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7/27/2019 Spooky Shakespeare http://slidepdf.com/reader/full/spooky-shakespeare 1/92 MACBETH ACT I SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches First Witch When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Second Witch When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. Third Witch That will be ere the set of sun. First Witch Where the place? Second Witch Upon the heath. Third Witch There to meet with Macbeth. First Witch I come, Graymalkin! Second Witch Paddock calls. Third Witch Anon. ALL Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.  Exeunt 

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    ACT I

    SCENE I. A desert place.

    Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches

    First WitchWhen shall we three meet againIn thunder, lightning, or in rain?

    Second WitchWhen the hurlyburly's done,

    When the battle's lost and won.

    Third WitchThat will be ere the set of sun.

    First WitchWhere the place?

    Second WitchUpon the heath.

    Third WitchThere to meet with Macbeth.

    First WitchI come, Graymalkin!

    Second WitchPaddock calls.

    Third WitchAnon.

    ALLFair is foul, and foul is fair:

    Hover through the fog and filthy air.


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    ACT I

    SCENE I. On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise

    of thunder and lightning heard.

    Enter a Master and a Boatswain


    BoatswainHere, master: what cheer?

    MasterGood, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,

    or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.


    Enter Mariners

    BoatswainHeigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!

    yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the

    master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,if room enough!


    ALONSOGood boatswain, have care. Where's the master?

    Play the men.

    BoatswainI pray now, keep below.

    ANTONIOWhere is the master, boatswain?


    Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep yourcabins: you do assist the storm.

    GONZALONay, good, be patient.

    BoatswainWhen the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers

    for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.


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    Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

    BoatswainNone that I more love than myself. You are acounsellor; if you can command these elements to

    silence, and work the peace of the present, we will

    not hand a rope more; use your authority: if youcannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and makeyourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of

    the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out

    of our way, I say.


    GONZALOI have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he

    hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is

    perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to hishanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable,

    for our own doth little advantage. If he be notborn to be hanged, our case is miserable.


    Re-enter Boatswain

    BoatswainDown with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring

    her to try with main-course.

    A cry within

    A plague upon this howling! they are louder than

    the weather or our office.


    Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er

    and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

    SEBASTIANA pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,

    incharitable dog!

    BoatswainWork you then.

    ANTONIOHang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!

    We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

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    GONZALOI'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were

    no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as anunstanched wench.


    Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off tosea again; lay her off.

    Enter Mariners wet

    MarinersAll lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

    BoatswainWhat, must our mouths be cold?

    GONZALOThe king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,

    For our case is as theirs.SEBASTIANI'm out of patience.

    ANTONIOWe are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:

    This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning

    The washing of ten tides!

    GONZALOHe'll be hang'd yet,

    Though every drop of water swear against itAnd gape at widest to glut him.

    A confused noise within: 'Mercy on us!'-- 'We split, we split!'--'Farewell, my wife and children!'--'Farewell, brother!'--'We split, we split, we split!'

    ANTONIOLet's all sink with the king.

    SEBASTIANLet's take leave of him.


    GONZALONow would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an

    acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done! but I would fain

    die a dry death.


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    ACT I

    SCENE II. A public place.

    Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS,

    CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer


    CASCAPeace, ho! Caesar speaks.


    CALPURNIAHere, my lord.

    CAESARStand you directly in Antonius' way,

    When he doth run his course. Antonius!

    ANTONYCaesar, my lord?

    CAESARForget not, in your speed, Antonius,To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,

    The barren, touched in this holy chase,

    Shake off their sterile curse.


    I shall remember:When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.

    CAESARSet on; and leave no ceremony out.



    CAESARHa! who calls?

    CASCABid every noise be still: peace yet again!

    CAESARWho is it in the press that calls on me?I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,

    Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.

    SoothsayerBeware the ides of March.

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    CAESARWhat man is that?

    BRUTUSA soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.


    Set him before me; let me see his face.CASSIUSFellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.

    CAESARWhat say'st thou to me now? speak once again.

    SoothsayerBeware the ides of March.

    CAESARHe is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.

    Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS

    CASSIUSWill you go see the order of the course?

    BRUTUSNot I.

    CASSIUSI pray you, do.

    BRUTUSI am not gamesome: I do lack some part

    Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;

    I'll leave you.

    CASSIUSBrutus, I do observe you now of late:I have not from your eyes that gentleness

    And show of love as I was wont to have:

    You bear too stubborn and too strange a handOver your friend that loves you.

    BRUTUSCassius,Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,

    I turn the trouble of my countenance

    Merely upon myself. Vexed I am

    Of late with passions of some difference,Conceptions only proper to myself,

    Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;

    But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--

    Among which number, Cassius, be you one--Nor construe any further my neglect,

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    Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,

    Forgets the shows of love to other men.

    CASSIUSThen, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;

    By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried

    Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

    BRUTUSNo, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,

    But by reflection, by some other things.

    CASSIUS'Tis just:

    And it is very much lamented, Brutus,

    That you have no such mirrors as will turnYour hidden worthiness into your eye,

    That you might see your shadow. I have heard,

    Where many of the best respect in Rome,Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus

    And groaning underneath this age's yoke,

    Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

    BRUTUSInto what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,

    That you would have me seek into myself

    For that which is not in me?

    CASSIUSTherefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:

    And since you know you cannot see yourself

    So well as by reflection, I, your glass,Will modestly discover to yourself

    That of yourself which you yet know not of.

    And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:Were I a common laugher, or did use

    To stale with ordinary oaths my love

    To every new protester; if you knowThat I do fawn on men and hug them hard

    And after scandal them, or if you know

    That I profess myself in banqueting

    To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

    Flourish, and shout

    BRUTUSWhat means this shouting? I do fear, the people

    Choose Caesar for their king.


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    Ay, do you fear it?

    Then must I think you would not have it so.

    BRUTUSI would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.

    But wherefore do you hold me here so long?

    What is it that you would impart to me?If it be aught toward the general good,Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,

    And I will look on both indifferently,

    For let the gods so speed me as I loveThe name of honour more than I fear death.

    CASSIUSI know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,

    As well as I do know your outward favour.Well, honour is the subject of my story.

    I cannot tell what you and other men

    Think of this life; but, for my single self,I had as lief not be as live to be

    In awe of such a thing as I myself.

    I was born free as Caesar; so were you:

    We both have fed as well, and we can bothEndure the winter's cold as well as he:

    For once, upon a raw and gusty day,

    The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now

    Leap in with me into this angry flood,

    And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,

    Accoutred as I was, I plunged inAnd bade him follow; so indeed he did.

    The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it

    With lusty sinews, throwing it asideAnd stemming it with hearts of controversy;

    But ere we could arrive the point proposed,

    Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,

    Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder

    The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber

    Did I the tired Caesar. And this manIs now become a god, and Cassius is

    A wretched creature and must bend his body,

    If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.

    He had a fever when he was in Spain,And when the fit was on him, I did mark

    How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;

    His coward lips did from their colour fly,And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world

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    How I have thought of this and of these times,

    I shall recount hereafter; for this present,

    I would not, so with love I might entreat you,Be any further moved. What you have said

    I will consider; what you have to say

    I will with patience hear, and find a timeBoth meet to hear and answer such high things.Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:

    Brutus had rather be a villager

    Than to repute himself a son of RomeUnder these hard conditions as this time

    Is like to lay upon us.

    CASSIUSI am glad that my weak wordsHave struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.


    The games are done and Caesar is returning.CASSIUSAs they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;

    And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you

    What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.

    Re-enter CAESAR and his Train

    BRUTUSI will do so. But, look you, Cassius,The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,

    And all the rest look like a chidden train:

    Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero

    Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyesAs we have seen him in the Capitol,

    Being cross'd in conference by some senators.

    CASSIUSCasca will tell us what the matter is.



    CAESARLet me have men about me that are fat;Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:

    Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;

    He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

    ANTONYFear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;

    He is a noble Roman and well given.

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    CAESARWould he were fatter! But I fear him not:

    Yet if my name were liable to fear,I do not know the man I should avoid

    So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;

    He is a great observer and he looksQuite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;

    Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort

    As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spiritThat could be moved to smile at any thing.

    Such men as he be never at heart's ease

    Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,

    And therefore are they very dangerous.I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd

    Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.

    Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.

    Sennet. Exeunt CAESAR and all his Train, but CASCA

    CASCAYou pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?

    BRUTUSAy, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,

    That Caesar looks so sad.

    CASCAWhy, you were with him, were you not?

    BRUTUSI should not then ask Casca what had chanced.

    CASCAWhy, there was a crown offered him: and being

    offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.

    BRUTUSWhat was the second noise for?

    CASCAWhy, for that too.

    CASSIUSThey shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?

    CASCAWhy, for that too.

    BRUTUSWas the crown offered him thrice?


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    Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every

    time gentler than other, and at every putting-by

    mine honest neighbours shouted.

    CASSIUSWho offered him the crown?

    CASCAWhy, Antony.

    BRUTUSTell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

    CASCAI can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it:

    it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark

    Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown

    neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I toldyou, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my

    thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he

    offered it to him again; then he put it by again:but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his

    fingers off it. And then he offered it the third

    time; he put it the third time by: and still as he

    refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped theirchapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps

    and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because

    Caesar refused the crown that it had almost chokedCaesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and

    for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of

    opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

    CASSIUSBut, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?

    CASCAHe fell down in the market-place, and foamed atmouth, and was speechless.

    BRUTUS'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.

    CASSIUSNo, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,

    And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.

    CASCAI know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure,

    Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not

    clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and

    displeased them, as they use to do the players inthe theatre, I am no true man.

    BRUTUSWhat said he when he came unto himself?


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    Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the

    common herd was glad he refused the crown, he

    plucked me ope his doublet and offered them histhroat to cut. An I had been a man of any

    occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word,

    I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And sohe fell. When he came to himself again, he said,If he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired

    their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three

    or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, goodsoul!' and forgave him with all their hearts: but

    there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had

    stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.

    BRUTUSAnd after that, he came, thus sad, away?


    Ay.CASSIUSDid Cicero say any thing?

    CASCAAy, he spoke Greek.

    CASSIUSTo what effect?

    CASCANay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the

    face again: but those that understood him smiled at

    one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own

    part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you morenews too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs

    off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you

    well. There was more foolery yet, if I couldremember it.

    CASSIUSWill you sup with me to-night, Casca?

    CASCANo, I am promised forth.

    CASSIUSWill you dine with me to-morrow?

    CASCAAy, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner

    worth the eating.

    CASSIUSGood: I will expect you.

    CASCADo so. Farewell, both.

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    BRUTUSWhat a blunt fellow is this grown to be!

    He was quick mettle when he went to school.

    CASSIUSSo is he now in execution

    Of any bold or noble enterprise,

    However he puts on this tardy form.This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,

    Which gives men stomach to digest his words

    With better appetite.

    BRUTUSAnd so it is. For this time I will leave you:

    To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,

    I will come home to you; or, if you will,

    Come home to me, and I will wait for you.CASSIUSI will do so: till then, think of the world.

    Exit BRUTUS

    Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,

    Thy honourable metal may be wrought

    From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet

    That noble minds keep ever with their likes;For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

    Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus:If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,He should not humour me. I will this night,

    In several hands, in at his windows throw,

    As if they came from several citizens,Writings all tending to the great opinion

    That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely

    Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:

    And after this let Caesar seat him sure;For we will shake him, or worse days endure.


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    ACT II

    SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle.

    Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him

    BANQUOHow goes the night, boy?

    FLEANCEThe moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

    BANQUOAnd she goes down at twelve.

    FLEANCEI take't, 'tis later, sir.

    BANQUOHold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven;

    Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.

    A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers,

    Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature

    Gives way to in repose!

    Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch

    Give me my sword.

    Who's there?

    MACBETHA friend.

    BANQUOWhat, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:

    He hath been in unusual pleasure, andSent forth great largess to your offices.

    This diamond he greets your wife withal,

    By the name of most kind hostess; and shut upIn measureless content.

    MACBETHBeing unprepared,

    Our will became the servant to defect;Which else should free have wrought.

    BANQUOAll's well.I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:

    To you they have show'd some truth.


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    I think not of them:

    Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

    We would spend it in some words upon that business,If you would grant the time.


    At your kind'st leisure.MACBETHIf you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,

    It shall make honour for you.

    BANQUOSo I lose none

    In seeking to augment it, but still keep

    My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,

    I shall be counsell'd.

    MACBETHGood repose the while!

    BANQUOThanks, sir: the like to you!

    Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE

    MACBETHGo bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

    Exit Servant

    Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

    Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

    To feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,

    Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

    I see thee yet, in form as palpableAs this which now I draw.

    Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;

    And such an instrument I was to use.

    Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,

    And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,

    Which was not so before. There's no such thing:

    It is the bloody business which informsThus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld

    Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

    The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates

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    Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,

    Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

    Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design

    Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,

    Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fearThy very stones prate of my whereabout,And take the present horror from the time,

    Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:

    Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

    A bell rings

    I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.

    Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell

    That summons thee to heaven or to hell.


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    ACT I

    SCENE V. Another part of the platform.

    Enter GHOST and HAMLET

    HAMLETWhere wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.

    GhostMark me.

    HAMLETI will.

    GhostMy hour is almost come,

    When I to sulphurous and tormenting flamesMust render up myself.

    HAMLETAlas, poor ghost!

    GhostPity me not, but lend thy serious hearing

    To what I shall unfold.

    HAMLETSpeak; I am bound to hear.

    GhostSo art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.


    What?GhostI am thy father's spirit,Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,

    And for the day confined to fast in fires,

    Till the foul crimes done in my days of natureAre burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid

    To tell the secrets of my prison-house,

    I could a tale unfold whose lightest word

    Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,

    Thy knotted and combined locks to partAnd each particular hair to stand on end,

    Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:But this eternal blazon must not be

    To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!

    If thou didst ever thy dear father love--

    HAMLETO God!

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    GhostRevenge his foul and most unnatural murder.



    Murder most foul, as in the best it is;But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

    HAMLETHaste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift

    As meditation or the thoughts of love,May sweep to my revenge.

    GhostI find thee apt;

    And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weedThat roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,

    Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:

    'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark

    Is by a forged process of my death

    Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,

    The serpent that did sting thy father's lifeNow wears his crown.

    HAMLETO my prophetic soul! My uncle!

    GhostAy, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,

    With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--

    O wicked wit and gifts, that have the powerSo to seduce!--won to his shameful lust

    The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:

    O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!From me, whose love was of that dignity

    That it went hand in hand even with the vow

    I made to her in marriage, and to declineUpon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor

    To those of mine!

    But virtue, as it never will be moved,

    Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,

    Will sate itself in a celestial bed,

    And prey on garbage.

    But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,

    My custom always of the afternoon,

    Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,

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    And in the porches of my ears did pour

    The leperous distilment; whose effect

    Holds such an enmity with blood of manThat swift as quicksilver it courses through

    The natural gates and alleys of the body,

    And with a sudden vigour doth possetAnd curd, like eager droppings into milk,The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;

    And a most instant tetter bark'd about,

    Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,All my smooth body.

    Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand

    Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:

    Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,

    No reckoning made, but sent to my account

    With all my imperfections on my head:O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!

    If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;

    Let not the royal bed of Denmark be

    A couch for luxury and damned incest.But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,

    Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive

    Against thy mother aught: leave her to heavenAnd to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,

    To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!

    The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,

    And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.


    HAMLETO all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?

    And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;

    And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!

    Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat

    In this distracted globe. Remember thee!

    Yea, from the table of my memoryI'll wipe away all trivial fond records,

    All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,

    That youth and observation copied there;

    And thy commandment all alone shall liveWithin the book and volume of my brain,

    Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!

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    There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark

    But he's an arrant knave.

    HORATIOThere needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave

    To tell us this.

    HAMLETWhy, right; you are i' the right;And so, without more circumstance at all,

    I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:

    You, as your business and desire shall point you;For every man has business and desire,

    Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,

    Look you, I'll go pray.

    HORATIOThese are but wild and whirling words, my lord.


    I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;Yes, 'faith heartily.

    HORATIOThere's no offence, my lord.

    HAMLETYes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,

    And much offence too. Touching this vision here,

    It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:For your desire to know what is between us,

    O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,

    As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,

    Give me one poor request.

    HORATIOWhat is't, my lord? we will.

    HAMLETNever make known what you have seen to-night.

    HORATIOMARCELLUSMy lord, we will not.

    HAMLETNay, but swear't.

    HORATIOIn faith,My lord, not I.

    MARCELLUSNor I, my lord, in faith.

    HAMLETUpon my sword.

    MARCELLUSWe have sworn, my lord, already.


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    HAMLETRest, rest, perturbed spirit!

    They swear

    So, gentlemen,With all my love I do commend me to you:

    And what so poor a man as Hamlet is

    May do, to express his love and friending to you,God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;

    And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.

    The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,That ever I was born to set it right!

    Nay, come, let's go together.


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    SCENE VII. Gloucester's castle.

    Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and Servants

    CORNWALLPost speedily to my lord your husband; show himthis letter: the army of France is landed. Seek

    out the villain Gloucester.

    Exeunt some of the Servants

    REGANHang him instantly.

    GONERILPluck out his eyes.

    CORNWALLLeave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our

    sister company: the revenges we are bound to takeupon your traitorous father are not fit for your

    beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to

    a most festinate preparation: we are bound to the

    like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligentbetwixt us. Farewell, dear sister: farewell, my

    lord of Gloucester.

    Enter OSWALD

    How now! where's the king?

    OSWALDMy lord of Gloucester hath convey'd him hence:

    Some five or six and thirty of his knights,Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;

    Who, with some other of the lords dependants,

    Are gone with him towards Dover; where they boast

    To have well-armed friends.

    CORNWALLGet horses for your mistress.

    GONERILFarewell, sweet lord, and sister.

    CORNWALLEdmund, farewell.


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    REGANBe simple answerer, for we know the truth.

    CORNWALLAnd what confederacy have you with the traitors

    Late footed in the kingdom?

    REGANTo whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? Speak.

    GLOUCESTERI have a letter guessingly set down,

    Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,And not from one opposed.


    REGANAnd false.


    Where hast thou sent the king?GLOUCESTERTo Dover.

    REGANWherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charged at peril--

    CORNWALLWherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that.

    GLOUCESTERI am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.

    REGANWherefore to Dover, sir?

    GLOUCESTERBecause I would not see thy cruel nails

    Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister

    In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.The sea, with such a storm as his bare head

    In hell-black night endured, would have buoy'd up,

    And quench'd the stelled fires:Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain.

    If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,

    Thou shouldst have said 'Good porter, turn the key,'

    All cruels else subscribed: but I shall seeThe winged vengeance overtake such children.

    CORNWALLSee't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair.

    Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.

    GLOUCESTERHe that will think to live till he be old,

    Give me some help! O cruel! O you gods!


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    One side will mock another; the other too.

    CORNWALLIf you see vengeance,--

    First ServantHold your hand, my lord:

    I have served you ever since I was a child;But better service have I never done youThan now to bid you hold.

    REGANHow now, you dog!

    First ServantIf you did wear a beard upon your chin,

    I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?

    CORNWALLMy villain!

    They draw and fight

    First ServantNay, then, come on, and take the chance of anger.

    REGANGive me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!

    Takes a sword, and runs at him behind

    First ServantO, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left

    To see some mischief on him. O!


    CORNWALLLest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly!

    Where is thy lustre now?

    GLOUCESTERAll dark and comfortless. Where's my son Edmund?

    Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,

    To quit this horrid act.

    REGANOut, treacherous villain!

    Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was heThat made the overture of thy treasons to us;

    Who is too good to pity thee.

    GLOUCESTERO my follies! then Edgar was abused.

    Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!

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    REGANGo thrust him out at gates, and let him smell

    His way to Dover.

    Exit one with GLOUCESTER

    How is't, my lord? how look you?

    CORNWALLI have received a hurt: follow me, lady.Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave

    Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace:

    Untimely comes this hurt: give me your arm.

    Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN

    Second Servant

    I'll never care what wickedness I do,If this man come to good.

    Third ServantIf she live long,

    And in the end meet the old course of death,Women will all turn monsters.

    Second ServantLet's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam

    To lead him where he would: his roguish madnessAllows itself to any thing.

    Third Servant

    Go thou: I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggsTo apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!

    Exeunt severally

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    ACT I

    SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

    Thunder. Enter the three Witches

    First WitchWhere hast thou been, sister?

    Second WitchKilling swine.

    Third WitchSister, where thou?

    First WitchA sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,

    And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:--'Give me,' quoth I:

    'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.

    Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

    And, like a rat without a tail,

    I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

    Second WitchI'll give thee a wind.

    First WitchThou'rt kind.

    Third Witch

    And I another.First WitchI myself have all the other,And the very ports they blow,

    All the quarters that they know

    I' the shipman's card.I will drain him dry as hay:

    Sleep shall neither night nor day

    Hang upon his pent-house lid;

    He shall live a man forbid:Weary se'nnights nine times nine

    Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:Though his bark cannot be lost,

    Yet it shall be tempest-tost.Look what I have.

    Second WitchShow me, show me.

    First Witch

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    Here I have a pilot's thumb,

    Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

    Drum within

    Third WitchA drum, a drum!

    Macbeth doth come.

    ALLThe weird sisters, hand in hand,

    Posters of the sea and land,

    Thus do go about, about:Thrice to thine and thrice to mine

    And thrice again, to make up nine.

    Peace! the charm's wound up.

    Enter MACBETH and BANQUO

    MACBETHSo foul and fair a day I have not seen.

    BANQUOHow far is't call'd to Forres? What are theseSo wither'd and so wild in their attire,

    That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,

    And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aughtThat man may question? You seem to understand me,

    By each at once her chappy finger laying

    Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,And yet your beards forbid me to interpretThat you are so.

    MACBETHSpeak, if you can: what are you?

    First WitchAll hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

    Second WitchAll hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

    Third WitchAll hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

    BANQUOGood sir, why do you start; and seem to fear

    Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,

    Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

    Which outwardly ye show? My noble partnerYou greet with present grace and great prediction

    Of noble having and of royal hope,

    That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.

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    If you can look into the seeds of time,

    And say which grain will grow and which will not,

    Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fearYour favours nor your hate.

    First Witch

    Hail!Second WitchHail!

    Third WitchHail!

    First WitchLesser than Macbeth, and greater.

    Second WitchNot so happy, yet much happier.

    Third WitchThou shalt get kings, though thou be none:

    So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!First WitchBanquo and Macbeth, all hail!

    MACBETHStay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;

    But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,

    A prosperous gentleman; and to be kingStands not within the prospect of belief,

    No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence

    You owe this strange intelligence? or why

    Upon this blasted heath you stop our wayWith such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.

    Witches vanish

    BANQUOThe earth hath bubbles, as the water has,

    And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

    MACBETHInto the air; and what seem'd corporal melted

    As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

    BANQUOWere such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane root

    That takes the reason prisoner?

    MACBETHYour children shall be kings.

    BANQUOYou shall be king.

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    MACBETHAnd thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

    BANQUOTo the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

    Enter ROSS and ANGUS

    ROSSThe king hath happily received, Macbeth,The news of thy success; and when he reads

    Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

    His wonders and his praises do contendWhich should be thine or his: silenced with that,

    In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,

    He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,

    Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,

    Strange images of death. As thick as hailCame post with post; and every one did bear

    Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,And pour'd them down before him.

    ANGUSWe are sent

    To give thee from our royal master thanks;Only to herald thee into his sight,

    Not pay thee.

    ROSSAnd, for an earnest of a greater honour,

    He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:

    In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!

    For it is thine.

    BANQUOWhat, can the devil speak true?

    MACBETHThe thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me

    In borrow'd robes?

    ANGUSWho was the thane lives yet;

    But under heavy judgment bears that life

    Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined

    With those of Norway, or did line the rebelWith hidden help and vantage, or that with both

    He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;

    But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,

    Have overthrown him.


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    [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!

    The greatest is behind.

    To ROSS and ANGUS

    Thanks for your pains.


    Do you not hope your children shall be kings,

    When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to mePromised no less to them?

    BANQUOThat trusted home

    Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:

    And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,The instruments of darkness tell us truths,Win us with honest trifles, to betray's

    In deepest consequence.

    Cousins, a word, I pray you.

    MACBETH[Aside] Two truths are told,

    As happy prologues to the swelling act

    Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.


    Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,

    Why hath it given me earnest of success,Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:

    If good, why do I yield to that suggestion

    Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

    And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,Against the use of nature? Present fears

    Are less than horrible imaginings:

    My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

    Shakes so my single state of man that functionIs smother'd in surmise, and nothing is

    But what is not.

    BANQUOLook, how our partner's rapt.

    MACBETH[Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,Without my stir.


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    New horrors come upon him,

    Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould

    But with the aid of use.

    MACBETH[Aside] Come what come may,

    Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.BANQUOWorthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

    MACBETHGive me your favour: my dull brain was wroughtWith things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains

    Are register'd where every day I turn

    The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.

    Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak

    Our free hearts each to other.

    BANQUOVery gladly.

    MACBETHTill then, enough. Come, friends.


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    SCENE IV. The same. Hall in the palace.

    A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and


    MACBETHYou know your own degrees; sit down: at firstAnd last the hearty welcome.

    LordsThanks to your majesty.

    MACBETHOurself will mingle with society,

    And play the humble host.

    Our hostess keeps her state, but in best timeWe will require her welcome.

    LADY MACBETHPronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;For my heart speaks they are welcome.

    First Murderer appears at the door

    MACBETHSee, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:

    Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measureThe table round.

    Approaching the door

    There's blood on thy face.

    First Murderer'Tis Banquo's then.

    MACBETH'Tis better thee without than he within.

    Is he dispatch'd?

    First MurdererMy lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

    MACBETHThou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's goodThat did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,

    Thou art the nonpareil.

    First Murderer

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    Most royal sir,

    Fleance is 'scaped.

    MACBETHThen comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,

    Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

    As broad and general as the casing air:But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound inTo saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

    First MurdererAy, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

    The least a death to nature.

    MACBETHThanks for that:There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled

    Hath nature that in time will venom breed,

    No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrowWe'll hear, ourselves, again.

    Exit Murderer

    LADY MACBETHMy royal lord,You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold

    That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,

    'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;

    Meeting were bare without it.

    MACBETHSweet remembrancer!Now, good digestion wait on appetite,

    And health on both!

    LENNOXMay't please your highness sit.

    The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place

    MACBETHHere had we now our country's honour roof'd,Were the graced person of our Banquo present;

    Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

    Than pity for mischance!

    ROSSHis absence, sir,

    Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness

    To grace us with your royal company.

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    LADY MACBETHWhat, quite unmann'd in folly?

    MACBETHIf I stand here, I saw him.


    Fie, for shame!MACBETHBlood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,

    Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;

    Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'dToo terrible for the ear: the times have been,

    That, when the brains were out, the man would die,

    And there an end; but now they rise again,

    With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,And push us from our stools: this is more strange

    Than such a murder is.

    LADY MACBETHMy worthy lord,

    Your noble friends do lack you.

    MACBETHI do forget.Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,

    I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing

    To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.

    I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,

    And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;

    Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,And all to all.

    LordsOur duties, and the pledge.

    Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO

    MACBETHAvaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

    Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

    Which thou dost glare with!

    LADY MACBETHThink of this, good peers,

    But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;

    Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

    MACBETHWhat man dare, I dare:

    Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,

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    The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;

    Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

    Shall never tremble: or be alive again,And dare me to the desert with thy sword;

    If trembling I inhabit then, protest me

    The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!Unreal mockery, hence!

    GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes

    Why, so: being gone,

    I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.

    LADY MACBETHYou have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,

    With most admired disorder.


    Can such things be,And overcome us like a summer's cloud,

    Without our special wonder? You make me strangeEven to the disposition that I owe,

    When now I think you can behold such sights,

    And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,

    When mine is blanched with fear.

    ROSSWhat sights, my lord?

    LADY MACBETHI pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;

    Question enrages him. At once, good night:

    Stand not upon the order of your going,

    But go at once.

    LENNOXGood night; and better health

    Attend his majesty!

    LADY MACBETHA kind good night to all!

    Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH

    MACBETHIt will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:

    Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;

    Augurs and understood relations have

    By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forthThe secret'st man of blood. What is the night?

    LADY MACBETHAlmost at odds with morning, which is which.

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    MACBETHHow say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person

    At our great bidding?

    LADY MACBETHDid you send to him, sir?

    MACBETHI hear it by the way; but I will send:There's not a one of them but in his house

    I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,

    And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,

    By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,

    All causes shall give way: I am in blood

    Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o'er:

    Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;

    Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.LADY MACBETHYou lack the season of all natures, sleep.

    MACBETHCome, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuseIs the initiate fear that wants hard use:

    We are yet but young in deed.


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    Madam, though Venus govern your desires,

    Saturn is dominator over mine:

    What signifies my deadly-standing eye,My silence and my cloudy melancholy,

    My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls

    Even as an adder when she doth unrollTo do some fatal execution?No, madam, these are no venereal signs:

    Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,

    Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.Hark Tamora, the empress of my soul,

    Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee,

    This is the day of doom for Bassianus:

    His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day,Thy sons make pillage of her chastity

    And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.

    Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee,And give the king this fatal plotted scroll.

    Now question me no more; we are espied;

    Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,

    Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.

    TAMORAAh, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!

    AARONNo more, great empress; Bassianus comes:

    Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons

    To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.



    BASSIANUSWho have we here? Rome's royal empress,

    Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?

    Or is it Dian, habited like her,Who hath abandoned her holy groves

    To see the general hunting in this forest?

    TAMORASaucy controller of our private steps!Had I the power that some say Dian had,

    Thy temples should be planted presently

    With horns, as was Actaeon's; and the houndsShould drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,

    Unmannerly intruder as thou art!


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    Would make such fearful and confused cries

    As any mortal body hearing it

    Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly.No sooner had they told this hellish tale,

    But straight they told me they would bind me here

    Unto the body of a dismal yew,And leave me to this miserable death:And then they call'd me foul adulteress,

    Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms

    That ever ear did hear to such effect:And, had you not by wondrous fortune come,

    This vengeance on me had they executed.

    Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,

    Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.

    DEMETRIUSThis is a witness that I am thy son.


    CHIRONAnd this for me, struck home to show my strength.

    Also stabs BASSIANUS, who dies

    LAVINIAAy, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,

    For no name fits thy nature but thy own!

    TAMORAGive me thy poniard; you shall know, my boysYour mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.

    DEMETRIUSStay, madam; here is more belongs to her;First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:

    This minion stood upon her chastity,

    Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,And with that painted hope braves your mightiness:

    And shall she carry this unto her grave?

    CHIRONAn if she do, I would I were an eunuch.Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,

    And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.

    TAMORABut when ye have the honey ye desire,Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.


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    I warrant you, madam, we wil l make that sure.

    Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy

    That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

    LAVINIAO Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,--

    TAMORAI will not hear her speak; away with her!

    LAVINIASweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.

    DEMETRIUSListen, fair madam: let it be your glory

    To see her tears; but be your heart to them

    As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.

    LAVINIAWhen did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?

    O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee;

    The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.

    Yet every mother breeds not sons alike:


    Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.

    CHIRONWhat, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?

    LAVINIA'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark:

    Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!--

    The lion moved with pity did endure

    To have his princely paws pared all away:Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,

    The whilst their own birds famish in their nests:

    O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!

    TAMORAI know not what it means; away with her!

    LAVINIAO, let me teach thee! for my father's sake,

    That gave thee life, when well he might have

    slain thee,Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

    TAMORAHadst thou in person ne'er offended me,

    Even for his sake am I pitiless.Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,

    To save your brother from the sacrifice;

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    But fierce Andronicus would not relent;

    Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will,

    The worse to her, the better loved of me.

    LAVINIAO Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,

    And with thine own hands kill me in this place!For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.

    TAMORAWhat begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go.

    LAVINIA'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more

    That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:

    O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,And tumble me into some loathsome pit,

    Where never man's eye may behold my body:

    Do this, and be a charitable murderer.TAMORASo should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:

    No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

    DEMETRIUSAway! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.

    LAVINIANo grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature!The blot and enemy to our general name!

    Confusion fall--

    CHIRONNay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband:This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

    DEMETRIUS throws the body of BASSIANUS into the pit; then exeunt DEMETRIUS andCHIRON, dragging off LAVINIA

    TAMORAFarewell, my sons: see that you make her sure.

    Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,Till all the Andronici be made away.

    Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,

    And let my spleenful sons this trull deflow'r.


    Re-enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS


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    Come on, my lords, the better foot before:

    Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit

    Where I espied the panther fast asleep.

    QUINTUSMy sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.

    MARTIUSAnd mine, I promise you; were't not for shame,Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.

    Falls into the pit

    QUINTUSWhat art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this,

    Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers,

    Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood

    As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers?

    A very fatal place it seems to me.Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?

    MARTIUSO brother, with the dismall'st object hurt

    That ever eye with sight made heart lament!

    AARON[Aside] Now will I fetch the king to find them here,That he thereby may give a likely guess

    How these were they that made away his brother.


    MARTIUSWhy dost not comfort me, and help me out

    From this unhallowed and blood-stained hole?

    QUINTUSI am surprised with an uncouth fear;

    A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints:

    My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

    MARTIUSTo prove thou hast a true-divining heart,

    Aaron and thou look down into this den,

    And see a fearful sight of blood and death.

    QUINTUSAaron is gone; and my compassionate heart

    Will not permit mine eyes once to behold

    The thing whereat it trembles by surmise;O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now

    Was I a child to fear I know not what.


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    Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,

    All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,

    In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

    QUINTUSIf it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?

    MARTIUSUpon his bloody finger he doth wearA precious ring, that lightens all the hole,

    Which, like a taper in some monument,

    Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks,And shows the ragged entrails of the pit:

    So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus

    When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood.

    O brother, help me with thy fainting hand--If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath--

    Out of this fell devouring receptacle,

    As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.QUINTUSReach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;

    Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,

    I may be pluck'd into the swallowing wombOf this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.

    I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.

    MARTIUSNor I no strength to climb without thy help.

    QUINTUSThy hand once more; I will not loose again,

    Till thou art here aloft, or I below:Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.

    Falls in


    SATURNINUSAlong with me: I'll see what hole is here,And what he is that now is leap'd into it.

    Say who art thou that lately didst descend

    Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

    MARTIUSThe unhappy son of old Andronicus:

    Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,

    To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

    SATURNINUSMy brother dead! I know thou dost but jest:

    He and his lady both are at the lodge

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    Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;

    'Tis not an hour since I left him there.

    MARTIUSWe know not where you left him all alive;

    But, out, alas! here have we found him dead.

    Re-enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITUS ANDRONICUS, and Lucius

    TAMORAWhere is my lord the king?

    SATURNINUSHere, Tamora, though grieved with killing grief.

    TAMORAWhere is thy brother Bassianus?

    SATURNINUSNow to the bottom dost thou search my wound:

    Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.TAMORAThen all too late I bring this fatal writ,The complot of this timeless tragedy;

    And wonder greatly that man's face can fold

    In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.

    She giveth SATURNINUS a letter

    SATURNINUS[Reads] 'An if we miss to meet him handsomely--

    Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean--Do thou so much as dig the grave for him:Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward

    Among the nettles at the elder-tree

    Which overshades the mouth of that same pitWhere we decreed to bury Bassianus.

    Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.'

    O Tamora! was ever heard the like?This is the pit, and this the elder-tree.

    Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out

    That should have murdered Bassianus here.

    AARONMy gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.

    SATURNINUS[To TITUS] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of

    bloody kind,Have here bereft my brother of his life.

    Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison:

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    And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,

    That could have better sew'd than Philomel.

    O, had the monster seen those lily handsTremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute,

    And make the silken strings delight to kiss them,

    He would not then have touch'd them for his life!Or, had he heard the heavenly harmonyWhich that sweet tongue hath made,

    He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep

    As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet.Come, let us go, and make thy father blind;

    For such a sight will blind a father's eye:

    One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads;

    What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes?Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee

    O, could our mourning ease thy misery!


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    SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.

    A crowd of people; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR,BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA,


    CAESAR[To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come.

    SoothsayerAy, Caesar; but not gone.

    ARTEMIDORUSHail, Caesar! read this schedule.


    Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

    ARTEMIDORUSO Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit

    That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.

    CAESARWhat touches us ourself shall be last served.

    ARTEMIDORUSDelay not, Caesar; read it instantly.

    CAESARWhat, is the fellow mad?

    PUBLIUSSirrah, give place.

    CASSIUSWhat, urge you your petitions in the street?

    Come to the Capitol.

    CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest following

    POPILIUSI wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.


    What enterprise, Popilius?POPILIUSFare you well.

    Advances to CAESAR

    BRUTUSWhat said Popilius Lena?

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    CASSIUSHe wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.

    I fear our purpose is discovered.

    BRUTUSLook, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.

    CASSIUSCasca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,

    Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,

    For I will slay myself.

    BRUTUSCassius, be constant:

    Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;

    For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.

    CASSIUSTrebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.

    He draws Mark Antony out of the way.


    DECIUS BRUTUSWhere is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,

    And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.

    BRUTUSHe is address'd: press near and second him.

    CINNACasca, you are the first that rears your hand.

    CAESARAre we all ready? What is now amiss

    That Caesar and his senate must redress?

    METELLUS CIMBERMost high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,

    Metellus Cimber throws before thy seatAn humble heart,--


    CAESARI must prevent thee, Cimber.These couchings and these lowly courtesies

    Might fire the blood of ordinary men,

    And turn pre-ordinance and first decree

    Into the law of children. Be not fond,To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood

    That will be thaw'd from the true quality

    With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,

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    Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.

    Thy brother by decree is banished:

    If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.

    Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause

    Will he be satisfied.METELLUS CIMBERIs there no voice more worthy than my own

    To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear

    For the repealing of my banish'd brother?

    BRUTUSI kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;

    Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may

    Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

    CAESARWhat, Brutus!

    CASSIUSPardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:

    As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

    To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

    CASSIUSI could be well moved, if I were as you:

    If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:

    But I am constant as the northern star,Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality

    There is no fellow in the firmament.

    The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,

    They are all fire and every one doth shine,But there's but one in all doth hold his place:

    So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men,

    And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;Yet in the number I do know but one

    That unassailable holds on his rank,

    Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,Let me a little show it, even in this;

    That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,

    And constant do remain to keep him so.

    CINNAO Caesar,--

    CAESARHence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?

    DECIUS BRUTUSGreat Caesar,--

    CAESARDoth not Brutus bootless kneel?


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    Fled to his house amazed:

    Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run

    As it were doomsday.

    BRUTUSFates, we will know your pleasures:

    That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the timeAnd drawing days out, that men stand upon.

    CASSIUSWhy, he that cuts off twenty years of life

    Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

    BRUTUSGrant that, and then is death a benefit:

    So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged

    His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood

    Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:

    Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,

    Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'

    CASSIUSStoop, then, and wash. How many ages henceShall this our lofty scene be acted over

    In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

    BRUTUSHow many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,

    That now on Pompey's basis lies along

    No worthier than the dust!

    CASSIUSSo oft as that shall be,

    So often shall the knot of us be call'd

    The men that gave their country liberty.

    DECIUS BRUTUSWhat, shall we forth?

    CASSIUSAy, every man away:

    Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels

    With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

    Enter a Servant

    BRUTUSSoft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

    ServantThus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel:Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;

    And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:

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    Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?

    Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,

    Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,It would become me better than to close

    In terms of friendship with thine enemies.

    Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.

    O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;

    And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.How like a deer, strucken by many princes,

    Dost thou here lie!

    CASSIUSMark Antony,--

    ANTONYPardon me, Caius Cassius:

    The enemies of Caesar shall say this;Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

    CASSIUSI blame you not for praising Caesar so;

    But what compact mean you to have with us?Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;

    Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

    ANTONYTherefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,

    Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.

    Friends am I with you all and love you all,

    Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasonsWhy and wherein Caesar was dangerous.

    BRUTUSOr else were this a savage spectacle:Our reasons are so full of good regard

    That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,

    You should be satisfied.

    ANTONYThat's all I seek:

    And am moreover suitor that I may

    Produce his body to the market-place;And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,

    Speak in the order of his funeral.

    BRUTUSYou shall, Mark Antony.

    CASSIUSBrutus, a word with you.

    Aside to BRUTUS

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    You know not what you do: do not consent

    That Antony speak in his funeral:

    Know you how much the people may be movedBy that which he will utter?


    By your pardon;I will myself into the pulpit first,And show the reason of our Caesar's death:

    What Antony shall speak, I will protest

    He speaks by leave and by permission,And that we are contented Caesar shall

    Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.

    It shall advantage more than do us wrong.

    CASSIUSI know not what may fall; I like it not.


    Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,

    But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,

    And say you do't by our permission;

    Else shall you not have any hand at allAbout his funeral: and you shall speak

    In the same pulpit whereto I am going,

    After my speech is ended.

    ANTONYBe it so.

    I do desire no more.

    BRUTUSPrepare the body then, and follow us.

    Exeunt all but ANTONY

    ANTONYO, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

    That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

    Thou art the ruins of the noblest manThat ever lived in the tide of times.

    Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!

    Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--

    Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--

    A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;

    Domestic fury and fierce civil strife

    Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;Blood and destruction shall be so in use

    And dreadful objects so familiar

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    That mothers shall but smile when they behold

    Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;

    All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,

    With Ate by his side come hot from hell,

    Shall in these confines with a monarch's voiceCry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;That this foul deed shall smell above the earth

    With carrion men, groaning for burial.

    Enter a Servant

    You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?

    ServantI do, Mark Antony.


    Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.ServantHe did receive his letters, and is coming;And bid me say to you by word of mouth--

    O Caesar!--

    Seeing the body

    ANTONYThy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.

    Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,

    Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,Began to water. Is thy master coming?

    ServantHe lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.

    ANTONYPost back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:

    Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,

    No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;

    Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse

    Into the market-place: there shall I try

    In my oration, how the people takeThe cruel issue of these bloody men;

    According to the which, thou shalt discourse

    To young Octavius of the state of things.

    Lend me your hand.

    Exeunt with CAESAR's body

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    ACT V

    SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle.

    Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman

    DoctorI have two nights watched with you, but can perceive

    no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?

    GentlewomanSince his majesty went into the field, I have seenher rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon

    her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it,

    write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and againreturn to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

    DoctorA great perturbation in nature, to receive at once

    the benefit of sleep, and do the effects ofwatching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her

    walking and other actual performances, what, at any

    time, have you heard her say?

    GentlewomanThat, sir, which I will not report after her.


    You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should.GentlewomanNeither to you nor any one; having no witness to

    confirm my speech.

    Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper

    Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise;

    and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.

    DoctorHow came she by that light?

    GentlewomanWhy, it stood by her: she has light by her

    continually; 'tis her command.

    DoctorYou see, her eyes are open.

    GentlewomanAy, but their sense is shut.


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    What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

    GentlewomanIt is an accustomed action with her, to seem thuswashing her hands: I have known her continue in

    this a quarter of an hour.

    LADY MACBETHYet here's a spot.

    DoctorHark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from

    her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

    LADY MACBETHOut, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,

    then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my

    lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need wefear who knows it, when none can call our power to

    account?--Yet who would have thought the old man

    to have had so much blood in him.DoctorDo you mark that?

    LADY MACBETHThe thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?--What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more o'

    that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with

    this starting.

    DoctorGo to, go to; you have known what you should not.

    GentlewomanShe has spoke what she should not, I am sure ofthat: heaven knows what she has known.

    LADY MACBETHHere's the smell of the blood still: all theperfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little

    hand. Oh, oh, oh!

    DoctorWhat a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.

    GentlewomanI would not have such a heart in my bosom for the

    dignity of the whole body.

    DoctorWell, well, well,--

    GentlewomanPray God it be, sir.

    DoctorThis disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known

    those which have walked in their sleep who have diedholily in their beds.

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    LADY MACBETHWash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so

    pale.--I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; hecannot come out on's grave.


    Even so?LADY MACBETHTo bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate:

    come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's

    done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed!


    DoctorWill she go now to bed?


    Directly.DoctorFoul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deedsDo breed unnatural troubles: infected minds

    To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets:

    More needs she the divine than the physician.

    God, God forgive us all! Look after her;Remove from her the means of all annoyance,

    And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night:

    My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.I think, but dare not speak.

    GentlewomanGood night, good doctor.


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    ACT V

    SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.

    Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch

    PARISGive me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:

    Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,

    Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;

    So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,

    Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,

    As signal that thou hear'st something approach.

    Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.PAGE[Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone

    Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.


    PARISSweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--

    O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,

    Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:The obsequies that I for thee will keep

    Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.

    The Page whistles

    The boy gives warning something doth approach.

    What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?

    What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.


    Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c

    ROMEOGive me that mattock and the wrenching iron.Hold, take this letter; early in the morning

    See thou deliver it to my lord and father.

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    Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:

    Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

    ROMEOI must indeed; and therefore came I hither.

    Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;

    Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,Put not another sin upon my head,

    By urging me to fury: O, be gone!

    By heaven, I love thee better than myself;For I come hither arm'd against myself:

    Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,

    A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

    PARISI do defy thy conjurations,

    And apprehend thee for a felon here.

    ROMEOWilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!

    They fight

    PAGEO Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.



    O, I am slain!


    If thou be merciful,

    Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.


    ROMEOIn faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.

    Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!What said my man, when my betossed soulDid not attend him as we rode? I think

    He told me Paris should have married Juliet:

    Said he not so? or did I dream it so?Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

    To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,

    One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!

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    I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;

    A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,

    For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makesThis vault a feasting presence full of light.

    Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.

    Laying PARIS in the tomb

    How oft when men are at the point of deathHave they been merry! which their keepers call

    A lightning before death: O, how may I

    Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,

    Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:

    Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet

    Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,

    And death's pale flag is not advanced there.Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?

    O, what more favour can I do to thee,Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain

    To sunder his that was thine enemy?

    Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,

    Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believeThat unsubstantial death is amorous,

    And that the lean abhorred monster keeps

    Thee here in dark to be his paramour?For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;

    And never from this palace of dim night

    Depart again: here, here will I remain

    With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,

    And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

    From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you

    The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

    A dateless bargain to engrossing death!Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!

    Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

    The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!

    Here's to my love!


    O true apothecary!

    Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

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    What mean these masterless and gory swords

    To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?

    Enters the tomb

    Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour

    Is guilty of this lamentable chance!

    The lady stirs.

    JULIET wakes

    JULIETO comfortable friar! where is my lord?

    I do remember well where I should be,And there I am. Where is my Romeo?

    Noise within

    FRIAR LAURENCEI hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest

    Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:

    A greater power than we can contradictHath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.

    Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;

    And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee

    Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:

    Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;Come, go, good Juliet,

    Noise again

    I dare no longer stay.

    JULIETGo, get thee hence, for I will not away.


    What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:

    O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop

    To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,

    To make die with a restorative.

    Kisses him

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    Thy lips are warm.

    First Watchman[Within] Lead, boy: which way?

    JULIETYea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!

    Snatching ROMEO's dagger

    This is thy sheath;

    Stabs herself

    there rust, and let me die.

    Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies

    Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS

    PAGEThis is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.

    First WatchmanThe ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:

    Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,

    And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,Who here hath lain these two days buried.

    Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:

    Raise up the Montagues: some others search:We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;

    But the true ground of all these piteous woesWe cannot without circumstance descry.

    Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR

    Second WatchmanHere's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.

    First WatchmanHold him in safety, till the prince come hither.

    Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

    Third WatchmanHere is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:

    We took this mattock and this spade from him,As he was coming from this churchyard side.

    First Watchman

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    A great suspicion: stay the friar too.

    Enter the PRINCE and Attendants


    What misadventure is so early up,That calls our person from our morning's rest?

    Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

    CAPULETWhat should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

    LADY CAPULETThe people in the street cry Romeo,

    Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,With open outcry toward our monument.

    PRINCEWhat fear is this which startles in our ears?

    First WatchmanSovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;

    And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,Warm and new kill'd.

    PRINCESearch, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.

    First WatchmanHere is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;

    With instruments upon them, fit to open

    These dead men's tombs.CAPULETO heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!

    This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house

    Is empty on the back of Montague,--And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!

    LADY CAPULETO me! this sight of death is as a bell,That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

    Enter MONTAGUE and others

    PRINCECome, Montague; for thou art early up,To see thy son and heir more early down.

    MONTAGUEAlas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:

    What further woe conspires against mine age?

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    PRINCELook, and thou shalt see.

    MONTAGUEO thou untaught! what manners is in this?

    To press before thy father to a grave?

    PRINCESeal up the mouth of outrage for a while,Till we can clear these ambiguities,

    And know their spring, their head, their

    true descent;And then will I be general of your woes,

    And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,

    And let mischance be slave to patience.

    Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

    FRIAR LAURENCEI am the greatest, able to do least,

    Yet most suspected, as the time and placeDoth make against me of this direful murder;

    And here I stand, both to impeach and purge

    Myself condemned and myself excused.

    PRINCEThen say at once what thou dost know in this.

    FRIAR LAURENCEI will be brief, for my short date of breathIs not so long as is a tedious tale.

    Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;

    And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:

    I married them; and their stol'n marriage-dayWas Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death

    Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,

    For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.You, to remove that siege of grief from her,

    Betroth'd and would have married her perforce

    To County Paris: then comes she to me,And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean

    To rid her from this second marriage,

    Or in my cell there would she kill herself.

    Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,A sleeping potion; which so took effect

    As I intended, for it wrought on her

    The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,

    That he should hither come as this dire night,To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,

    Being the time the potion's force should cease.

    But he which bore my letter, Friar John,Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight

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    Return'd my letter back. Then all alone

    At the prefixed hour of her waking,

    Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,

    Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:

    But when I came, some minute ere the timeOf her awaking, here untimely layThe noble Paris and true Romeo dead.

    She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,

    And bear this work of heaven with patience:But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;

    And she, too desperate, would not go with me,

    But, as it seems, did violence on herself.

    All this I know; and to the marriageHer nurse is privy: and, if aught in this

    Miscarried by my fault, let my old life

    Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,Unto the rigour of severest law.

    PRINCEWe still have known thee for a holy man.

    Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?

    BALTHASARI brought my master news of Juliet's death;

    And then in post he came from MantuaTo this same place, to this same monument.

    This letter he early bid me give his father,

    And threatened me with death, going in the vault,

    I departed not and left him there.

    PRINCEGive me the letter; I will look on it.

    Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

    PAGEHe came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: