Macd. This avarice
Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root[4453] 85
Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been[4454]
The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;
Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will[4455]
Of your mere own: all these are portable,[4456]
With other graces weigh'd. 90
Mal. But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
I have no relish of them, but abound 95
In the division of each several crime,
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,[4457]
Uproar the universal peace, confound[4458]
All unity on earth.
Macd. O Scotland, Scotland! 100
Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
I am as I have spoken.
Macd. Fit to govern![4459]
No, not to live. O nation miserable![4459]
With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, 105
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accursed,[4460]
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, 110
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well![4461]
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast,[4462]
Thy hope ends here!
Mal. Macduff, this noble passion,
Child of integrity, hath from my soul 115
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth[4463]
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 120
Deal between thee and me! for even now
I put myself to thy direction, and
Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure[4464]
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet 125
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,[4465]
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 130
Was this upon myself: what I am truly,
Is thine and my poor country's to command:
Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,[4466]
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,[4467]
Already at a point, was setting forth.[4468] 135
Now we'll together, and the chance of goodness[4469]
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?[4470]
Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.
Enter a Doctor.
Mal. Well, more anon. Comes the king forth, I pray you?[4471]140
Doct. Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
That stay his cure: their malady convinces[4472]
The great assay of art; but at his touch,
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand,
They presently amend.