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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 [120]
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 yet

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 speaking [130]
Was this upon myself. What I am truly
Is thine and my poor country’s to command;
Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,

Old Seyward with then thousand warlike men,
Already at a point, was setting forth.
Now we’ll together; and the chance of goodness
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?

MACDUFF
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once

’Tis hard to reconcile.

Enter a Doctor.

MALCOLM
Well, more anon. −
Comes the king forth, I pray you? [140]

DOCTOR
Ay, sir. There are a crew of wretched souls

That stay his cure. Their malady convinces
The great assay of art; but at his touch,
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand,
They presently amend.