Hold fast the mortal sword and, like good men, Bestride our downfall'n birthdom
You have loved him well. He hath not touched you yet. I am young, but something you may deserve of him through me, and wisdom To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lambT' appease an angry god.
It is myself I mean, in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb, being compared With my confineless harms.
God above Deal between thee and me, for even now I put myself to thy direction and Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself ,For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to woman, never was for sworn, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, At no time broke my faith, would not betray The devil to his fellow, and delight No less in truth than life. My first false speaking Was this upon myself. What I am truly ,Is thine and my poor country’s to command.
Lines 1-37: Macduff urges Malcolm to go to Scotland’s aid, but Malcolm says he suspect Macduff might betray him to Macbeth
Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched soulsThat stay his cure. Their malady convincesThe great assay of art, but at his touch—Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand—They presently amend.
Lines 38-113: Malcolm believes in Macduff’s honesty and says he has access to English help, but that his own sins are worse than Macbeth’s and clearly he would not be a good king.
Your castle was attacked. Your wife and childrenwere savagely slaughtered. If I told you how theywere killed, it would cause you so much pain thatit would kill you too, and add your body to the pileof murdered corpses.
Lines 114-139: Malcolm reveals he is only testing Macduff
Lines 139-161: the doctor interjects with information about the healing powers of Edward the Confessor, the English King,who was know for his saintly ways. Such a King is in stark contrast to Macbeth.
Lines 162-end: we hear that Macbeth has murdered Macduff’s family and Malcolm is finally ready to fight for the kingdom of Scotland.
Let this anger sharpen your sword. Transformyour grief into anger. Don’t block the feelings inyour heart; let them loose as rage.