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 236
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. Exeunt.
ACT FIFTH
Scene One
[Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle]
Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting Gentlewoman.
Doct. I have two nights watched with you,
but can perceive no truth in your report. When
was it she last walked? 3
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. 9
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
