Макбет

           Macduff:Suchwelcomeandunwelcomethingsatonce

           ’Tishardtoreconcile.

           EnteraDoctor

           Malcolm:Well;moreanon.—Comesthekingforth,Iprayyou?

           Doctor:Ay,sir;thereareacrewofwretchedsouls

           Thatstayhiscure:theirmaladyconvinces

           Thegreatassayofart;butathistouch—

           Suchsanctityhathheavengivenhishand—

           Theypresentlyamend.

           Malcolm:Ithankyou,doctor.

           ExitDoctor

           Macduff:What’sthediseasehemeans?

           Malcolm:’Tiscall’dtheevil:

           Amostmiraculousworkinthisgoodking;

           Whichoften,sincemyhere-remaininEngland,

           Ihaveseenhimdo.Howhesolicitsheaven,

           Himselfbestknows:butstrangely-visitedpeople,

           Allswolnandulcerous,pitifultotheeye,

           Themeredespairofsurgery,hecures,

           Hangingagoldenstampabouttheirnecks,

           Putonwithholyprayers:and’tisspoken,

           Tothesucceedingroyaltyheleaves

           Thehealingbenediction.Withthisstrangevirtue,

           Hehathaheavenlygiftofprophecy,

           Andsundryblessingshangabouthisthrone,

           Thatspeakhimfullofgrace.

           EnterRoss

           Macduff:See,whocomeshere?