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Speeches (Lines) for Doctor
in "Macbeth"

Total: 20

# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

IV,3,2001

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.

2

V,1,2128

I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive
no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?

3

V,1,2135

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once
the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of
watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her
walking and other actual performances, what, at any
time, have you heard her say?

4

V,1,2141

You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should.

5

V,1,2147

How came she by that light?

6

V,1,2150

You see, her eyes are open.

7

V,1,2152

What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

8

V,1,2157

Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from
her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

9

V,1,2165

Do you mark that?

10

V,1,2170

Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.

11

V,1,2176

What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.

12

V,1,2179

Well, well, well,—

13

V,1,2181

This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known
those which have walked in their sleep who have died
holily in their beds.

14

V,1,2187

Even so?

15

V,1,2192

Will she go now to bed?

16

V,1,2194

Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets:
More needs she the divine than the physician.
God, God forgive us all! Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night:
My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.
I think, but dare not speak.

17

V,3,2291

Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.

18

V,3,2301

Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.

19

V,3,2313

Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
Makes us hear something.

20

V,3,2318

[Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
Profit again should hardly draw me here.