should hardly draw me heere. Exeunt
Scena Quarta. [Act 5, Scene 4] Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe, Seywards Sonne, Menteth, Cathnes, Angus, and Soldiers Marching. Malc. Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand
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That Chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Syew. Seyw. What wood is this before vs? Ment. The wood of Birnane. Malc. Let euery Souldier hew him downe a Bough,
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And bear't before him, thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our Hoast, and make discouery Erre in report of vs. Sold. It shall be done. Syw. We learne no other, but the confident Tyrant
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Keepes still in Dunsinane, and will indure Our setting downe befor't. Malc. 'Tis his maine hope: For where there is aduantage to be giuen, Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,
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And none serue with him, but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too. Macd. Let our iust Censures Attend the true euent, and put we on nn3 Industrious

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Sc na Tertia. [Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more Reports, let them flye all:
[2105]
Till Byrnane wood remoue to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with Feare. What's the Boy Malcolme? Was he not borne of woman ? The Spirits that know All mortall Consequences, haue pronounc'd me thus: Feare not Macbeth, no man that's borne of woman
[2110]
Shall ere haue power vpon thee. Then fly false Thanes, And mingle with the English Epicures, The minde I sway by, and the heart I beare, Shall neuer sagge with doubt, nor shake with feare. Enter Seruant. The diuell damne thee blacke, thou cream‑fac'd Loone:
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Where got'st thou that Goose‑looke. Ser. There is ten thousand. Macb. Geese Villaine ? Ser. Souldiers Sir. Macb. Go pricke thy face, and ouer‑red thy feare
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Thou Lilly‑liuer'd Boy. What Soldiers, Patch? Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine Are Counsailers to feare. What Soldiers Whay‑face? Ser. The English Force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence. Seyton, I am sick at hart,
[2125]
When I behold: Seyton, I say, this push Will cheere me euer, or dis‑eate me now. I haue liu'd long enough: my way of life Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe, And that which should accompany Old‑Age,
[2130]
As Honor, Loue, Obedience, Troopes of Friends, I must not looke to haue: but in their steed, Curses, not lowd but deepe, Mouth‑honor, breath Which the poore heart would faine deny, and dare not. Seyton? Enter Seyton. Sey.
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What's your gracious pleasure? Macb. What Newes more? Sey. All is confirm'd my Lord, which was reported. Macb. Ile fight, till from my bones, my flesh be hackt. Giue me my Armor. Seyt.
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'Tis not needed yet. Macb. Ile put it on: Send out moe Horses, skirre the Country round, Hang those that talke of Feare. Giue me mine Armor: How do's your Patient, Doctor? Doct.
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Not so sicke my Lord, As she is troubled with thicke‑comming Fancies That keepe her from her rest. Macb. Cure of that: Can'st thou not Minister to a minde diseas'd,
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Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the Braine, And with some sweet Obliuious Antidote Cleanse the stufft bosome, of that perillous stuffe Which weighes vpon the heart? Doct.
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Therein the Patient Must minister to himselfe. Macb. Throw Physicke to the Dogs, Ile none of it. Come, put mine Armour on: giue me my Staffe: Seyton, send out: Doctor, the Thanes flye from me:
[2160]
Come sir, dispatch. If thou could'st Doctor, cast The Water of my Land, finde her Disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine Health, I would applaud thee to the very Eccho, That should applaud againe. Pull't off I say,
[2165]
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what Purgatiue drugge Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y u of them? Doct. I my good Lord: your Royall Preparation Makes vs heare something. Macb. Bring it after me:
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I will not be affraid of Death and Bane, Till Birnane Forrest come to Dunsinane. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away, and cleere, Profit againe should hardly draw me heere. Exeunt
 

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      <l n="2141">Ile put it on:</l>
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