Since that the truest issue of thy throne Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness By his own interdiction stands accursed, Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent? And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father MACDUFF Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee, Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, Such welcome and unwelcome things at once Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! 'Tis hard to reconcile. These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast, Enter a Doctor Thy hope ends here! MALCOLM MALCOLM Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you? Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Doctor Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth That stay his cure: their malady convinces By many of these trains hath sought to win me The great assay of art; but at his touch-- Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand-- From over-credulous haste: but God above They presently amend. Deal between thee and me! for even now I put myself to thy direction, and MALCOLM Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure I thank you, doctor. The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Exit Doctor Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, MACDUFF At no time broke my faith, would not betray The devil to his fellow and delight What's the disease he means? No less in truth than life: my first false speaking Was this upon myself: what I am truly, MALCOLM Is thine and my poor country's to command: 'Tis call'd the evil: Whither indeed, before thy here-approach, A most miraculous work in this good king; Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Which often, since my here-remain in England, Already at a point, was setting forth. I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accursed, And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee, Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast, Thy hope ends here! MALCOLM Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste: but 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 forsworn, 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: Whither indeed, before thy here-approach, Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Already at a point, was setting forth. Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent? MACDUFF Such welcome and unwelcome things at once 'Tis hard to reconcile. Enter a Doctor MALCOLM Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you? Doctor 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. MALCOLM I thank you, doctor. Exit Doctor MACDUFF What's the disease he means? MALCOLM 'Tis call'd the evil: A most miraculous work in this good king; Which often, since my here-remain in England, I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,