And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father108
Was a most sainted king; the queen that bore thee,
Oft'ner upon her knees than on her feet,110
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well.111
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
Hath banished me from Scotland. O my breast,
Thy hope ends here.
MALCOLM Macduff, this noble passion,
Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts116
To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth
By many of these trains hath sought to win me118
Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me119
From overcredulous haste; but God above120
Deal between thee and me, for even now
I put myself to thy direction and
Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself
For strangers to my nature. I am yet125
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
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 speaking130
Was this upon myself. What I am truly
Is thine and my poor country's to command;
Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,
Old Siward with ten thousand warlike men
135 Already at a point was setting forth.
136 Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness Be like our warranted quarrel. Why are you silent?