Macbeth Act 4 Scene 3

Macbeth Act 4 Scene 3

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  • Act 4, Scene 3
  • 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.  What I am truly,Is thine and my poor country’s to command.
  • Macduff
  • Well, more anon.—Comes the king forth, I pray you?
  • Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure. Their malady convinces The great assay of art, but at his touch— Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand—They presently amend.
  •  I thank you, doctor.
  • 'Tis called the evil. A most miraculous work in this good king, Which often since my here-remain in England I have seen him do. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.
  • What’s the disease he means?
  • Stands Scotland where it did?
  • Alas, poor country! Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot Be called our mother, but our grave. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor Of many worthy fellows that were out
  • No mind that’s honest But in it shares some woe, though the main part Pertains to you alone.  
  • Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes Savagely slaughtered.    
  • Be ’t their comfort We are coming thither. Gracious England hath Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men 
  • I shall do so, But I must also feel it as a man. I cannot but remember such things were That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part?  
  • He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
  • Dispute it like a man.
  • This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king. Our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth 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.
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