Макбет
Scene III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle.
Canstthounotministertoaminddiseased,
Pluckfromthememoryarootedsorrow,
Razeoutthewrittentroublesofthebrain
Andwithsomesweetobliviousantidote
Cleansethestuff’dbosomofthatperilousstuff
Whichweighsupontheheart?
DoctorThereinthepatient
Mustministertohimself.
MacbethThrowphysictothedogs;I’llnoneofit.
Come,putminearmouron;givememystaff.
Seyton,sendout.Doctor,thethanesflyfromme.
Come,sir,dispatch.Ifthoucouldst,doctor,cast
Thewaterofmyland,findherdisease,
Andpurgeittoasoundandpristinehealth,
Iwouldapplaudtheetotheveryecho,
Thatshouldapplaudagain.—Pull’toff,Isay.—
Whatrhubarb,cyme,orwhatpurgativedrug,
WouldscourtheseEnglishhence?Hear’stthouofthem?
DoctorAy,mygoodlord;yourroyalpreparation
Makesushearsomething.
MacbethBringitafterme.
Iwillnotbeafraidofdeathandbane,
TillBirnamforestcometoDunsinane.
Doctor[Aside]WereIfromDunsinaneawayandclear,
Profitagainshouldhardlydrawmehere.
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