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Navigate this workMacbeth
Macbeth, set primarily in Scotland, mixes witchcraft, prophecy, and murder. Three “Weïrd Sisters” appear to Macbeth and his comrade Banquo after a battle and prophesy that Macbeth will be king and that the descendants of Banquo will also reign. When Macbeth arrives at his castle, he and Lady Macbeth plot to assassinate King Duncan, soon to be their guest, so that Macbeth can become king.
After Macbeth murders Duncan, the king’s two sons flee, and Macbeth is crowned. Fearing that Banquo’s descendants will, according to the Weïrd Sisters’ predictions, take over the kingdom, Macbeth has Banquo killed. At a royal banquet that evening, Macbeth sees Banquo’s ghost appear covered in blood. Macbeth determines to consult the Weïrd Sisters again. They comfort him with ambiguous promises.
Another nobleman, Macduff, rides to England to join Duncan’s older son, Malcolm. Macbeth has Macduff’s wife and children murdered. Malcolm and Macduff lead an army against Macbeth, as Lady Macbeth goes mad and commits suicide.
Macbeth confronts Malcolm’s army, trusting in the Weïrd Sisters’ comforting promises. He learns that the promises are tricks, but continues to fight. Macduff kills Macbeth and Malcolm becomes Scotland’s king.
0001 When shall we three meet again?
0002 In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
0003 When the hurly-burly’s done,
0004 When the battle’s lost and won.
0005 5 That will be ere the set of sun.
0006 Where the place?
SECOND WITCH 0007 Upon the heath.
0008 There to meet with Macbeth.
FIRST WITCH 0009 I come, Graymalkin.
⌜SECOND WITCH⌝ 0010 10Paddock calls.
⌜THIRD WITCH⌝ 0011 Anon.
0012 Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
0013 Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding
0014 What bloody man is that? He can report,
0015 As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
0016 The newest state.
MALCOLM 0017 This is the sergeant
0018 5 Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
0019 ’Gainst my captivity.—Hail, brave friend!
0020 Say to the King the knowledge of the broil
0021 As thou didst leave it.
CAPTAIN 0022 Doubtful it stood,
0023 10 As two spent swimmers that do cling together
0024 And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald
0025 (Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
0026 The multiplying villainies of nature
0027 Do swarm upon him) from the Western Isles
0028 15 Of kerns and ⌜gallowglasses⌝ is supplied;
0029 And Fortune, on his damnèd ⌜quarrel⌝ smiling,
0030 Showed like a rebel’s whore. But all’s too weak;
0031 For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
0032 Disdaining Fortune, with his brandished steel,
0033 20 Which smoked with bloody execution,
0034 Like Valor’s minion, carved out his passage
0035 Till he faced the slave;
0036 Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
0037 Till he unseamed him from the nave to th’ chops,
0038 25 And fixed his head upon our battlements.
0039 O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman!
0040 As whence the sun ’gins his reflection
0041 Shipwracking storms and direful thunders ⌜break,⌝
0043 30 come
0044 Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark:
0045 No sooner justice had, with valor armed,
0046 Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
0047 But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
0048 35 With furbished arms and new supplies of men,
0049 Began a fresh assault.
0050 Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and
0052 Yes, as sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
0053 40 If I say sooth, I must report they were
0054 As cannons overcharged with double cracks,
0055 So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.
0056 Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds
0057 Or memorize another Golgotha,
0058 45 I cannot tell—
0059 But I am faint. My gashes cry for help.
0060 So well thy words become thee as thy wounds:
0061 They smack of honor both.—Go, get him surgeons.
⌜The Captain is led off by Attendants.⌝
Enter Ross and Angus.
0062 Who comes here?
MALCOLM 0063 50 The worthy Thane of Ross.
0064 What a haste looks through his eyes!
0065 So should he look that seems to speak things
ROSS 0067 God save the King.
DUNCAN 0068 55Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?
ROSS 0069 From Fife, great king,
0070 Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
0072 Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
0073 60 Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,
0074 The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict,
0075 Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapped in proof,
0076 Confronted him with self-comparisons,
0077 Point against point, rebellious arm ’gainst arm,
0078 65 Curbing his lavish spirit. And to conclude,
0079 The victory fell on us.
DUNCAN 0080 Great happiness!
ROSS 0081 That now Sweno,
0082 The Norways’ king, craves composition.
0083 70 Nor would we deign him burial of his men
0084 Till he disbursèd at Saint Colme’s Inch
0085 Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
0086 No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive
0087 Our bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present
0088 75 death,
0089 And with his former title greet Macbeth.
ROSS 0090 I’ll see it done.
0091 What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
FIRST WITCH 0092 Where hast thou been, sister?
SECOND WITCH 0093 Killing swine.
THIRD WITCH 0094 Sister, where thou?
0095 A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap
0096 5 And munched and munched and munched. “Give
0097 me,” quoth I.
0098 “Aroint thee, witch,” the rump-fed runnion cries.
0100 But in a sieve I’ll thither sail,
0101 10 And, like a rat without a tail,
0102 I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do.
0103 I’ll give thee a wind.
0104 Th’ art kind.
0105 And I another.
0106 15 I myself have all the other,
0107 And the very ports they blow;
0108 All the quarters that they know
0109 I’ th’ shipman’s card.
0110 I’ll drain him dry as hay.
0111 20 Sleep shall neither night nor day
0112 Hang upon his penthouse lid.
0113 He shall live a man forbid.
0114 Weary sev’nnights, nine times nine,
0115 Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.
0116 25 Though his bark cannot be lost,
0117 Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.
0118 Look what I have.
SECOND WITCH 0119 Show me, show me.
0120 Here I have a pilot’s thumb,
0121 30 Wracked as homeward he did come.Drum within.
0122 A drum, a drum!
0123 Macbeth doth come.
ALL, ⌜dancing in a circle⌝
0124 The Weïrd Sisters, hand in hand,
0125 Posters of the sea and land,
0126 35 Thus do go about, about,
0127 Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
0129 Peace, the charm’s wound up.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
0130 So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
0131 40 How far is ’t called to ⌜Forres?⌝—What are these,
0132 So withered, and so wild in their attire,
0133 That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ th’ Earth
0134 And yet are on ’t?—Live you? Or are you aught
0135 That man may question? You seem to understand
0136 45 me
0137 By each at once her choppy finger laying
0138 Upon her skinny lips. You should be women,
0139 And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
0140 That you are so.
MACBETH 0141 50 Speak if you can. What are you?
0142 All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
0143 All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
0144 All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!
0145 Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear
0146 55 Things that do sound so fair?—I’ th’ name of truth,
0147 Are you fantastical, or that indeed
0148 Which outwardly you show? My noble partner
0149 You greet with present grace and great prediction
0150 Of noble having and of royal hope,
0151 60 That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not.
0152 If you can look into the seeds of time
0153 And say which grain will grow and which will not,
0154 Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear
0155 Your favors nor your hate.
SECOND WITCH 0157 Hail!
THIRD WITCH 0158 Hail!
0159 Lesser than Macbeth and greater.
0160 Not so happy, yet much happier.
0161 70 Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
0162 So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
0163 Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
0164 Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more.
0165 By Sinel’s death I know I am Thane of Glamis.
0166 75 But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives
0167 A prosperous gentleman, and to be king
0168 Stands not within the prospect of belief,
0169 No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
0170 You owe this strange intelligence or why
0171 80 Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
0172 With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you.
0173 The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
0174 And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?
0175 Into the air, and what seemed corporal melted,
0176 85 As breath into the wind. Would they had stayed!
0177 Were such things here as we do speak about?
0178 Or have we eaten on the insane root
0179 That takes the reason prisoner?
0180 Your children shall be kings.
BANQUO 0181 90 You shall be king.
0182 And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?
0183 To th’ selfsame tune and words.—Who’s here?
Enter Ross and Angus.
0184 The King hath happily received, Macbeth,
0185 The news of thy success, and, when he reads
0186 95 Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight,
0187 His wonders and his praises do contend
0188 Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that,
0189 In viewing o’er the rest o’ th’ selfsame day
0190 He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
0191 100 Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
0192 Strange images of death. As thick as tale
0193 ⌜Came⌝ post with post, and every one did bear
0194 Thy praises in his kingdom’s great defense,
0195 And poured them down before him.
ANGUS 0196 105 We are sent
0197 To give thee from our royal master thanks,
0198 Only to herald thee into his sight,
0199 Not pay thee.
0200 And for an earnest of a greater honor,
0201 110 He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor,
0202 In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,
0203 For it is thine.
BANQUO 0204 What, can the devil speak true?
0205 The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me
0206 115 In borrowed robes?
ANGUS 0207 Who was the Thane lives yet,
0208 But under heavy judgment bears that life
0209 Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
0212 With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
0213 He labored in his country’s wrack, I know not;
0214 But treasons capital, confessed and proved,
0215 Have overthrown him.
MACBETH, ⌜aside⌝ 0216 125 Glamis and Thane of Cawdor!
0217 The greatest is behind. ⌜To Ross and Angus.⌝ Thanks
0218 for your pains.
0219 ⌜Aside to Banquo.⌝ Do you not hope your children
0220 shall be kings,
0221 130 When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
0222 Promised no less to them?
BANQUO 0223 That, trusted home,
0224 Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
0225 Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But ’tis strange.
0226 135 And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
0227 The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
0228 Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s
0229 In deepest consequence.—
0230 Cousins, a word, I pray you.⌜They step aside.⌝
MACBETH, ⌜aside⌝ 0231 140 Two truths are told
0232 As happy prologues to the swelling act
0233 Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.
0234 ⌜Aside.⌝ This supernatural soliciting
0235 Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill,
0236 145 Why hath it given me earnest of success
0237 Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
0238 If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
0239 Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
0240 And make my seated heart knock at my ribs
0241 150 Against the use of nature? Present fears
0242 Are less than horrible imaginings.
0243 My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
0244 Shakes so my single state of man
0245 That function is smothered in surmise,
0246 155 And nothing is but what is not.
0248 If chance will have me king, why, chance may
0249 crown me
0250 Without my stir.
BANQUO 0251 160 New honors come upon him,
0252 Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold
0253 But with the aid of use.
MACBETH, ⌜aside⌝ 0254 Come what come may,
0255 Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
0256 165 Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
0257 Give me your favor. My dull brain was wrought
0258 With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
0259 Are registered where every day I turn
0260 The leaf to read them. Let us toward the King.
0261 170 ⌜Aside to Banquo.⌝ Think upon what hath chanced,
0262 and at more time,
0263 The interim having weighed it, let us speak
0264 Our free hearts each to other.
BANQUO 0265 Very gladly.
MACBETH 0266 175Till then, enough.—Come, friends.
Donalbain, and Attendants.
0267 Is execution done on Cawdor? ⌜Are⌝ not
0268 Those in commission yet returned?
MALCOLM 0269 My liege,
0270 They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
0271 5 With one that saw him die, who did report
0273 Implored your Highness’ pardon, and set forth
0274 A deep repentance. Nothing in his life
0275 Became him like the leaving it. He died
0276 10 As one that had been studied in his death
0277 To throw away the dearest thing he owed
0278 As ’twere a careless trifle.
DUNCAN 0279 There’s no art
0280 To find the mind’s construction in the face.
0281 15 He was a gentleman on whom I built
0282 An absolute trust.
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus.
0283 O worthiest cousin,
0284 The sin of my ingratitude even now
0285 Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before
0286 20 That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
0287 To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
0288 That the proportion both of thanks and payment
0289 Might have been mine! Only I have left to say,
0290 More is thy due than more than all can pay.
0291 25 The service and the loyalty I owe
0292 In doing it pays itself. Your Highness’ part
0293 Is to receive our duties, and our duties
0294 Are to your throne and state children and servants,
0295 Which do but what they should by doing everything
0296 30 Safe toward your love and honor.
DUNCAN 0297 Welcome hither.
0298 I have begun to plant thee and will labor
0299 To make thee full of growing.—Noble Banquo,
0300 That hast no less deserved nor must be known
0301 35 No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
0302 And hold thee to my heart.
BANQUO 0303 There, if I grow,
0304 The harvest is your own.
0306 40 Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
0307 In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
0308 And you whose places are the nearest, know
0309 We will establish our estate upon
0310 Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
0311 45 The Prince of Cumberland; which honor must
0312 Not unaccompanied invest him only,
0313 But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
0314 On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness
0315 And bind us further to you.
0316 50 The rest is labor which is not used for you.
0317 I’ll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
0318 The hearing of my wife with your approach.
0319 So humbly take my leave.
DUNCAN 0320 My worthy Cawdor.
0321 55 The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step
0322 On which I must fall down or else o’erleap,
0323 For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
0324 Let not light see my black and deep desires.
0325 The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be
0326 60 Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
0327 True, worthy Banquo. He is full so valiant,
0328 And in his commendations I am fed:
0329 It is a banquet to me.—Let’s after him,
0330 Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.
0331 65 It is a peerless kinsman.
Flourish. They exit.
LADY MACBETH, ⌜reading the letter⌝ 0332 They met me in the
0333 day of success, and I have learned by the perfect’st
0334 report they have more in them than mortal knowledge.
0335 When I burned in desire to question them further, they
0336 5 made themselves air, into which they vanished.
0337 Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came missives
0338 from the King, who all-hailed me “Thane of Cawdor,”
0339 by which title, before, these Weïrd Sisters saluted me
0340 and referred me to the coming on of time with “Hail,
0341 10 king that shalt be.” This have I thought good to deliver
0342 thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
0343 might’st not lose the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant
0344 of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
0345 heart, and farewell.
0346 15 Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
0347 What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature;
0348 It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness
0349 To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great,
0350 Art not without ambition, but without
0351 20 The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst
0353 That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false
0354 And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou ’dst have, great
0356 25 That which cries “Thus thou must do,” if thou have
0358 And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
0359 Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
0360 That I may pour my spirits in thine ear
0361 30 And chastise with the valor of my tongue
0362 All that impedes thee from the golden round,
0363 Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
0364 To have thee crowned withal.
0365 What is your tidings?
0366 35 The King comes here tonight.
LADY MACBETH 0367 Thou ’rt mad to say it.
0368 Is not thy master with him, who, were ’t so,
0369 Would have informed for preparation?
0370 So please you, it is true. Our thane is coming.
0371 40 One of my fellows had the speed of him,
0372 Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
0373 Than would make up his message.
LADY MACBETH 0374 Give him tending.
0375 He brings great news.Messenger exits.
0376 45 The raven himself is hoarse
0377 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
0378 Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
0379 That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
0380 And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
0381 50 Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
0382 Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse,
0383 That no compunctious visitings of nature
0384 Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
0385 Th’ effect and it. Come to my woman’s breasts
0386 55 And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,
0387 Wherever in your sightless substances
0388 You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night,
0389 And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
0390 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
0391 60 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
0392 To cry “Hold, hold!”
0393 Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor,
0394 Greater than both by the all-hail hereafter!
0396 65 This ignorant present, and I feel now
0397 The future in the instant.
MACBETH 0398 My dearest love,
0399 Duncan comes here tonight.
LADY MACBETH 0400 And when goes hence?
0401 70 Tomorrow, as he purposes.
LADY MACBETH 0402 O, never
0403 Shall sun that morrow see!
0404 Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
0405 May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
0406 75 Look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye,
0407 Your hand, your tongue. Look like th’ innocent
0409 But be the serpent under ’t. He that’s coming
0410 Must be provided for; and you shall put
0411 80 This night’s great business into my dispatch,
0412 Which shall to all our nights and days to come
0413 Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
0414 We will speak further.
LADY MACBETH 0415 Only look up clear.
0416 85 To alter favor ever is to fear.
0417 Leave all the rest to me.
Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and
0418 This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air
0419 Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
0420 Unto our gentle senses.
0422 5 The temple-haunting ⌜martlet,⌝ does approve,
0423 By his loved ⌜mansionry,⌝ that the heaven’s breath
0424 Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze,
0425 Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
0426 Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle.
0427 10 Where they ⌜most⌝ breed and haunt, I have
0429 The air is delicate.
Enter Lady ⌜Macbeth.⌝
DUNCAN 0430 See, see our honored hostess!—
0431 The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
0432 15 Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
0433 How you shall bid God ’ild us for your pains
0434 And thank us for your trouble.
LADY MACBETH 0435 All our service,
0436 In every point twice done and then done double,
0437 20 Were poor and single business to contend
0438 Against those honors deep and broad wherewith
0439 Your Majesty loads our house. For those of old,
0440 And the late dignities heaped up to them,
0441 We rest your hermits.
DUNCAN 0442 25 Where’s the Thane of Cawdor?
0443 We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose
0444 To be his purveyor; but he rides well,
0445 And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath helped
0447 30 To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
0448 We are your guest tonight.
LADY MACBETH 0449 Your servants ever
0450 Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt
0451 To make their audit at your Highness’ pleasure,
0452 35 Still to return your own.
DUNCAN 0453 Give me your hand.
0454 Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly
0455 And shall continue our graces towards him.
0456 By your leave, hostess.
with dishes and service over the stage. Then enter
0457 If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well
0458 It were done quickly. If th’ assassination
0459 Could trammel up the consequence and catch
0460 With his surcease success, that but this blow
0461 5 Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
0462 But here, upon this bank and ⌜shoal⌝ of time,
0463 We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases
0464 We still have judgment here, that we but teach
0465 Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
0466 10 To plague th’ inventor. This even-handed justice
0467 Commends th’ ingredience of our poisoned chalice
0468 To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:
0469 First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
0470 Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
0471 15 Who should against his murderer shut the door,
0472 Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
0473 Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
0474 So clear in his great office, that his virtues
0475 Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
0476 20 The deep damnation of his taking-off;
0477 And pity, like a naked newborn babe
0478 Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin horsed
0480 Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
0481 25 That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
0482 To prick the sides of my intent, but only
0483 Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself
0484 And falls on th’ other—
Enter Lady ⌜Macbeth.⌝
0485 How now, what news?
0486 30 He has almost supped. Why have you left the
0488 Hath he asked for me?
LADY MACBETH 0489 Know you not he has?
0490 We will proceed no further in this business.
0491 35 He hath honored me of late, and I have bought
0492 Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
0493 Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
0494 Not cast aside so soon.
LADY MACBETH 0495 Was the hope drunk
0496 40 Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?
0497 And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
0498 At what it did so freely? From this time
0499 Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
0500 To be the same in thine own act and valor
0501 45 As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
0502 Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life
0503 And live a coward in thine own esteem,
0504 Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would,”
0505 Like the poor cat i’ th’ adage?
MACBETH 0506 50 Prithee, peace.
0507 I dare do all that may become a man.
0508 Who dares ⌜do⌝ more is none.
0511 55 That made you break this enterprise to me?
0512 When you durst do it, then you were a man;
0513 And to be more than what you were, you would
0514 Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
0515 Did then adhere, and yet you would make both.
0516 60 They have made themselves, and that their fitness
0518 Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
0519 How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me.
0520 I would, while it was smiling in my face,
0521 65 Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums
0522 And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you
0523 Have done to this.
MACBETH 0524 If we should fail—
LADY MACBETH 0525 We fail?
0526 70 But screw your courage to the sticking place
0527 And we’ll not fail. When Duncan is asleep
0528 (Whereto the rather shall his day’s hard journey
0529 Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains
0530 Will I with wine and wassail so convince
0531 75 That memory, the warder of the brain,
0532 Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
0533 A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep
0534 Their drenchèd natures lies as in a death,
0535 What cannot you and I perform upon
0536 80 Th’ unguarded Duncan? What not put upon
0537 His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
0538 Of our great quell?
MACBETH 0539 Bring forth men-children only,
0540 For thy undaunted mettle should compose
0541 85 Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
0542 When we have marked with blood those sleepy two
0543 Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
0544 That they have done ’t?
0546 90 As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
0547 Upon his death?
MACBETH 0548 I am settled and bend up
0549 Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
0550 Away, and mock the time with fairest show.
0551 95 False face must hide what the false heart doth
BANQUO 0553 How goes the night, boy?
0554 The moon is down. I have not heard the clock.
BANQUO 0555 And she goes down at twelve.
FLEANCE 0556 I take ’t ’tis later, sir.
0557 5 Hold, take my sword.⌜He gives his sword to Fleance.⌝
0558 There’s husbandry in heaven;
0559 Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.
0560 A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
0561 And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers,
0562 10 Restrain in me the cursèd thoughts that nature
0563 Gives way to in repose.
Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.
0564 Give me my sword.—Who’s
MACBETH 0566 A friend.
0567 15 What, sir, not yet at rest? The King’s abed.
0568 He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
0569 Sent forth great largess to your offices.
0570 This diamond he greets your wife withal,
0572 20 In measureless content.
⌜He gives Macbeth a jewel.⌝
MACBETH 0573 Being unprepared,
0574 Our will became the servant to defect,
0575 Which else should free have wrought.
BANQUO 0576 All’s well.
0577 25 I dreamt last night of the three Weïrd Sisters.
0578 To you they have showed some truth.
MACBETH 0579 I think not of
0581 Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
0582 30 We would spend it in some words upon that
0584 If you would grant the time.
BANQUO 0585 At your kind’st leisure.
0586 If you shall cleave to my consent, when ’tis,
0587 35 It shall make honor for you.
BANQUO 0588 So I lose none
0589 In seeking to augment it, but still keep
0590 My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,
0591 I shall be counseled.
MACBETH 0592 40 Good repose the while.
BANQUO 0593 Thanks, sir. The like to you.
Banquo ⌜and Fleance⌝ exit.
0594 Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
0595 She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
0596 Is this a dagger which I see before me,
0597 45 The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch
0599 I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
0600 Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
0601 To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
0603 Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?
0604 I see thee yet, in form as palpable
0605 As this which now I draw.⌜He draws his dagger.⌝
0606 Thou marshal’st me the way that I was going,
0607 55 And such an instrument I was to use.
0608 Mine eyes are made the fools o’ th’ other senses
0609 Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,
0610 And, on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
0611 Which was not so before. There’s no such thing.
0612 60 It is the bloody business which informs
0613 Thus to mine eyes. Now o’er the one-half world
0614 Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
0615 The curtained sleep. Witchcraft celebrates
0616 Pale Hecate’s off’rings, and withered murder,
0617 65 Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf,
0618 Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
0619 With Tarquin’s ravishing ⌜strides,⌝ towards his
0621 Moves like a ghost. Thou ⌜sure⌝ and firm-set earth,
0622 70 Hear not my steps, which ⌜way they⌝ walk, for fear
0623 Thy very stones prate of my whereabouts
0624 And take the present horror from the time,
0625 Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives.
0626 Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
A bell rings.
0627 75 I go, and it is done. The bell invites me.
0628 Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
0629 That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
0630 That which hath made them drunk hath made me
0632 What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
0634 5 It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman,
0635 Which gives the stern’st good-night. He is about it.
0636 The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms
0637 Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugged
0638 their possets,
0639 10 That death and nature do contend about them
0640 Whether they live or die.
MACBETH, ⌜within⌝ 0641 Who’s there? what, ho!
0642 Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
0643 And ’tis not done. Th’ attempt and not the deed
0644 15 Confounds us. Hark!—I laid their daggers ready;
0645 He could not miss ’em. Had he not resembled
0646 My father as he slept, I had done ’t.
Enter Macbeth ⌜with bloody daggers.⌝
0647 My husband?
0648 I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
0649 20 I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
0650 Did not you speak?
MACBETH 0651 When?
LADY MACBETH 0652 Now.
MACBETH 0653 As I descended?
LADY MACBETH 0654 25Ay.
MACBETH 0655 Hark!—Who lies i’ th’ second chamber?
LADY MACBETH 0656 Donalbain.
0658 A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
0659 30 There’s one did laugh in ’s sleep, and one cried
0661 That they did wake each other. I stood and heard
0663 But they did say their prayers and addressed them
0664 35 Again to sleep.
LADY MACBETH 0665 There are two lodged together.
0666 One cried “God bless us” and “Amen” the other,
0667 As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands,
0668 List’ning their fear. I could not say “Amen”
0669 40 When they did say “God bless us.”
LADY MACBETH 0670 Consider it not so deeply.
0671 But wherefore could not I pronounce “Amen”?
0672 I had most need of blessing, and “Amen”
0673 Stuck in my throat.
LADY MACBETH 0674 45 These deeds must not be thought
0675 After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
0676 Methought I heard a voice cry “Sleep no more!
0677 Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep,
0678 Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
0679 50 The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,
0680 Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
0681 Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
LADY MACBETH 0682 What do you mean?
0683 Still it cried “Sleep no more!” to all the house.
0684 55 “Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore
0686 Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.”
0687 Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
0688 You do unbend your noble strength to think
0689 60 So brainsickly of things. Go get some water
0690 And wash this filthy witness from your hand.—
0691 Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
0692 They must lie there. Go, carry them and smear
0693 The sleepy grooms with blood.
MACBETH 0694 65 I’ll go no more.
0695 I am afraid to think what I have done.
0696 Look on ’t again I dare not.
LADY MACBETH 0697 Infirm of purpose!
0698 Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
0699 70 Are but as pictures. ’Tis the eye of childhood
0700 That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
0701 I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
0702 For it must seem their guilt.
She exits ⌜with the daggers.⌝ Knock within.
MACBETH 0703 Whence is that
0704 75 knocking?
0705 How is ’t with me when every noise appalls me?
0706 What hands are here! Ha, they pluck out mine eyes.
0707 Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
0708 Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
0709 80 The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
0710 Making the green one red.
Enter Lady ⌜Macbeth.⌝
0711 My hands are of your color, but I shame
0712 To wear a heart so white.Knock.
0713 I hear a knocking
0714 85 At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber.
0715 A little water clears us of this deed.
0716 How easy is it, then! Your constancy
0717 Hath left you unattended.Knock.
0719 90 Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us
0720 And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
0721 So poorly in your thoughts.
0722 To know my deed ’twere best not know myself.
0723 Wake Duncan with thy knocking. I would thou
0724 95 couldst.
PORTER 0725 Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were
0726 porter of hell gate, he should have old turning the
0727 key. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there, i’
0728 th’ name of Beelzebub? Here’s a farmer that hanged
0729 5 himself on th’ expectation of plenty. Come in time!
0730 Have napkins enough about you; here you’ll sweat
0731 for ’t. (Knock.) Knock, knock! Who’s there, in th’
0732 other devil’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocator
0733 that could swear in both the scales against either
0734 10 scale, who committed treason enough for God’s
0735 sake yet could not equivocate to heaven. O, come in,
0736 equivocator. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s
0737 there? Faith, here’s an English tailor come hither for
0738 stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor. Here
0739 15 you may roast your goose. (Knock.) Knock, knock!
0740 Never at quiet.—What are you?—But this place is
0741 too cold for hell. I’ll devil-porter it no further. I had
0742 thought to have let in some of all professions that go
0743 the primrose way to th’ everlasting bonfire. (Knock.)
0744 20 Anon, anon!
⌜The Porter opens the door to⌝ Macduff and Lennox.
0745 I pray you, remember the porter.
0746 Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed
0747 That you do lie so late?
PORTER 0748 Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second
0749 25 cock, and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three
MACDUFF 0751 What three things does drink especially
PORTER 0753 Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
0754 30 Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes. It provokes
0755 the desire, but it takes away the performance.
0756 Therefore much drink may be said to be an
0757 equivocator with lechery. It makes him, and it
0758 mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it
0759 35 persuades him and disheartens him; makes him
0760 stand to and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates
0761 him in a sleep and, giving him the lie, leaves
MACDUFF 0763 I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
PORTER 0764 40That it did, sir, i’ th’ very throat on me; but I
0765 requited him for his lie, and, I think, being too
0766 strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime,
0767 yet I made a shift to cast him.
MACDUFF 0768 Is thy master stirring?
0769 45 Our knocking has awaked him. Here he comes.
0770 Good morrow, noble sir.
MACBETH 0771 Good morrow, both.
0772 Is the King stirring, worthy thane?
MACBETH 0773 Not yet.
0774 50 He did command me to call timely on him.
0775 I have almost slipped the hour.
0777 I know this is a joyful trouble to you,
0778 But yet ’tis one.
0779 55 The labor we delight in physics pain.
0780 This is the door.
MACDUFF 0781 I’ll make so bold to call,
0782 For ’tis my limited service.Macduff exits.
LENNOX 0783 Goes the King hence today?
MACBETH 0784 60He does. He did appoint so.
0785 The night has been unruly. Where we lay,
0786 Our chimneys were blown down and, as they say,
0787 Lamentings heard i’ th’ air, strange screams of
0789 65 And prophesying, with accents terrible,
0790 Of dire combustion and confused events
0791 New hatched to th’ woeful time. The obscure bird
0792 Clamored the livelong night. Some say the Earth
0793 Was feverous and did shake.
MACBETH 0794 70 ’Twas a rough night.
0795 My young remembrance cannot parallel
0796 A fellow to it.
MACDUFF 0797 O horror, horror, horror!
0798 Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!
MACBETH AND LENNOX 0799 75What’s the matter?
0800 Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
0801 Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
0802 The Lord’s anointed temple and stole thence
0803 The life o’ th’ building.
LENNOX 0805 Mean you his Majesty?
0806 Approach the chamber and destroy your sight
0807 With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak.
0808 See and then speak yourselves.
Macbeth and Lennox exit.
0809 85 Awake, awake!
0810 Ring the alarum bell.—Murder and treason!
0811 Banquo and Donalbain, Malcolm, awake!
0812 Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,
0813 And look on death itself. Up, up, and see
0814 90 The great doom’s image. Malcolm, Banquo,
0815 As from your graves rise up and walk like sprites
0816 To countenance this horror.—Ring the bell.
Enter Lady ⌜Macbeth.⌝
LADY MACBETH 0817 What’s the business,
0818 That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
0819 95 The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!
MACDUFF 0820 O gentle lady,
0821 ’Tis not for you to hear what I can speak.
0822 The repetition in a woman’s ear
0823 Would murder as it fell.
0824 100 O Banquo, Banquo,
0825 Our royal master’s murdered.
LADY MACBETH 0826 Woe, alas!
0827 What, in our house?
BANQUO 0828 Too cruel anywhere.—
0829 105 Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself
0830 And say it is not so.
0831 Had I but died an hour before this chance,
0832 I had lived a blessèd time; for from this instant
0833 There’s nothing serious in mortality.
0834 110 All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead.
0835 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
0836 Is left this vault to brag of.
Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.
DONALBAIN 0837 What is amiss?
MACBETH 0838 You are, and do not know ’t.
0839 115 The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
0840 Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped.
0841 Your royal father’s murdered.
MALCOLM 0842 O, by whom?
0843 Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done ’t.
0844 120 Their hands and faces were all badged with blood.
0845 So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
0846 Upon their pillows. They stared and were distracted.
0847 No man’s life was to be trusted with them.
0848 O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
0849 125 That I did kill them.
MACDUFF 0850 Wherefore did you so?
0851 Who can be wise, amazed, temp’rate, and furious,
0852 Loyal, and neutral, in a moment? No man.
0853 Th’ expedition of my violent love
0854 130 Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
0855 His silver skin laced with his golden blood,
0856 And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature
0857 For ruin’s wasteful entrance; there the murderers,
0859 135 Unmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain
0860 That had a heart to love, and in that heart
0861 Courage to make ’s love known?
LADY MACBETH 0862 Help me hence, ho!
0863 Look to the lady.
MALCOLM, ⌜aside to Donalbain⌝ 0864 140 Why do we hold our
0866 That most may claim this argument for ours?
DONALBAIN, ⌜aside to Malcolm⌝
0867 What should be spoken here, where our fate,
0868 Hid in an auger hole, may rush and seize us?
0869 145 Let’s away. Our tears are not yet brewed.
MALCOLM, ⌜aside to Donalbain⌝
0870 Nor our strong sorrow upon the foot of motion.
BANQUO 0871 Look to the lady.
⌜Lady Macbeth is assisted to leave.⌝
0872 And when we have our naked frailties hid,
0873 That suffer in exposure, let us meet
0874 150 And question this most bloody piece of work
0875 To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us.
0876 In the great hand of God I stand, and thence
0877 Against the undivulged pretense I fight
0878 Of treasonous malice.
MACDUFF 0879 155 And so do I.
ALL 0880 So all.
0881 Let’s briefly put on manly readiness
0882 And meet i’ th’ hall together.
ALL 0883 Well contented.
⌜All but Malcolm and Donalbain⌝ exit.
0884 160 What will you do? Let’s not consort with them.
0885 To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
0886 Which the false man does easy. I’ll to England.
0887 To Ireland I. Our separated fortune
0888 Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,
0889 165 There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The near in blood,
0890 The nearer bloody.
MALCOLM 0891 This murderous shaft that’s shot
0892 Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
0893 Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse,
0894 170 And let us not be dainty of leave-taking
0895 But shift away. There’s warrant in that theft
0896 Which steals itself when there’s no mercy left.
0897 Threescore and ten I can remember well,
0898 Within the volume of which time I have seen
0899 Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore
0901 5 Hath trifled former knowings.
ROSS 0902 Ha, good father,
0903 Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man’s act,
0904 Threatens his bloody stage. By th’ clock ’tis day,
0905 And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.
0906 10 Is ’t night’s predominance or the day’s shame
0907 That darkness does the face of earth entomb
0908 When living light should kiss it?
OLD MAN 0909 ’Tis unnatural,
0910 Even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last
0911 15 A falcon, tow’ring in her pride of place,
0912 Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
0913 And Duncan’s horses (a thing most strange and
0916 20 Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
0917 Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would
0918 Make war with mankind.
OLD MAN 0919 ’Tis said they eat each
0921 25 They did so, to th’ amazement of mine eyes
0922 That looked upon ’t.
0923 Here comes the good
0925 How goes the world, sir, now?
MACDUFF 0926 30 Why, see you not?
0927 Is ’t known who did this more than bloody deed?
0928 Those that Macbeth hath slain.
ROSS 0929 Alas the day,
0930 What good could they pretend?
MACDUFF 0931 35 They were suborned.
0932 Malcolm and Donalbain, the King’s two sons,
0933 Are stol’n away and fled, which puts upon them
0934 Suspicion of the deed.
ROSS 0935 ’Gainst nature still!
0936 40 Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up
0937 Thine own lives’ means. Then ’tis most like
0938 The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
0939 He is already named and gone to Scone
0940 To be invested.
ROSS 0941 45 Where is Duncan’s body?
MACDUFF 0942 Carried to Colmekill,
0943 The sacred storehouse of his predecessors
0944 And guardian of their bones.
0946 50 No, cousin, I’ll to Fife.
ROSS 0947 Well, I will thither.
0948 Well, may you see things well done there. Adieu,
0949 Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.
ROSS 0950 Farewell, father.
0951 55 God’s benison go with you and with those
0952 That would make good of bad and friends of foes.
0953 Thou hast it now—king, Cawdor, Glamis, all
0954 As the Weïrd Women promised, and I fear
0955 Thou played’st most foully for ’t. Yet it was said
0956 It should not stand in thy posterity,
0957 5 But that myself should be the root and father
0958 Of many kings. If there come truth from them
0959 (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine)
0960 Why, by the verities on thee made good,
0961 May they not be my oracles as well,
0962 10 And set me up in hope? But hush, no more.
Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady
⌜Macbeth,⌝ Lennox, Ross, Lords, and Attendants.
0963 Here’s our chief guest.
LADY MACBETH 0964 If he had been forgotten,
0965 It had been as a gap in our great feast
0966 And all-thing unbecoming.
0967 15 Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir,
0968 And I’ll request your presence.
BANQUO 0969 Let your Highness
0971 Are with a most indissoluble tie
0972 20 Forever knit.
MACBETH 0973 Ride you this afternoon?
BANQUO 0974 Ay, my good lord.
0975 We should have else desired your good advice
0976 (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous)
0977 25 In this day’s council, but we’ll take tomorrow.
0978 Is ’t far you ride?
0979 As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
0980 ’Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better,
0981 I must become a borrower of the night
0982 30 For a dark hour or twain.
MACBETH 0983 Fail not our feast.
BANQUO 0984 My lord, I will not.
0985 We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed
0986 In England and in Ireland, not confessing
0987 35 Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
0988 With strange invention. But of that tomorrow,
0989 When therewithal we shall have cause of state
0990 Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse. Adieu,
0991 Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
0992 40 Ay, my good lord. Our time does call upon ’s.
0993 I wish your horses swift and sure of foot,
0994 And so I do commend you to their backs.
0995 Farewell.Banquo exits.
0996 Let every man be master of his time
0997 45 Till seven at night. To make society
0998 The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
0999 Till suppertime alone. While then, God be with you.
Lords ⌜and all but Macbeth and a Servant⌝ exit.
1001 Our pleasure?
1002 50 They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
1003 Bring them before us.Servant exits.
1004 To be thus is nothing,
1005 But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo
1006 Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature
1007 55 Reigns that which would be feared. ’Tis much he
1009 And to that dauntless temper of his mind
1010 He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor
1011 To act in safety. There is none but he
1012 60 Whose being I do fear; and under him
1013 My genius is rebuked, as it is said
1014 Mark Antony’s was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
1015 When first they put the name of king upon me
1016 And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like,
1017 65 They hailed him father to a line of kings.
1018 Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
1019 And put a barren scepter in my grip,
1020 Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
1021 No son of mine succeeding. If ’t be so,
1022 70 For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind;
1023 For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered,
1024 Put rancors in the vessel of my peace
1025 Only for them, and mine eternal jewel
1026 Given to the common enemy of man
1027 75 To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings.
1028 Rather than so, come fate into the list,
1029 And champion me to th’ utterance.—Who’s there?
Enter Servant and two Murderers.
1030 ⌜To the Servant.⌝ Now go to the door, and stay there
1031 till we call.Servant exits.
1033 It was, so please your Highness.
MACBETH 1034 Well then, now
1035 Have you considered of my speeches? Know
1036 That it was he, in the times past, which held you
1037 85 So under fortune, which you thought had been
1038 Our innocent self. This I made good to you
1039 In our last conference, passed in probation with you
1040 How you were borne in hand, how crossed, the
1042 90 Who wrought with them, and all things else that
1044 To half a soul and to a notion crazed
1045 Say “Thus did Banquo.”
FIRST MURDERER 1046 You made it known to us.
1047 95 I did so, and went further, which is now
1048 Our point of second meeting. Do you find
1049 Your patience so predominant in your nature
1050 That you can let this go? Are you so gospeled
1051 To pray for this good man and for his issue,
1052 100 Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave
1053 And beggared yours forever?
FIRST MURDERER 1054 We are men, my liege.
1055 Ay, in the catalogue you go for men,
1056 As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels,
1057 105 curs,
1058 Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clept
1059 All by the name of dogs. The valued file
1060 Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
1061 The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
1062 110 According to the gift which bounteous nature
1063 Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
1065 That writes them all alike. And so of men.
1066 Now, if you have a station in the file,
1067 115 Not i’ th’ worst rank of manhood, say ’t,
1068 And I will put that business in your bosoms
1069 Whose execution takes your enemy off,
1070 Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
1071 Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
1072 120 Which in his death were perfect.
SECOND MURDERER 1073 I am one, my liege,
1074 Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
1075 Hath so incensed that I am reckless what
1076 I do to spite the world.
FIRST MURDERER 1077 125 And I another
1078 So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,
1079 That I would set my life on any chance,
1080 To mend it or be rid on ’t.
MACBETH 1081 Both of you
1082 130 Know Banquo was your enemy.
⌜MURDERERS⌝ 1083 True, my lord.
1084 So is he mine, and in such bloody distance
1085 That every minute of his being thrusts
1086 Against my near’st of life. And though I could
1087 135 With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
1088 And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
1089 For certain friends that are both his and mine,
1090 Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
1091 Who I myself struck down. And thence it is
1092 140 That I to your assistance do make love,
1093 Masking the business from the common eye
1094 For sundry weighty reasons.
SECOND MURDERER 1095 We shall, my lord,
1096 Perform what you command us.
FIRST MURDERER 1097 145 Though our lives—
1098 Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at
1100 I will advise you where to plant yourselves,
1101 Acquaint you with the perfect spy o’ th’ time,
1102 150 The moment on ’t, for ’t must be done tonight
1103 And something from the palace; always thought
1104 That I require a clearness. And with him
1105 (To leave no rubs nor botches in the work)
1106 Fleance, his son, that keeps him company,
1107 155 Whose absence is no less material to me
1108 Than is his father’s, must embrace the fate
1109 Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart.
1110 I’ll come to you anon.
⌜MURDERERS⌝ 1111 We are resolved, my lord.
1112 160 I’ll call upon you straight. Abide within.
1113 It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul’s flight,
1114 If it find heaven, must find it out tonight.
LADY MACBETH 1115 Is Banquo gone from court?
1116 Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.
1117 Say to the King I would attend his leisure
1118 For a few words.
SERVANT 1119 5Madam, I will.He exits.
LADY MACBETH 1120 Naught’s had, all’s spent,
1121 Where our desire is got without content.
1122 ’Tis safer to be that which we destroy
1123 Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
1124 10 How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
1125 Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
1126 Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
1127 With them they think on? Things without all remedy
1128 Should be without regard. What’s done is done.
1129 15 We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
1130 She’ll close and be herself whilst our poor malice
1131 Remains in danger of her former tooth.
1132 But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds
1134 20 Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
1135 In the affliction of these terrible dreams
1136 That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead,
1137 Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
1138 Than on the torture of the mind to lie
1139 25 In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave.
1140 After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well.
1141 Treason has done his worst; nor steel nor poison,
1142 Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing
1143 Can touch him further.
LADY MACBETH 1144 30 Come on, gentle my lord,
1145 Sleek o’er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial
1146 Among your guests tonight.
MACBETH 1147 So shall I, love,
1148 And so I pray be you. Let your remembrance
1149 35 Apply to Banquo; present him eminence
1150 Both with eye and tongue: unsafe the while that we
1151 Must lave our honors in these flattering streams
1152 And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
1153 Disguising what they are.
LADY MACBETH 1154 40 You must leave this.
1155 O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
1156 Thou know’st that Banquo and his Fleance lives.
1157 But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne.
1158 There’s comfort yet; they are assailable.
1159 45 Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown
1160 His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate’s summons
1161 The shard-born beetle with his drowsy hums
1162 Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done
1163 A deed of dreadful note.
LADY MACBETH 1164 50 What’s to be done?
1165 Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
1166 Till thou applaud the deed.—Come, seeling night,
1167 Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
1168 And with thy bloody and invisible hand
1169 55 Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
1170 Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow
1171 Makes wing to th’ rooky wood.
1172 Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
1173 Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do
1174 60 rouse.—
1175 Thou marvel’st at my words, but hold thee still.
1176 Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
1177 So prithee go with me.
1178 But who did bid thee join with us?
THIRD MURDERER 1179 Macbeth.
SECOND MURDERER, ⌜to the First Murderer⌝
1180 He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
1181 Our offices and what we have to do
1182 5 To the direction just.
1184 The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
1185 Now spurs the lated traveler apace
1186 To gain the timely inn, ⌜and⌝ near approaches
1187 10 The subject of our watch.
THIRD MURDERER 1188 Hark, I hear horses.
BANQUO, within 1189 Give us a light there, ho!
SECOND MURDERER 1190 Then ’tis he. The rest
1191 That are within the note of expectation
1192 15 Already are i’ th’ court.
FIRST MURDERER 1193 His horses go about.
1194 Almost a mile; but he does usually
1195 (So all men do) from hence to th’ palace gate
1196 Make it their walk.
Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a torch.
SECOND MURDERER 1197 20A light, a light!
THIRD MURDERER 1198 ’Tis he.
FIRST MURDERER 1199 Stand to ’t.
BANQUO, ⌜to Fleance⌝ 1200 It will be rain tonight.
FIRST MURDERER 1201 Let it come down!
⌜The three Murderers attack.⌝
1202 25 O treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
1203 Thou mayst revenge—O slave!
⌜He dies. Fleance exits.⌝
1204 Who did strike out the light?
FIRST MURDERER 1205 Was ’t not the way?
THIRD MURDERER 1206 There’s but one down. The son is
1207 30 fled.
SECOND MURDERER 1208 We have lost best half of our
1210 Well, let’s away and say how much is done.
Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants.
1211 You know your own degrees; sit down. At first
1212 And last, the hearty welcome.⌜They sit.⌝
LORDS 1213 Thanks to your Majesty.
1214 Ourself will mingle with society
1215 5 And play the humble host.
1216 Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
1217 We will require her welcome.
1218 Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,
1219 For my heart speaks they are welcome.
Enter First Murderer ⌜to the door.⌝
1220 10 See, they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks.
1221 Both sides are even. Here I’ll sit i’ th’ midst.
1222 Be large in mirth. Anon we’ll drink a measure
1223 The table round. ⌜He approaches the Murderer.⌝ There’s
1224 blood upon thy face.
MURDERER 1225 15’Tis Banquo’s then.
1226 ’Tis better thee without than he within.
1227 Is he dispatched?
1228 My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him.
1229 Thou art the best o’ th’ cutthroats,
1230 20 Yet he’s good that did the like for Fleance.
1231 If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
1232 Most royal sir, Fleance is ’scaped.
1233 Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect,
1235 25 As broad and general as the casing air.
1236 But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
1237 To saucy doubts and fears.—But Banquo’s safe?
1238 Ay, my good lord. Safe in a ditch he bides,
1239 With twenty trenchèd gashes on his head,
1240 30 The least a death to nature.
MACBETH 1241 Thanks for that.
1242 There the grown serpent lies. The worm that’s fled
1243 Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
1244 No teeth for th’ present. Get thee gone. Tomorrow
1245 35 We’ll hear ourselves again.Murderer exits.
LADY MACBETH 1246 My royal lord,
1247 You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold
1248 That is not often vouched, while ’tis a-making,
1249 ’Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home;
1250 40 From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony;
1251 Meeting were bare without it.
Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeth’s place.
MACBETH, ⌜to Lady Macbeth⌝ 1252 Sweet remembrancer!—
1253 Now, good digestion wait on appetite
1254 And health on both!
LENNOX 1255 45 May ’t please your Highness sit.
1256 Here had we now our country’s honor roofed,
1257 Were the graced person of our Banquo present,
1258 Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
1259 Than pity for mischance.
ROSS 1260 50 His absence, sir,
1261 Lays blame upon his promise. Please ’t your
1263 To grace us with your royal company?
1264 The table’s full.
MACBETH 1266 Where?
1267 Here, my good lord. What is ’t that moves your
1269 Which of you have done this?
LORDS 1270 60 What, my good lord?
MACBETH, ⌜to the Ghost⌝
1271 Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake
1272 Thy gory locks at me.
1273 Gentlemen, rise. His Highness is not well.
1274 Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus
1275 65 And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat.
1276 The fit is momentary; upon a thought
1277 He will again be well. If much you note him
1278 You shall offend him and extend his passion.
1279 Feed and regard him not.⌜Drawing Macbeth aside.⌝
1280 70 Are you a man?
1281 Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
1282 Which might appall the devil.
LADY MACBETH 1283 O, proper stuff!
1284 This is the very painting of your fear.
1285 75 This is the air-drawn dagger which you said
1286 Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
1287 Impostors to true fear, would well become
1288 A woman’s story at a winter’s fire,
1289 Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
1290 80 Why do you make such faces? When all’s done,
1291 You look but on a stool.
1292 Prithee, see there. Behold, look! ⌜To the Ghost.⌝ Lo,
1293 how say you?
1295 85 If charnel houses and our graves must send
1296 Those that we bury back, our monuments
1297 Shall be the maws of kites.⌜Ghost exits.⌝
LADY MACBETH 1298 What, quite unmanned in folly?
1299 If I stand here, I saw him.
LADY MACBETH 1300 90 Fie, for shame!
1301 Blood hath been shed ere now, i’ th’ olden time,
1302 Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;
1303 Ay, and since too, murders have been performed
1304 Too terrible for the ear. The ⌜time⌝ has been
1305 95 That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
1306 And there an end. But now they rise again
1307 With twenty mortal murders on their crowns
1308 And push us from our stools. This is more strange
1309 Than such a murder is.
LADY MACBETH 1310 100 My worthy lord,
1311 Your noble friends do lack you.
MACBETH 1312 I do forget.—
1313 Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.
1314 I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
1315 105 To those that know me. Come, love and health to
1317 Then I’ll sit down.—Give me some wine. Fill full.
1318 I drink to th’ general joy o’ th’ whole table
1319 And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss.
1320 110 Would he were here! To all, and him we thirst,
1321 And all to all.
LORDS 1322 Our duties, and the pledge.
⌜They raise their drinking cups.⌝
MACBETH, ⌜to the Ghost⌝
1323 Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee.
1324 Thy bones are marrowless; thy blood is cold;
1326 Which thou dost glare with.
LADY MACBETH 1327 Think of this, good
1329 But as a thing of custom. ’Tis no other;
1330 120 Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
MACBETH, ⌜to the Ghost⌝ 1331 What man dare, I dare.
1332 Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
1333 The armed rhinoceros, or th’ Hyrcan tiger;
1334 Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
1335 125 Shall never tremble. Or be alive again
1336 And dare me to the desert with thy sword.
1337 If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
1338 The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
1339 Unreal mock’ry, hence!⌜Ghost exits.⌝
1340 130 Why so, being gone,
1341 I am a man again.—Pray you sit still.
1342 You have displaced the mirth, broke the good
1344 With most admired disorder.
MACBETH 1345 135 Can such things be
1346 And overcome us like a summer’s cloud,
1347 Without our special wonder? You make me strange
1348 Even to the disposition that I owe
1349 When now I think you can behold such sights
1350 140 And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks
1351 When mine is blanched with fear.
ROSS 1352 What sights, my
1354 I pray you, speak not. He grows worse and worse.
1355 145 Question enrages him. At once, good night.
1356 Stand not upon the order of your going,
1357 But go at once.
LENNOX 1358 Good night, and better health
1359 Attend his Majesty.
Lords ⌜and all but Macbeth and Lady Macbeth⌝ exit.
1361 It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
1362 Stones have been known to move, and trees to
1364 Augurs and understood relations have
1365 155 By maggot pies and choughs and rooks brought
1367 The secret’st man of blood.—What is the night?
1368 Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
1369 How say’st thou that Macduff denies his person
1370 160 At our great bidding?
LADY MACBETH 1371 Did you send to him, sir?
1372 I hear it by the way; but I will send.
1373 There’s not a one of them but in his house
1374 I keep a servant fee’d. I will tomorrow
1375 165 (And betimes I will) to the Weïrd Sisters.
1376 More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know
1377 By the worst means the worst. For mine own good,
1378 All causes shall give way. I am in blood
1379 Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
1380 170 Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
1381 Strange things I have in head that will to hand,
1382 Which must be acted ere they may be scanned.
1383 You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
1384 Come, we’ll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
1385 175 Is the initiate fear that wants hard use.
1386 We are yet but young in deed.
1387 Why, how now, Hecate? You look angerly.
1388 Have I not reason, beldams as you are?
1389 Saucy and overbold, how did you dare
1390 To trade and traffic with Macbeth
1391 5 In riddles and affairs of death,
1392 And I, the mistress of your charms,
1393 The close contriver of all harms,
1394 Was never called to bear my part
1395 Or show the glory of our art?
1396 10 And which is worse, all you have done
1397 Hath been but for a wayward son,
1398 Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
1399 Loves for his own ends, not for you.
1400 But make amends now. Get you gone,
1401 15 And at the pit of Acheron
1402 Meet me i’ th’ morning. Thither he
1403 Will come to know his destiny.
1404 Your vessels and your spells provide,
1405 Your charms and everything beside.
1406 20 I am for th’ air. This night I’ll spend
1407 Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
1408 Great business must be wrought ere noon.
1409 Upon the corner of the moon
1410 There hangs a vap’rous drop profound.
1411 25 I’ll catch it ere it come to ground,
1412 And that, distilled by magic sleights,
1413 Shall raise such artificial sprites
1414 As by the strength of their illusion
1415 Shall draw him on to his confusion.
1416 30 He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
1417 His hopes ’bove wisdom, grace, and fear.
1419 Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.
Music and a song.
1420 Hark! I am called. My little spirit, see,
1421 35 Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.⌜Hecate exits.⌝
Sing within “Come away, come away,” etc.
1422 Come, let’s make haste. She’ll soon be back again.
1423 My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
1424 Which can interpret farther. Only I say
1425 Things have been strangely borne. The gracious
1427 5 Was pitied of Macbeth; marry, he was dead.
1428 And the right valiant Banquo walked too late,
1429 Whom you may say, if ’t please you, Fleance killed,
1430 For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.
1431 Who cannot want the thought how monstrous
1432 10 It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
1433 To kill their gracious father? Damnèd fact,
1434 How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight
1435 In pious rage the two delinquents tear
1436 That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?
1437 15 Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely, too,
1438 For ’twould have angered any heart alive
1439 To hear the men deny ’t. So that I say
1440 He has borne all things well. And I do think
1441 That had he Duncan’s sons under his key
1442 20 (As, an ’t please heaven, he shall not) they should
1444 What ’twere to kill a father. So should Fleance.
1447 25 His presence at the tyrant’s feast, I hear
1448 Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
1449 Where he bestows himself?
LORD 1450 The ⌜son⌝ of Duncan
1451 (From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth)
1452 30 Lives in the English court and is received
1453 Of the most pious Edward with such grace
1454 That the malevolence of fortune nothing
1455 Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff
1456 Is gone to pray the holy king upon his aid
1457 35 To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward
1458 That, by the help of these (with Him above
1459 To ratify the work), we may again
1460 Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,
1461 Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,
1462 40 Do faithful homage, and receive free honors,
1463 All which we pine for now. And this report
1464 Hath so exasperate ⌜the⌝ King that he
1465 Prepares for some attempt of war.
LENNOX 1466 Sent he to Macduff?
1467 45 He did, and with an absolute “Sir, not I,”
1468 The cloudy messenger turns me his back
1469 And hums, as who should say “You’ll rue the time
1470 That clogs me with this answer.”
LENNOX 1471 And that well might
1472 50 Advise him to a caution ⌜t’ hold⌝ what distance
1473 His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
1474 Fly to the court of England and unfold
1475 His message ere he come, that a swift blessing
1476 May soon return to this our suffering country
1477 55 Under a hand accursed.
LORD 1478 I’ll send my prayers with him.
1479 Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
1480 Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined.
1481 Harpier cries “’Tis time, ’tis time!”
1482 Round about the cauldron go;
1483 5 In the poisoned entrails throw.
1484 Toad, that under cold stone
1485 Days and nights has thirty-one
1486 Sweltered venom sleeping got,
1487 Boil thou first i’ th’ charmèd pot.
⌜The Witches circle the cauldron.⌝
1488 10 Double, double toil and trouble;
1489 Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
1490 Fillet of a fenny snake
1491 In the cauldron boil and bake.
1492 Eye of newt and toe of frog,
1493 15 Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
1494 Adder’s fork and blindworm’s sting,
1496 For a charm of powerful trouble,
1497 Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
1498 20 Double, double toil and trouble;
1499 Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
1500 Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
1501 Witch’s mummy, maw and gulf
1502 Of the ravined salt-sea shark,
1503 25 Root of hemlock digged i’ th’ dark,
1504 Liver of blaspheming Jew,
1505 Gall of goat and slips of yew
1506 Slivered in the moon’s eclipse,
1507 Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips,
1508 30 Finger of birth-strangled babe
1509 Ditch-delivered by a drab,
1510 Make the gruel thick and slab.
1511 Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron
1512 For th’ ingredience of our cauldron.
1513 35 Double, double toil and trouble;
1514 Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
1515 Cool it with a baboon’s blood.
1516 Then the charm is firm and good.
Enter Hecate ⌜to⌝ the other three Witches.
1517 O, well done! I commend your pains,
1518 40 And everyone shall share i’ th’ gains.
1519 And now about the cauldron sing
1520 Like elves and fairies in a ring,
1521 Enchanting all that you put in.
Music and a song: “Black Spirits,” etc. ⌜Hecate exits.⌝
1522 By the pricking of my thumbs,
1523 45 Something wicked this way comes.
1524 Open, locks,
1525 Whoever knocks.
1526 How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags?
1527 What is ’t you do?
ALL 1528 50 A deed without a name.
1529 I conjure you by that which you profess
1530 (Howe’er you come to know it), answer me.
1531 Though you untie the winds and let them fight
1532 Against the churches, though the yeasty waves
1533 55 Confound and swallow navigation up,
1534 Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown
1536 Though castles topple on their warders’ heads,
1537 Though palaces and pyramids do slope
1538 60 Their heads to their foundations, though the
1540 Of nature’s ⌜germens⌝ tumble ⌜all together⌝
1541 Even till destruction sicken, answer me
1542 To what I ask you.
FIRST WITCH 1543 65 Speak.
SECOND WITCH 1544 Demand.
THIRD WITCH 1545 We’ll answer.
1546 Say if th’ hadst rather hear it from our mouths
1547 Or from our masters’.
MACBETH 1548 70 Call ’em. Let me see ’em.
1549 Pour in sow’s blood that hath eaten
1550 Her nine farrow; grease that’s sweaten
1552 Into the flame.
ALL 1553 75 Come high or low;
1554 Thyself and office deftly show.
Thunder. First Apparition, an Armed Head.
1555 Tell me, thou unknown power—
FIRST WITCH 1556 He knows thy
1558 80 Hear his speech but say thou naught.
1559 Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff!
1560 Beware the Thane of Fife! Dismiss me. Enough.
1561 Whate’er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks.
1562 Thou hast harped my fear aright. But one word
1563 85 more—
1564 He will not be commanded. Here’s another
1565 More potent than the first.
Thunder. Second Apparition, a Bloody Child.
SECOND APPARITION 1566 Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!—
MACBETH 1567 Had I three ears, I’d hear thee.
1568 90 Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn
1569 The power of man, for none of woman born
1570 Shall harm Macbeth.⌜He⌝ descends.
1571 Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of thee?
1572 But yet I’ll make assurance double sure
1573 95 And take a bond of fate. Thou shalt not live,
1574 That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
1575 And sleep in spite of thunder.
in his hand.
1576 What is this
1577 That rises like the issue of a king
1578 100 And wears upon his baby brow the round
1579 And top of sovereignty?
ALL 1580 Listen but speak not to ’t.
1581 Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
1582 Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.
1583 105 Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
1584 Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
1585 Shall come against him.⌜He⌝ descends.
MACBETH 1586 That will never be.
1587 Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
1588 110 Unfix his earthbound root? Sweet bodements, good!
1589 Rebellious dead, rise never till the Wood
1590 Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
1591 Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
1592 To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart
1593 115 Throbs to know one thing. Tell me, if your art
1594 Can tell so much: shall Banquo’s issue ever
1595 Reign in this kingdom?
ALL 1596 Seek to know no more.
1597 I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
1598 120 And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know!
⌜Cauldron sinks.⌝ Hautboys.
1599 Why sinks that cauldron? And what noise is this?
FIRST WITCH 1600 Show.
SECOND WITCH 1601 Show.
THIRD WITCH 1602 Show.
1603 125 Show his eyes and grieve his heart.
1604 Come like shadows; so depart.
his hand, and Banquo last.
1605 Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down!
1606 Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair,
1607 Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
1608 130 A third is like the former.—Filthy hags,
1609 Why do you show me this?—A fourth? Start, eyes!
1610 What, will the line stretch out to th’ crack of doom?
1611 Another yet? A seventh? I’ll see no more.
1612 And yet the eighth appears who bears a glass
1613 135 Which shows me many more, and some I see
1614 That twofold balls and treble scepters carry.
1615 Horrible sight! Now I see ’tis true,
1616 For the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me
1617 And points at them for his.
⌜The Apparitions disappear.⌝
1618 140 What, is this so?
1619 Ay, sir, all this is so. But why
1620 Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
1621 Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites
1622 And show the best of our delights.
1623 145 I’ll charm the air to give a sound
1624 While you perform your antic round,
1625 That this great king may kindly say
1626 Our duties did his welcome pay.
Music. The Witches dance and vanish.
1627 Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
1628 150 Stand aye accursèd in the calendar!—
1629 Come in, without there.
LENNOX 1630 What’s your Grace’s will?
1631 Saw you the Weïrd Sisters?
LENNOX 1632 No, my lord.
1633 155 Came they not by you?
LENNOX 1634 No, indeed, my lord.
1635 Infected be the air whereon they ride,
1636 And damned all those that trust them! I did hear
1637 The galloping of horse. Who was ’t came by?
1638 160 ’Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
1639 Macduff is fled to England.
MACBETH 1640 Fled to England?
LENNOX 1641 Ay, my good lord.
1642 Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits.
1643 165 The flighty purpose never is o’ertook
1644 Unless the deed go with it. From this moment
1645 The very firstlings of my heart shall be
1646 The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
1647 To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and
1648 170 done:
1649 The castle of Macduff I will surprise,
1650 Seize upon Fife, give to th’ edge o’ th’ sword
1651 His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
1652 That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;
1653 175 This deed I’ll do before this purpose cool.
1654 But no more sights!—Where are these gentlemen?
1655 Come bring me where they are.
1656 What had he done to make him fly the land?
1657 You must have patience, madam.
LADY MACDUFF 1658 He had none.
1659 His flight was madness. When our actions do not,
1660 5 Our fears do make us traitors.
ROSS 1661 You know not
1662 Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
1663 Wisdom? To leave his wife, to leave his babes,
1664 His mansion and his titles in a place
1665 10 From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
1666 He wants the natural touch; for the poor wren,
1667 The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
1668 Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
1669 All is the fear, and nothing is the love,
1670 15 As little is the wisdom, where the flight
1671 So runs against all reason.
ROSS 1672 My dearest coz,
1673 I pray you school yourself. But for your husband,
1674 He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
1675 20 The fits o’ th’ season. I dare not speak much
1677 But cruel are the times when we are traitors
1678 And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor
1679 From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
1680 25 But float upon a wild and violent sea
1681 Each way and move—I take my leave of you.
1682 Shall not be long but I’ll be here again.
1683 Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward
1684 To what they were before.—My pretty cousin,
1685 30 Blessing upon you.
1686 Fathered he is, and yet he’s fatherless.
1687 I am so much a fool, should I stay longer
1688 It would be my disgrace and your discomfort.
1689 I take my leave at once.Ross exits.
LADY MACDUFF 1690 35Sirrah, your father’s dead.
1691 And what will you do now? How will you live?
1692 As birds do, mother.
LADY MACDUFF 1693 What, with worms and flies?
1694 With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
1695 40 Poor bird, thou ’dst never fear the net nor lime,
1696 The pitfall nor the gin.
1697 Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set
1699 My father is not dead, for all your saying.
1700 45 Yes, he is dead. How wilt thou do for a father?
SON 1701 Nay, how will you do for a husband?
1702 Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
SON 1703 Then you’ll buy ’em to sell again.
LADY MACDUFF 1704 Thou speak’st with all thy wit,
1705 50 And yet, i’ faith, with wit enough for thee.
SON 1706 Was my father a traitor, mother?
LADY MACDUFF 1707 Ay, that he was.
SON 1708 What is a traitor?
LADY MACDUFF 1709 Why, one that swears and lies.
SON 1710 55And be all traitors that do so?
LADY MACDUFF 1711 Every one that does so is a traitor
1712 and must be hanged.
SON 1713 And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
SON 1715 60Who must hang them?
LADY MACDUFF 1716 Why, the honest men.
SON 1717 Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there
1718 are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest
1719 men and hang up them.
LADY MACDUFF 1720 65Now God help thee, poor monkey! But
1721 how wilt thou do for a father?
SON 1722 If he were dead, you’d weep for him. If you would
1723 not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a
1724 new father.
LADY MACDUFF 1725 70Poor prattler, how thou talk’st!
Enter a Messenger.
1726 Bless you, fair dame. I am not to you known,
1727 Though in your state of honor I am perfect.
1728 I doubt some danger does approach you nearly.
1729 If you will take a homely man’s advice,
1730 75 Be not found here. Hence with your little ones!
1731 To fright you thus methinks I am too savage;
1732 To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
1733 Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve
1735 80 I dare abide no longer.Messenger exits.
LADY MACDUFF 1736 Whither should I fly?
1737 I have done no harm. But I remember now
1738 I am in this earthly world, where to do harm
1739 Is often laudable, to do good sometime
1740 85 Accounted dangerous folly. Why then, alas,
1741 Do I put up that womanly defense
1742 To say I have done no harm?
1743 What are these faces?
MURDERER 1744 Where is your husband?
1745 90 I hope in no place so unsanctified
1746 Where such as thou mayst find him.
MURDERER 1747 He’s a traitor.
1748 Thou liest, thou shag-eared villain!
MURDERER 1749 What, you egg?
1750 95 ⌜Stabbing him.⌝ Young fry of treachery!
SON 1751 He has killed
1752 me, mother.
1753 Run away, I pray you.
⌜Lady Macduff⌝ exits, crying “Murder!” ⌜followed by the
Murderers bearing the Son’s body.⌝
1754 Let us seek out some desolate shade and there
1755 Weep our sad bosoms empty.
MACDUFF 1756 Let us rather
1757 Hold fast the mortal sword and, like good men,
1758 5 Bestride our ⌜downfall’n⌝ birthdom. Each new morn
1759 New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
1760 Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
1761 As if it felt with Scotland, and yelled out
1762 Like syllable of dolor.
MALCOLM 1763 10What I believe, I’ll wail;
1764 What know, believe; and what I can redress,
1765 As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
1766 What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance.
1767 This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
1768 15 Was once thought honest. You have loved him well.
1769 He hath not touched you yet. I am young, but
1772 To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb
1773 20 T’ appease an angry god.
1774 I am not treacherous.
MALCOLM 1775 But Macbeth is.
1776 A good and virtuous nature may recoil
1777 In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your
1778 25 pardon.
1779 That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose.
1780 Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
1781 Though all things foul would wear the brows of
1783 30 Yet grace must still look so.
MACDUFF 1784 I have lost my hopes.
1785 Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
1786 Why in that rawness left you wife and child,
1787 Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,
1788 35 Without leave-taking? I pray you,
1789 Let not my jealousies be your dishonors,
1790 But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,
1791 Whatever I shall think.
MACDUFF 1792 Bleed, bleed, poor country!
1793 40 Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
1794 For goodness dare not check thee. Wear thou thy
1796 The title is affeered.—Fare thee well, lord.
1797 I would not be the villain that thou think’st
1798 45 For the whole space that’s in the tyrant’s grasp,
1799 And the rich East to boot.
MALCOLM 1800 Be not offended.
1801 I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
1802 I think our country sinks beneath the yoke.
1803 50 It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
1804 Is added to her wounds. I think withal
1806 And here from gracious England have I offer
1807 Of goodly thousands. But, for all this,
1808 55 When I shall tread upon the tyrant’s head
1809 Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
1810 Shall have more vices than it had before,
1811 More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
1812 By him that shall succeed.
MACDUFF 1813 60 What should he be?
1814 It is myself I mean, in whom I know
1815 All the particulars of vice so grafted
1816 That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth
1817 Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state
1818 65 Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
1819 With my confineless harms.
MACDUFF 1820 Not in the legions
1821 Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned
1822 In evils to top Macbeth.
MALCOLM 1823 70 I grant him bloody,
1824 Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
1825 Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
1826 That has a name. But there’s no bottom, none,
1827 In my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters,
1828 75 Your matrons, and your maids could not fill up
1829 The cistern of my lust, and my desire
1830 All continent impediments would o’erbear
1831 That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth
1832 Than such an one to reign.
MACDUFF 1833 80 Boundless intemperance
1834 In nature is a tyranny. It hath been
1835 Th’ untimely emptying of the happy throne
1836 And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
1837 To take upon you what is yours. You may
1838 85 Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty
1839 And yet seem cold—the time you may so hoodwink.
1841 That vulture in you to devour so many
1842 As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
1843 90 Finding it so inclined.
MALCOLM 1844 With this there grows
1845 In my most ill-composed affection such
1846 A stanchless avarice that, were I king,
1847 I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
1848 95 Desire his jewels, and this other’s house;
1849 And my more-having would be as a sauce
1850 To make me hunger more, that I should forge
1851 Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
1852 Destroying them for wealth.
MACDUFF 1853 100 This avarice
1854 Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root
1855 Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been
1856 The sword of our slain kings. Yet do not fear.
1857 Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will
1858 105 Of your mere own. All these are portable,
1859 With other graces weighed.
1860 But I have none. The king-becoming graces,
1861 As justice, verity, temp’rance, stableness,
1862 Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
1863 110 Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
1864 I have no relish of them but abound
1865 In the division of each several crime,
1866 Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
1867 Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
1868 115 Uproar the universal peace, confound
1869 All unity on earth.
MACDUFF 1870 O Scotland, Scotland!
1871 If such a one be fit to govern, speak.
1872 I am as I have spoken.
MACDUFF 1873 120 Fit to govern?
1875 With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered,
1876 When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
1877 Since that the truest issue of thy throne
1878 125 By his own interdiction stands ⌜accursed⌝
1879 And does blaspheme his breed?—Thy royal father
1880 Was a most sainted king. The queen that bore thee,
1881 Oft’ner upon her knees than on her feet,
1882 Died every day she lived. Fare thee well.
1883 130 These evils thou repeat’st upon thyself
1884 Hath banished me from Scotland.—O my breast,
1885 Thy hope ends here!
MALCOLM 1886 Macduff, this noble passion,
1887 Child of integrity, hath from my soul
1888 135 Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
1889 To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth
1890 By many of these trains hath sought to win me
1891 Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me
1892 From overcredulous haste. But God above
1893 140 Deal between thee and me, for even now
1894 I put myself to thy direction and
1895 Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
1896 The taints and blames I laid upon myself
1897 For strangers to my nature. I am yet
1898 145 Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
1899 Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
1900 At no time broke my faith, would not betray
1901 The devil to his fellow, and delight
1902 No less in truth than life. My first false speaking
1903 150 Was this upon myself. What I am truly
1904 Is thine and my poor country’s to command—
1905 Whither indeed, before ⌜thy here-approach,⌝
1906 Old Siward with ten thousand warlike men,
1907 Already at a point, was setting forth.
1908 155 Now we’ll together, and the chance of goodness
1909 Be like our warranted quarrel. Why are you silent?
1910 Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
1911 ’Tis hard to reconcile.
Enter a Doctor.
MALCOLM 1912 Well, more anon.—
1913 160 Comes the King forth, I pray you?
1914 Ay, sir. There are a crew of wretched souls
1915 That stay his cure. Their malady convinces
1916 The great assay of art, but at his touch
1917 (Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand)
1918 165 They presently amend.
MALCOLM 1919 I thank you, doctor.
1920 What’s the disease he means?
MALCOLM 1921 ’Tis called the evil:
1922 A most miraculous work in this good king,
1923 170 Which often since my here-remain in England
1924 I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven
1925 Himself best knows, but strangely visited people
1926 All swoll’n and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
1927 The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
1928 175 Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
1929 Put on with holy prayers; and, ’tis spoken,
1930 To the succeeding royalty he leaves
1931 The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
1932 He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
1933 180 And sundry blessings hang about his throne
1934 That speak him full of grace.
MACDUFF 1935 See who comes here.
1936 My countryman, but yet I know him ⌜not.⌝
1937 My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
1938 185 I know him now.—Good God betimes remove
1939 The means that makes us strangers!
ROSS 1940 Sir, amen.
1941 Stands Scotland where it did?
ROSS 1942 Alas, poor country,
1943 190 Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
1944 Be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing
1945 But who knows nothing is once seen to smile;
1946 Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rent the air
1947 Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems
1948 195 A modern ecstasy. The dead man’s knell
1949 Is there scarce asked for who, and good men’s lives
1950 Expire before the flowers in their caps,
1951 Dying or ere they sicken.
1952 O relation too nice and yet too true!
MALCOLM 1953 200What’s the newest grief?
1954 That of an hour’s age doth hiss the speaker.
1955 Each minute teems a new one.
MACDUFF 1956 How does my wife?
ROSS 1957 Why, well.
MACDUFF 1958 205And all my children?
ROSS 1959 Well too.
1960 The tyrant has not battered at their peace?
1961 No, they were well at peace when I did leave ’em.
1962 Be not a niggard of your speech. How goes ’t?
1963 210 When I came hither to transport the tidings
1965 Of many worthy fellows that were out;
1966 Which was to my belief witnessed the rather
1967 For that I saw the tyrant’s power afoot.
1968 215 Now is the time of help. Your eye in Scotland
1969 Would create soldiers, make our women fight
1970 To doff their dire distresses.
MALCOLM 1971 Be ’t their comfort
1972 We are coming thither. Gracious England hath
1973 220 Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
1974 An older and a better soldier none
1975 That Christendom gives out.
ROSS 1976 Would I could answer
1977 This comfort with the like. But I have words
1978 225 That would be howled out in the desert air,
1979 Where hearing should not latch them.
MACDUFF 1980 What concern
1982 The general cause, or is it a fee-grief
1983 230 Due to some single breast?
ROSS 1984 No mind that’s honest
1985 But in it shares some woe, though the main part
1986 Pertains to you alone.
MACDUFF 1987 If it be mine,
1988 235 Keep it not from me. Quickly let me have it.
1989 Let not your ears despise my tongue forever,
1990 Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
1991 That ever yet they heard.
MACDUFF 1992 Hum! I guess at it.
1993 240 Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes
1994 Savagely slaughtered. To relate the manner
1995 Were on the quarry of these murdered deer
1996 To add the death of you.
MALCOLM 1997 Merciful heaven!—
1999 Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak
2000 Whispers the o’erfraught heart and bids it break.
MACDUFF 2001 My children too?
2002 Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.
2003 250 And I must be from thence? My wife killed too?
ROSS 2004 I have said.
MALCOLM 2005 Be comforted.
2006 Let’s make us med’cines of our great revenge
2007 To cure this deadly grief.
2008 255 He has no children. All my pretty ones?
2009 Did you say “all”? O hell-kite! All?
2010 What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
2011 At one fell swoop?
MALCOLM 2012 Dispute it like a man.
MACDUFF 2013 260I shall do so,
2014 But I must also feel it as a man.
2015 I cannot but remember such things were
2016 That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on
2017 And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
2018 265 They were all struck for thee! Naught that I am,
2019 Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
2020 Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now.
2021 Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief
2022 Convert to anger. Blunt not the heart; enrage it.
2023 270 O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
2024 And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,
2025 Cut short all intermission! Front to front
2026 Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself.
2027 Within my sword’s length set him. If he ’scape,
2028 275 Heaven forgive him too.
2030 Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready;
2031 Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth
2032 Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
2033 280 Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you
2035 The night is long that never finds the day.
DOCTOR 2036 I have two nights watched with you but can
2037 perceive no truth in your report. When was it she
2038 last walked?
GENTLEWOMAN 2039 Since his Majesty went into the field, I
2040 5 have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown
2041 upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper,
2042 fold it, write upon ’t, read it, afterwards seal it, and
2043 again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast
DOCTOR 2045 10A great perturbation in nature, to receive at
2046 once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of
2047 watching. In this slumb’ry agitation, besides her
2048 walking and other actual performances, what at any
2049 time have you heard her say?
GENTLEWOMAN 2050 15That, sir, which I will not report after
DOCTOR 2052 You may to me, and ’tis most meet you
GENTLEWOMAN 2054 Neither to you nor anyone, having no
2055 20 witness to confirm my speech.
Enter Lady ⌜Macbeth⌝ with a taper.
2056 Lo you, here she comes. This is her very guise and,
2057 upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.
GENTLEWOMAN 2059 Why, it stood by her. She has light by
2060 25 her continually. ’Tis her command.
DOCTOR 2061 You see her eyes are open.
GENTLEWOMAN 2062 Ay, but their sense are shut.
DOCTOR 2063 What is it she does now? Look how she rubs
2064 her hands.
GENTLEWOMAN 2065 30It is an accustomed action with her to
2066 seem thus washing her hands. I have known her
2067 continue in this a quarter of an hour.
LADY MACBETH 2068 Yet here’s a spot.
DOCTOR 2069 Hark, she speaks. I will set down what comes
2070 35 from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more
LADY MACBETH 2072 Out, damned spot, out, I say! One. Two.
2073 Why then, ’tis time to do ’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my
2074 lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear
2075 40 who knows it, when none can call our power to
2076 account? Yet who would have thought the old man
2077 to have had so much blood in him?
DOCTOR 2078 Do you mark that?
LADY MACBETH 2079 The Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is
2080 45 she now? What, will these hands ne’er be clean? No
2081 more o’ that, my lord, no more o’ that. You mar all
2082 with this starting.
DOCTOR 2083 Go to, go to. You have known what you should
GENTLEWOMAN 2085 50She has spoke what she should not,
2086 I am sure of that. Heaven knows what she has
LADY MACBETH 2088 Here’s the smell of the blood still. All
2089 the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
2090 55 hand. O, O, O!
DOCTOR 2091 What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely
GENTLEWOMAN 2093 I would not have such a heart in my
2094 bosom for the dignity of the whole body.
GENTLEWOMAN 2096 Pray God it be, sir.
DOCTOR 2097 This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have
2098 known those which have walked in their sleep,
2099 who have died holily in their beds.
LADY MACBETH 2100 65Wash your hands. Put on your nightgown.
2101 Look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo’s
2102 buried; he cannot come out on ’s grave.
DOCTOR 2103 Even so?
LADY MACBETH 2104 To bed, to bed. There’s knocking at the
2105 70 gate. Come, come, come, come. Give me your
2106 hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to
2107 bed, to bed.Lady ⌜Macbeth⌝ exits.
DOCTOR 2108 Will she go now to bed?
GENTLEWOMAN 2109 Directly.
2110 75 Foul whisp’rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds
2111 Do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds
2112 To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
2113 More needs she the divine than the physician.
2114 God, God forgive us all. Look after her.
2115 80 Remove from her the means of all annoyance
2116 And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night.
2117 My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.
2118 I think but dare not speak.
GENTLEWOMAN 2119 Good night, good doctor.
Lennox, ⌜and⌝ Soldiers.
2120 The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
2121 His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
2123 Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm
2124 5 Excite the mortified man.
ANGUS 2125 Near Birnam Wood
2126 Shall we well meet them. That way are they coming.
2127 Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
2128 For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file
2129 10 Of all the gentry. There is Siward’s son
2130 And many unrough youths that even now
2131 Protest their first of manhood.
MENTEITH 2132 What does the tyrant?
2133 Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.
2134 15 Some say he’s mad; others that lesser hate him
2135 Do call it valiant fury. But for certain
2136 He cannot buckle his distempered cause
2137 Within the belt of rule.
ANGUS 2138 Now does he feel
2139 20 His secret murders sticking on his hands.
2140 Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach.
2141 Those he commands move only in command,
2142 Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title
2143 Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
2144 25 Upon a dwarfish thief.
MENTEITH 2145 Who, then, shall blame
2146 His pestered senses to recoil and start
2147 When all that is within him does condemn
2148 Itself for being there?
CAITHNESS 2149 30 Well, march we on
2150 To give obedience where ’tis truly owed.
2151 Meet we the med’cine of the sickly weal,
2152 And with him pour we in our country’s purge
2153 Each drop of us.
LENNOX 2154 35 Or so much as it needs
2156 Make we our march towards Birnam.
They exit marching.
2157 Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all.
2158 Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane
2159 I cannot taint with fear. What’s the boy Malcolm?
2160 Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
2161 5 All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
2162 “Fear not, Macbeth. No man that’s born of woman
2163 Shall e’er have power upon thee.” Then fly, false
2165 And mingle with the English epicures.
2166 10 The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
2167 Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
2168 The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
2169 Where got’st thou that goose-look?
SERVANT 2170 There is ten thousand—
MACBETH 2171 15Geese, villain?
SERVANT 2172 Soldiers, sir.
2173 Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear,
2174 Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch?
2175 Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine
2176 20 Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
SERVANT 2177 The English force, so please you.
2178 Take thy face hence.⌜Servant exits.⌝
2179 Seyton!—I am sick at heart
2180 When I behold—Seyton, I say!—This push
2182 I have lived long enough. My way of life
2183 Is fall’n into the sere, the yellow leaf,
2184 And that which should accompany old age,
2185 As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
2186 30 I must not look to have, but in their stead
2187 Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath
2188 Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare
2191 35 What’s your gracious pleasure?
MACBETH 2192 What news more?
2193 All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.
2194 I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
2195 Give me my armor.
SEYTON 2196 40’Tis not needed yet.
MACBETH 2197 I’ll put it on.
2198 Send out more horses. Skirr the country round.
2199 Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine
2201 45 How does your patient, doctor?
DOCTOR 2202 Not so sick, my lord,
2203 As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
2204 That keep her from her rest.
MACBETH 2205 Cure ⌜her⌝ of that.
2206 50 Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
2207 Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
2208 Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
2209 And with some sweet oblivious antidote
2210 Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
2211 55 Which weighs upon the heart?
2213 Must minister to himself.
2214 Throw physic to the dogs. I’ll none of it.—
2215 Come, put mine armor on. Give me my staff.
⌜Attendants begin to arm him.⌝
2216 60 Seyton, send out.—Doctor, the thanes fly from
2218 Come, sir, dispatch.—If thou couldst, doctor, cast
2219 The water of my land, find her disease,
2220 And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
2221 65 I would applaud thee to the very echo
2222 That should applaud again.—Pull ’t off, I say.—
2223 What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug
2224 Would scour these English hence? Hear’st thou of
2226 70 Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation
2227 Makes us hear something.
MACBETH 2228 Bring it after me.—
2229 I will not be afraid of death and bane
2230 Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane.
2231 75 Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
2232 Profit again should hardly draw me here.
Siward’s son, Menteith, Caithness, Angus, and Soldiers,
2233 Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
2234 That chambers will be safe.
2236 What wood is this before us?
MENTEITH 2237 5 The Wood of Birnam.
2238 Let every soldier hew him down a bough
2239 And bear ’t before him. Thereby shall we shadow
2240 The numbers of our host and make discovery
2241 Err in report of us.
SOLDIER 2242 10 It shall be done.
2243 We learn no other but the confident tyrant
2244 Keeps still in Dunsinane and will endure
2245 Our setting down before ’t.
MALCOLM 2246 ’Tis his main hope;
2247 15 For, where there is advantage to be given,
2248 Both more and less have given him the revolt,
2249 And none serve with him but constrainèd things
2250 Whose hearts are absent too.
MACDUFF 2251 Let our just censures
2252 20 Attend the true event, and put we on
2253 Industrious soldiership.
SIWARD 2254 The time approaches
2255 That will with due decision make us know
2256 What we shall say we have and what we owe.
2257 25 Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
2258 But certain issue strokes must arbitrate;
2259 Towards which, advance the war.
They exit marching.
2260 Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
2261 The cry is still “They come!” Our castle’s strength
2262 Will laugh a siege to scorn. Here let them lie
2263 Till famine and the ague eat them up.
2264 5 Were they not forced with those that should be
2266 We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
2267 And beat them backward home.
A cry within of women.
2268 What is that noise?
2269 10 It is the cry of women, my good lord.⌜He exits.⌝
2270 I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
2271 The time has been my senses would have cooled
2272 To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair
2273 Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
2274 15 As life were in ’t. I have supped full with horrors.
2275 Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
2276 Cannot once start me.
2277 Wherefore was that cry?
SEYTON 2278 The Queen, my lord, is dead.
MACBETH 2279 20She should have died hereafter.
2280 There would have been a time for such a word.
2281 Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
2282 Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
2283 To the last syllable of recorded time,
2284 25 And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
2285 The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
2287 That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
2288 And then is heard no more. It is a tale
2289 30 Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
2290 Signifying nothing.
Enter a Messenger.
2291 Thou com’st to use thy tongue: thy story quickly.
MESSENGER 2292 Gracious my lord,
2293 I should report that which I say I saw,
2294 35 But know not how to do ’t.
MACBETH 2295 Well, say, sir.
2296 As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
2297 I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought
2298 The Wood began to move.
MACBETH 2299 40 Liar and slave!
2300 Let me endure your wrath if ’t be not so.
2301 Within this three mile may you see it coming.
2302 I say, a moving grove.
MACBETH 2303 If thou speak’st false,
2304 45 Upon the next tree shall thou hang alive
2305 Till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth,
2306 I care not if thou dost for me as much.—
2307 I pull in resolution and begin
2308 To doubt th’ equivocation of the fiend,
2309 50 That lies like truth. “Fear not till Birnam Wood
2310 Do come to Dunsinane,” and now a wood
2311 Comes toward Dunsinane.—Arm, arm, and out!—
2312 If this which he avouches does appear,
2313 There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
2314 55 I ’gin to be aweary of the sun
2315 And wish th’ estate o’ th’ world were now
2318 At least we’ll die with harness on our back.
their army, with boughs.
2319 Now near enough. Your leafy screens throw down
2320 And show like those you are.—You, worthy uncle,
2321 Shall with my cousin, your right noble son,
2322 Lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and we
2323 5 Shall take upon ’s what else remains to do,
2324 According to our order.
SIWARD 2325 Fare you well.
2326 Do we but find the tyrant’s power tonight,
2327 Let us be beaten if we cannot fight.
2328 10 Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
2329 Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
2330 They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
2331 But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What’s he
2332 That was not born of woman? Such a one
2333 Am I to fear, or none.
Enter young Siward.
YOUNG SIWARD 2334 5What is thy name?
2336 No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
2337 Than any is in hell.
MACBETH 2338 My name’s Macbeth.
2339 10 The devil himself could not pronounce a title
2340 More hateful to mine ear.
MACBETH 2341 No, nor more fearful.
2342 Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword
2343 I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
⌜They⌝ fight, and young Siward ⌜is⌝ slain.
MACBETH 2344 15 Thou wast born of
2346 But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
2347 Brandished by man that’s of a woman born.
Alarums. Enter Macduff.
2348 That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
2349 20 If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine,
2350 My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still.
2351 I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
2352 Are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth,
2353 Or else my sword with an unbattered edge
2354 25 I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
2355 By this great clatter, one of greatest note
2356 Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune,
2357 And more I beg not.He exits. Alarums.
Enter Malcolm and Siward.
2358 This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered.
2359 30 The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight,
2361 The day almost itself professes yours,
2362 And little is to do.
MALCOLM 2363 We have met with foes
2364 35 That strike beside us.
SIWARD 2365 Enter, sir, the castle.
They exit. Alarum.
2366 Why should I play the Roman fool and die
2367 On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
2368 Do better upon them.
MACDUFF 2369 Turn, hellhound, turn!
2370 5 Of all men else I have avoided thee.
2371 But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
2372 With blood of thine already.
MACDUFF 2373 I have no words;
2374 My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain
2375 10 Than terms can give thee out.Fight. Alarum.
MACBETH 2376 Thou losest labor.
2377 As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
2378 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
2379 Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
2380 15 I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield
2381 To one of woman born.
MACDUFF 2382 Despair thy charm,
2383 And let the angel whom thou still hast served
2384 Tell thee Macduff was from his mother’s womb
2385 20 Untimely ripped.
2386 Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,
2387 For it hath cowed my better part of man!
2388 And be these juggling fiends no more believed
2389 That palter with us in a double sense,
2390 25 That keep the word of promise to our ear
2391 And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.
MACDUFF 2392 Then yield thee, coward,
2393 And live to be the show and gaze o’ th’ time.
2394 We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
2395 30 Painted upon a pole, and underwrit
2396 “Here may you see the tyrant.”
MACBETH 2397 I will not yield
2398 To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet
2399 And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.
2400 35 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane
2401 And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
2402 Yet I will try the last. Before my body
2403 I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
2404 And damned be him that first cries “Hold! Enough!”
They exit fighting. Alarums.
⌜They⌝ enter fighting, and Macbeth ⌜is⌝ slain. ⌜Macduff
exits carrying off Macbeth’s body.⌝ Retreat and flourish.
Enter, with Drum and Colors, Malcolm, Siward, Ross,
Thanes, and Soldiers.
2405 40 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
2406 Some must go off; and yet by these I see
2407 So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
2408 Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
2409 Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.
2410 45 He only lived but till he was a man,
2412 In the unshrinking station where he fought,
2413 But like a man he died.
SIWARD 2414 Then he is dead?
2415 50 Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
2416 Must not be measured by his worth, for then
2417 It hath no end.
SIWARD 2418 Had he his hurts before?
2419 Ay, on the front.
SIWARD 2420 55 Why then, God’s soldier be he!
2421 Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
2422 I would not wish them to a fairer death;
2423 And so his knell is knolled.
2424 He’s worth more sorrow, and that I’ll spend for
2425 60 him.
SIWARD 2426 He’s worth no more.
2427 They say he parted well and paid his score,
2428 And so, God be with him. Here comes newer
Enter Macduff with Macbeth’s head.
2430 65 Hail, King! for so thou art. Behold where stands
2431 Th’ usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free.
2432 I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl,
2433 That speak my salutation in their minds,
2434 Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
2435 70 Hail, King of Scotland!
ALL 2436 Hail, King of Scotland!Flourish.
2437 We shall not spend a large expense of time
2438 Before we reckon with your several loves
2439 And make us even with you. My thanes and
2440 75 kinsmen,
2442 In such an honor named. What’s more to do,
2443 Which would be planted newly with the time,
2444 As calling home our exiled friends abroad
2445 80 That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
2446 Producing forth the cruel ministers
2447 Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen
2448 (Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands,
2449 Took off her life)—this, and what needful else
2450 85 That calls upon us, by the grace of grace,
2451 We will perform in measure, time, and place.
2452 So thanks to all at once and to each one,
2453 Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
Flourish. All exit.