Макбет

           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