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SCENE II.-A Cump near Fores. Alarum
within. Duncan, King of Scotland.
Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LKMALCOLM, his sons
Nox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier. DONALBAIN, MACBETH,
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, BANQUO. generals of the King's army.
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt MACDUFP,
The newest state. LENOX,
This is the sergeant, Rosse,
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought MENTETH, noblemen of Scotland.
'Gainst my captivity :-Hail, brave friend! ANGUS,
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil. CATHNESS,
As thou didst leave it. FLEANCE, son to Banquo.
Doubtfully it stoor SIWARD, Earl of Northuinberland, general of the As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, English forces.
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald Young SIWARD, his son.
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that, SEYTON, an officer attending on Macbeth.
The multiplying villanies of nature Son to Macduff.
Do swarm upon him), from the western isies an aglish Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ; A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man,
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak: Lady MACBETH.
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name, Lady Macduff.
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Genilewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
Which smok'd with bloody execution, HECATE, and three witches.
Like valour's minion,
Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers. And ne'er shook hands, lior bade farewell to him Attendants, and Messengers.
Till he unseain'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements. The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !
Sold. As whence the sin 'gins his reflection SCENE-in the end of the Fourth Act, lies in Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; ENGLAND; through the rest of the Play, in Scot-So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, LAND ; and, chiefly, at MACBETH's Castle. Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark.
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.
Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?
As sparrows, eagles ; or the hare, the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks, 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again ? So they In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done,
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, When the battle's lost and won:
Or memorize another Golgotha, 3 Witch. That will be ere sct of sun,
I cannot te!l: I Witch. Where the place ?
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help: 2 Witch.
Upon the heath : Dren So well thy words become thee, as thy 3 Witch. There we go to meet Macbeth.
(geons. I Witch. I come, Graymalkin
They smack of honour both :-Go, get him sur. AN. Paddock calls :-Anon.
Exit Soldier, attended, Pair is foul, and foul is fair :
Enter Rosse. Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Who comes here? ( Witches vanish.
The worthy thane of Roses.
Len. What haste looks through his eyes! So,
Ban. Ilow far is't call'd to Foresi-What are should he look,
these, That seems to speak things strange.
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; Rosse.
God save the king! That look not like the inhabitants o’the earth, Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ? And yet are on't? Live you ? or are you aught Rosse.
From Fife, great king, That may may question ? You seem to understand Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
me, And fan our people cold.
By each at once her choppy finger laying Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Upon her skinny lips:-You should be women, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict : That you are so. Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, Macb. Spcak, if you can ;-What are you? Confronted him with self-comparisons,
1 Wiich. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
of Glamis ! Curbiug his lavish spirit : And, to conclude,
2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth ! hail to thee, thane The victory fell on us ;
of Cawdor! Dun.
Great happiness ! 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king Rosse. That now
(fear Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Things that do sound so fair?—I'the name of Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,
truth, Ten thousand dollars to our genoral use.
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de- Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner ceive
You greet with present grace, and great prediction Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death, Of noble having, and of royal hope, And with his former title greet Macbeth.
That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not; Rosse. I'll see it done.
If you can look into the seeds of time, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. And say, which grain will grow, and which will not ;
(Ereunt. Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, SCENE III.--A Heath. Thunder.
Your favours, nor your hate.
1 Witch. Hail ! Enter the three Witches
2 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch.' Where hast thou been, sister ?
3 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Killing swine.
1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 3 Witch Sister, where thou ?
2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be And mounch'd and mounch'd, and mounch'd: Give me, quoth I:
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo ! Aroint thee, witch ! the rump-fed ronyon crics. 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail; Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger : Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me But in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail,
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis; l'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, 1 Witch. Thou art kind.
Stands not within the prospect of belief, 3 Witch. And I another.
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence 1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
You owe this strange intelligence ? or why And the very ports they blow,
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way All the quarters that they know
With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge I'the shipman's card.
(Witches vanish. I will drain him dry as hay:
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Sleep shall, neither night nor day
And these are of them : Whither are they vanish'd ? Hang upon his pent-house lid;
Macb. Into the air : and what seem'd corporal, He shall live a man forbid :
melted Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
As breath into the wind.—'Would they had stayed ! Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak Though his bark cannot be lost,
about? Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Or have we eaten of the insane root, Look what I have.
That takes the reason prisoner ? 2 Witch. Show me, show me.
Macb. Your children shall be kings. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,
You shall be king. Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. [Drum within. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so ? 3 Witch. A drum, a drum :
Ban. To the self-sare tune, and words. Who's Macbeth doth come.
here? All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Enter ROSSE and AGNUS. Posters of the sea and land,
Rosse. The king bath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, Thus do go about, about;
The news of thy success : and when he reads Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, And thrice again, to make up nine
His wonders and his praises do contend, Peace !--the charm's wound up.
Which should be thine, or his: Silenc'd with that, Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.
In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, Mucb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make, Our free hearts each to other.
Very gladly Came post with post; and every one did bear Macb. Till then, enough. Come, friends. Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
(E.reunt. And pour'd them down before him. Ang.
We are sent, SCENE IV.-Forcs. A Room in the Palace. To give thee, from our royal master, thanks ; Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, To herald thee into his sight, not pay thce.
LENOx, and Attendants. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: Those in commission yet returned ? In which addition, hail, most worthy thane !
My liegc, For it is thine.
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Ban.
What, can the devil speak true ? With one that saw him die : who did report, Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you That very frankly he confess'd his treasons : dress me
Implor’d your highness' pardon; and set forth In borrow'd robes ?
A deep repentance: nothing in his life Ang.
Who was the thane, lives yet; Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
There's no art,
He was a gentleman on whom I built Have overthrown him.
An absolute trust.-0 worthiest cousin ! Macb.
Glamis, and thane of Cawdor : Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Rosse, and Angus. The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains. The sin of my ingratitude even now Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Was heavy on me : Thou art so far before, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow Promis'd no less to them?
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd Ban.
That, trusted home, That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Might have been mine! only I have left to say, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : More is thy due than more than all can pay. And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, The instruments of darkness tell us truths; In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
Is to receive our duties : and our duties In deepest consequences.
Are to your throne and state, children, and servants Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Which do but what they should, by doing every Macb. Two truths are told,
thing As happy prologues to the swelling act
Safe toward your love and honour. of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen. Dun.
Welcome hither. This supernatural soliciting
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,
To make thee full of growing.--Noble Banquo, Why hath it given me earnest of success,
That hast no less deserv’d, nor must be known Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor No less to have done so, let me infold thee, If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
And hold thee to my heart. Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
There if I grow, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, The harvest is your own. Against the use of nature ? Present fears
My plenteous joys, Are less than horrible imaginings:
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes, Shakes so my single state of man, that function And you whose places are the nearest, know Is smother'd'in surmise; and nothing is,
We will establish our estate upon But what is not.
Our eldest, Malcolm ; whom we name hereafter Ban.
Look, how our partner's rapt. The prince of Cumberland: which honour must Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, may crown me
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Without my stir.
On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness, New honours come upon him And bind us further to you. Like our strange garments; cleave not to their Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us’d for you . mould,
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful But with the aid of use.
The hearing of my wife with your approach ; Macb.
Come what come may; So, humbly take my leave. Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Dun.
My worthy Cawdor! Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei- Macb. The prince of Cumberland !- That is a sure.
step, Macb. Give me your favour:-my dull brain was On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, wrought
Aside. With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains For in my way i tlies. Stars, hide your fires Are register'd where every day I turn
Let not light see my black and deep desires : The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king. The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Think upon what hath chane'd; and, at inore time, which the eye fears, when it is donc, to see (Cait The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant; To cry, Hold! hold Great Glamis ! Horthy And in his commendations I am fed;
Thy letters have transported me beyond
The future in the instant
My dearest love,
goes Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and
hence ? Macb. To-morrow,
,-as he purposes. I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in
O, nevci desire to question them further, they made themselves Shall sun that morrow see! -air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who May read strange matters ;-To beguile the time, all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which tiile, be- Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, fore, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent the coming on of time, with Hail, king that shalt be! But be the serpent under it. He that's coming This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest Must be provided for: and you shall put partner of greatness; that thou mightest rot lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorunt of what great. Which shall to all our nights and days to come
This night's great business into my despatch ; ness is promised thee. lay it to thy heart, and fare- Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. well.
Macb. We will speak further. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
Only look up clear; What thou art promis'd: Yet do I fear thy nature; To alter favour ever is to fear: It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
Leave all the rest to me.
(Ereunt. To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great; Art not without ambition; but without
SCENE VI.-The sume.
Before the Castle. The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, And yet would’st wrongly win : thou’d’st have, great Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
Enter Duncan, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO,
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
This guest of summer, And chastise with the valour of my tongue
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, All that impedes thee from the golden round, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, buttress, To have thee crown'd withal. What is your Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made tidings ?
His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they
Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd the air
Enter Lady Macbeth
Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess Would have inform'd for preparation. (coming : The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble,
Atlen. So, please you, it is true; our thane is Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, One of my fellows had the speed of him;
How you shall bid God yield us for our pains,
All our service Lady M.
Give him tending, In every point twice done, and then done double, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, Were poor and single business, to contend
[Erit Attendant. Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Your majesty loads our house : For those of old, Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits And the late dignities heap'd up to them, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; We rest your hermits. And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-ful
Waere's the thane of Cawdor ? Of direst cruelty! make thick ray blood,
We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose Stop up the access and passage to remorse
To be his purveyor: but he rides well; That no compunctious visitings of nature
And his great love, sharp as his spur, huth holp him Shake my feli purpose, nor keep peace between To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, We are your gucets to-night. And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Your servants ever Wherever in your sightless substances
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt. You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Still to return your own. That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Dun.
Give me your hand : Nor hcaven peep through the blanket of the dark Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him. I would, while it was smiling in my face,
(Ereunt. Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gume,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you SCENE VII. - The same. A Room in the Castle. Have done to this.
Macb. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage,
If we should fail, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and ser
We fail! vice. Then enter MACBETH.
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey 'twere well
Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains It were done quickly: If the assassination
Will I with wine and wassel so convince,
A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep
Bring forth men-children only!
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv’d, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Who should against his murderer bar the door, Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan That they have don't ? Hath born his faculties so meek, hath been
Who dares receive it other, So clcar in his great office, that his virtues
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
I am settled, aud bend up And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Away, and mock the time with fairest show: Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
False face must hide what the false heart doth know Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
(E.ccunt That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
SCENE 1. The same.
Court within the Castle.
Enter Banquo and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a Lady M. He has almost supp'd. Why have you
turch before them. left the chamber ? Macb. Hath he ash'd for me?
Ban. How goes the night, boy ?
(clork. Lady M. Know you noi, he has ?
Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Alacó. We will proceed no further in this business.
Ban. And she goes down at twelve. lle hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
I take't, 'tis later, sir. Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Ban. Hold, take my sword.-There's husbandry Which would be worn now in their ncuest'gloss,
in heaven, Not cast aside so soon.
Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Lady M.
Was the hope drunk,
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And yet I would not sleep:-Merciful powers! And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature At what it did so freely? From this time,
Gives way to in repose !--Give me iny sword ;Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
Enter MACBETH, and a Servant uith a torch. To be the same in thine own act and valour, Who's there? As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have that Macb. A friend. Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-beil And live a coward in thine own esteem;
He bath been in unusual pleasure, and Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Sent forth great largess to your officers : Like the poor cat i' the adage ?
This diamond he greets your wife withal, Macỏ,
Pr'ythee, peace: By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up I dare do all that may become a man;
In measureless content. Who dares do more, is none.
Being unprepar'd, Lady M.
What beast was it then, Our will became the servant to defect; That made you break this enterprise to me? Which else should free have wrought. When you durst do it, then you were a man;
All's well. And, to be more than what you were, you would I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters : Be so inuch more the man. Nor time, nor place, To you they have show'd some truth. Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: 1 Macb.
I think not of them : They have made themselves, avd that their fitness Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, now
Would spend it in scme words upon that business, Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know If you would grant the time. Hoy tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: Ban.
At your kind'st leisarc,