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Is often laudable; to do good, sometime,
More suffer, and more sundry ways, than ever,
Mucd. What should he be?
All the particulars of vice so grafted,
That, when they shall be open’d, black Macbeth L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, Will seem as pare, as snow,
and the poor Where such as thou may’st find him.
Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd Mur. He's a traitor.
With my confineless harms. Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear's villain.
Macd. Not in the legions Mur. What, you egg?
(Stabbing him. Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd Young fry of treachery?
In evils, to top Macbeth. Son. He has kill'd me, mother:
Mal. I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
and pursued by the Murderers. That has a name: but there's no bottom, none, SCENE III.- England. Aroom in the King's palace. In my voluptuousness; your wives, your daughters, Enter Malcoli and MacDUFF.
Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there The cistern of my lust, and my desire Weep our sad bosoms empty!
All continent impediments would o'erbear, Macd. Let us rather
That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth,
Than such a one to reign!
The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
And fall of many kings. Bat fear not yet Like syllable of dolour.
To take upon you, what is yours. You may Mal. What I believe, I'll wail;
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, What know, believe; and, what I can redress, And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink. As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
We have willing dames enough; there cannot be What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. That vulture in you, to devour so many, This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him well; Finding it so inclin'd. He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but some
Mal. With this, there grows, thing
In my most ill-compos'd affection, such You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom, A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, To offer a weak, poor, innocent lamb,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands, To appease an angry god.
Desire his jewels, and this other's house: Macd. I am not treacherous.
And my more-having would be as a sauce, Mal. But Macbeth is.
To make me hunger more; that I should forge A good and virtuous nature may recoil
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Macd. This avarice
The sword of onr slain kings. Yet do not fear!. Macd. I have lost my hopes.
Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will, Mal.Perchance,even there, whereI did find my doubts. Of your mere own. All these are portable, Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, with other graces weigh'd. (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) Mal. But I have none. The king-becoming graces, Without leave-taking ?- I pray you,
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Let not my jealousies be yonr dishonours,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, But mine own safeties! You may be rightly just, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, Whatever I shall think.
I have no relish of them; but abound Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country!
In the division of each several crime, Great tyranny, lay thoa thy basis sure!
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should For goodness dar not check thee. Wear thou thy Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, wrongs !
Uproar the universal peace, confound Thy title is afseerd. — Fare thee well, lord!
All unity on earth. I would not be the villain, that thou think'st,
Macd. o Scotland! Scotland! For the whole space, that's in the tyrant's grasp,
Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak! And the rich East to boot,
I am, as I have spoken. Mal. Be not offended!
Macd. Fit to govern! I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
No, not to live. - O nation miserable, I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again? Is added to her wounds. I think, withal,
Since that the truest issue of thy throne There would be hands uplifted in my right,
By his own interdiction stands accurs’d, And here, from gracious England, have I offer And does blaspheme his breed? – Thy royal father Of goodly thousands. But, for all this,
Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore thee When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
Oftuer upon her knees, than on her feet, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Died every day, she liv'd. Fare thee well! Shall have more vices, than it had before,
These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself,
Have banish'd me from Scotland. - 0, my breast, Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker ; Thy hope ends here!
Each minute teems a new one. Mal. Macduff, this noble passion,
Macd. How does my wife? Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Rosse. Why, well. Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts Mucd. And all my children? Tothy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth Rosse. Well too. By many of these trains hath sought to win me Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace ? Jūto his power, and modest wisdom plucks me Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave From over-credulous haste. But God abuse
them. Deal between thee and me! for even now
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech! How goes it? I put'myself to thy direction, and
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour The taints and blames, I laid upon myself,
Of many worthy fellows, that were out; For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Which was to my belief witness’d the rather, Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot. Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland At no time broke my faith, would not betray
Would create soldiers, make our women fight, The deyil to his fellow, and delight
To dofl'their dire distresses.
We are coming thither: gracious England hath
Rosse. 'Would I could answer
Macd. What concern they?
The general cause? or is it a fee-grief,
Rosse. No mind, that's honest, Doct. Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls, But in it shares some woe; though the main part That stay his cure: their malady convinces
Pertains to you alone. The great assay of art; but, at his touch,
Macd. If it be mine, Such sanctity hath Heaven given his hand,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it! They presently amend.
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Mal. I thank you, doctor.
[Exit Doctor. Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, Macd. What's the disease he means ?
That ever yet they heard. Mal, 'Tis call'd the evil:
Macd. Humph! I guess at it. A most miraculous work in this good king,
Rosse. Your castle is surpriz’d, your wife, and babes
Were, on the quarry of these murderd deer,
Mal. Merciful Heaven!
What, man! ne'er pull your hatu, on your brows! Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Give sorrow words! the grief, that does not speak, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. To the succeeding royalty he leaves
Macd. My children too?
That could be found.
Macd. And I must be from thence!
My wife kill'd too?
Rosse. I have said.
Mal. Be comforted : Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not, Let's make us med'cipes of our great revenge, Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither! To cure this deadly grief! Mal. I know him now. Good God, betimes remove Macd. He has no children. — All my pretty ones? The means, that make us strangers !
Did you say, all ? - 0, hell-kite! - All? Rosse. Sir, Amen.
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?
At one fell swoop? Rosse. Alas, poor country,
Mal. Dispute it like a man! Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Macd. I shall do so; Be call's our mother, but our grave: where nothing, But I must also feel it as a man. But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; I cannot but remember such things were, Where sighs,and groans, and shrieks,that reat the air, That were most precious to me. Did Heaven look on, Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems And would pot take their part? Sinful Macduff, A modern ecstacy; the dead man's knell
They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives Not for their own demerits, but for minc, Expire before the flowers in their caps
Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them now! Dying, or ere they sicken.
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword ! let grief Maçd. O, relation
Convert to anger! blunt not the heart, enrage it! Too nice, and yet too true!
Macd. 0, I could play the woman with mine eyes, Mal. What is the newest grief?
And braggart with my tongue ! - But, gentle Heaven,
Cut short all intermission ! Front to front
Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself! for the dignity of the whole body. Within my sword's length set him; if he'scape, Doct. Well, well, wellHeaven, forgive him too!
Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir ! Mal. This tune goes manly.
Doct. This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I Come, go we to the king! Our power is ready; have known those, which have walked in their sleep, Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth
who have died holily in their beds. Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown; Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you look not so pale! - I tell you yet again, Banquo's bumay;
ried; he cannot come out of his grave. The night is long, that never finds the day. (Exeunt. Doct. Even so ?
Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the А ст V.
gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand!
What's done, cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to , SCENE I. – Dunsinane. A room in the castle. bed!
(Exit Lady Macbeth. Enter a Doctor of physic, and a waiting Gentle-| Doct. Will she go now to bed ?
Gent. Directly Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural
deeds perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?
Do breed unnatural troubles, infected minds Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon More needs she the divine, than the physician. her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again Remove from her the means of all annoyance, return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep. And still keep eyes upon her! - So, good night!
Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive at My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight:
Gent. Good night, good doctor! [Ereunt. and other actual performances, what, at any time, SCENE II. — The country near Dunsinane. have you heard her say?
Enter, with drum and colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her.
Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers. Doct. You may, to me: and 'tis most meet, you
Ment. The English poweris near, led on by Malcolm, should.
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no wit- Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes ness to confirm my speech.
Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,
Excite the mortified man.
Ang. Near Birnam wood Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her! stand close!
Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother? Doct. How came she by that light?
Len. For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file Gent. Why, it stood by her. She has light by her of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, continually; 'tis her command.
And many uvrough youths, that even now Doct. You see, her eyes are open.
Protest their first of manhood. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shot.
Ment. What does the tyrant? Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies. her hands!
Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, thus washing her hands: I have known her continue He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause in this a quarter of an hour.
Within the belt of rule. Lady M. Yet here's a spot.
Ang. Now does he feel Doct. Hark, she speaks! I will set down what comes His secret murders sticking on his hands; from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; strongly.
Those he commands, move only in command, Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say! - One; Nothing in love: now does he feel his title Two; Why, then 'tis time to do’t: - Hell is murky! Hang loose abont him, like a giant's robe - Fye, my lord, bye! a soldier, and'afeard? What Upon a dwarfish thief. ne we fear, who knows it, when none can call our Ment. Who then shall blame power to account? – Yet who would have thought His pester'd senses to recoil and start, the old man to have had so much blood in him? When all, that is within him, does condemn Doct. Do you mark that?
Itself, for being there? Lady. M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is Cath. Well, march we on, she now? — What, will these hands ne'er be clean?- To give obedience, where 'tis trnly ow'd ! No more o’that, my lord, no more o'that! you mar all Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal; with this starting.
And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Doct. Go to, go to! you have known, what you Each drop of us ! shonld not.
Len. Orso much as it needs, Gent. She has spoke, what she should not, I am sure To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. of that. Heaven knows what she has known.
Make we our march towards Birnam ! Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the
[Exeunt, marching. perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. SCENE III. - Dunsinane. A room in the castle. Oh! oh! oh!
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Macb. Bring me no more reports! let them fly all! charged.
l'Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm ? SCENE IV. - Country near Dunsinane: A wood in
Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
That chambers will be safe.
Siw. What wood is this before us?
Ment. The wood of Birnam.
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,
And bear't before him! thereby shall we shadow Serv. There is ten thousand
The numbers of our host, and make discovery Macb. Geese, villain ?
Errin report of us.
Sold. It shall be done.
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheyface?
Our setting down before't.
Mal. 'Tis his main hope:
For where there is advantage to be given,
And nove serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too. Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
Macd. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Siw. The time approaches, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
That will with due decision make us know,
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which advance the war. (Exeunt, marching, Enter Seytox. Sey. Whatis your gracious pleasure ?
SCENE V. - Dunsinane. Within the castle. Macb. What news more?
Enter, with drums and colours, Macbeth, SEYTON, Sey. Allis confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.
and Soldiers. Macb. I'll light,till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Macb. Hangout our banners on the outward walls! Give me my armour!
The cry is still, They come. Our castle's strength Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.
Will laugh a siege to scorn : here let them lie, Macb. I'll put it on.
Till famine, and the ague, eat them up! Send out more horses, skirr the conntry round; Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, Hang those that talk of fear!--Give me mine armour! - We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, How does your patient, doctor?
And beat them backward home. What is that noise? Doct.Not so sick, my lord,
[A cry within, of Women. As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. That keep her from her rest.
Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears. Macb. Care her of that!
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd Canst thou not minister to a mind discas'd,
To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir Race out the written troubles of the brain,
As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff, Cannot once start me. – Wherefore was that cry? Which weighs upon the heart?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Doct. Therein the patient
Macb. She should have died hereafter; Must minister to himself.
There would have been a time for such a word, Macb. Throw physic to the dogs! I'll none of it. To-morrow, and to-morrow, andto-morrow, Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff!- Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Seyton, send out!-Doctor, the thanes fly from me!- To the last syllable of recorded time, Come, sir, despatch. - If thou could'st, doctor, cast And all our yesterdays havelighted fools The water of my land, find her disease,
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
Enter n Messenger.
Mess, Gracious my lord, Macb. Bring it after me!
I shall report that which I say I saw, I will not be afraid of death and bane;
But know not, how to do it.
Doct. Were I from Dansinane away and clear, Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
The wood began to move.
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Macb. Liar, and slave!
[Striking him. Siw.This way,my lord !--the cattle's gently render'd: Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so! The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Within this three mile you may see it coming;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war; I say, a moving grove.
The day almost itself professes yours, Macb. If thou speak'st false,
And little is to do. Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Mal. We have met with foes, Till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth,
That strike beside us. I care not, if thou dost for me as much.
Siw. Enter, sir, the castle! (Exeunt. Alarums. I pullin resolution, and begin
Re-enter MACBETH. To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die That lies like truth : Fear not, till Birnam svood On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do come to Dunsinane ;- and now a wood
Do better upon them. Comes toward Dunsinane! — Arm, arm, and out!
Re-enter MACDUFF. If this, which he avouches, does appear,
Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn ! There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
But get thee back, my soul is too much charg’d
Macd. I have no words,
Than terms can give thee out!
[They fight. SCENE VI. — The same. A plain before the castle.
Macb. Thou losest labour:
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: down,
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield And show like those you are! - Yon, worthy uncle,
To one of woman born. Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son,
Macd. Despair thy charm, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Shall take upon's what else remains to do,
Tell thee, Macduf was from his mother's womb According to our order.
Ontimely ripp’d. Siw. Fare you well!
Macb. Accursed be that tongue, that tells me so, Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, breath,
That keep the word of promise to our ear, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death!
And break it to our hope. — I'll not fight with thee. (Exeunt. Alarums continued.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
same. Another part of the plain. And live to be the show and gaze o’the time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
he, Here may you see the tyrant. That was not born of woman? Such a one
Macb. I'll not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hearit.
And thon oppos’d, being of no woman born, Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter Yet I will try the last. Before my body name,
I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff, Than any is in hell.
And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough! Macb. My name's Macbeth.
(Exeunt, fighting. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours, title
Malcolm, old Siward, Rosse, Lexox, Angus, CathMore hatefulto mine ear.
NESS, Menteri, and Soldiers. Macb. No, nor more fearful.
Mal. I would, the friends, we miss, werè safe arriv'd. Yo.Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword Siw. Some must go off; and yet by these I see, I'll prove the lie, thou speak'st.
So great a day as this is cheaply bought. [They fight, and young Siward is slain. Mal. Macduffis missing, and your noble son. Macb. Thou wast born of woman.
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt : But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, He only liv'd but till he was a man; Brandish'd by man, that's of a woman born. [Exit. The which no sooner had his prowess confirm’d Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
In the unshrinking station, where he fought, Macd. That way the noise is. — Tyrant, show thy But like a man he died. face!
Siw. Then he is dead?
Siw. Had he his hurts before?
Siw. Why, then God's soldier be he!
Had I as many sons, as I have hairs, And more I beg not. (Exit. Alarum. I would not wish them to a fairer death: