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Speeches (Lines) for Doc in "Macbeth" Total: twenty print/save view OPTIONS: Hibernate cue speeches • Bear witness full speeches (no cues) • Show truncated speeches (no cues)
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1	IV,3,2001	Malcolm. Well; more anon.—Comes the king along, I pray you? Doctor. Ay, sir; in that location are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure: their malady convinces The great assay of fine art; but at his touch on— Such sanctity hath heaven given his manus— They before long improve.
2	V,ane,2128	(phase directions). [Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman] Doctor. I take ii nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your study. When was information technology she concluding walked?
3	V,1,2135	Gentlewoman. Since his majesty went into the field, I accept seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, accept forth paper, fold information technology, write upon't, read information technology, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a well-nigh fast sleep. Md. A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the do good of sleep, and do the furnishings of watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say?
4	V,i,2141	Gentlewoman. That, sir, which I will not report afterward her. Doctor. You may to me: and 'tis nigh meet you should.
5	V,1,2147	Gentlewoman. Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. [Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper] Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand shut. Doctor. How came she by that lite?
vi	V,ane,2150	Gentlewoman. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her control. Doctor. Yous come across, her eyes are open.
7	V,1,2152	Gentlewoman. Ay, just their sense is shut. Dr.. What is it she does now? Expect, how she rubs her hands.
8	Five,1,2157	Lady Macbeth. Yet here's a spot. Dr.. Hark! she speaks: I will set up down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more than strongly.
9	Five,1,2165	Lady Macbeth. Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One: two: why, then, 'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the quondam human to have had and so much blood in him. Doctor. Exercise you mark that?
10	5,1,2170	Lady Macbeth. The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?— What, will these hands ne'er be make clean?—No more o' that, my lord, no more than o' that: y'all mar all with this starting. Doctor. Go to, get to; yous have known what you should not.
11	5,1,2176	Lady Macbeth. Hither's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this footling hand. Oh, oh, oh! Doctor. What a sigh is at that place! The heart is sorely charged.
12	V,1,2179	Gentlewoman. I would not have such a eye in my bosom for the dignity of the whole torso. Md. Well, well, well,—
13	V,1,2181	Gentlewoman. Pray God it be, sir. Doc. This disease is across my practise: however I have known those which have walked in their sleep who accept died holily in their beds.
xiv	Five,i,2187	Lady Macbeth. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not then pale.—I tell you yet once again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out on's grave. Doc. However?
15	V,ane,2192	(phase directions). [Exit] Doctor. Volition she become now to bed?
16	V,1,2194	Gentlewoman. Directly. Md. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deafened pillows will discharge their secrets: More needs she the divine than the doctor. God, God forgive u.s. all! Expect afterwards her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And nevertheless go along eyes upon her. So, good night: My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. I recollect, only dare not speak.
17	V,3,2291	Macbeth. I'll put information technology on. Send out more horses; skirr the country circular; Hang those that talk of fearfulness. Give me mine armour. How does your patient, doctor? Doctor. Not so ill, my lord, As she is troubled with thick coming fancies, That go on her from her remainder.
18	V,3,2301	Macbeth. Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a listen diseased, Pluck from the retentiveness a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain And with some sweetness oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bust of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the centre? Dr.. Therein the patient Must minister to himself.
xix	V,three,2313	Macbeth. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of information technology. Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff. Seyton, transport out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me. Come up, sir, dispatch. If thousand couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge information technology to a sound and pristine wellness, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.—Pull't off, I say.— What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence? Hear'st yard of them? Doctor. Ay, my good lord; your royal grooming Makes us hear something.
xx	V,3,2318	Macbeth. Bring it later me. I will not be agape of decease and bane, Till Birnam wood come to Dunsinane. Physician. [Aside] Were I from Dunsinane abroad and clear, Turn a profit again should hardly draw me here.

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