Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Exit Doctor.[4473]145
Macd. What's the disease he means?
Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil:
A most miraculous work in this good king;
Which often, since my here-remain in England,[4474]
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,[4475]
Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people,[4476] 150
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
To the succeeding royalty he leaves 155
The healing benediction. With this strange virtue
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
And sundry blessings hang about his throne
That speak him full of grace.
Enter Ross.[4477]
Macd. See, who comes here?
Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. 160
Macd. My ever gentle cousin, welcome hither.
Mal. I know him now: good God, betimes remove[4478]
The means that makes us strangers![4479]
Ross. Sir, amen.
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?