Макбет
Scene III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle.
ExitServant
Seyton!—Iamsickatheart,
WhenIbehold—Seyton,Isay!—Thispush
Willcheermeever,ordisseatmenow.
Ihavelivedlongenough:mywayoflife
Isfall’nintothesear,theyellowleaf;
Andthatwhichshouldaccompanyoldage,
Ashonour,love,obedience,troopsoffriends,
Imustnotlooktohave;but,intheirstead,
Curses,notloudbutdeep,mouth-honour,breath,
Whichthepoorheartwouldfaindeny,anddarenot.Seyton!
EnterSeyton
SeytonWhatisyourgraciouspleasure?
MacbethWhatnewsmore?
SeytonAllisconfirm’d,mylord,whichwasreported.
MacbethI’llfighttillfrommybonesmyfleshbehack’d.
Givememyarmour.
Seyton’Tisnotneededyet.
MacbethI’llputiton.
Sendoutmorehorses;skirrthecountryround;
Hangthosethattalkoffear.Givememinearmour.
Howdoesyourpatient,doctor?
DoctorNotsosick,mylord,
Assheistroubledwiththickcomingfancies,
Thatkeepherfromherrest.
MacbethCureherofthat
