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What is 't you say? the life?
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LENNOX
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Mean you his majesty?
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MACDUFF
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Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
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With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
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See, and then speak yourselves.
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Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX
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Awake, awake!
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Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason!
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Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
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Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
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And look on death itself! up, up, and see
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The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo!
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As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,
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To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.
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Bell rings
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Enter LADY MACBETH
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LADY MACBETH
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What's the business,
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That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
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The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!
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MACDUFF
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O gentle lady,
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'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
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The repetition, in a woman's ear,
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Would murder as it fell.
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Enter BANQUO
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O Banquo, Banquo,
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Our royal master 's murder'd!
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LADY MACBETH
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Woe, alas!
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What, in our house?
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BANQUO
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Too cruel any where.
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Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,
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And say it is not so.
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Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS
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MACBETH
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Had I but died an hour before this chance,
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I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,
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There 's nothing serious in mortality:
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All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
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The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
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Is left this vault to brag of.
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Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN
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DONALBAIN
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What is amiss?
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MACBETH
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You are, and do not know't:
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The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
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Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
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MACDUFF
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Your royal father 's murder'd.
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MALCOLM
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O, by whom?
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LENNOX
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Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't:
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Their hands and faces were an badged with blood;
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So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
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Upon their pillows:
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They stared, and were distracted; no man's life
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Was to be trusted with them.
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MACBETH
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O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
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That I did kill them.
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MACDUFF
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Wherefore did you so?
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MACBETH
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Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
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Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
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The expedition my violent love
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Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
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His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
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And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
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For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
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Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
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Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain,
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That had a heart to love, and in that heart
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Courage to make 's love kno wn?
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LADY MACBETH
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Help me hence, ho!
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MACDUFF
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Look to the lady.
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MALCOLM
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[Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues,
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That most may claim this argument for ours?
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DONALBAIN
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[Aside to MALCOLM] What should be spoken here,
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where our fate,
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Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
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Let 's away;
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Our tears are not yet brew'd.
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MALCOLM
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[Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow
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Upon the foot of motion.
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BANQUO
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Look to the lady:
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LADY MACBETH is carried out
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And when we have our naked frailties hid,
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That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
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And question this most bloody piece of work,
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To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:
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In the great hand of God I stand; and thence
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Against the undivulged pretence I fight
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Of treasonous malice.
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MACDUFF
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And so do I.
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ALL
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So all.
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MACBETH
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Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
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And meet i' the hall together.
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ALL
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Well contented.
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Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.
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MALCOLM
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What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
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To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
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Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
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DONALBAIN
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To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
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Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
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There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
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The nearer bloody.
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MALCOLM
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This murderous shaft that's shot
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Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
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Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
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And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
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But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
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Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.
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Exeunt
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SCENE IV. Outside Macbeth's castle.
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Enter ROSS and an old Man
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Old Man
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Threescore and ten I can remember well:
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Within the volume of which time I have seen
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Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
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Hath trifled former knowings.
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ROSS
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Ah, good father,
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Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
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Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
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And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
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Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
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That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
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When living light should kiss it?
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Old Man
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'Tis unnatural,
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Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
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A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
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Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
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ROSS
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And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
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Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
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Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
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Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
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War with mankind.
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Old Man
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'Tis said they eat each other.
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ROSS
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They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
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That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.
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Enter MACDUFF
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How goes the world, sir, now?
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MACDUFF
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Why, see you not?
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ROSS
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Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?
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MACDUFF
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Those that Macbeth hath slain.
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ROSS
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Alas, the day!
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What good could they pretend?
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MACDUFF
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They were suborn'd:
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Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
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Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
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Suspicion of the deed.
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ROSS
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'Gainst nature still!
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Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
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Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like
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The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
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MACDUFF
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He is already named, and gone to Scone
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To be invested.
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ROSS
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Where is Duncan's body?
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MACDUFF
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Carried to Colmekill,
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The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
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And guardian of their bones.
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ROSS
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Will you to Scone?
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MACDUFF
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No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
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ROSS
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Well, I will thither.
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MACDUFF
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Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
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Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
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ROSS
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Farewell, father.
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Old Man
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God's benison go with you; and with those
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That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
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ACT III
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SCENE I. Forres. The palace.
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Enter BANQUO
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BANQUO
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Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
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As the weird women promised, and, I fear,
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Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said
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It should not stand in thy posterity,
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But that myself should be the root and father
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Of many kings. If there come truth from them--
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As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--
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Why, by the verities on thee made good,
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May they not be my oracles as well,
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And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.
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Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants
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MACBETH
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Here's our chief guest.
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LADY MACBETH
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If he had been forgotten,
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It had been as a gap in our great feast,
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And all-thing unbecoming.
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MACBETH
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To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
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And I'll request your presence.
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BANQUO
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Let your highness
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Command upon me; to the which my duties
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Are with a most indissoluble tie
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For ever knit.
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MACBETH
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Ride you this afternoon?
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BANQUO
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Ay, my good lord.
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MACBETH
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We should have else desired your good advice,
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Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
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In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
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Is't far you ride?
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BANQUO
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As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
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'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
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I must become a borrower of the night
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For a dark hour or twain.
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MACBETH
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Fail not our feast.
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BANQUO
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My lord, I will not.
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MACBETH
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We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
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In England and in Ireland, not confessing
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Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
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With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,
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When therewithal we shall have cause of state
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Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
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Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
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BANQUO
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Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.
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MACBETH
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I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
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And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
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Let every man be master of his time
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Till seven at night: to make society
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The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
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Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!
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Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant
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Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
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Our pleasure?
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ATTENDANT
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They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
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MACBETH
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Bring them before us.
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Exit Attendant
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To be thus is nothing;
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But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo
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Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
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Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;
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And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
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He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
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To act in safety. There is none but he
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Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
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My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,
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Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
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When first they put the name of king upon me,
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And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like
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They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
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Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
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And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
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Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
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No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
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For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;
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For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
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Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
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Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
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Given to the common enemy of man,
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To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
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Rather than so, come fate into the list.
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And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!
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Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers
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Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
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Exit Attendant
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Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
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First Murderer
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It was, so please your highness.
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MACBETH
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Well then, now
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Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
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That it was he in the times past which held you
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So under fortune, which you thought had been
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Our innocent self: this I made good to you
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In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,
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How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,
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the instruments,
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Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
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To half a soul and to a notion crazed
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Say 'Thus did Banquo.'
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First Murderer
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You made it known to us.
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MACBETH
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I did so, and went further, which is now
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Our point of second meeting. Do you find
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Your patience so predominant in your nature
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That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd
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To pray for this good man and for his issue,
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Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave
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And beggar'd yours for ever?
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First Murderer
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We are men, my liege.
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MACBETH
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Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
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As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
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Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
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All by the name of dogs: the valued file
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Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
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The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
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According to the gift which bounteous nature
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Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
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Particular addition. from the bill
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That writes them all alike: and so of men.
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Now, if you have a station in the file,
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Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;
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And I will put that business in your bosoms,
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Whose execution takes your enemy off,
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Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
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Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
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Which in his death were perfect.
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Second Murderer
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I am one, my liege,
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Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
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Have so incensed that I am reckless what
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I do to spite the world.
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First Murderer
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And I another
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So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
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That I would set my lie on any chance,
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To mend it, or be rid on't.
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MACBETH
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Both of you
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Know Banquo was your enemy.
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Both Murderers
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True, my lord.
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MACBETH
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So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
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That every minute of his being thrusts
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Against my near'st of life: and though I could
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With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
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And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
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For certain friends that are both his and mine,
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Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
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Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,
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That I to your assistance do make love,
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Masking the business from the common eye
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For sundry weighty reasons.
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Second Murderer
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We shall, my lord,
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Perform what you command us.
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First Murderer
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Though our lives--
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MACBETH
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Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
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411
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+
I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
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Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,
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The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
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And something from the palace; always thought
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+
That I require a clearness: and with him--
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To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--
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Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
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+
Whose absence is no less material to me
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Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
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Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
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I'll come to you anon.
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+
Both Murderers
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+
We are resolved, my lord.
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MACBETH
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I'll call upon you straight: abide within.
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+
Exeunt Murderers
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427
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+
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+
It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
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429
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+
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.
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+
Exit
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+
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+
SCENE II. The palace.
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+
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434
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Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant
|
435
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+
LADY MACBETH
|
436
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+
Is Banquo gone from court?
|
437
|
+
Servant
|
438
|
+
Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.
|
439
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+
LADY MACBETH
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440
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+
Say to the king, I would attend his leisure
|
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+
For a few words.
|
442
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+
Servant
|
443
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+
Madam, I will.
|
444
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+
Exit
|
445
|
+
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446
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+
LADY MACBETH
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447
|
+
Nought's had, all's spent,
|
448
|
+
Where our desire is got without content:
|
449
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+
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
|
450
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+
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
|
451
|
+
Enter MACBETH
|
452
|
+
|
453
|
+
How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
|
454
|
+
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
|
455
|
+
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
|
456
|
+
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
|
457
|
+
Should be without regard: what's done is done.
|
458
|
+
MACBETH
|
459
|
+
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:
|
460
|
+
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
|
461
|
+
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
|
462
|
+
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the
|
463
|
+
worlds suffer,
|
464
|
+
Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep
|
465
|
+
In the affliction of these terrible dreams
|
466
|
+
That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
|
467
|
+
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
|
468
|
+
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
|
469
|
+
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
|
470
|
+
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
|
471
|
+
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
|
472
|
+
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
|
473
|
+
Can touch him further.
|
474
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
475
|
+
Come on;
|
476
|
+
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
|
477
|
+
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
|
478
|
+
MACBETH
|
479
|
+
So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
|
480
|
+
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
|
481
|
+
Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:
|
482
|
+
Unsafe the while, that we
|
483
|
+
Must lave our honours in these flattering streams,
|
484
|
+
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
|
485
|
+
Disguising what they are.
|
486
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
487
|
+
You must leave this.
|
488
|
+
MACBETH
|
489
|
+
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
|
490
|
+
Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
|
491
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
492
|
+
But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
|
493
|
+
MACBETH
|
494
|
+
There's comfort yet; they are assailable;
|
495
|
+
Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown
|
496
|
+
His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons
|
497
|
+
The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums
|
498
|
+
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
|
499
|
+
A deed of dreadful note.
|
500
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
501
|
+
What's to be done?
|
502
|
+
MACBETH
|
503
|
+
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
|
504
|
+
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
|
505
|
+
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
|
506
|
+
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
|
507
|
+
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
|
508
|
+
Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow
|
509
|
+
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
|
510
|
+
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
|
511
|
+
While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
|
512
|
+
Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
|
513
|
+
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
|
514
|
+
So, prithee, go with me.
|
515
|
+
Exeunt
|
516
|
+
|
517
|
+
SCENE III. A park near the palace.
|
518
|
+
|
519
|
+
Enter three Murderers
|
520
|
+
First Murderer
|
521
|
+
But who did bid thee join with us?
|
522
|
+
Third Murderer
|
523
|
+
Macbeth.
|
524
|
+
Second Murderer
|
525
|
+
He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
|
526
|
+
Our offices and what we have to do
|
527
|
+
To the direction just.
|
528
|
+
First Murderer
|
529
|
+
Then stand with us.
|
530
|
+
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
|
531
|
+
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
|
532
|
+
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
|
533
|
+
The subject of our watch.
|
534
|
+
Third Murderer
|
535
|
+
Hark! I hear horses.
|
536
|
+
BANQUO
|
537
|
+
[Within] Give us a light there, ho!
|
538
|
+
Second Murderer
|
539
|
+
Then 'tis he: the rest
|
540
|
+
That are within the note of expectation
|
541
|
+
Already are i' the court.
|
542
|
+
First Murderer
|
543
|
+
His horses go about.
|
544
|
+
Third Murderer
|
545
|
+
Almost a mile: but he does usually,
|
546
|
+
So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
|
547
|
+
Make it their walk.
|
548
|
+
Second Murderer
|
549
|
+
A light, a light!
|
550
|
+
Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch
|
551
|
+
|
552
|
+
Third Murderer
|
553
|
+
'Tis he.
|
554
|
+
First Murderer
|
555
|
+
Stand to't.
|
556
|
+
BANQUO
|
557
|
+
It will be rain to-night.
|
558
|
+
First Murderer
|
559
|
+
Let it come down.
|
560
|
+
They set upon BANQUO
|
561
|
+
|
562
|
+
BANQUO
|
563
|
+
O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
|
564
|
+
Thou mayst revenge. O slave!
|
565
|
+
Dies. FLEANCE escapes
|
566
|
+
|
567
|
+
Third Murderer
|
568
|
+
Who did strike out the light?
|
569
|
+
First Murderer
|
570
|
+
Wast not the way?
|
571
|
+
Third Murderer
|
572
|
+
There's but one down; the son is fled.
|
573
|
+
Second Murderer
|
574
|
+
We have lost
|
575
|
+
Best half of our affair.
|
576
|
+
First Murderer
|
577
|
+
Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
|
578
|
+
Exeunt
|
579
|
+
|
580
|
+
SCENE IV. The same. Hall in the palace.
|
581
|
+
|
582
|
+
A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants
|
583
|
+
MACBETH
|
584
|
+
You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
|
585
|
+
And last the hearty welcome.
|
586
|
+
Lords
|
587
|
+
Thanks to your majesty.
|
588
|
+
MACBETH
|
589
|
+
Ourself will mingle with society,
|
590
|
+
And play the humble host.
|
591
|
+
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
|
592
|
+
We will require her welcome.
|
593
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
594
|
+
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
|
595
|
+
For my heart speaks they are welcome.
|
596
|
+
First Murderer appears at the door
|
597
|
+
|
598
|
+
MACBETH
|
599
|
+
See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
|
600
|
+
Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:
|
601
|
+
Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
|
602
|
+
The table round.
|
603
|
+
Approaching the door
|
604
|
+
|
605
|
+
There's blood on thy face.
|
606
|
+
First Murderer
|
607
|
+
'Tis Banquo's then.
|
608
|
+
MACBETH
|
609
|
+
'Tis better thee without than he within.
|
610
|
+
Is he dispatch'd?
|
611
|
+
First Murderer
|
612
|
+
My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
|
613
|
+
MACBETH
|
614
|
+
Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good
|
615
|
+
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
|
616
|
+
Thou art the nonpareil.
|
617
|
+
First Murderer
|
618
|
+
Most royal sir,
|
619
|
+
Fleance is 'scaped.
|
620
|
+
MACBETH
|
621
|
+
Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,
|
622
|
+
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
|
623
|
+
As broad and general as the casing air:
|
624
|
+
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
|
625
|
+
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
|
626
|
+
First Murderer
|
627
|
+
Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
|
628
|
+
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
|
629
|
+
The least a death to nature.
|
630
|
+
MACBETH
|
631
|
+
Thanks for that:
|
632
|
+
There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
|
633
|
+
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
|
634
|
+
No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
|
635
|
+
We'll hear, ourselves, again.
|
636
|
+
Exit Murderer
|
637
|
+
|
638
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
639
|
+
My royal lord,
|
640
|
+
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
|
641
|
+
That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,
|
642
|
+
'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;
|
643
|
+
From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
|
644
|
+
Meeting were bare without it.
|
645
|
+
MACBETH
|
646
|
+
Sweet remembrancer!
|
647
|
+
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
|
648
|
+
And health on both!
|
649
|
+
LENNOX
|
650
|
+
May't please your highness sit.
|
651
|
+
The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place
|
652
|
+
|
653
|
+
MACBETH
|
654
|
+
Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
|
655
|
+
Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
|
656
|
+
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
|
657
|
+
Than pity for mischance!
|
658
|
+
ROSS
|
659
|
+
His absence, sir,
|
660
|
+
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
|
661
|
+
To grace us with your royal company.
|
662
|
+
MACBETH
|
663
|
+
The table's full.
|
664
|
+
LENNOX
|
665
|
+
Here is a place reserved, sir.
|
666
|
+
MACBETH
|
667
|
+
Where?
|
668
|
+
LENNOX
|
669
|
+
Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?
|
670
|
+
MACBETH
|
671
|
+
Which of you have done this?
|
672
|
+
Lords
|
673
|
+
What, my good lord?
|
674
|
+
MACBETH
|
675
|
+
Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
|
676
|
+
Thy gory locks at me.
|
677
|
+
ROSS
|
678
|
+
Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
|
679
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
680
|
+
Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
|
681
|
+
And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;
|
682
|
+
The fit is momentary; upon a thought
|
683
|
+
He will again be well: if much you note him,
|
684
|
+
You shall offend him and extend his passion:
|
685
|
+
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
|
686
|
+
MACBETH
|
687
|
+
Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
|
688
|
+
Which might appal the devil.
|
689
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
690
|
+
O proper stuff!
|
691
|
+
This is the very painting of your fear:
|
692
|
+
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
|
693
|
+
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
|
694
|
+
Impostors to true fear, would well become
|
695
|
+
A woman's story at a winter's fire,
|
696
|
+
Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
|
697
|
+
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
|
698
|
+
You look but on a stool.
|
699
|
+
MACBETH
|
700
|
+
Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!
|
701
|
+
how say you?
|
702
|
+
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
|
703
|
+
If charnel-houses and our graves must send
|
704
|
+
Those that we bury back, our monuments
|
705
|
+
Shall be the maws of kites.
|
706
|
+
GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes
|
707
|
+
|
708
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
709
|
+
What, quite unmann'd in folly?
|
710
|
+
MACBETH
|
711
|
+
If I stand here, I saw him.
|
712
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
713
|
+
Fie, for shame!
|
714
|
+
MACBETH
|
715
|
+
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
|
716
|
+
Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
|
717
|
+
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
|
718
|
+
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
|
719
|
+
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
|
720
|
+
And there an end; but now they rise again,
|
721
|
+
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
|
722
|
+
And push us from our stools: this is more strange
|
723
|
+
Than such a murder is.
|
724
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
725
|
+
My worthy lord,
|
726
|
+
Your noble friends do lack you.
|
727
|
+
MACBETH
|
728
|
+
I do forget.
|
729
|
+
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
|
730
|
+
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
|
731
|
+
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
|
732
|
+
Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.
|
733
|
+
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,
|
734
|
+
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
|
735
|
+
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
|
736
|
+
And all to all.
|
737
|
+
Lords
|
738
|
+
Our duties, and the pledge.
|
739
|
+
Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO
|
740
|
+
|
741
|
+
MACBETH
|
742
|
+
Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
|
743
|
+
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
|
744
|
+
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
|
745
|
+
Which thou dost glare with!
|
746
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
747
|
+
Think of this, good peers,
|
748
|
+
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
|
749
|
+
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
|
750
|
+
MACBETH
|
751
|
+
What man dare, I dare:
|
752
|
+
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
|
753
|
+
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
|
754
|
+
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
|
755
|
+
Shall never tremble: or be alive again,
|
756
|
+
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
|
757
|
+
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
|
758
|
+
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
|
759
|
+
Unreal mockery, hence!
|
760
|
+
GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes
|
761
|
+
|
762
|
+
Why, so: being gone,
|
763
|
+
I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
|
764
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
765
|
+
You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
|
766
|
+
With most admired disorder.
|
767
|
+
MACBETH
|
768
|
+
Can such things be,
|
769
|
+
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
|
770
|
+
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
|
771
|
+
Even to the disposition that I owe,
|
772
|
+
When now I think you can behold such sights,
|
773
|
+
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
|
774
|
+
When mine is blanched with fear.
|
775
|
+
ROSS
|
776
|
+
What sights, my lord?
|
777
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
778
|
+
I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
|
779
|
+
Question enrages him. At once, good night:
|
780
|
+
Stand not upon the order of your going,
|
781
|
+
But go at once.
|
782
|
+
LENNOX
|
783
|
+
Good night; and better health
|
784
|
+
Attend his majesty!
|
785
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
786
|
+
A kind good night to all!
|
787
|
+
Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH
|
788
|
+
|
789
|
+
MACBETH
|
790
|
+
It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:
|
791
|
+
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
|
792
|
+
Augurs and understood relations have
|
793
|
+
By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
|
794
|
+
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
|
795
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
796
|
+
Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
|
797
|
+
MACBETH
|
798
|
+
How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
|
799
|
+
At our great bidding?
|
800
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
801
|
+
Did you send to him, sir?
|
802
|
+
MACBETH
|
803
|
+
I hear it by the way; but I will send:
|
804
|
+
There's not a one of them but in his house
|
805
|
+
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
|
806
|
+
And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:
|
807
|
+
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
|
808
|
+
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
|
809
|
+
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
|
810
|
+
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
|
811
|
+
Returning were as tedious as go o'er:
|
812
|
+
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
|
813
|
+
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
|
814
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
815
|
+
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
|
816
|
+
MACBETH
|
817
|
+
Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
|
818
|
+
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
|
819
|
+
We are yet but young in deed.
|
820
|
+
Exeunt
|
821
|
+
|
822
|
+
SCENE V. A Heath.
|
823
|
+
|
824
|
+
Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE
|
825
|
+
First Witch
|
826
|
+
Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.
|
827
|
+
HECATE
|
828
|
+
Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
|
829
|
+
Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
|
830
|
+
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
|
831
|
+
In riddles and affairs of death;
|
832
|
+
And I, the mistress of your charms,
|
833
|
+
The close contriver of all harms,
|
834
|
+
Was never call'd to bear my part,
|
835
|
+
Or show the glory of our art?
|
836
|
+
And, which is worse, all you have done
|
837
|
+
Hath been but for a wayward son,
|
838
|
+
Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
|
839
|
+
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
|
840
|
+
But make amends now: get you gone,
|
841
|
+
And at the pit of Acheron
|
842
|
+
Meet me i' the morning: thither he
|
843
|
+
Will come to know his destiny:
|
844
|
+
Your vessels and your spells provide,
|
845
|
+
Your charms and every thing beside.
|
846
|
+
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
|
847
|
+
Unto a dismal and a fatal end:
|
848
|
+
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
|
849
|
+
Upon the corner of the moon
|
850
|
+
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
|
851
|
+
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
|
852
|
+
And that distill'd by magic sleights
|
853
|
+
Shall raise such artificial sprites
|
854
|
+
As by the strength of their illusion
|
855
|
+
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
|
856
|
+
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
|
857
|
+
He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
|
858
|
+
And you all know, security
|
859
|
+
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
|
860
|
+
Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' & c
|
861
|
+
|
862
|
+
Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
|
863
|
+
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
|
864
|
+
Exit
|
865
|
+
|
866
|
+
First Witch
|
867
|
+
Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.
|
868
|
+
Exeunt
|
869
|
+
|
870
|
+
SCENE VI. Forres. The palace.
|
871
|
+
|
872
|
+
Enter LENNOX and another Lord
|
873
|
+
LENNOX
|
874
|
+
My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
|
875
|
+
Which can interpret further: only, I say,
|
876
|
+
Things have been strangely borne. The
|
877
|
+
gracious Duncan
|
878
|
+
Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:
|
879
|
+
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
|
880
|
+
Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,
|
881
|
+
For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.
|
882
|
+
Who cannot want the thought how monstrous
|
883
|
+
It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
|
884
|
+
To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
|
885
|
+
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight
|
886
|
+
In pious rage the two delinquents tear,
|
887
|
+
That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?
|
888
|
+
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
|
889
|
+
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive
|
890
|
+
To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,
|
891
|
+
He has borne all things well: and I do think
|
892
|
+
That had he Duncan's sons under his key--
|
893
|
+
As, an't please heaven, he shall not--they
|
894
|
+
should find
|
895
|
+
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
|
896
|
+
But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd
|
897
|
+
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear
|
898
|
+
Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell
|
899
|
+
Where he bestows himself?
|
900
|
+
Lord
|
901
|
+
The son of Duncan,
|
902
|
+
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth
|
903
|
+
Lives in the English court, and is received
|
904
|
+
Of the most pious Edward with such grace
|
905
|
+
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
|
906
|
+
Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff
|
907
|
+
Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid
|
908
|
+
To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:
|
909
|
+
That, by the help of these--with Him above
|
910
|
+
To ratify the work--we may again
|
911
|
+
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,
|
912
|
+
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,
|
913
|
+
Do faithful homage and receive free honours:
|
914
|
+
All which we pine for now: and this report
|
915
|
+
Hath so exasperate the king that he
|
916
|
+
Prepares for some attempt of war.
|
917
|
+
LENNOX
|
918
|
+
Sent he to Macduff?
|
919
|
+
Lord
|
920
|
+
He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,'
|
921
|
+
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
|
922
|
+
And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time
|
923
|
+
That clogs me with this answer.'
|
924
|
+
LENNOX
|
925
|
+
And that well might
|
926
|
+
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
|
927
|
+
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
|
928
|
+
Fly to the court of England and unfold
|
929
|
+
His message ere he come, that a swift blessing
|
930
|
+
May soon return to this our suffering country
|
931
|
+
Under a hand accursed!
|
932
|
+
Lord
|
933
|
+
I'll send my prayers with him.
|
934
|
+
Exeunt
|
935
|
+
|
936
|
+
ACT IV
|
937
|
+
|
938
|
+
SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.
|
939
|
+
|
940
|
+
Thunder. Enter the three Witches
|
941
|
+
First Witch
|
942
|
+
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
|
943
|
+
Second Witch
|
944
|
+
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
|
945
|
+
Third Witch
|
946
|
+
Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.
|
947
|
+
First Witch
|
948
|
+
Round about the cauldron go;
|
949
|
+
In the poison'd entrails throw.
|
950
|
+
Toad, that under cold stone
|
951
|
+
Days and nights has thirty-one
|
952
|
+
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
|
953
|
+
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
|
954
|
+
ALL
|
955
|
+
Double, double toil and trouble;
|
956
|
+
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
|
957
|
+
Second Witch
|
958
|
+
Fillet of a fenny snake,
|
959
|
+
In the cauldron boil and bake;
|
960
|
+
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
|
961
|
+
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
|
962
|
+
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
|
963
|
+
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
|
964
|
+
For a charm of powerful trouble,
|
965
|
+
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
|
966
|
+
ALL
|
967
|
+
Double, double toil and trouble;
|
968
|
+
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
|
969
|
+
Third Witch
|
970
|
+
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
|
971
|
+
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
|
972
|
+
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
|
973
|
+
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
|
974
|
+
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
|
975
|
+
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
|
976
|
+
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
|
977
|
+
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
|
978
|
+
Finger of birth-strangled babe
|
979
|
+
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
|
980
|
+
Make the gruel thick and slab:
|
981
|
+
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
|
982
|
+
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
|
983
|
+
ALL
|
984
|
+
Double, double toil and trouble;
|
985
|
+
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
|
986
|
+
Second Witch
|
987
|
+
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
|
988
|
+
Then the charm is firm and good.
|
989
|
+
Enter HECATE to the other three Witches
|
990
|
+
|
991
|
+
HECATE
|
992
|
+
O well done! I commend your pains;
|
993
|
+
And every one shall share i' the gains;
|
994
|
+
And now about the cauldron sing,
|
995
|
+
Live elves and fairies in a ring,
|
996
|
+
Enchanting all that you put in.
|
997
|
+
Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' & c
|
998
|
+
|
999
|
+
HECATE retires
|
1000
|
+
|
1001
|
+
Second Witch
|
1002
|
+
By the pricking of my thumbs,
|
1003
|
+
Something wicked this way comes.
|
1004
|
+
Open, locks,
|
1005
|
+
Whoever knocks!
|
1006
|
+
Enter MACBETH
|
1007
|
+
|
1008
|
+
MACBETH
|
1009
|
+
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
|
1010
|
+
What is't you do?
|
1011
|
+
ALL
|
1012
|
+
A deed without a name.
|
1013
|
+
MACBETH
|
1014
|
+
I conjure you, by that which you profess,
|
1015
|
+
Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:
|
1016
|
+
Though you untie the winds and let them fight
|
1017
|
+
Against the churches; though the yesty waves
|
1018
|
+
Confound and swallow navigation up;
|
1019
|
+
Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;
|
1020
|
+
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
|
1021
|
+
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
|
1022
|
+
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
|
1023
|
+
Of nature's germens tumble all together,
|
1024
|
+
Even till destruction sicken; answer me
|
1025
|
+
To what I ask you.
|
1026
|
+
First Witch
|
1027
|
+
Speak.
|
1028
|
+
Second Witch
|
1029
|
+
Demand.
|
1030
|
+
Third Witch
|
1031
|
+
We'll answer.
|
1032
|
+
First Witch
|
1033
|
+
Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,
|
1034
|
+
Or from our masters?
|
1035
|
+
MACBETH
|
1036
|
+
Call 'em; let me see 'em.
|
1037
|
+
First Witch
|
1038
|
+
Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
|
1039
|
+
Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten
|
1040
|
+
From the murderer's gibbet throw
|
1041
|
+
Into the flame.
|
1042
|
+
ALL
|
1043
|
+
Come, high or low;
|
1044
|
+
Thyself and office deftly show!
|
1045
|
+
Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head
|
1046
|
+
|
1047
|
+
MACBETH
|
1048
|
+
Tell me, thou unknown power,--
|
1049
|
+
First Witch
|
1050
|
+
He knows thy thought:
|
1051
|
+
Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
|
1052
|
+
First Apparition
|
1053
|
+
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
|
1054
|
+
Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.
|
1055
|
+
Descends
|
1056
|
+
|
1057
|
+
MACBETH
|
1058
|
+
Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
|
1059
|
+
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one
|
1060
|
+
word more,--
|
1061
|
+
First Witch
|
1062
|
+
He will not be commanded: here's another,
|
1063
|
+
More potent than the first.
|
1064
|
+
Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child
|
1065
|
+
|
1066
|
+
Second Apparition
|
1067
|
+
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
|
1068
|
+
MACBETH
|
1069
|
+
Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.
|
1070
|
+
Second Apparition
|
1071
|
+
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
|
1072
|
+
The power of man, for none of woman born
|
1073
|
+
Shall harm Macbeth.
|
1074
|
+
Descends
|
1075
|
+
|
1076
|
+
MACBETH
|
1077
|
+
Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
|
1078
|
+
But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
|
1079
|
+
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
|
1080
|
+
That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
|
1081
|
+
And sleep in spite of thunder.
|
1082
|
+
Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand
|
1083
|
+
|
1084
|
+
What is this
|
1085
|
+
That rises like the issue of a king,
|
1086
|
+
And wears upon his baby-brow the round
|
1087
|
+
And top of sovereignty?
|
1088
|
+
ALL
|
1089
|
+
Listen, but speak not to't.
|
1090
|
+
Third Apparition
|
1091
|
+
Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
|
1092
|
+
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
|
1093
|
+
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
|
1094
|
+
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
|
1095
|
+
Shall come against him.
|
1096
|
+
Descends
|
1097
|
+
|
1098
|
+
MACBETH
|
1099
|
+
That will never be
|
1100
|
+
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
|
1101
|
+
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!
|
1102
|
+
Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood
|
1103
|
+
Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
|
1104
|
+
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
|
1105
|
+
To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart
|
1106
|
+
Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art
|
1107
|
+
Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever
|
1108
|
+
Reign in this kingdom?
|
1109
|
+
ALL
|
1110
|
+
Seek to know no more.
|
1111
|
+
MACBETH
|
1112
|
+
I will be satisfied: deny me this,
|
1113
|
+
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.
|
1114
|
+
Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?
|
1115
|
+
Hautboys
|
1116
|
+
|
1117
|
+
First Witch
|
1118
|
+
Show!
|
1119
|
+
Second Witch
|
1120
|
+
Show!
|
1121
|
+
Third Witch
|
1122
|
+
Show!
|
1123
|
+
ALL
|
1124
|
+
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
|
1125
|
+
Come like shadows, so depart!
|
1126
|
+
A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following
|
1127
|
+
|
1128
|
+
MACBETH
|
1129
|
+
Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
|
1130
|
+
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,
|
1131
|
+
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
|
1132
|
+
A third is like the former. Filthy hags!
|
1133
|
+
Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes!
|
1134
|
+
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
|
1135
|
+
Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:
|
1136
|
+
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass
|
1137
|
+
Which shows me many more; and some I see
|
1138
|
+
That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:
|
1139
|
+
Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;
|
1140
|
+
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
|
1141
|
+
And points at them for his.
|
1142
|
+
Apparitions vanish
|
1143
|
+
|
1144
|
+
What, is this so?
|
1145
|
+
First Witch
|
1146
|
+
Ay, sir, all this is so: but why
|
1147
|
+
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
|
1148
|
+
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
|
1149
|
+
And show the best of our delights:
|
1150
|
+
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
|
1151
|
+
While you perform your antic round:
|
1152
|
+
That this great king may kindly say,
|
1153
|
+
Our duties did his welcome pay.
|
1154
|
+
Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with HECATE
|
1155
|
+
|
1156
|
+
MACBETH
|
1157
|
+
Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
|
1158
|
+
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
|
1159
|
+
Come in, without there!
|
1160
|
+
Enter LENNOX
|
1161
|
+
|
1162
|
+
LENNOX
|
1163
|
+
What's your grace's will?
|
1164
|
+
MACBETH
|
1165
|
+
Saw you the weird sisters?
|
1166
|
+
LENNOX
|
1167
|
+
No, my lord.
|
1168
|
+
MACBETH
|
1169
|
+
Came they not by you?
|
1170
|
+
LENNOX
|
1171
|
+
No, indeed, my lord.
|
1172
|
+
MACBETH
|
1173
|
+
Infected be the air whereon they ride;
|
1174
|
+
And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear
|
1175
|
+
The galloping of horse: who was't came by?
|
1176
|
+
LENNOX
|
1177
|
+
'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
|
1178
|
+
Macduff is fled to England.
|
1179
|
+
MACBETH
|
1180
|
+
Fled to England!
|
1181
|
+
LENNOX
|
1182
|
+
Ay, my good lord.
|
1183
|
+
MACBETH
|
1184
|
+
Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:
|
1185
|
+
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook
|
1186
|
+
Unless the deed go with it; from this moment
|
1187
|
+
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
|
1188
|
+
The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
|
1189
|
+
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
|
1190
|
+
The castle of Macduff I will surprise;
|
1191
|
+
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword
|
1192
|
+
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
|
1193
|
+
That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;
|
1194
|
+
This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.
|
1195
|
+
But no more sights!--Where are these gentlemen?
|
1196
|
+
Come, bring me where they are.
|
1197
|
+
Exeunt
|
1198
|
+
|
1199
|
+
SCENE II. Fife. Macduff's castle.
|
1200
|
+
|
1201
|
+
Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and ROSS
|
1202
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1203
|
+
What had he done, to make him fly the land?
|
1204
|
+
ROSS
|
1205
|
+
You must have patience, madam.
|
1206
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1207
|
+
He had none:
|
1208
|
+
His flight was madness: when our actions do not,
|
1209
|
+
Our fears do make us traitors.
|
1210
|
+
ROSS
|
1211
|
+
You know not
|
1212
|
+
Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
|
1213
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1214
|
+
Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
|
1215
|
+
His mansion and his titles in a place
|
1216
|
+
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
|
1217
|
+
He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
|
1218
|
+
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
|
1219
|
+
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
|
1220
|
+
All is the fear and nothing is the love;
|
1221
|
+
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
|
1222
|
+
So runs against all reason.
|
1223
|
+
ROSS
|
1224
|
+
My dearest coz,
|
1225
|
+
I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband,
|
1226
|
+
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
|
1227
|
+
The fits o' the season. I dare not speak
|
1228
|
+
much further;
|
1229
|
+
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors
|
1230
|
+
And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour
|
1231
|
+
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
|
1232
|
+
But float upon a wild and violent sea
|
1233
|
+
Each way and move. I take my leave of you:
|
1234
|
+
Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
|
1235
|
+
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
|
1236
|
+
To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
|
1237
|
+
Blessing upon you!
|
1238
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1239
|
+
Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
|
1240
|
+
ROSS
|
1241
|
+
I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
|
1242
|
+
It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:
|
1243
|
+
I take my leave at once.
|
1244
|
+
Exit
|
1245
|
+
|
1246
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1247
|
+
Sirrah, your father's dead;
|
1248
|
+
And what will you do now? How will you live?
|
1249
|
+
Son
|
1250
|
+
As birds do, mother.
|
1251
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1252
|
+
What, with worms and flies?
|
1253
|
+
Son
|
1254
|
+
With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
|
1255
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1256
|
+
Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,
|
1257
|
+
The pitfall nor the gin.
|
1258
|
+
Son
|
1259
|
+
Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
|
1260
|
+
My father is not dead, for all your saying.
|
1261
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1262
|
+
Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
|
1263
|
+
Son
|
1264
|
+
Nay, how will you do for a husband?
|
1265
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1266
|
+
Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
|
1267
|
+
Son
|
1268
|
+
Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
|
1269
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1270
|
+
Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith,
|
1271
|
+
With wit enough for thee.
|
1272
|
+
Son
|
1273
|
+
Was my father a traitor, mother?
|
1274
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1275
|
+
Ay, that he was.
|
1276
|
+
Son
|
1277
|
+
What is a traitor?
|
1278
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1279
|
+
Why, one that swears and lies.
|
1280
|
+
Son
|
1281
|
+
And be all traitors that do so?
|
1282
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1283
|
+
Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
|
1284
|
+
Son
|
1285
|
+
And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
|
1286
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1287
|
+
Every one.
|
1288
|
+
Son
|
1289
|
+
Who must hang them?
|
1290
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1291
|
+
Why, the honest men.
|
1292
|
+
Son
|
1293
|
+
Then the liars and swearers are fools,
|
1294
|
+
for there are liars and swearers enow to beat
|
1295
|
+
the honest men and hang up them.
|
1296
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1297
|
+
Now, God help thee, poor monkey!
|
1298
|
+
But how wilt thou do for a father?
|
1299
|
+
Son
|
1300
|
+
If he were dead, you'ld weep for
|
1301
|
+
him: if you would not, it were a good sign
|
1302
|
+
that I should quickly have a new father.
|
1303
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1304
|
+
Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!
|
1305
|
+
Enter a Messenger
|
1306
|
+
|
1307
|
+
Messenger
|
1308
|
+
Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
|
1309
|
+
Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
|
1310
|
+
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly:
|
1311
|
+
If you will take a homely man's advice,
|
1312
|
+
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
|
1313
|
+
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage;
|
1314
|
+
To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
|
1315
|
+
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
|
1316
|
+
I dare abide no longer.
|
1317
|
+
Exit
|
1318
|
+
|
1319
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1320
|
+
Whither should I fly?
|
1321
|
+
I have done no harm. But I remember now
|
1322
|
+
I am in this earthly world; where to do harm
|
1323
|
+
Is often laudable, to do good sometime
|
1324
|
+
Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas,
|
1325
|
+
Do I put up that womanly defence,
|
1326
|
+
To say I have done no harm?
|
1327
|
+
Enter Murderers
|
1328
|
+
|
1329
|
+
What are these faces?
|
1330
|
+
First Murderer
|
1331
|
+
Where is your husband?
|
1332
|
+
LADY MACDUFF
|
1333
|
+
I hope, in no place so unsanctified
|
1334
|
+
Where such as thou mayst find him.
|
1335
|
+
First Murderer
|
1336
|
+
He's a traitor.
|
1337
|
+
Son
|
1338
|
+
Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain!
|
1339
|
+
First Murderer
|
1340
|
+
What, you egg!
|
1341
|
+
Stabbing him
|
1342
|
+
|
1343
|
+
Young fry of treachery!
|
1344
|
+
Son
|
1345
|
+
He has kill'd me, mother:
|
1346
|
+
Run away, I pray you!
|
1347
|
+
Dies
|
1348
|
+
|
1349
|
+
Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt Murderers, following her
|
1350
|
+
|
1351
|
+
SCENE III. England. Before the King's palace.
|
1352
|
+
|
1353
|
+
Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF
|
1354
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1355
|
+
Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
|
1356
|
+
Weep our sad bosoms empty.
|
1357
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1358
|
+
Let us rather
|
1359
|
+
Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
|
1360
|
+
Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn
|
1361
|
+
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
|
1362
|
+
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
|
1363
|
+
As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out
|
1364
|
+
Like syllable of dolour.
|
1365
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1366
|
+
What I believe I'll wail,
|
1367
|
+
What know believe, and what I can redress,
|
1368
|
+
As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
|
1369
|
+
What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.
|
1370
|
+
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
|
1371
|
+
Was once thought honest: you have loved him well.
|
1372
|
+
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young;
|
1373
|
+
but something
|
1374
|
+
You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom
|
1375
|
+
To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb
|
1376
|
+
To appease an angry god.
|
1377
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1378
|
+
I am not treacherous.
|
1379
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1380
|
+
But Macbeth is.
|
1381
|
+
A good and virtuous nature may recoil
|
1382
|
+
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave
|
1383
|
+
your pardon;
|
1384
|
+
That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose:
|
1385
|
+
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
|
1386
|
+
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
|
1387
|
+
Yet grace must still look so.
|
1388
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1389
|
+
I have lost my hopes.
|
1390
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1391
|
+
Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
|
1392
|
+
Why in that rawness left you wife and child,
|
1393
|
+
Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,
|
1394
|
+
Without leave-taking? I pray you,
|
1395
|
+
Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
|
1396
|
+
But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,
|
1397
|
+
Whatever I shall think.
|
1398
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1399
|
+
Bleed, bleed, poor country!
|
1400
|
+
Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,
|
1401
|
+
For goodness dare not cheque thee: wear thou
|
1402
|
+
thy wrongs;
|
1403
|
+
The title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord:
|
1404
|
+
I would not be the villain that thou think'st
|
1405
|
+
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,
|
1406
|
+
And the rich East to boot.
|
1407
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1408
|
+
Be not offended:
|
1409
|
+
I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
|
1410
|
+
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
|
1411
|
+
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
|
1412
|
+
Is added to her wounds: I think withal
|
1413
|
+
There would be hands uplifted in my right;
|
1414
|
+
And here from gracious England have I offer
|
1415
|
+
Of goodly thousands: but, for all this,
|
1416
|
+
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
|
1417
|
+
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
|
1418
|
+
Shall have more vices than it had before,
|
1419
|
+
More suffer and more sundry ways than ever,
|
1420
|
+
By him that shall succeed.
|
1421
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1422
|
+
What should he be?
|
1423
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1424
|
+
It is myself I mean: in whom I know
|
1425
|
+
All the particulars of vice so grafted
|
1426
|
+
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth
|
1427
|
+
Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state
|
1428
|
+
Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
|
1429
|
+
With my confineless harms.
|
1430
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1431
|
+
Not in the legions
|
1432
|
+
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
|
1433
|
+
In evils to top Macbeth.
|
1434
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1435
|
+
I grant him bloody,
|
1436
|
+
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
|
1437
|
+
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
|
1438
|
+
That has a name: but there's no bottom, none,
|
1439
|
+
In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,
|
1440
|
+
Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up
|
1441
|
+
The cistern of my lust, and my desire
|
1442
|
+
All continent impediments would o'erbear
|
1443
|
+
That did oppose my will: better Macbeth
|
1444
|
+
Than such an one to reign.
|
1445
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1446
|
+
Boundless intemperance
|
1447
|
+
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
|
1448
|
+
The untimely emptying of the happy throne
|
1449
|
+
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
|
1450
|
+
To take upon you what is yours: you may
|
1451
|
+
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
|
1452
|
+
And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.
|
1453
|
+
We have willing dames enough: there cannot be
|
1454
|
+
That vulture in you, to devour so many
|
1455
|
+
As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
|
1456
|
+
Finding it so inclined.
|
1457
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1458
|
+
With this there grows
|
1459
|
+
In my most ill-composed affection such
|
1460
|
+
A stanchless avarice that, were I king,
|
1461
|
+
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
|
1462
|
+
Desire his jewels and this other's house:
|
1463
|
+
And my more-having would be as a sauce
|
1464
|
+
To make me hunger more; that I should forge
|
1465
|
+
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
|
1466
|
+
Destroying them for wealth.
|
1467
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1468
|
+
This avarice
|
1469
|
+
Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root
|
1470
|
+
Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been
|
1471
|
+
The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;
|
1472
|
+
Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will.
|
1473
|
+
Of your mere own: all these are portable,
|
1474
|
+
With other graces weigh'd.
|
1475
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1476
|
+
But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
|
1477
|
+
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
|
1478
|
+
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
|
1479
|
+
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
|
1480
|
+
I have no relish of them, but abound
|
1481
|
+
In the division of each several crime,
|
1482
|
+
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
|
1483
|
+
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
|
1484
|
+
Uproar the universal peace, confound
|
1485
|
+
All unity on earth.
|
1486
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1487
|
+
O Scotland, Scotland!
|
1488
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1489
|
+
If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
|
1490
|
+
I am as I have spoken.
|
1491
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1492
|
+
Fit to govern!
|
1493
|
+
No, not to live. O nation miserable,
|
1494
|
+
With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
|
1495
|
+
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
|
1496
|
+
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
|
1497
|
+
By his own interdiction stands accursed,
|
1498
|
+
And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father
|
1499
|
+
Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee,
|
1500
|
+
Oftener upon her knees than on her feet,
|
1501
|
+
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
|
1502
|
+
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
|
1503
|
+
Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast,
|
1504
|
+
Thy hope ends here!
|
1505
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1506
|
+
Macduff, this noble passion,
|
1507
|
+
Child of integrity, hath from my soul
|
1508
|
+
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
|
1509
|
+
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth
|
1510
|
+
By many of these trains hath sought to win me
|
1511
|
+
Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me
|
1512
|
+
From over-credulous haste: but God above
|
1513
|
+
Deal between thee and me! for even now
|
1514
|
+
I put myself to thy direction, and
|
1515
|
+
Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
|
1516
|
+
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
|
1517
|
+
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
|
1518
|
+
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
|
1519
|
+
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
|
1520
|
+
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
|
1521
|
+
The devil to his fellow and delight
|
1522
|
+
No less in truth than life: my first false speaking
|
1523
|
+
Was this upon myself: what I am truly,
|
1524
|
+
Is thine and my poor country's to command:
|
1525
|
+
Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,
|
1526
|
+
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
|
1527
|
+
Already at a point, was setting forth.
|
1528
|
+
Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness
|
1529
|
+
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?
|
1530
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1531
|
+
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
|
1532
|
+
'Tis hard to reconcile.
|
1533
|
+
Enter a Doctor
|
1534
|
+
|
1535
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1536
|
+
Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you?
|
1537
|
+
Doctor
|
1538
|
+
Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
|
1539
|
+
That stay his cure: their malady convinces
|
1540
|
+
The great assay of art; but at his touch--
|
1541
|
+
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand--
|
1542
|
+
They presently amend.
|
1543
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1544
|
+
I thank you, doctor.
|
1545
|
+
Exit Doctor
|
1546
|
+
|
1547
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1548
|
+
What's the disease he means?
|
1549
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1550
|
+
'Tis call'd the evil:
|
1551
|
+
A most miraculous work in this good king;
|
1552
|
+
Which often, since my here-remain in England,
|
1553
|
+
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
|
1554
|
+
Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people,
|
1555
|
+
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
|
1556
|
+
The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
|
1557
|
+
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
|
1558
|
+
Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
|
1559
|
+
To the succeeding royalty he leaves
|
1560
|
+
The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
|
1561
|
+
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
|
1562
|
+
And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
|
1563
|
+
That speak him full of grace.
|
1564
|
+
Enter ROSS
|
1565
|
+
|
1566
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1567
|
+
See, who comes here?
|
1568
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1569
|
+
My countryman; but yet I know him not.
|
1570
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1571
|
+
My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
|
1572
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1573
|
+
I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
|
1574
|
+
The means that makes us strangers!
|
1575
|
+
ROSS
|
1576
|
+
Sir, amen.
|
1577
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1578
|
+
Stands Scotland where it did?
|
1579
|
+
ROSS
|
1580
|
+
Alas, poor country!
|
1581
|
+
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
|
1582
|
+
Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
|
1583
|
+
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
|
1584
|
+
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
|
1585
|
+
Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
|
1586
|
+
A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell
|
1587
|
+
Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives
|
1588
|
+
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
|
1589
|
+
Dying or ere they sicken.
|
1590
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1591
|
+
O, relation
|
1592
|
+
Too nice, and yet too true!
|
1593
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1594
|
+
What's the newest grief?
|
1595
|
+
ROSS
|
1596
|
+
That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
|
1597
|
+
Each minute teems a new one.
|
1598
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1599
|
+
How does my wife?
|
1600
|
+
ROSS
|
1601
|
+
Why, well.
|
1602
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1603
|
+
And all my children?
|
1604
|
+
ROSS
|
1605
|
+
Well too.
|
1606
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1607
|
+
The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
|
1608
|
+
ROSS
|
1609
|
+
No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.
|
1610
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1611
|
+
But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?
|
1612
|
+
ROSS
|
1613
|
+
When I came hither to transport the tidings,
|
1614
|
+
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
|
1615
|
+
Of many worthy fellows that were out;
|
1616
|
+
Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
|
1617
|
+
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
|
1618
|
+
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
|
1619
|
+
Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
|
1620
|
+
To doff their dire distresses.
|
1621
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1622
|
+
Be't their comfort
|
1623
|
+
We are coming thither: gracious England hath
|
1624
|
+
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
|
1625
|
+
An older and a better soldier none
|
1626
|
+
That Christendom gives out.
|
1627
|
+
ROSS
|
1628
|
+
Would I could answer
|
1629
|
+
This comfort with the like! But I have words
|
1630
|
+
That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
|
1631
|
+
Where hearing should not latch them.
|
1632
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1633
|
+
What concern they?
|
1634
|
+
The general cause? or is it a fee-grief
|
1635
|
+
Due to some single breast?
|
1636
|
+
ROSS
|
1637
|
+
No mind that's honest
|
1638
|
+
But in it shares some woe; though the main part
|
1639
|
+
Pertains to you alone.
|
1640
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1641
|
+
If it be mine,
|
1642
|
+
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
|
1643
|
+
ROSS
|
1644
|
+
Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
|
1645
|
+
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
|
1646
|
+
That ever yet they heard.
|
1647
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1648
|
+
Hum! I guess at it.
|
1649
|
+
ROSS
|
1650
|
+
Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
|
1651
|
+
Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
|
1652
|
+
Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
|
1653
|
+
To add the death of you.
|
1654
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1655
|
+
Merciful heaven!
|
1656
|
+
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
|
1657
|
+
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
|
1658
|
+
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
|
1659
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1660
|
+
My children too?
|
1661
|
+
ROSS
|
1662
|
+
Wife, children, servants, all
|
1663
|
+
That could be found.
|
1664
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1665
|
+
And I must be from thence!
|
1666
|
+
My wife kill'd too?
|
1667
|
+
ROSS
|
1668
|
+
I have said.
|
1669
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1670
|
+
Be comforted:
|
1671
|
+
Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
|
1672
|
+
To cure this deadly grief.
|
1673
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1674
|
+
He has no children. All my pretty ones?
|
1675
|
+
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
|
1676
|
+
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
|
1677
|
+
At one fell swoop?
|
1678
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1679
|
+
Dispute it like a man.
|
1680
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1681
|
+
I shall do so;
|
1682
|
+
But I must also feel it as a man:
|
1683
|
+
I cannot but remember such things were,
|
1684
|
+
That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on,
|
1685
|
+
And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
|
1686
|
+
They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
|
1687
|
+
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
|
1688
|
+
Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now!
|
1689
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1690
|
+
Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
|
1691
|
+
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
|
1692
|
+
MACDUFF
|
1693
|
+
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
|
1694
|
+
And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,
|
1695
|
+
Cut short all intermission; front to front
|
1696
|
+
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;
|
1697
|
+
Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
|
1698
|
+
Heaven forgive him too!
|
1699
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1700
|
+
This tune goes manly.
|
1701
|
+
Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
|
1702
|
+
Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth
|
1703
|
+
Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
|
1704
|
+
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may:
|
1705
|
+
The night is long that never finds the day.
|
1706
|
+
Exeunt
|
1707
|
+
|
1708
|
+
ACT V
|
1709
|
+
|
1710
|
+
SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle.
|
1711
|
+
|
1712
|
+
Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman
|
1713
|
+
Doctor
|
1714
|
+
I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive
|
1715
|
+
no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?
|
1716
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1717
|
+
Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen
|
1718
|
+
her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon
|
1719
|
+
her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it,
|
1720
|
+
write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again
|
1721
|
+
return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
|
1722
|
+
Doctor
|
1723
|
+
A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once
|
1724
|
+
the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of
|
1725
|
+
watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her
|
1726
|
+
walking and other actual performances, what, at any
|
1727
|
+
time, have you heard her say?
|
1728
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1729
|
+
That, sir, which I will not report after her.
|
1730
|
+
Doctor
|
1731
|
+
You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should.
|
1732
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1733
|
+
Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to
|
1734
|
+
confirm my speech.
|
1735
|
+
Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper
|
1736
|
+
|
1737
|
+
Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise;
|
1738
|
+
and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.
|
1739
|
+
Doctor
|
1740
|
+
How came she by that light?
|
1741
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1742
|
+
Why, it stood by her: she has light by her
|
1743
|
+
continually; 'tis her command.
|
1744
|
+
Doctor
|
1745
|
+
You see, her eyes are open.
|
1746
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1747
|
+
Ay, but their sense is shut.
|
1748
|
+
Doctor
|
1749
|
+
What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
|
1750
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1751
|
+
It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus
|
1752
|
+
washing her hands: I have known her continue in
|
1753
|
+
this a quarter of an hour.
|
1754
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
1755
|
+
Yet here's a spot.
|
1756
|
+
Doctor
|
1757
|
+
Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from
|
1758
|
+
her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
|
1759
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
1760
|
+
Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,
|
1761
|
+
then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my
|
1762
|
+
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
|
1763
|
+
fear who knows it, when none can call our power to
|
1764
|
+
account?--Yet who would have thought the old man
|
1765
|
+
to have had so much blood in him.
|
1766
|
+
Doctor
|
1767
|
+
Do you mark that?
|
1768
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
1769
|
+
The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?--
|
1770
|
+
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more o'
|
1771
|
+
that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with
|
1772
|
+
this starting.
|
1773
|
+
Doctor
|
1774
|
+
Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
|
1775
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1776
|
+
She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of
|
1777
|
+
that: heaven knows what she has known.
|
1778
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
1779
|
+
Here's the smell of the blood still: all the
|
1780
|
+
perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
|
1781
|
+
hand. Oh, oh, oh!
|
1782
|
+
Doctor
|
1783
|
+
What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
|
1784
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1785
|
+
I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the
|
1786
|
+
dignity of the whole body.
|
1787
|
+
Doctor
|
1788
|
+
Well, well, well,--
|
1789
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1790
|
+
Pray God it be, sir.
|
1791
|
+
Doctor
|
1792
|
+
This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known
|
1793
|
+
those which have walked in their sleep who have died
|
1794
|
+
holily in their beds.
|
1795
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
1796
|
+
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so
|
1797
|
+
pale.--I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he
|
1798
|
+
cannot come out on's grave.
|
1799
|
+
Doctor
|
1800
|
+
Even so?
|
1801
|
+
LADY MACBETH
|
1802
|
+
To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate:
|
1803
|
+
come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's
|
1804
|
+
done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed!
|
1805
|
+
Exit
|
1806
|
+
|
1807
|
+
Doctor
|
1808
|
+
Will she go now to bed?
|
1809
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1810
|
+
Directly.
|
1811
|
+
Doctor
|
1812
|
+
Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds
|
1813
|
+
Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds
|
1814
|
+
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets:
|
1815
|
+
More needs she the divine than the physician.
|
1816
|
+
God, God forgive us all! Look after her;
|
1817
|
+
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
|
1818
|
+
And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night:
|
1819
|
+
My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.
|
1820
|
+
I think, but dare not speak.
|
1821
|
+
Gentlewoman
|
1822
|
+
Good night, good doctor.
|
1823
|
+
Exeunt
|
1824
|
+
|
1825
|
+
SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane.
|
1826
|
+
|
1827
|
+
Drum and colours. Enter MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers
|
1828
|
+
MENTEITH
|
1829
|
+
The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
|
1830
|
+
His uncle Siward and the good Macduff:
|
1831
|
+
Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes
|
1832
|
+
Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm
|
1833
|
+
Excite the mortified man.
|
1834
|
+
ANGUS
|
1835
|
+
Near Birnam wood
|
1836
|
+
Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
|
1837
|
+
CAITHNESS
|
1838
|
+
Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
|
1839
|
+
LENNOX
|
1840
|
+
For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
|
1841
|
+
Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
|
1842
|
+
And many unrough youths that even now
|
1843
|
+
Protest their first of manhood.
|
1844
|
+
MENTEITH
|
1845
|
+
What does the tyrant?
|
1846
|
+
CAITHNESS
|
1847
|
+
Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
|
1848
|
+
Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him
|
1849
|
+
Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
|
1850
|
+
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
|
1851
|
+
Within the belt of rule.
|
1852
|
+
ANGUS
|
1853
|
+
Now does he feel
|
1854
|
+
His secret murders sticking on his hands;
|
1855
|
+
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
|
1856
|
+
Those he commands move only in command,
|
1857
|
+
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
|
1858
|
+
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
|
1859
|
+
Upon a dwarfish thief.
|
1860
|
+
MENTEITH
|
1861
|
+
Who then shall blame
|
1862
|
+
His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
|
1863
|
+
When all that is within him does condemn
|
1864
|
+
Itself for being there?
|
1865
|
+
CAITHNESS
|
1866
|
+
Well, march we on,
|
1867
|
+
To give obedience where 'tis truly owed:
|
1868
|
+
Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,
|
1869
|
+
And with him pour we in our country's purge
|
1870
|
+
Each drop of us.
|
1871
|
+
LENNOX
|
1872
|
+
Or so much as it needs,
|
1873
|
+
To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.
|
1874
|
+
Make we our march towards Birnam.
|
1875
|
+
Exeunt, marching
|
1876
|
+
|
1877
|
+
SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle.
|
1878
|
+
|
1879
|
+
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants
|
1880
|
+
MACBETH
|
1881
|
+
Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
|
1882
|
+
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
|
1883
|
+
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
|
1884
|
+
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
|
1885
|
+
All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
|
1886
|
+
'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
|
1887
|
+
Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly,
|
1888
|
+
false thanes,
|
1889
|
+
And mingle with the English epicures:
|
1890
|
+
The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
|
1891
|
+
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
|
1892
|
+
Enter a Servant
|
1893
|
+
|
1894
|
+
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
|
1895
|
+
Where got'st thou that goose look?
|
1896
|
+
Servant
|
1897
|
+
There is ten thousand--
|
1898
|
+
MACBETH
|
1899
|
+
Geese, villain!
|
1900
|
+
Servant
|
1901
|
+
Soldiers, sir.
|
1902
|
+
MACBETH
|
1903
|
+
Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
|
1904
|
+
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
|
1905
|
+
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
|
1906
|
+
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
|
1907
|
+
Servant
|
1908
|
+
The English force, so please you.
|
1909
|
+
MACBETH
|
1910
|
+
Take thy face hence.
|
1911
|
+
Exit Servant
|
1912
|
+
|
1913
|
+
Seyton!--I am sick at heart,
|
1914
|
+
When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push
|
1915
|
+
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
|
1916
|
+
I have lived long enough: my way of life
|
1917
|
+
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
|
1918
|
+
And that which should accompany old age,
|
1919
|
+
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
|
1920
|
+
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
|
1921
|
+
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
|
1922
|
+
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!
|
1923
|
+
Enter SEYTON
|
1924
|
+
|
1925
|
+
SEYTON
|
1926
|
+
What is your gracious pleasure?
|
1927
|
+
MACBETH
|
1928
|
+
What news more?
|
1929
|
+
SEYTON
|
1930
|
+
All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.
|
1931
|
+
MACBETH
|
1932
|
+
I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
|
1933
|
+
Give me my armour.
|
1934
|
+
SEYTON
|
1935
|
+
'Tis not needed yet.
|
1936
|
+
MACBETH
|
1937
|
+
I'll put it on.
|
1938
|
+
Send out more horses; skirr the country round;
|
1939
|
+
Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
|
1940
|
+
How does your patient, doctor?
|
1941
|
+
Doctor
|
1942
|
+
Not so sick, my lord,
|
1943
|
+
As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,
|
1944
|
+
That keep her from her rest.
|
1945
|
+
MACBETH
|
1946
|
+
Cure her of that.
|
1947
|
+
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
|
1948
|
+
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
|
1949
|
+
Raze out the written troubles of the brain
|
1950
|
+
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
|
1951
|
+
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
|
1952
|
+
Which weighs upon the heart?
|
1953
|
+
Doctor
|
1954
|
+
Therein the patient
|
1955
|
+
Must minister to himself.
|
1956
|
+
MACBETH
|
1957
|
+
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
|
1958
|
+
Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
|
1959
|
+
Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
|
1960
|
+
Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast
|
1961
|
+
The water of my land, find her disease,
|
1962
|
+
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
|
1963
|
+
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
|
1964
|
+
That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--
|
1965
|
+
What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,
|
1966
|
+
Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?
|
1967
|
+
Doctor
|
1968
|
+
Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
|
1969
|
+
Makes us hear something.
|
1970
|
+
MACBETH
|
1971
|
+
Bring it after me.
|
1972
|
+
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
|
1973
|
+
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
|
1974
|
+
Doctor
|
1975
|
+
[Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
|
1976
|
+
Profit again should hardly draw me here.
|
1977
|
+
Exeunt
|
1978
|
+
|
1979
|
+
SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood.
|
1980
|
+
|
1981
|
+
Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD and YOUNG SIWARD, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, ROSS, and Soldiers, marching
|
1982
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1983
|
+
Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
|
1984
|
+
That chambers will be safe.
|
1985
|
+
MENTEITH
|
1986
|
+
We doubt it nothing.
|
1987
|
+
SIWARD
|
1988
|
+
What wood is this before us?
|
1989
|
+
MENTEITH
|
1990
|
+
The wood of Birnam.
|
1991
|
+
MALCOLM
|
1992
|
+
Let every soldier hew him down a bough
|
1993
|
+
And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow
|
1994
|
+
The numbers of our host and make discovery
|
1995
|
+
Err in report of us.
|
1996
|
+
Soldiers
|
1997
|
+
It shall be done.
|
1998
|
+
SIWARD
|
1999
|
+
We learn no other but the confident tyrant
|
2000
|
+
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
|
2001
|
+
Our setting down before 't.
|
2002
|
+
MALCOLM
|
2003
|
+
'Tis his main hope:
|
2004
|
+
For where there is advantage to be given,
|
2005
|
+
Both more and less have given him the revolt,
|
2006
|
+
And none serve with him but constrained things
|
2007
|
+
Whose hearts are absent too.
|
2008
|
+
MACDUFF
|
2009
|
+
Let our just censures
|
2010
|
+
Attend the true event, and put we on
|
2011
|
+
Industrious soldiership.
|
2012
|
+
SIWARD
|
2013
|
+
The time approaches
|
2014
|
+
That will with due decision make us know
|
2015
|
+
What we shall say we have and what we owe.
|
2016
|
+
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
|
2017
|
+
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
|
2018
|
+
Towards which advance the war.
|
2019
|
+
Exeunt, marching
|
2020
|
+
|
2021
|
+
SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle.
|
2022
|
+
|
2023
|
+
Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum and colours
|
2024
|
+
MACBETH
|
2025
|
+
Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
|
2026
|
+
The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strength
|
2027
|
+
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie
|
2028
|
+
Till famine and the ague eat them up:
|
2029
|
+
Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
|
2030
|
+
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
|
2031
|
+
And beat them backward home.
|
2032
|
+
A cry of women within
|
2033
|
+
|
2034
|
+
What is that noise?
|
2035
|
+
SEYTON
|
2036
|
+
It is the cry of women, my good lord.
|
2037
|
+
Exit
|
2038
|
+
|
2039
|
+
MACBETH
|
2040
|
+
I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
|
2041
|
+
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
|
2042
|
+
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
|
2043
|
+
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
|
2044
|
+
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
|
2045
|
+
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
|
2046
|
+
Cannot once start me.
|
2047
|
+
Re-enter SEYTON
|
2048
|
+
|
2049
|
+
Wherefore was that cry?
|
2050
|
+
SEYTON
|
2051
|
+
The queen, my lord, is dead.
|
2052
|
+
MACBETH
|
2053
|
+
She should have died hereafter;
|
2054
|
+
There would have been a time for such a word.
|
2055
|
+
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
|
2056
|
+
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
|
2057
|
+
To the last syllable of recorded time,
|
2058
|
+
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
|
2059
|
+
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
|
2060
|
+
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
|
2061
|
+
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
|
2062
|
+
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
|
2063
|
+
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
|
2064
|
+
Signifying nothing.
|
2065
|
+
Enter a Messenger
|
2066
|
+
|
2067
|
+
Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
|
2068
|
+
Messenger
|
2069
|
+
Gracious my lord,
|
2070
|
+
I should report that which I say I saw,
|
2071
|
+
But know not how to do it.
|
2072
|
+
MACBETH
|
2073
|
+
Well, say, sir.
|
2074
|
+
Messenger
|
2075
|
+
As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
|
2076
|
+
I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
|
2077
|
+
The wood began to move.
|
2078
|
+
MACBETH
|
2079
|
+
Liar and slave!
|
2080
|
+
Messenger
|
2081
|
+
Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
|
2082
|
+
Within this three mile may you see it coming;
|
2083
|
+
I say, a moving grove.
|
2084
|
+
MACBETH
|
2085
|
+
If thou speak'st false,
|
2086
|
+
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
|
2087
|
+
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
|
2088
|
+
I care not if thou dost for me as much.
|
2089
|
+
I pull in resolution, and begin
|
2090
|
+
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
|
2091
|
+
That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood
|
2092
|
+
Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood
|
2093
|
+
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
|
2094
|
+
If this which he avouches does appear,
|
2095
|
+
There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
|
2096
|
+
I gin to be aweary of the sun,
|
2097
|
+
And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
|
2098
|
+
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!
|
2099
|
+
At least we'll die with harness on our back.
|
2100
|
+
Exeunt
|
2101
|
+
|
2102
|
+
SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle.
|
2103
|
+
|
2104
|
+
Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs
|
2105
|
+
MALCOLM
|
2106
|
+
Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
|
2107
|
+
And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
|
2108
|
+
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
|
2109
|
+
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we
|
2110
|
+
Shall take upon 's what else remains to do,
|
2111
|
+
According to our order.
|
2112
|
+
SIWARD
|
2113
|
+
Fare you well.
|
2114
|
+
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
|
2115
|
+
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
|
2116
|
+
MACDUFF
|
2117
|
+
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
|
2118
|
+
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
|
2119
|
+
Exeunt
|
2120
|
+
|
2121
|
+
SCENE VII. Another part of the field.
|
2122
|
+
|
2123
|
+
Alarums. Enter MACBETH
|
2124
|
+
MACBETH
|
2125
|
+
They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
|
2126
|
+
But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he
|
2127
|
+
That was not born of woman? Such a one
|
2128
|
+
Am I to fear, or none.
|
2129
|
+
Enter YOUNG SIWARD
|
2130
|
+
|
2131
|
+
YOUNG SIWARD
|
2132
|
+
What is thy name?
|
2133
|
+
MACBETH
|
2134
|
+
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
|
2135
|
+
YOUNG SIWARD
|
2136
|
+
No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
|
2137
|
+
Than any is in hell.
|
2138
|
+
MACBETH
|
2139
|
+
My name's Macbeth.
|
2140
|
+
YOUNG SIWARD
|
2141
|
+
The devil himself could not pronounce a title
|
2142
|
+
More hateful to mine ear.
|
2143
|
+
MACBETH
|
2144
|
+
No, nor more fearful.
|
2145
|
+
YOUNG SIWARD
|
2146
|
+
Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
|
2147
|
+
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
|
2148
|
+
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain
|
2149
|
+
|
2150
|
+
MACBETH
|
2151
|
+
Thou wast born of woman
|
2152
|
+
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
|
2153
|
+
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
|
2154
|
+
Exit
|
2155
|
+
|
2156
|
+
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF
|
2157
|
+
|
2158
|
+
MACDUFF
|
2159
|
+
That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
|
2160
|
+
If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
|
2161
|
+
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
|
2162
|
+
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
|
2163
|
+
Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,
|
2164
|
+
Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
|
2165
|
+
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
|
2166
|
+
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
|
2167
|
+
Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
|
2168
|
+
And more I beg not.
|
2169
|
+
Exit. Alarums
|
2170
|
+
|
2171
|
+
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD
|
2172
|
+
|
2173
|
+
SIWARD
|
2174
|
+
This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
|
2175
|
+
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
|
2176
|
+
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
|
2177
|
+
The day almost itself professes yours,
|
2178
|
+
And little is to do.
|
2179
|
+
MALCOLM
|
2180
|
+
We have met with foes
|
2181
|
+
That strike beside us.
|
2182
|
+
SIWARD
|
2183
|
+
Enter, sir, the castle.
|
2184
|
+
Exeunt. Alarums
|
2185
|
+
|
2186
|
+
SCENE VIII. Another part of the field.
|
2187
|
+
|
2188
|
+
Enter MACBETH
|
2189
|
+
MACBETH
|
2190
|
+
Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
|
2191
|
+
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
|
2192
|
+
Do better upon them.
|
2193
|
+
Enter MACDUFF
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2194
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+
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2195
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MACDUFF
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2196
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+
Turn, hell-hound, turn!
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2197
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+
MACBETH
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2198
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+
Of all men else I have avoided thee:
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2199
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+
But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
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2200
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+
With blood of thine already.
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2201
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+
MACDUFF
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2202
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I have no words:
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2203
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My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
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2204
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+
Than terms can give thee out!
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2205
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+
They fight
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2206
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+
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2207
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+
MACBETH
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2208
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Thou losest labour:
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2209
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+
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
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2210
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With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed:
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2211
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Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
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2212
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I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
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2213
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To one of woman born.
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2214
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+
MACDUFF
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2215
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Despair thy charm;
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2216
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And let the angel whom thou still hast served
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2217
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Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
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2218
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Untimely ripp'd.
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2219
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MACBETH
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2220
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Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
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2221
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+
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
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2222
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And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
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2223
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That palter with us in a double sense;
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2224
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That keep the word of promise to our ear,
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2225
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And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.
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2226
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+
MACDUFF
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2227
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Then yield thee, coward,
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2228
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And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:
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2229
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We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
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2230
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Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
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2231
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'Here may you see the tyrant.'
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2232
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MACBETH
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2233
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I will not yield,
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2234
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To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
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2235
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+
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
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2236
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+
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
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2237
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And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
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2238
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Yet I will try the last. Before my body
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2239
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I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
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2240
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+
And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
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2241
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Exeunt, fighting. Alarums
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2242
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+
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2243
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Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers
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2244
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+
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2245
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MALCOLM
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2246
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I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
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2247
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SIWARD
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2248
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+
Some must go off: and yet, by these I see,
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2249
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+
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
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2250
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MALCOLM
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2251
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Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
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2252
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ROSS
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2253
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Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
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2254
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He only lived but till he was a man;
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2255
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The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
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2256
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In the unshrinking station where he fought,
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2257
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But like a man he died.
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2258
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+
SIWARD
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2259
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+
Then he is dead?
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2260
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+
ROSS
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2261
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Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
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2262
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Must not be measured by his worth, for then
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2263
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+
It hath no end.
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2264
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+
SIWARD
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2265
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+
Had he his hurts before?
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2266
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ROSS
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2267
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+
Ay, on the front.
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2268
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SIWARD
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2269
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Why then, God's soldier be he!
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2270
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+
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
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2271
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I would not wish them to a fairer death:
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2272
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And so, his knell is knoll'd.
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2273
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MALCOLM
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2274
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+
He's worth more sorrow,
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2275
|
+
And that I'll spend for him.
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2276
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+
SIWARD
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2277
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He's worth no more
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2278
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+
They say he parted well, and paid his score:
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2279
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+
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
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2280
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+
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head
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2281
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+
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2282
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+
MACDUFF
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2283
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Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
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2284
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The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
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2285
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I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
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2286
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+
That speak my salutation in their minds;
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2287
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+
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:
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2288
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Hail, King of Scotland!
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2289
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+
ALL
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2290
|
+
Hail, King of Scotland!
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2291
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+
Flourish
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2292
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+
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2293
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MALCOLM
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2294
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We shall not spend a large expense of time
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2295
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+
Before we reckon with your several loves,
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2296
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+
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
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2297
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+
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
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2298
|
+
In such an honour named. What's more to do,
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2299
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+
Which would be planted newly with the time,
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2300
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As calling home our exiled friends abroad
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2301
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+
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
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2302
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+
Producing forth the cruel ministers
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2303
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Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
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2304
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+
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
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2305
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+
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
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2306
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+
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
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2307
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+
We will perform in measure, time and place:
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2308
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+
So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
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2309
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+
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
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2310
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+
Flourish. Exeunt
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