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Macbeth, V. i.

Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;

Within my sword's length set him; if he scape,

Heaven forgive him too!

Mal. 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.

 

Doct. I have two nights watched with you,

but can perceive no truth in your report. When

was it she last walked?

Gent. Since his majesty went into the field,

I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her

night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take

forth paper, fold it, write upon 't, read it, after-

wards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all

this while in a most fast sleep.

Doct. A great perturbation in nature, to

receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the

effects of watching! In this slumbery agitation,

besides her walking and other actual perform-

 233 scape: escape

236 leave: permission to go

238 Put on: urge on  4 into the field: to war

12 effects of watching: actions of waking

