Gent. Pray God it be sir

Doct. This disease is beyond my practise: yet I haue

knowne those which haue walkt in their sleep, who haue

dyed holily in their beds

Lad. Wash your hands, put on your Night-Gowne,

looke not so pale: I tell you yet againe Banquo's buried;

he cannot come out on's graue

Doct. Euen so?

Lady. To bed, to bed: there's knocking at the gate:

Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's

done, cannot be vndone. To bed, to bed, to bed.

Exit Lady.

Doct. Will she go now to bed?

Gent. Directly

Doct. Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds

Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes

To their deafe pillowes will discharge their Secrets:

More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian:

God, God forgiue vs all. Looke after her,

Remoue from her the meanes of all annoyance,

And still keepe eyes vpon her: So goodnight,

My minde she ha's mated, and amaz'd my sight.

I thinke, but dare not speake

Gent. Good night good Doctor.

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Drum and Colours. Enter Menteth, Cathnes, Angus, Lenox,

Soldiers.

Ment. The English powre is neere, led on by Malcolm,

His Vnkle Seyward, and the good Macduff.

Reuenges burne in them: for their deere causes

Would to the bleeding, and the grim Alarme

Excite the mortified man

Ang. Neere Byrnan wood

Shall we well meet them, that way are they comming

Cath. Who knowes if Donalbane be with his brother?

Len. For certaine Sir, he is not: I haue a File

Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards Sonne,

And many vnruffe youths, that euen now

Protest their first of Manhood

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