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ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +SCENE: Scotland and England + + +ACT I. SCENE I. +A desert place. Thunder and lightning. + +Enter three Witches. + + FIRST WITCH. When shall we three meet again? + In thunder, lightning, or in rain? + SECOND WITCH. When the hurlyburly's done, + When the battle's lost and won. + THIRD WITCH. That will be ere the set of sun. + FIRST WITCH. Where the place? + SECOND WITCH. Upon the heath. + THIRD WITCH. There to meet with Macbeth. + FIRST WITCH. I come, Graymalkin. + ALL. Paddock calls. Anon! + Fair is foul, and foul is fair. + Hover through the fog and filthy air. Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE II. +A camp near Forres. Alarum within. + +Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, +meeting a bleeding Sergeant. + + DUNCAN. What bloody man is that? He can report, + As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt + The newest state. + MALCOLM. This is the sergeant + Who like a good and hardy soldier fought + 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! + Say to the King the knowledge of the broil + As thou didst leave it. + SERGEANT. Doubtful it stood, + As two spent swimmers that do cling together + And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald- + Worthy to be a rebel, for to that + The multiplying villainies of nature + Do swarm upon him -from the Western Isles + Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; + And Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, + Show'd like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak; + For brave Macbeth -well he deserves that name- + Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish'd steel, + Which smoked with bloody execution, + Like Valor's minion carved out his passage + Till he faced the slave, + Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, + Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, + And fix'd his head upon our battlements. + DUNCAN. O valiant cousin! Worthy gentleman! + SERGEANT. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection + Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, + So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come + Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark. + No sooner justice had, with valor arm'd, + Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, + But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, + With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men, + Began a fresh assault. + DUNCAN. Dismay'd not this + Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? + SERGEANT. Yes, + As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. + If I say sooth, I must report they were + As cannons overcharged with double cracks, + So they + Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe. + Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, + Or memorize another Golgotha, + I cannot tell- + But I am faint; my gashes cry for help. + DUNCAN. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; + They smack of honor both. Go get him surgeons. + Exit Sergeant, attended. + Who comes here? + + Enter Ross. + + MALCOLM. The worthy Thane of Ross. + LENNOX. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look + That seems to speak things strange. + ROSS. God save the King! + DUNCAN. Whence camest thou, worthy Thane? + ROSS. From Fife, great King, + Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky + And fan our people cold. + Norway himself, with terrible numbers, + Assisted by that most disloyal traitor + The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict, + Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, + Confronted him with self-comparisons, + Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, + Curbing his lavish spirit; and, to conclude, + The victory fell on us. + DUNCAN. Great happiness! + ROSS. That now + Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; + Nor would we deign him burial of his men + Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's Inch, + Ten thousand dollars to our general use. + DUNCAN. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive + Our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present death, + And with his former title greet Macbeth. + ROSS. I'll see it done. + DUNCAN. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. + Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE III. +A heath. Thunder. + +Enter the three Witches. + + FIRST WITCH. Where hast thou been, sister? + SECOND WITCH. Killing swine. + THIRD WITCH. Sister, where thou? + FIRST WITCH. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, + And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd. "Give me," quoth I. + "Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries. + Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger; + But in a sieve I'll thither sail, + And, like a rat without a tail, + I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. + SECOND WITCH. I'll give thee a wind. + FIRST WITCH. Thou'rt kind. + THIRD WITCH. And I another. + FIRST WITCH. I myself have all the other, + And the very ports they blow, + All the quarters that they know + I' the shipman's card. + I will drain him dry as hay: + Sleep shall neither night nor day + Hang upon his penthouse lid; + He shall live a man forbid. + Weary se'nnights nine times nine + Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine; + Though his bark cannot be lost, + Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. + Look what I have. + SECOND WITCH. Show me, show me. + FIRST WITCH. Here I have a pilot's thumb, + Wreck'd as homeward he did come. Drum within. + THIRD WITCH. A drum, a drum! + Macbeth doth come. + ALL. The weird sisters, hand in hand, + Posters of the sea and land, + Thus do go about, about, + Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, + And thrice again, to make up nine. + Peace! The charm's wound up. + + Enter Macbeth and Banquo. + + MACBETH. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. + BANQUO. How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these + So wither'd and so wild in their attire, + That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, + And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught + That man may question? You seem to understand me, + By each at once her choppy finger laying + Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, + And yet your beards forbid me to interpret + That you are so. + MACBETH. Speak, if you can. What are you? + FIRST WITCH. All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! + SECOND WITCH. All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! + THIRD WITCH. All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter! + BANQUO. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear + Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth, + Are ye fantastical or that indeed + Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner + You greet with present grace and great prediction + Of noble having and of royal hope, + That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not. + If you can look into the seeds of time, + And say which grain will grow and which will not, + Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear + Your favors nor your hate. + FIRST WITCH. Hail! + SECOND WITCH. Hail! + THIRD WITCH. Hail! + FIRST WITCH. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. + SECOND WITCH. Not so happy, yet much happier. + THIRD WITCH. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. + So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! + FIRST WITCH. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! + MACBETH. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more. + By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis; + But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives, + A prosperous gentleman; and to be King + Stands not within the prospect of belief, + No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence + You owe this strange intelligence, or why + Upon this blasted heath you stop our way + With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. + Witches vanish. + BANQUO. The earth hath bubbles as the water has, + And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? + MACBETH. Into the air, and what seem'd corporal melted + As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! + BANQUO. Were such things here as we do speak about? + Or have we eaten on the insane root + That takes the reason prisoner? + MACBETH. Your children shall be kings. + BANQUO. You shall be King. + MACBETH. And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so? + BANQUO. To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here? + + Enter Ross and Angus. + + ROSS. The King hath happily received, Macbeth, + The news of thy success; and when he reads + Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, + His wonders and his praises do contend + Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that, + In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, + He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, + Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, + Strange images of death. As thick as hail + Came post with post, and every one did bear + Thy praises in his kingdom's great defense, + And pour'd them down before him. + ANGUS. We are sent + To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; + Only to herald thee into his sight, + Not pay thee. + ROSS. And for an earnest of a greater honor, + He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor. + In which addition, hail, most worthy Thane, + For it is thine. + BANQUO. What, can the devil speak true? + MACBETH. The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me + In borrow'd robes? + ANGUS. Who was the Thane lives yet, + But under heavy judgement bears that life + Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined + With those of Norway, or did line the rebel + With hidden help and vantage, or that with both + He labor'd in his country's wreck, I know not; + But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, + Have overthrown him. + MACBETH. [Aside.] Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor! + The greatest is behind. [To Ross and Angus] Thanks for your + pains. + [Aside to Banquo] Do you not hope your children shall be +kings, + When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me + Promised no less to them? + BANQUO. [Aside to Macbeth.] That, trusted home, + Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, + Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange; + And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, + The instruments of darkness tell us truths, + Win us with honest trifles, to betray's + In deepest consequence- + Cousins, a word, I pray you. + MACBETH. [Aside.] Two truths are told, + As happy prologues to the swelling act + Of the imperial theme-I thank you, gentlemen. + [Aside.] This supernatural soliciting + Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill, + Why hath it given me earnest of success, + Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor. + If good, why do I yield to that suggestion + Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair + And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, + Against the use of nature? Present fears + Are less than horrible imaginings: + My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, + Shakes so my single state of man that function + Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is + But what is not. + BANQUO. Look, how our partner's rapt. + MACBETH. [Aside.] If chance will have me King, why, chance may + crown me + Without my stir. + BANQUO. New honors come upon him, + Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould + But with the aid of use. + MACBETH. [Aside.] Come what come may, + Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. + BANQUO. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. + MACBETH. Give me your favor; my dull brain was wrought + With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains + Are register'd where every day I turn + The leaf to read them. Let us toward the King. + Think upon what hath chanced, and at more time, + The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak + Our free hearts each to other. + BANQUO. Very gladly. + MACBETH. Till then, enough. Come, friends. Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE IV. +Forres. The palace. + +Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, and +Attendants. + + DUNCAN. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not + Those in commission yet return'd? + MALCOLM. My liege, + They are not yet come back. But I have spoke + With one that saw him die, who did report + That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, + Implored your Highness' pardon, and set forth + A deep repentance. Nothing in his life + Became him like the leaving it; he died + As one that had been studied in his death, + To throw away the dearest thing he owed + As 'twere a careless trifle. + DUNCAN. There's no art + To find the mind's construction in the face: + He was a gentleman on whom I built + An absolute trust. + + Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus. + + O worthiest cousin! + The sin of my ingratitude even now + Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before, + That swiftest wing of recompense is slow + To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, + That the proportion both of thanks and payment + Might have been mine! Only I have left to say, + More is thy due than more than all can pay. + MACBETH. The service and the loyalty I owe, + In doing it, pays itself. Your Highness' part + Is to receive our duties, and our duties + Are to your throne and state, children and servants, + Which do but what they should, by doing everything + Safe toward your love and honor. + DUNCAN. Welcome hither. + I have begun to plant thee, and will labor + To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, + That hast no less deserved, nor must be known + No less to have done so; let me infold thee + And hold thee to my heart. + BANQUO. There if I grow, + The harvest is your own. + DUNCAN. My plenteous joys, + Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves + In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, + And you whose places are the nearest, know + We will establish our estate upon + Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter + The Prince of Cumberland; which honor must + Not unaccompanied invest him only, + But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine + On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, + And bind us further to you. + MACBETH. The rest is labor, which is not used for you. + I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful + The hearing of my wife with your approach; + So humbly take my leave. + DUNCAN. My worthy Cawdor! + MACBETH. [Aside.] The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step + On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, + For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; + Let not light see my black and deep desires. + The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be + Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. Exit. + DUNCAN. True, worthy Banquo! He is full so valiant, + And in his commendations I am fed; + It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, + Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome. + It is a peerless kinsman. Flourish. Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE V. +Inverness. Macbeth's castle. + +Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter. + + LADY MACBETH. "They met me in the day of success, and I have + learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than + mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them + further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. + Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from +the + King, who all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title, + before, these weird sisters saluted me and referred me to the + coming on of time with 'Hail, King that shalt be!' This have +I + thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of +greatness, + that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being + ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy +heart, + and farewell." + + Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be + What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature. + It is too full o' the milk of human kindness + To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great; + Art not without ambition, but without + The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, + That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, + And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'ldst have, great Glamis, + That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it; + And that which rather thou dost fear to do + Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither, + That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, + And chastise with the valor of my tongue + All that impedes thee from the golden round, + Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem + To have thee crown'd withal. + + Enter a Messenger. + + What is your tidings? + MESSENGER. The King comes here tonight. + LADY MACBETH. Thou'rt mad to say it! + Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, + Would have inform'd for preparation. + MESSENGER. So please you, it is true; our Thane is coming. + One of my fellows had the speed of him, + Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more + Than would make up his message. + LADY MACBETH. Give him tending; + He brings great news. Exit Messenger. + The raven himself is hoarse + That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan + Under my battlements. Come, you spirits + That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here + And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full + Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood, + Stop up the access and passage to remorse, + That no compunctious visitings of nature + Shake my fell purpose nor keep peace between + The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, + And take my milk for gall, your murthering ministers, + Wherever in your sightless substances + You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, + And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell + That my keen knife see not the wound it makes + Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark + To cry, "Hold, hold!" + + Enter Macbeth. + + Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor! + Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! + Thy letters have transported me beyond + This ignorant present, and I feel now + The future in the instant. + MACBETH. My dearest love, + Duncan comes here tonight. + LADY MACBETH. And when goes hence? + MACBETH. Tomorrow, as he purposes. + LADY MACBETH. O, never + Shall sun that morrow see! + Your face, my Thane, is as a book where men + May read strange matters. To beguile the time, + Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, + Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower, + But be the serpent under it. He that's coming + Must be provided for; and you shall put + This night's great business into my dispatch, + Which shall to all our nights and days to come + Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. + MACBETH. We will speak further. + LADY MACBETH. Only look up clear; + To alter favor ever is to fear. + Leave all the rest to me. Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE VI. +Before Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches. + +Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, +Angus, +and Attendants. + + DUNCAN. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air + Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself + Unto our gentle senses. + BANQUO. This guest of summer, + The temple-haunting martlet, does approve + By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath + Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze, + Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird + Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle; + Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed + The air is delicate. + + Enter Lady Macbeth. + + DUNCAN. See, see, our honor'd hostess! + The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, + Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you + How you shall bid God 'ield us for your pains, + And thank us for your trouble. + LADY MACBETH. All our service + In every point twice done, and then done double, + Were poor and single business to contend + Against those honors deep and broad wherewith + Your Majesty loads our house. For those of old, + And the late dignities heap'd up to them, + We rest your hermits. + DUNCAN. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? + We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose + To be his purveyor; but he rides well, + And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him + To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, + We are your guest tonight. + LADY MACBETH. Your servants ever + Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, + To make their audit at your Highness' pleasure, + Still to return your own. + DUNCAN. Give me your hand; + Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly, + And shall continue our graces towards him. + By your leave, hostess. Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE VII +Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches. + +Enter a Sewer and divers Servants with dishes and service, who +pass over +the stage. Then enter Macbeth. + + MACBETH. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well + It were done quickly. If the assassination + Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, + With his surcease, success; that but this blow + Might be the be-all and the end-all -here, + But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, + We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases + We still have judgement here, that we but teach + Bloody instructions, which being taught return + To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice + Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice + To our own lips. He's here in double trust: + First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, + Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, + Who should against his murtherer shut the door, + Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan + Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been + So clear in his great office, that his virtues + Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against + The deep damnation of his taking-off, + And pity, like a naked new-born babe + Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin horsed + Upon the sightless couriers of the air, + Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, + That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur + To prick the sides of my intent, but only + Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself + And falls on the other. + + Enter Lady Macbeth. + + How now, what news? + LADY MACBETH. He has almost supp'd. Why have you left the +chamber? + MACBETH. Hath he ask'd for me? + LADY MACBETH. Know you not he has? + MACBETH. We will proceed no further in this business: + He hath honor'd me of late, and I have bought + Golden opinions from all sorts of people, + Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, + Not cast aside so soon. + LADY MACBETH. Was the hope drunk + Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? + And wakes it now, to look so green and pale + At what it did so freely? From this time + Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard + To be the same in thine own act and valor + As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that + Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life + And live a coward in thine own esteem, + Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would" + Like the poor cat i' the adage? + MACBETH. Prithee, peace! + I dare do all that may become a man; + Who dares do more is none. + LADY MACBETH. What beast wast then + That made you break this enterprise to me? + When you durst do it, then you were a man, + And, to be more than what you were, you would + Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place + Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. + They have made themselves, and that their fitness now + Does unmake you. I have given suck and know + How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me- + I would, while it was smiling in my face, + Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums + And dash'd the brains out had I so sworn as you + Have done to this. + MACBETH. If we should fail? + LADY MACBETH. We fail? + But screw your courage to the sticking-place + And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep- + Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey + Soundly invite him- his two chamberlains + Will I with wine and wassail so convince + That memory, the warder of the brain, + Shall be a fume and the receipt of reason + A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep + Their drenched natures lie as in a death, + What cannot you and I perform upon + The unguarded Duncan? What not put upon + His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt + Of our great quell? + MACBETH. Bring forth men-children only, + For thy undaunted mettle should compose + Nothing but males. Will it not be received, + When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two + Of his own chamber and used their very daggers, + That they have done't? + LADY MACBETH. Who dares receive it other, + As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar + Upon his death? + MACBETH. I am settled and bend up + Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. + Away, and mock the time with fairest show: + False face must hide what the false heart doth know. + Exeunt. + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +ACT II. SCENE I. +Inverness. Court of Macbeth's castle. + +Enter Banquo and Fleance, bearing a torch before him. + + BANQUO. How goes the night, boy? + FLEANCE. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. + BANQUO. And she goes down at twelve. + FLEANCE. I take't 'tis later, sir. + BANQUO. Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven, + Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. + A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, + And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, + Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature + Gives way to in repose! + + Enter Macbeth and a Servant with a torch. + + Give me my sword. + Who's there? + MACBETH. A friend. + BANQUO. What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's abed. + He hath been in unusual pleasure and + Sent forth great largess to your offices. + This diamond he greets your wife withal, + By the name of most kind hostess, and shut up + In measureless content. + MACBETH. Being unprepared, + Our will became the servant to defect, + Which else should free have wrought. + BANQUO. All's well. + I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: + To you they have show'd some truth. + MACBETH. I think not of them; + Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, + We would spend it in some words upon that business, + If you would grant the time. + BANQUO. At your kind'st leisure. + MACBETH. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, + It shall make honor for you. + BANQUO. So I lose none + In seeking to augment it, but still keep + My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, + I shall be counsel'd. + MACBETH. Good repose the while. + BANQUO. Thanks, sir, the like to you. + Exeunt Banquo and Fleance. + MACBETH. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, + She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Exit Servant. + Is this a dagger which I see before me, + The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. + I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. + Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible + To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but + A dagger of the mind, a false creation, + Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? + I see thee yet, in form as palpable + As this which now I draw. + Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going, + And such an instrument I was to use. + Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, + Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still, + And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, + Which was not so before. There's no such thing: + It is the bloody business which informs + Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world + Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse + The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates + Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd Murther, + Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, + Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, + With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design + Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, + Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear + Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, + And take the present horror from the time, + Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives; + Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. + A bell rings. + I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. + Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell + That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. Exit. + + + + +SCENE II. +The same. + +Enter Lady Macbeth. + + LADY MACBETH. That which hath made them drunk hath made me +bold; + What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. Hark! Peace! + It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, + Which gives the stern'st good night. He is about it: + The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms + Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugg'd their +possets + That death and nature do contend about them, + Whether they live or die. + MACBETH. [Within.] Who's there? what, ho! + LADY MACBETH. Alack, I am afraid they have awaked + And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed + Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; + He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled + My father as he slept, I had done't. + + Enter Macbeth. + + My husband! + MACBETH. I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? + LADY MACBETH. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. + Did not you speak? + MACBETH. When? + LADY MACBETH. Now. + MACBETH. As I descended? + LADY MACBETH. Ay. + MACBETH. Hark! + Who lies i' the second chamber? + LADY MACBETH. Donalbain. + MACBETH. This is a sorry sight. [Looks on his hands. + LADY MACBETH. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. + MACBETH. There's one did laugh in 's sleep, and one cried, + "Murther!" + That they did wake each other. I stood and heard them, + But they did say their prayers and address'd them + Again to sleep. + LADY MACBETH. There are two lodged together. + MACBETH. One cried, "God bless us!" and "Amen" the other, + As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. + Listening their fear, I could not say "Amen," + When they did say, "God bless us!" + LADY MACBETH. Consider it not so deeply. + MACBETH. But wherefore could not I pronounce "Amen"? + I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" + Stuck in my throat. + LADY MACBETH. These deeds must not be thought + After these ways; so, it will make us mad. + MACBETH. I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! + Macbeth does murther sleep" -the innocent sleep, + Sleep that knits up the ravel'd sleave of care, + The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, + Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, + Chief nourisher in life's feast- + LADY MACBETH. What do you mean? + MACBETH. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house; + "Glamis hath murther'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor + Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more." + LADY MACBETH. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy Thane, + You do unbend your noble strength, to think + So brainsickly of things. Go, get some water + And wash this filthy witness from your hand. + Why did you bring these daggers from the place? + They must lie there. Go carry them, and smear + The sleepy grooms with blood. + MACBETH. I'll go no more. + I am afraid to think what I have done; + Look on't again I dare not. + LADY MACBETH. Infirm of purpose! + Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead + Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood + That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, + I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, + For it must seem their guilt. Exit. Knocking within. + MACBETH. Whence is that knocking? + How is't with me, when every noise appals me? + What hands are here? Ha, they pluck out mine eyes! + Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood + Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather + The multitudinous seas incarnadine, + Making the green one red. + + Re-enter Lady Macbeth. + + LADY MACBETH. My hands are of your color, but I shame + To wear a heart so white. [Knocking within.] I hear knocking + At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber. + A little water clears us of this deed. + How easy is it then! Your constancy + Hath left you unattended. [Knocking within.] Hark, more +knocking. + Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us + And show us to be watchers. Be not lost + So poorly in your thoughts. + MACBETH. To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. + Knocking within. + Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! + Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE III. +The same. + +Enter a Porter. Knocking within. + + PORTER. Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of Hell + Gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking within.] + Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of Belzebub? +Here's + a farmer that hanged himself on th' expectation of plenty. +Come + in time! Have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat +for't. + [Knocking within.] Knock, knock! Who's there, in th' other + devil's name? Faith, here's an equivocator that could swear +in + both the scales against either scale, who committed treason + enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven. O, + come in, equivocator. [Knocking within.] Knock, knock, knock! + Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for + stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor; here you may + roast your goose. [Knocking within.] Knock, knock! Never at + quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold for hell. +I'll + devil-porter it no further. I had thought to have let in some +of + all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting + bonfire. [Knocking within.] Anon, anon! I pray you, remember +the + porter. + Opens the gate. + + Enter Macduff and Lennox. + + MACDUFF. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, + That you do lie so late? + PORTER. Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock; and + drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things. + MACDUFF. What three things does drink especially provoke? + PORTER. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, +sir, + it provokes and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it +takes + away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be +an + equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it +sets + him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him and +disheartens + him; makes him stand to and not stand to; in conclusion, + equivocates him in a sleep, and giving him the lie, leaves +him. + MACDUFF. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. + PORTER. That it did, sir, i' the very throat on me; but +requited + him for his lie, and, I think, being too strong for him, +though + he took up my legs sometime, yet I made shift to cast him. + MACDUFF. Is thy master stirring? + + Enter Macbeth. + + Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes. + LENNOX. Good morrow, noble sir. + MACBETH. Good morrow, both. + MACDUFF. Is the King stirring, worthy Thane? + MACBETH. Not yet. + MACDUFF. He did command me to call timely on him; + I have almost slipp'd the hour. + MACBETH. I'll bring you to him. + MACDUFF. I know this is a joyful trouble to you, + But yet 'tis one. + MACBETH. The labor we delight in physics pain. + This is the door. + MACDUFF. I'll make so bold to call, + For 'tis my limited service. Exit. + LENNOX. Goes the King hence today? + MACBETH. He does; he did appoint so. + LENNOX. The night has been unruly. Where we lay, + Our chimneys were blown down, and, as they say, + Lamentings heard i' the air, strange screams of death, + And prophesying with accents terrible + Of dire combustion and confused events + New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird + Clamor'd the livelong night. Some say the earth + Was feverous and did shake. + MACBETH. 'Twas a rough night. + LENNOX. My young remembrance cannot parallel + A fellow to it. + + Re-enter Macduff. + + MACDUFF. O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart + Cannot conceive nor name thee. + MACBETH. LENNOX. What's the matter? + MACDUFF. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. + Most sacrilegious murther hath broke ope + The Lord's anointed temple and stole thence + The life o' the building. + MACBETH. What is't you say? the life? + LENNOX. Mean you his Majesty? + MACDUFF. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight + With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak; + See, and then speak yourselves. + Exeunt Macbeth and Lennox. + Awake, awake! + Ring the alarum bell. Murther and treason! + Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm, awake! + Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, + And look on death itself! Up, up, and see + The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo! + As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites + To countenance this horror! Ring the bell. Bell rings. + + Enter Lady Macbeth. + + LADY MACBETH. What's the business, + That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley + The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak! + MACDUFF. O gentle lady, + 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: + The repetition in a woman's ear + Would murther as it fell. + + Enter Banquo. + + O Banquo, Banquo! + Our royal master's murther'd. + LADY MACBETH. Woe, alas! + What, in our house? + BANQUO. Too cruel anywhere. + Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself, + And say it is not so. + + Re-enter Macbeth and Lennox, with Ross. + + MACBETH. Had I but died an hour before this chance, + I had lived a blessed time, for from this instant + There's nothing serious in mortality. + All is but toys; renown and grace is dead, + The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees + Is left this vault to brag of. + + Enter Malcolm and Donalbain. + + DONALBAIN. What is amiss? + MACBETH. You are, and do not know't. + The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood + Is stopped, the very source of it is stopp'd. + MACDUFF. Your royal father's murther'd. + MALCOLM. O, by whom? + LENNOX. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't. + Their hands and faces were all badged with blood; + So were their daggers, which unwiped we found + Upon their pillows. + They stared, and were distracted; no man's life + Was to be trusted with them. + MACBETH. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, + That I did kill them. + MACDUFF. Wherefore did you so? + MACBETH. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, + Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man. + The expedition of my violent love + Outrun the pauser reason. Here lay Duncan, + His silver skin laced with his golden blood, + And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature + For ruin's wasteful entrance; there, the murtherers, + Steep'd in the colors of their trade, their daggers + Unmannerly breech'd with gore. Who could refrain, + That had a heart to love, and in that heart + Courage to make 's love known? + LADY MACBETH. Help me hence, ho! + MACDUFF. Look to the lady. + MALCOLM. [Aside to Donalbain.] Why do we hold our tongues, + That most may claim this argument for ours? + DONALBAIN. [Aside to Malcolm.] What should be spoken here, +where + our fate, + Hid in an auger hole, may rush and seize us? + Let's away, + Our tears are not yet brew'd. + MALCOLM. [Aside to Donalbain.] Nor our strong sorrow + Upon the foot of motion. + BANQUO. Look to the lady. + Lady Macbeth is carried out. + And when we have our naked frailties hid, + That suffer in exposure, let us meet + And question this most bloody piece of work + To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us. + In the great hand of God I stand, and thence + Against the undivulged pretense I fight + Of treasonous malice. + MACDUFF. And so do I. + ALL. So all. + MACBETH. Let's briefly put on manly readiness + And meet i' the hall together. + ALL. Well contented. + Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain. + MALCOLM. What will you do? Let's not consort with them. + To show an unfelt sorrow is an office + Which the false man does easy. I'll to England. + DONALBAIN. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune + Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are + There's daggers in men's smiles; the near in blood, + The nearer bloody. + MALCOLM. This murtherous shaft that's shot + Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way + Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse; + And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, + But shift away. There's warrant in that theft + Which steals itself when there's no mercy left. + Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE IV. +Outside Macbeth's castle. + +Enter Ross with an Old Man. + + OLD MAN. Threescore and ten I can remember well, + Within the volume of which time I have seen + Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night + Hath trifled former knowings. + ROSS. Ah, good father, + Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man's act, + Threaten his bloody stage. By the clock 'tis day, + And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp. + Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame, + That darkness does the face of earth entomb, + When living light should kiss it? + OLD MAN. 'Tis unnatural, + Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last + A falcon towering in her pride of place + Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. + ROSS. And Duncan's horses-a thing most strange and certain- + Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, + Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, + Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make + War with mankind. + OLD MAN. 'Tis said they eat each other. + ROSS. They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes + That look'd upon't. + + Enter Macduff. + + Here comes the good Macduff. + How goes the world, sir, now? + MACDUFF. Why, see you not? + ROSS. Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? + MACDUFF. Those that Macbeth hath slain. + ROSS. Alas, the day! + What good could they pretend? + MACDUFF. They were suborn'd: + Malcolm and Donalbain, the King's two sons, + Are stol'n away and fled, which puts upon them + Suspicion of the deed. + ROSS. 'Gainst nature still! + Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up + Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like + The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. + MACDUFF. He is already named, and gone to Scone + To be invested. + ROSS. Where is Duncan's body? + MACDUFF. Carried to Colmekill, + The sacred storehouse of his predecessors + And guardian of their bones. + ROSS. Will you to Scone? + MACDUFF. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. + ROSS. Well, I will thither. + MACDUFF. Well, may you see things well done there. + Adieu, + Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! + ROSS. Farewell, father. + OLD MAN. God's benison go with you and with those + That would make good of bad and friends of foes! + Exeunt. + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +ACT III. SCENE I. +Forres. The palace. + +Enter Banquo. + + BANQUO. Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, + As the weird women promised, and I fear + Thou play'dst most foully for't; yet it was said + It should not stand in thy posterity, + But that myself should be the root and father + Of many kings. If there come truth from them + (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine) + Why, by the verities on thee made good, + May they not be my oracles as well + And set me up in hope? But hush, no more. + + Sennet sounds. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth + as Queen, Lennox, Ross, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants. + + MACBETH. Here's our chief guest. + LADY MACBETH. If he had been forgotten, + It had been as a gap in our great feast + And all thing unbecoming. + MACBETH. Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir, + And I'll request your presence. + BANQUO. Let your Highness + Command upon me, to the which my duties + Are with a most indissoluble tie + Forever knit. + MACBETH. Ride you this afternoon? + BANQUO. Ay, my good lord. + MACBETH. We should have else desired your good advice, + Which still hath been both grave and prosperous + In this day's council; but we'll take tomorrow. + Is't far you ride? + BANQUO. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time + 'Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better, + I must become a borrower of the night + For a dark hour or twain. + MACBETH. Fail not our feast. + BANQUO. My lord, I will not. + MACBETH. We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd + In England and in Ireland, not confessing + Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers + With strange invention. But of that tomorrow, + When therewithal we shall have cause of state + Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse; adieu, + Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? + BANQUO. Ay, my good lord. Our time does call upon 's. + MACBETH. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot, + And so I do commend you to their backs. + Farewell. Exit Banquo. + Let every man be master of his time + Till seven at night; to make society + The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself + Till supper time alone. While then, God be with you! + Exeunt all but Macbeth and an Attendant. + Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men + Our pleasure? + ATTENDANT. They are, my lord, without the palace gate. + MACBETH. Bring them before us. Exit Attendant. + To be thus is nothing, + But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo. + Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature + Reigns that which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares, + And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, + He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor + To act in safety. There is none but he + Whose being I do fear; and under him + My genius is rebuked, as it is said + Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters + When first they put the name of King upon me + And bade them speak to him; then prophet-like + They hail'd him father to a line of kings. + Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown + And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, + Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, + No son of mine succeeding. If't be so, + For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind, + For them the gracious Duncan have I murther'd, + Put rancors in the vessel of my peace + Only for them, and mine eternal jewel + Given to the common enemy of man, + To make them kings -the seed of Banquo kings! + Rather than so, come, Fate, into the list, + And champion me to the utterance! Who's there? + + Re-enter Attendant, with two Murtherers. + + Now go to the door, and stay there till we call. + Exit Attendant. + Was it not yesterday we spoke together? + FIRST MURTHERER. It was, so please your Highness. + MACBETH. Well then, now + Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know + That it was he in the times past which held you + So under fortune, which you thought had been + Our innocent self? This I made good to you + In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you: + How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the instruments, + Who wrought with them, and all things else that might + To half a soul and to a notion crazed + Say, "Thus did Banquo." + FIRST MURTHERER. You made it known to us. + MACBETH. I did so, and went further, which is now + Our point of second meeting. Do you find + Your patience so predominant in your nature, + That you can let this go? Are you so gospel'd, + To pray for this good man and for his issue, + Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave + And beggar'd yours forever? + FIRST MURTHERER. We are men, my liege. + MACBETH. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men, + As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, + Shoughs, waterrugs, and demi-wolves are clept + All by the name of dogs. The valued file + Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, + The housekeeper, the hunter, every one + According to the gift which bounteous nature + Hath in him closed, whereby he does receive + Particular addition, from the bill + That writes them all alike; and so of men. + Now if you have a station in the file, + Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say it, + And I will put that business in your bosoms + Whose execution takes your enemy off, + Grapples you to the heart and love of us, + Who wear our health but sickly in his life, + Which in his death were perfect. + SECOND MURTHERER. I am one, my liege, + Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world + Have so incensed that I am reckless what + I do to spite the world. + FIRST MURTHERER. And I another + So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, + That I would set my life on any chance, + To mend it or be rid on't. + MACBETH. Both of you + Know Banquo was your enemy. + BOTH MURTHERERS. True, my lord. + MACBETH. So is he mine, and in such bloody distance + That every minute of his being thrusts + Against my near'st of life; and though I could + With barefaced power sweep him from my sight + And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, + For certain friends that are both his and mine, + Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall + Who I myself struck down. And thence it is + That I to your assistance do make love, + Masking the business from the common eye + For sundry weighty reasons. + SECOND MURTHERER. We shall, my lord, + Perform what you command us. + FIRST MURTHERER. Though our lives- + MACBETH. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at +most + I will advise you where to plant yourselves, + Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, + The moment on't; for't must be done tonight + And something from the palace (always thought + That I require a clearness); and with him- + To leave no rubs nor botches in the work- + Fleance his son, that keeps him company, + Whose absence is no less material to me + Than is his father's, must embrace the fate + Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart; + I'll come to you anon. + BOTH MURTHERERS. We are resolved, my lord. + MACBETH. I'll call upon you straight. Abide within. + Exeunt Murtherers. + It is concluded: Banquo, thy soul's flight, + If it find heaven, must find it out tonight. Exit. + + + + +SCENE II. +The palace. + +Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant. + + LADY MACBETH. Is Banquo gone from court? + SERVANT. Ay, madam, but returns again tonight. + LADY MACBETH. Say to the King I would attend his leisure + For a few words. + SERVANT. Madam, I will. Exit. + LADY MACBETH. Nought's had, all's spent, + Where our desire is got without content. + 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy + Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. + + Enter Macbeth. + + How now, my lord? Why do you keep alone, + Of sorriest fancies your companions making, + Using those thoughts which should indeed have died + With them they think on? Things without all remedy + Should be without regard. What's done is done. + MACBETH. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. + She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice + Remains in danger of her former tooth. + But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, + Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep + In the affliction of these terrible dreams + That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, + Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, + Than on the torture of the mind to lie + In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; + After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. + Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, + Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, + Can touch him further. + LADY MACBETH. Come on, + Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; + Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight. + MACBETH. So shall I, love, and so, I pray, be you. + Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; + Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue: + Unsafe the while, that we + Must lave our honors in these flattering streams, + And make our faces vizards to our hearts, + Disguising what they are. + LADY MACBETH. You must leave this. + MACBETH. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! + Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance lives. + LADY MACBETH. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. + MACBETH. There's comfort yet; they are assailable. + Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown + His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons + The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums + Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done + A deed of dreadful note. + LADY MACBETH. What's to be done? + MACBETH. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, + Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, + Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, + And with thy bloody and invisible hand + Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond + Which keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the crow + Makes wing to the rooky wood; + Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, + Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. + Thou marvel'st at my words, but hold thee still: + Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. + So, prithee, go with me. Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE III. +A park near the palace. + +Enter three Murtherers. + + FIRST MURTHERER. But who did bid thee join with us? + THIRD MURTHERER. Macbeth. + SECOND MURTHERER. He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers + Our offices and what we have to do + To the direction just. + FIRST MURTHERER. Then stand with us. + The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day; + Now spurs the lated traveler apace + To gain the timely inn, and near approaches + The subject of our watch. + THIRD MURTHERER. Hark! I hear horses. + BANQUO. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho! + SECOND MURTHERER. Then 'tis he; the rest + That are within the note of expectation + Already are i' the court. + FIRST MURTHERER. His horses go about. + THIRD MURTHERER. Almost a mile, but he does usually- + So all men do -from hence to the palace gate + Make it their walk. + SECOND MURTHERER. A light, a light! + + Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch. + + THIRD MURTHERER. 'Tis he. + FIRST MURTHERER. Stand to't. + BANQUO. It will be rain tonight. + FIRST MURTHERER. Let it come down. + They set upon Banquo. + BANQUO. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! + Thou mayst revenge. O slave! Dies. Fleance escapes. + THIRD MURTHERER. Who did strike out the light? + FIRST MURTHERER. Wast not the way? + THIRD MURTHERER. There's but one down; the son is fled. + SECOND MURTHERER. We have lost + Best half of our affair. + FIRST MURTHERER. Well, let's away and say how much is done. + Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE IV. +A Hall in the palace. A banquet prepared. + +Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants. + + MACBETH. You know your own degrees; sit down. At first + And last the hearty welcome. + LORDS. Thanks to your Majesty. + MACBETH. Ourself will mingle with society + And play the humble host. + Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time + We will require her welcome. + LADY MACBETH. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends, + For my heart speaks they are welcome. + + Enter first Murtherer to the door. + + MACBETH. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. + Both sides are even; here I'll sit i' the midst. + Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure + The table round. [Approaches the door.] There's blood upon +thy + face. + MURTHERER. 'Tis Banquo's then. + MACBETH. 'Tis better thee without than he within. + Is he dispatch'd? + MURTHERER. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. + MACBETH. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats! Yet he's good + That did the like for Fleance. If thou didst it, + Thou art the nonpareil. + MURTHERER. Most royal sir, + Fleance is 'scaped. + MACBETH. [Aside.] Then comes my fit again. I had else been +perfect, + Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, + As broad and general as the casing air; + But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in + To saucy doubts and fears -But Banquo's safe? + MURTHERER. Ay, my good lord. Safe in a ditch he bides, + With twenty trenched gashes on his head, + The least a death to nature. + MACBETH. Thanks for that. + There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled + Hath nature that in time will venom breed, + No teeth for the present. Get thee gone. Tomorrow + We'll hear ourselves again. + Exit Murtherer. + LADY MACBETH. My royal lord, + You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold + That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis amaking, + 'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home; + From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony; + Meeting were bare without it. + MACBETH. Sweet remembrancer! + Now good digestion wait on appetite, + And health on both! + LENNOX. May't please your Highness sit. + + The Ghost of Banquo enters and sits in Macbeth's place. + + MACBETH. Here had we now our country's honor roof'd, + Were the graced person of our Banquo present, + Who may I rather challenge for unkindness + Than pity for mischance! + ROSS. His absence, sir, + Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your Highness + To grace us with your royal company? + MACBETH. The table's full. + LENNOX. Here is a place reserved, sir. + MACBETH. Where? + LENNOX. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your Highness? + MACBETH. Which of you have done this? + LORDS. What, my good lord? + MACBETH. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake + Thy gory locks at me. + ROSS. Gentlemen, rise; his Highness is not well. + LADY MACBETH. Sit, worthy friends; my lord is often thus, + And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat. + The fit is momentary; upon a thought + He will again be well. If much you note him, + You shall offend him and extend his passion. + Feed, and regard him not-Are you a man? + MACBETH. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that + Which might appal the devil. + LADY MACBETH. O proper stuff! + This is the very painting of your fear; + This is the air-drawn dagger which you said + Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, + Impostors to true fear, would well become + A woman's story at a winter's fire, + Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! + Why do you make such faces? When all's done, + You look but on a stool. + MACBETH. Prithee, see there! Behold! Look! Lo! How say you? + Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. + If charnel houses and our graves must send + Those that we bury back, our monuments + Shall be the maws of kites. Exit Ghost. + LADY MACBETH. What, quite unmann'd in folly? + MACBETH. If I stand here, I saw him. + LADY MACBETH. Fie, for shame! + MACBETH. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, + Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal; + Ay, and since too, murthers have been perform'd + Too terrible for the ear. The time has been, + That, when the brains were out, the man would die, + And there an end; but now they rise again, + With twenty mortal murthers on their crowns, + And push us from our stools. This is more strange + Than such a murther is. + LADY MACBETH. My worthy lord, + Your noble friends do lack you. + MACBETH. I do forget. + Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends. + I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing + To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; + Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine, fill full. + I drink to the general joy o' the whole table, + And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss. + Would he were here! To all and him we thirst, + And all to all. + LORDS. Our duties and the pledge. + + Re-enter Ghost. + + MACBETH. Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! + Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; + Thou hast no speculation in those eyes + Which thou dost glare with. + LADY MACBETH. Think of this, good peers, + But as a thing of custom. 'Tis no other, + Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. + MACBETH. What man dare, I dare. + Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, + The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; + Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves + Shall never tremble. Or be alive again, + And dare me to the desert with thy sword. + If trembling I inhabit then, protest me + The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! + Unreal mockery, hence! Exit Ghost. + Why, so, being gone, + I am a man again. Pray you sit still. + LADY MACBETH. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good +meeting, + With most admired disorder. + MACBETH. Can such things be, + And overcome us like a summer's cloud, + Without our special wonder? You make me strange + Even to the disposition that I owe + When now I think you can behold such sights + And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks + When mine is blanch'd with fear. + ROSS. What sights, my lord? + LADY MACBETH. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; + Question enrages him. At once, good night. + Stand not upon the order of your going, + But go at once. + LENNOX. Good night, and better health + Attend his Majesty! + LADY MACBETH. A kind good night to all! + Exeunt all but Macbeth and Lady Macbeth. + MACBETH. It will have blood; they say blood will have blood. + Stones have been known to move and trees to speak; + Augures and understood relations have + By maggot pies and choughs and rooks brought forth + The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? + LADY MACBETH. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. + MACBETH. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person + At our great bidding? + LADY MACBETH. Did you send to him, sir? + MACBETH. I hear it by the way, but I will send. + There's not a one of them but in his house + I keep a servant feed. I will tomorrow, + And betimes I will, to the weird sisters. + More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, + By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good + All causes shall give way. I am in blood + Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, + Returning were as tedious as go o'er. + Strange things I have in head that will to hand, + Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd. + LADY MACBETH. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. + MACBETH. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse + Is the initiate fear that wants hard use. + We are yet but young in deed. Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE V. +A heath. Thunder. + +Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate. + + FIRST WITCH. Why, how now, Hecate? You look angerly. + HECATE. Have I not reason, beldams as you are, + Saucy and overbold? How did you dare + To trade and traffic with Macbeth + In riddles and affairs of death, + And I, the mistress of your charms, + The close contriver of all harms, + Was never call'd to bear my part, + Or show the glory of our art? + And, which is worse, all you have done + Hath been but for a wayward son, + Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, + Loves for his own ends, not for you. + But make amends now. Get you gone, + And at the pit of Acheron + Meet me i' the morning. Thither he + Will come to know his destiny. + Your vessels and your spells provide, + Your charms and everything beside. + I am for the air; this night I'll spend + Unto a dismal and a fatal end. + Great business must be wrought ere noon: + Upon the corner of the moon + There hangs a vaporous drop profound; + I'll catch it ere it come to ground. + And that distill'd by magic sleights + Shall raise such artificial sprites + As by the strength of their illusion + Shall draw him on to his confusion. + He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear + His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear. + And you all know security + Is mortals' chiefest enemy. + Music and a song within, + "Come away, come away." + Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see, + Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me. Exit. + FIRST WITCH. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. + Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE VI. +Forres. The palace. + +Enter Lennox and another Lord. + + LENNOX. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, + Which can interpret farther; only I say + Thing's have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan + Was pitied of Macbeth; marry, he was dead. + And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late, + Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, + For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. + Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous + It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain + To kill their gracious father? Damned fact! + How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight, + In pious rage, the two delinquents tear + That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? + Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too, + For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive + To hear the men deny't. So that, I say, + He has borne all things well; and I do think + That, had he Duncan's sons under his key- + As, an't please heaven, he shall not -they should find + What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. + But, peace! For from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd + His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, + Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell + Where he bestows himself? + LORD. The son of Duncan, + From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, + Lives in the English court and is received + Of the most pious Edward with such grace + That the malevolence of fortune nothing + Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff + Is gone to pray the holy King, upon his aid + To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward; + That by the help of these, with Him above + To ratify the work, we may again + Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, + Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, + Do faithful homage, and receive free honors- + All which we pine for now. And this report + Hath so exasperate the King that he + Prepares for some attempt of war. + LENNOX. Sent he to Macduff? + LORD. He did, and with an absolute "Sir, not I," + The cloudy messenger turns me his back, + And hums, as who should say, "You'll rue the time + That clogs me with this answer." + LENNOX. And that well might + Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance + His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel + Fly to the court of England and unfold + His message ere he come, that a swift blessing + May soon return to this our suffering country + Under a hand accursed! + LORD. I'll send my prayers with him. + Exeunt. + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +ACT IV. SCENE I. +A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. + +Enter the three Witches. + FIRST WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. + SECOND WITCH. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. + THIRD WITCH. Harpier cries, "'Tis time, 'tis time." + FIRST WITCH. Round about the cauldron go; + In the poison'd entrails throw. + Toad, that under cold stone + Days and nights has thirty-one + Swelter'd venom sleeping got, + Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. + ALL. Double, double, toil and trouble; + Fire burn and cauldron bubble. + SECOND WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake, + In the cauldron boil and bake; + Eye of newt and toe of frog, + Wool of bat and tongue of dog, + Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, + Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, + For a charm of powerful trouble, + Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. + ALL. Double, double, toil and trouble; + Fire burn and cauldron bubble. + THIRD WITCH. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, + Witch's mummy, maw and gulf + Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, + Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, + Liver of blaspheming Jew, + Gall of goat and slips of yew + Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse, + Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, + Finger of birth-strangled babe + Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, + Make the gruel thick and slab. + Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, + For the ingredients of our cauldron. + ALL. Double, double, toil and trouble; + Fire burn and cauldron bubble. + SECOND WITCH. Cool it with a baboon's blood, + Then the charm is firm and good. + + Enter Hecate to the other three Witches. + + HECATE. O, well done! I commend your pains, + And everyone shall share i' the gains. + And now about the cauldron sing, + Like elves and fairies in a ring, + Enchanting all that you put in. + Music and a song, "Black spirits." + Hecate retires. + SECOND WITCH. By the pricking of my thumbs, + Something wicked this way comes. + Open, locks, + Whoever knocks! + + Enter Macbeth. + + MACBETH. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? + What is't you do? + ALL. A deed without a name. + MACBETH. I conjure you, by that which you profess + (Howeer you come to know it) answer me: + Though you untie the winds and let them fight + Against the churches, though the yesty waves + Confound and swallow navigation up, + Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down, + Though castles topple on their warders' heads, + Though palaces and pyramids do slope + Their heads to their foundations, though the treasure + Of nature's germaines tumble all together + Even till destruction sicken, answer me + To what I ask you. + FIRST WITCH. Speak. + SECOND WITCH. Demand. + THIRD WITCH. We'll answer. + FIRST WITCH. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, + Or from our masters'? + MACBETH. Call 'em, let me see 'em. + FIRST WITCH. Pour in sow's blood that hath eaten + Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten + From the murtherer's gibbet throw + Into the flame. + ALL. Come, high or low; + Thyself and office deftly show! + + Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head. + + MACBETH. Tell me, thou unknown power- + FIRST WITCH. He knows thy thought: + Hear his speech, but say thou nought. + FIRST APPARITION. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff, + Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. + Descends. + MACBETH. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; + Thou hast harp'd my fear aright. But one word more- + FIRST WITCH. He will not be commanded. Here's another, + More potent than the first. + + Thunder. Second Apparition: a bloody Child. + + SECOND APPARITION. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! + MACBETH. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. + SECOND APPARITION. Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to +scorn + The power of man, for none of woman born + Shall harm Macbeth. Descends. + MACBETH. Then live, Macduff. What need I fear of thee? + But yet I'll make assurance double sure, + And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live, + That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, + And sleep in spite of thunder. + + Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, + with a tree in his hand. + + What is this, + That rises like the issue of a king, + And wears upon his baby brow the round + And top of sovereignty? + ALL. Listen, but speak not to't. + THIRD APPARITION. Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care + Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are. + Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until + Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill + Shall come against him. Descends. + MACBETH. That will never be. + Who can impress the forest, bid the tree + Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good! + Rebellion's head, rise never till the Wood + Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth + Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath + To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart + Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art + Can tell so much, shall Banquo's issue ever + Reign in this kingdom? + ALL. Seek to know no more. + MACBETH. I will be satisfied! Deny me this, + And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. + Why sinks that cauldron, and what noise is this? + Hautboys. + FIRST WITCH. Show! + SECOND WITCH. Show! + THIRD. WITCH. Show! + ALL. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; + Come like shadows, so depart! + + A show of eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand; + Banquo's Ghost following. + + MACBETH. Thou are too like the spirit of Banquo; down! + Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair, + Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. + A third is like the former. Filthy hags! + Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes! + What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? + Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more! + And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass + Which shows me many more; and some I see + That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry. + Horrible sight! Now I see 'tis true; + For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, + And points at them for his. What, is this so? + FIRST WITCH. Ay, sir, all this is so. But why + Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? + Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites, + And show the best of our delights. + I'll charm the air to give a sound, + While you perform your antic round, + That this great King may kindly say + Our duties did his welcome pay. + Music. The Witches dance and + then vanish with Hecate. + MACBETH. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour + Stand ay accursed in the calendar! + Come in, without there! + + Enter Lennox. + + LENNOX. What's your Grace's will? + MACBETH. Saw you the weird sisters? + LENNOX. No, my lord. + MACBETH. Came they not by you? + LENNOX. No indeed, my lord. + MACBETH. Infected be the air whereon they ride, + And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear + The galloping of horse. Who wast came by? + LENNOX. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word + Macduff is fled to England. + MACBETH. Fled to England? + LENNOX. Ay, my good lord. + MACBETH. [Aside.] Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits. + The flighty purpose never is o'ertook + Unless the deed go with it. From this moment + The very firstlings of my heart shall be + The firstlings of my hand. And even now, + To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: + The castle of Macduff I will surprise, + Seize upon Fife, give to the edge o' the sword + His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls + That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; + This deed I'll do before this purpose cool. + But no more sights! -Where are these gentlemen? + Come, bring me where they are. Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE II. +Fife. Macduff's castle. + +Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Ross. + + LADY MACDUFF. What had he done, to make him fly the land? + ROSS. You must have patience, madam. + LADY MACDUFF. He had none; + His flight was madness. When our actions do not, + Our fears do make us traitors. + ROSS. You know not + Whether it was his wisdom or his fear. + LADY MACDUFF. Wisdom? To leave his wife, to leave his babes, + His mansion, and his titles, in a place + From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; + He wants the natural touch; for the poor wren, + The most diminutive of birds, will fight, + Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. + All is the fear and nothing is the love; + As little is the wisdom, where the flight + So runs against all reason. + ROSS. My dearest coz, + I pray you, school yourself. But for your husband, + He is noble, wise, Judicious, and best knows + The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much further; + But cruel are the times when we are traitors + And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor + From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, + But float upon a wild and violent sea + Each way and move. I take my leave of you; + Shall not be long but I'll be here again. + Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward + To what they were before. My pretty cousin, + Blessing upon you! + LADY MACDUFF. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. + ROSS. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, + It would be my disgrace and your discomfort. + I take my leave at once. Exit. + LADY MACDUFF. Sirrah, your father's dead. + And what will you do now? How will you live? + SON. As birds do, Mother. + LADY MACDUFF. What, with worms and flies? + SON. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. + LADY MACDUFF. Poor bird! Thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime, + The pitfall nor the gin. + SON. Why should I, Mother? Poor birds they are not set for. + My father is not dead, for all your saying. + LADY MACDUFF. Yes, he is dead. How wilt thou do for father? + SON. Nay, how will you do for a husband? + LADY MACDUFF. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. + SON. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. + LADY MACDUFF. Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet, i' +faith, + With wit enough for thee. + SON. Was my father a traitor, Mother? + LADY MACDUFF. Ay, that he was. + SON. What is a traitor? + LADY MACDUFF. Why one that swears and lies. + SON. And be all traitors that do so? + LADY MACDUFF. Everyone that does so is a traitor and must be + hanged. + SON. And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? + LADY MACDUFF. Everyone. + SON. Who must hang them? + LADY MACDUFF. Why, the honest men. + SON. Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars +and + swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them. + LADY MACDUFF. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt +thou do + for a father? + SON. If he were dead, you'ld weep for him; if you would not, it + were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. + LADY MACDUFF. Poor prattler, how thou talk'st! + + Enter a Messenger. + + MESSENGER. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, + Though in your state of honor I am perfect. + I doubt some danger does approach you nearly. + If you will take a homely man's advice, + Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. + To fright you thus, methinks I am too savage; + To do worse to you were fell cruelty, + Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you! + I dare abide no longer. Exit. + LADY MACDUFF. Whither should I fly? + I have done no harm. But I remember now + I am in this earthly world, where to do harm + Is often laudable, to do good sometime + Accounted dangerous folly. Why then, alas, + Do I put up that womanly defense, + To say I have done no harm -What are these faces? + + Enter Murtherers. + + FIRST MURTHERER. Where is your husband? + LADY MACDUFF. I hope, in no place so unsanctified + Where such as thou mayst find him. + FIRST MURTHERER. He's a traitor. + SON. Thou liest, thou shag-ear'd villain! + FIRST MURTHERER. What, you egg! + Stabs him. + Young fry of treachery! + SON. He has kill'd me, Mother. + Run away, I pray you! Dies. + Exit Lady Macduff, crying "Murther!" + Exeunt Murtherers, following her. + + + + +SCENE III. +England. Before the King's palace. + +Enter Malcolm and Macduff. + + MALCOLM. Let us seek out some desolate shade and there + Weep our sad bosoms empty. + MACDUFF. Let us rather + Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men + Bestride our downfall'n birthdom. Each new morn + New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows + Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds + As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out + Like syllable of dolor. + MALCOLM. What I believe, I'll wail; + What know, believe; and what I can redress, + As I shall find the time to friend, I will. + What you have spoke, it may be so perchance. + This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, + Was once thought honest. You have loved him well; + He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young, but something + You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom + To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb + To appease an angry god. + MACDUFF. I am not treacherous. + MALCOLM. But Macbeth is. + A good and virtuous nature may recoil + In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon; + That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose. + Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. + Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, + Yet grace must still look so. + MACDUFF. I have lost my hopes. + MALCOLM. Perchance even there where I did find my doubts. + Why in that rawness left you wife and child, + Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, + Without leave-taking? I pray you, + Let not my jealousies be your dishonors, + But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just, + Whatever I shall think. + MACDUFF. Bleed, bleed, poor country! + Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, + For goodness dare not check thee. Wear thou thy wrongs; + The title is affeer'd. Fare thee well, lord. + I would not be the villain that thou think'st + For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp + And the rich East to boot. + MALCOLM. 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. I think withal + There would be hands uplifted in my right; + And here from gracious England have I offer + Of goodly thousands. But for all this, + When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, + Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country + Shall have more vices than it had before, + More suffer and more sundry ways than ever, + By him that shall succeed. + MACDUFF. What should he be? + MALCOLM. It is myself I mean, in whom I know + All the particulars of vice so grafted + That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth + Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state + Esteem him as a lamb, being compared + With my confineless harms. + MACDUFF. Not in the legions + Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd + In evils to top Macbeth. + MALCOLM. I grant him bloody, + Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, + Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin + That has a name. But there's no bottom, none, + In my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters, + Your matrons, and your maids could not fill up + The cestern of my lust, and my desire + All continent impediments would o'erbear + That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth + Than such an one to reign. + MACDUFF. Boundless intemperance + In nature is a tyranny; it hath been + The untimely emptying of the happy throne, + And fall of many kings. But fear not yet + To take upon you what is yours. You may + Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty + And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink. + We have willing dames enough; there cannot be + That vulture in you to devour so many + As will to greatness dedicate themselves, + Finding it so inclined. + MALCOLM. With this there grows + In my most ill-composed affection such + A stanchless avarice that, were I King, + I should cut off the nobles for their lands, + Desire his jewels and this other's house, + And my more-having would be as a sauce + To make me hunger more, that I should forge + Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, + Destroying them for wealth. + MACDUFF. This avarice + Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root + Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been + The sword of our slain kings. Yet do not fear; + Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will + Of your mere own. All these are portable, + With other graces weigh'd. + MALCOLM. But I have none. The king-becoming graces, + As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, + Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, + Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, + I have no relish of them, but abound + In the division of each several crime, + Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should + Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, + Uproar the universal peace, confound + All unity on earth. + MACDUFF. O Scotland, Scotland! + MALCOLM. If such a one be fit to govern, speak. + I am as I have spoken. + MACDUFF. Fit to govern? + No, not to live. O nation miserable! + With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, + When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, + Since that the truest issue of thy throne + By his own interdiction stands accursed + And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father + Was a most sainted king; the queen that bore thee, + Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, + Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! + These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself + Have banish'd 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 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! 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 + 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 + 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? + 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. + MALCOLM. I thank you, Doctor. Exit Doctor. + MACDUFF. What's the disease he means? + MALCOLM. 'Tis call'd the evil: + A most miraculous work in this good King, + Which often, since my here-remain in England, + I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, + Himself best knows; but strangely-visited people, + All swol'n and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, + The mere despair of surgery, he cures, + Hanging a golden stamp about their necks + Put on with holy prayers; and 'tis spoken, + To the succeeding royalty he leaves + The healing benediction. With this strange virtue + He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, + And sundry blessings hang about his throne + That speak him full of grace. + + Enter Ross. + + MACDUFF. See, who comes here? + MALCOLM. My countryman, but yet I know him not. + MACDUFF. My ever gentle cousin, welcome hither. + MALCOLM. I know him now. Good God, betimes remove + The means that makes us strangers! + ROSS. Sir, amen. + MACDUFF. Stands Scotland where it did? + ROSS. Alas, poor country, + Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot + Be call'd our mother, but our grave. Where nothing, + But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; + Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air, + Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems + A modern ecstasy. The dead man's knell + Is there scarce ask'd for who, and good men's lives + Expire before the flowers in their caps, + Dying or ere they sicken. + MACDUFF. O, relation + Too nice, and yet too true! + MALCOLM. What's the newest grief? + ROSS. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; + Each minute teems a new one. + MACDUFF. How does my wife? + ROSS. Why, well. + MACDUFF. And all my children? + ROSS. Well too. + MACDUFF. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? + ROSS. No, they were well at peace when I did leave 'em. + MACDUFF. Be not a niggard of your speech. How goest? + ROSS. When I came hither to transport the tidings, + Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor + Of many worthy fellows that were out, + Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, + For that I saw the tyrant's power afoot. + Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland + Would create soldiers, make our women fight, + To doff their dire distresses. + MALCOLM. Be't their comfort + We are coming thither. Gracious England hath + Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; + An older and a better soldier none + That Christendom gives out. + ROSS. Would I could answer + This comfort with the like! But I have words + That would be howl'd out in the desert air, + Where hearing should not latch them. + MACDUFF. What concern they? + The general cause? Or is it a fee-grief + Due to some single breast? + ROSS. No mind that's honest + But in it shares some woe, though the main part + Pertains to you alone. + MACDUFF. If it be mine, + Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. + ROSS. Let not your ears despise my tongue forever, + Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound + That ever yet they heard. + MACDUFF. Humh! I guess at it. + ROSS. Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes + Savagely slaughter'd. To relate the manner + Were, on the quarry of these murther'd deer, + To add the death of you. + MALCOLM. Merciful heaven! + What, man! Neer pull your hat upon your brows; + Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak + Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. + MACDUFF. My children too? + ROSS. Wife, children, servants, all + That could be found. + MACDUFF. And I must be from thence! + My wife kill'd too? + ROSS. I have said. + MALCOLM. Be comforted. + Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, + To cure this deadly grief. + MACDUFF. He has no children. All my pretty ones? + Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? + What, all my pretty chickens and their dam + At one fell swoop? + MALCOLM. Dispute it like a man. + MACDUFF. I shall do so, + But I must also feel it as a man. + I cannot but remember such things were + That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, + And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, + They were all struck for thee! Naught that I am, + Not for their own demerits, but for mine, + Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now! + MALCOLM. Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief + Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. + MACDUFF. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes + And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, + Cut short all intermission; front to front + Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; + Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, + Heaven forgive him too! + MALCOLM. This tune goes manly. + Come, go we to the King; our power is ready, + Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth + Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above + Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may, + The night is long that never finds the day. Exeunt. + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +ACT V. SCENE I. +Dunsinane. Anteroom in the castle. + +Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting Gentlewoman. + + DOCTOR. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no + truth in your report. When was it she last walked? + GENTLEWOMAN. Since his Majesty went into the field, I have seen +her + rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her + closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, + afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this +while + in a most fast sleep. + DOCTOR. 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? + GENTLEWOMAN. That, sir, which I will not report after her. + DOCTOR. You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should. + GENTLEWOMAN. Neither to you nor anyone, 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 close. + DOCTOR. How came she by that light? + GENTLEWOMAN. Why, it stood by her. She has light by her + continually; 'tis her command. + DOCTOR. You see, her eyes are open. + GENTLEWOMAN. Ay, but their sense is shut. + DOCTOR. What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands. + GENTLEWOMAN. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus + washing her hands. I have known her continue in this a +quarter of + an hour. + LADY MACBETH. Yet here's a spot. + DOCTOR. Hark, she speaks! I will set down what comes from her, +to + satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. + 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 old man to +have + had so much blood in him? + DOCTOR. Do you mark that? + LADY MACBETH. The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? +What, + will these hands neer be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no +more + o' that. You mar all with this starting. + DOCTOR. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. + GENTLEWOMAN. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of +that. + Heaven knows what she has known. + LADY MACBETH. Here's the smell of the blood still. All the +perfumes + of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh! + DOCTOR. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. + GENTLEWOMAN. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the + dignity of the whole body. + DOCTOR. Well, well, well- + GENTLEWOMAN. Pray God it be, sir. + DOCTOR. This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known +those + which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in +their + beds. + LADY MACBETH. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not +so + pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come +out + on's grave. + DOCTOR. Even so? + LADY MACBETH. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. +Come, + come, come, come, give me your hand.What's done cannot be +undone. + To bed, to bed, to bed. +Exit. + DOCTOR. Will she go now to bed? + GENTLEWOMAN. Directly. + DOCTOR. 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. + GENTLEWOMAN. Good night, good doctor. + Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE II. +The country near Dunsinane. Drum and colors. + +Enter Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox, and Soldiers. + + MENTEITH. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, + His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. + Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes + Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm + Excite the mortified man. + ANGUS. Near Birnam Wood + Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. + CAITHNESS. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? + LENNOX. For certain, sir, he is not; I have a file + Of all the gentry. There is Seward's son + And many unrough youths that even now + Protest their first of manhood. + MENTEITH. What does the tyrant? + CAITHNESS. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies. + Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, + Do call it valiant fury; but, for certain, + He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause + Within the belt of rule. + ANGUS. Now does he feel + His secret murthers sticking on his hands, + Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; + Those he commands move only in command, + Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title + Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe + Upon a dwarfish thief. + MENTEITH. Who then shall blame + His pester'd senses to recoil and start, + When all that is within him does condemn + Itself for being there? + CAITHNESS. Well, march we on + To give obedience where 'tis truly owed. + Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal, + And with him pour we, in our country's purge, + Each drop of us. + LENNOX. Or so much as it needs + To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. + Make we our march towards Birnam. Exeunt marching. + + + + +SCENE III. +Dunsinane. A room in the castle. + +Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. + + MACBETH. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all! + Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane + I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? + Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know + All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: + "Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman + Shall e'er have power upon thee." Then fly, false Thanes, + And mingle with the English epicures! + The mind I sway by and the heart I bear + Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. + + Enter a Servant. + + The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! + Where got'st thou that goose look? + SERVANT. There is ten thousand- + MACBETH. Geese, villain? + SERVANT. Soldiers, sir. + MACBETH. Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, + Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? + Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine + Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? + SERVANT. The English force, so please you. + MACBETH. Take thy face hence. Exit Servant. + Seyton-I am sick at heart, + When I behold- Seyton, I say!- This push + Will chair me ever or disseat me now. + I have lived long enough. My way of life + Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf, + And that which should accompany old age, + As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, + I must not look to have; but in their stead, + Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, + Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not. + Seyton! + + Enter Seyton. + + SEYTON. What's your gracious pleasure? + MACBETH. What news more? + SEYTON. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. + MACBETH. I'll fight, 'til from my bones my flesh be hack'd. + Give me my armor. + SEYTON. 'Tis not needed yet. + MACBETH. I'll put it on. + Send out more horses, skirr the country round, + Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armor. + How does your patient, doctor? + DOCTOR. Not so sick, my lord, + As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, + That keep her from her rest. + MACBETH. Cure her of that. + Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, + Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, + Raze out the written troubles of the brain, + And with some sweet oblivious antidote + Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff + Which weighs upon the heart? + DOCTOR. Therein the patient + Must minister to himself. + MACBETH. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. + Come, put mine armor on; give me my staff. + Seyton, send out. Doctor, the Thanes fly from me. + Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast + The water of my land, find her disease + And purge it to a sound and pristine health, + 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? Hearst thou of them? + DOCTOR. Ay, my good lord, your royal preparation + Makes us hear something. + MACBETH. Bring it after me. + I will not be afraid of death and bane + Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane. + DOCTOR. [Aside.] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, + Profit again should hardly draw me here. Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE IV. +Country near Birnam Wood. Drum and colors. + +Enter Malcolm, old Seward and his Son, Macduff, Menteith, +Caithness, +Angus, Lennox, Ross, and Soldiers, marching. + + MALCOLM. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand + That chambers will be safe. + MENTEITH. We doubt it nothing. + SIWARD. What wood is this before us? + MENTEITH. The Wood of Birnam. + MALCOLM. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, + And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow + The numbers of our host, and make discovery + Err in report of us. + SOLDIERS. It shall be done. + SIWARD. We learn no other but the confident tyrant + Keeps still in Dunsinane and will endure + Our setting down before't. + MALCOLM. 'Tis his main hope; + For where there is advantage to be given, + Both more and less have given him the revolt, + And none serve with him but constrained things + Whose hearts are absent too. + MACDUFF. Let our just censures + Attend the true event, and put we on + Industrious soldiership. + SIWARD. The time approaches + That will with due decision make us know + What we shall say we have and what we owe. + Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, + But certain issue strokes must arbitrate. + Towards which advance the war. + Exeunt marching. + + + + +SCENE V. +Dunsinane. Within the castle. + +Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers, with drum and colors. + + MACBETH. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; + The cry is still, "They come!" Our castle's strength + Will laugh a siege to scorn. Here let them lie + Till famine and the ague eat them up. + Were they not forced with those that should be ours, + We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, + And beat them backward home. + A cry of women within. + What is that noise? + SEYTON. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Exit. + MACBETH. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: + The time has been, my senses would have cool'd + To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair + Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir + As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; + Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, + Cannot once start me. + + Re-enter Seyton. + Wherefore was that cry? + SEYTON. The Queen, my lord, is dead. + MACBETH. She should have died hereafter; + There would have been a time for such a word. + Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow + Creeps in this petty pace from day to day + To the last syllable of recorded time; + And all our yesterdays have lighted fools + The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! + Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player + That struts and frets his hour upon the stage + And then is heard no more. It is a tale + Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, + Signifying nothing. + + Enter a Messenger. + + Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. + MESSENGER. Gracious my lord, + I should report that which I say I saw, + But know not how to do it. + MACBETH. Well, say, sir. + MESSENGER. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, + I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, + The Wood began to move. + MACBETH. Liar and slave! + MESSENGER. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so. + Within this three mile may you see it coming; + I say, a moving grove. + MACBETH. If thou speak'st false, + Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, + Till famine cling thee; if thy speech be sooth, + I care not if thou dost for me as much. + I pull in resolution and begin + To doubt the equivocation of the fiend + That lies like truth. "Fear not, till Birnam Wood + Do come to Dunsinane," and now a wood + Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out! + If this which he avouches does appear, + There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. + I 'gin to be aweary of the sun + And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. + Ring the alarum bell! Blow, wind! Come, wrack! + At least we'll die with harness on our back. Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE VI. +Dunsinane. Before the castle. + +Enter Malcolm, old Siward, Macduff, and their Army, with boughs. +Drum and colors. + + MALCOLM. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, + And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle, + Shall with my cousin, your right noble son, + Lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and we + Shall take upon 's what else remains to do, + According to our order. + SIWARD. Fare you well. + Do we but find the tyrant's power tonight, + Let us be beaten if we cannot fight. + MACDUFF. Make all our trumpets speak, give them all breath, + Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. + Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE VII. +Dunsinane. Before the castle. Alarums. + +Enter Macbeth. + + MACBETH. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, + But bear-like I must fight the course. What's he + That was not born of woman? Such a one + Am I to fear, or none. + + Enter young Siward. + + YOUNG SIWARD. What is thy name? + MACBETH. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. + YOUNG SIWARD. No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name + Than any is in hell. + MACBETH. My name's Macbeth. + YOUNG SIWARD. The devil himself could not pronounce a title + More hateful to mine ear. + MACBETH. No, nor more fearful. + YOUNG SIWARD. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword + I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. + They fight, and young Seward is slain. + MACBETH. Thou wast born of woman. + But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, + Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. Exit. + + Alarums. Enter Macduff. + + MACDUFF. That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! + If thou best slain and with no stroke of mine, + My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. + I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms + Are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth, + Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, + I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; + By this great clatter, one of greatest note + Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune! + And more I beg not. Exit. Alarums. + + Enter Malcolm and old Siward. + + SIWARD. This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd. + The tyrant's people on both sides do fight, + The noble Thanes do bravely in the war, + The day almost itself professes yours, + And little is to do. + MALCOLM. We have met with foes + That strike beside us. + SIWARD. Enter, sir, the castle. + Exeunt. Alarum. + + + + +SCENE VIII. +Another part of the field. + +Enter Macbeth. + + MACBETH. Why should I play the Roman fool and die + On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes + Do better upon them. + + Enter Macduff. + + MACDUFF. Turn, hell hound, turn! + MACBETH. Of all men else I have avoided thee. + But get thee back, my soul is too much charged + With blood of thine already. + MACDUFF. I have no words. + My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain + Than terms can give thee out! They fight. + MACBETH. Thou losest labor. + As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air + With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. + Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; + I bear a charmed life, which must not yield + To one of woman born. + MACDUFF. Despair thy charm, + And let the angel whom thou still hast served + Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb + Untimely ripp'd. + MACBETH. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, + For it hath cow'd my better part of man! + And be these juggling fiends no more believed + That patter with us in a double sense, + That keep the word of promise to our ear + And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. + MACDUFF. Then yield thee, coward, + And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. + We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, + Painted upon a pole, and underwrit, + "Here may you see the tyrant." + MACBETH. I will not yield, + To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, + And to be baited with the rabble's curse. + Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane, + And thou opposed, being of no woman born, + Yet I will try the last. Before my body + I throw my warlike shield! Lay on, Macduff, + And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" + Exeunt fighting. Alarums. + + + + +SCENE IX. + +Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors, Malcolm, old +Siward, Ross, +the other Thanes, and Soldiers. + + MALCOLM. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. + SIWARD. Some must go off, and yet, by these I see, + So great a day as this is cheaply bought. + MALCOLM. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. + ROSS. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt. + He only lived but till he was a man, + The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd + In the unshrinking station where he fought, + But like a man he died. + SIWARD. Then he is dead? + ROSS. Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow + Must not be measured by his worth, for then + It hath no end. + SIWARD. Had he his hurts before? + ROSS. Ay, on the front. + SIWARD. Why then, God's soldier be he! + Had I as many sons as I have hairs, + I would not wish them to a fairer death. + And so his knell is knoll'd. + MALCOLM. He's worth more sorrow, + And that I'll spend for him. + SIWARD. He's worth no more: + They say he parted well and paid his score, + And so God be with him! Here comes newer comfort. + + Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head. + + MACDUFF. Hail, King, for so thou art. Behold where stands + The usurper's cursed head. The time is free. + I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl + That speak my salutation in their minds, + Whose voices I desire aloud with mine- + Hail, King of Scotland! + ALL. Hail, King of Scotland! Flourish. + MALCOLM. We shall not spend a large expense of time + Before we reckon with your several loves + And make us even with you. My Thanes and kinsmen, + Henceforth be Earls, the first that ever Scotland + In such an honor named. What's more to do, + Which would be planted newly with the time, + As calling home our exiled friends abroad + That fled the snares of watchful tyranny, + Producing forth the cruel ministers + Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, + Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands + Took off her life; this, and what needful else + That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace + We will perform in measure, time, and place. + So thanks to all at once and to each one, + Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. + Flourish. Exeunt. + -THE END- + + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. 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