Act 4

Question 1

(scene start)

Scene 3

Answer 1

Let us seek out some desolute shade, and there
Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Question 2

Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
Bestride our downfall’n birthdom.

Scene 3

Answer 2

You may deserve of him through me, and
wisdom To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb
T’ appease an angry god.

Question 3

I am not treacherous.

Scene 3

Answer 3

But Macbeth is. Why in that rawness
left you wife and child,
You may be rightly just, whatever I shall think.

Question 4

For the whole space that’s in the tyrant’s grasp
And the rich East to boot.

Scene 3

Answer 4

Be not offended.
I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke.
It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
is added to her wounds.

Question 5

Not in the legions
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned
In evils to top Macbeth. O Scotland, Scotland!

Scene 3

Answer 5

If such a one be fit to govern, speak.
I am as I have spoken.

Question 6

These evils thou repeat’st upon thyself
Hath banished me from Scotland. O my breast,
Thy hope ends here.

Scene 3

Answer 6

Macduff, this noble passion,
child of integrity hath from my soul
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth
By many of these trains hath sought to win me
Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste. But God above
Deal between thee and me!

Question 7

O, relation
Too nice, and yet too true!

Scene 3

Answer 7

What’s the newest grief?

Question 8

Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes
Savagely slaughtered. To relate the manner
Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer,
To add the death of you.

Scene 3

Answer 8

Merciful heaven! What, man!

Question 9

And I must be from thence!

Scene 3

Answer 9

Be comforted.
Let’s make us med’cines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief. Dispute it like a man.

Question 10

I shall do so,
But I must also feel it as a man. Sinful Macduff,
They were all struck for thee! Heaven rest them now!

Scene 3

Answer 10

Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief
Convert to anger, blunt not the heart, enrage it.

Question 11

I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue!
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself,
Within my sword’s length set him. If he ‘scape,
Heaven forgive him too!

Scene 3

Answer 11

This time goes manly.
Come, go we to the King. Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking, and the pow’rs above
Put on their instruments.
The night is long that never finds the day.