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MACBETH

ACT I

SCENE I. A desert place.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches

First Witch When shall we three meet againIn 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



TEMPEST

ACT I

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

of thunder and lightning heard.

Enter a Master and a Boatswain

Master Boatswain!

Boatswain Here, master: what cheer?

Master Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,

or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

Exit

Enter Mariners

Boatswain Heigh, 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!

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others

ALONSO Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?

Play the men.

Boatswain I pray now, keep below.

ANTONIO Where is the master, boatswain?

Boatswain

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

GONZALO Nay, good, be patient.

Boatswain When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers

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

GONZALO



Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boatswain None 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.

Exit

GONZALO I 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 not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

Exeunt

Re-enter Boatswain

Boatswain Down 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.

Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO

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

and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

SEBASTIAN A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,

incharitable dog!

Boatswain Work you then.

ANTONIO Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!

We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.



GONZALO I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were

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

Boatswain

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

Enter Mariners wet

Mariners All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

Boatswain What, must our mouths be cold?

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

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

ANTONIO We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:

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

The washing of ten tides!

GONZALO He'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!'

ANTONIO Let's all sink with the king.

SEBASTIAN Let's take leave of him.

Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN

GONZALO Now 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.

Exeunt



JULIUS CAESAR

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

CAESAR Calpurnia!

CASCA Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

CAESAR Calpurnia!

CALPURNIA Here, my lord.

CAESAR Stand you directly in Antonius' way,

When he doth run his course. Antonius!

ANTONY Caesar, my lord?

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

The barren, touched in this holy chase,

Shake off their sterile curse.

ANTONY

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

CAESAR Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

Flourish

Soothsayer Caesar!

CAESAR Ha! who calls?

CASCA Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!

CAESAR Who 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.

Soothsayer Beware the ides of March.



CAESAR What man is that?

BRUTUS A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

CAESAR

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

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

Soothsayer Beware the ides of March.

CAESAR He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.

Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS

CASSIUS Will you go see the order of the course?

BRUTUS Not I.

CASSIUS I pray you, do.

BRUTUS I 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.

CASSIUS Brutus, 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.

BRUTUS Cassius,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,



Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,

Forgets the shows of love to other men.

CASSIUS Then, 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?

BRUTUS No, 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.

BRUTUS Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,

That you would have me seek into myself

For that which is not in me?

CASSIUS Therefore, 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

BRUTUS What means this shouting? I do fear, the people

Choose Caesar for their king.

CASSIUS



Ay, do you fear it?

Then must I think you would not have it so.

BRUTUS I 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.

CASSIUS I 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



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.

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

BRUTUS

The games are done and Caesar is returning.CASSIUS As 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

BRUTUS I 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.

CASSIUS Casca will tell us what the matter is.

CAESAR Antonius!

ANTONY Caesar?

CAESAR Let 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.

ANTONY Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;

He is a noble Roman and well given.



CAESAR Would 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

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

BRUTUS Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,

That Caesar looks so sad.

CASCA Why, you were with him, were you not?

BRUTUS I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.

CASCA Why, 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.

BRUTUS What was the second noise for?

CASCA Why, for that too.

CASSIUS They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?

CASCA Why, for that too.

BRUTUS Was the crown offered him thrice?

CASCA



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

time gentler than other, and at every putting-by

mine honest neighbours shouted.

CASSIUS Who offered him the crown?

CASCA Why, Antony.

BRUTUS Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

CASCA I 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 their chapped 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.

CASSIUS But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?

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

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

CASSIUS No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,

And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.

CASCA I 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.

BRUTUS What said he when he came unto himself?

CASCA



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.

BRUTUS And after that, he came, thus sad, away?

CASCA

Ay.CASSIUS Did Cicero say any thing?

CASCA Ay, he spoke Greek.

CASSIUS To what effect?

CASCA Nay, 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.

CASSIUS Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?

CASCA No, I am promised forth.

CASSIUS Will you dine with me to-morrow?

CASCA Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner

worth the eating.

CASSIUS Good: I will expect you.

CASCA Do so. Farewell, both.



Exit

BRUTUS What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!

He was quick mettle when he went to school.

CASSIUS So 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.

BRUTUS And 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.CASSIUS I 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.

Exit



MACBETH

ACT II

SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle.

Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him

BANQUO How goes the night, boy?

FLEANCE The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

BANQUO And she goes down at twelve.

FLEANCE I take't, 'tis later, sir.

BANQUO Hold, 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?

MACBETH A friend.

BANQUO What, 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.

MACBETH Being unprepared,

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

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

To you they have show'd some truth.

MACBETH



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.

BANQUO

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

It shall make honour for you.

BANQUO So I lose none

In seeking to augment it, but still keep

My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,

I shall be counsell'd.

MACBETH Good repose the while!

BANQUO Thanks, sir: the like to you!

Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE

MACBETH Go 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



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 fear Thy 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.

Exit



HAMLET

ACT I

SCENE V. Another part of the platform.

Enter GHOST and HAMLET

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

Ghost Mark me.

HAMLET I will.

Ghost My hour is almost come,

When I to sulphurous and tormenting flamesMust render up myself.

HAMLET Alas, poor ghost!

Ghost Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing

To what I shall unfold.

HAMLET Speak; I am bound to hear.

Ghost So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.

HAMLET

What?Ghost I 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--

HAMLET O God!



Ghost Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

HAMLET Murder!

Ghost

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

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

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

Ghost I 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 life Now wears his crown.

HAMLET O my prophetic soul! My uncle!

Ghost Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,

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

O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So 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,



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.

Exit

HAMLET O 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!



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

But he's an arrant knave.

HORATIO There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave

To tell us this.

HAMLET Why, 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.

HORATIO These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.

HAMLET

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

HORATIO There's no offence, my lord.

HAMLET Yes, 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.

HORATIO What is't, my lord? we will.

HAMLET Never make known what you have seen to-night.

HORATIO MARCELLUS My lord, we will not.

HAMLET Nay, but swear't.

HORATIO In faith,My lord, not I.

MARCELLUS Nor I, my lord, in faith.

HAMLET Upon my sword.

MARCELLUS We have sworn, my lord, already.

HAMLET



HAMLET Rest, 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.

Exeunt



KING LEAR

ACT III

SCENE VII. Gloucester's castle.

Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and Servants

CORNWALL Post 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

REGAN Hang him instantly.

GONERIL Pluck out his eyes.

CORNWALL Leave 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 intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister: farewell, my

lord of Gloucester.

Enter OSWALD

How now! where's the king?

OSWALD My 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.

CORNWALL Get horses for your mistress.

GONERIL Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.

CORNWALL Edmund, farewell.

Exeunt GONERIL, EDMUND, and OSWALD



REGAN Be simple answerer, for we know the truth.

CORNWALL And what confederacy have you with the traitors

Late footed in the kingdom?

REGAN To whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? Speak.

GLOUCESTER I have a letter guessingly set down,

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

CORNWALL Cunning.

REGAN And false.

CORNWALL

Where hast thou sent the king?GLOUCESTER To Dover.

REGAN Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charged at peril--

CORNWALL Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that.

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

REGAN Wherefore to Dover, sir?

GLOUCESTER Because 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.

CORNWALL See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair.

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

GLOUCESTER He that will think to live till he be old,

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

REGAN



One side will mock another; the other too.

CORNWALL If you see vengeance,--

First Servant Hold 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.

REGAN How now, you dog!

First Servant If you did wear a beard upon your chin,

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

CORNWALL My villain!

They draw and fight

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

REGAN Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!

Takes a sword, and runs at him behind

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

To see some mischief on him. O!

Dies

CORNWALL Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly!

Where is thy lustre now?

GLOUCESTER All dark and comfortless. Where's my son Edmund?

Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,

To quit this horrid act.

REGAN Out, 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.

GLOUCESTER O my follies! then Edgar was abused.

Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!



REGAN Go 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?

CORNWALL I 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 Servant If she live long,

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

Second Servant Let'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



MACBETH

ACT I

SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First Witch Where hast thou been, sister?

Second Witch Killing swine.

Third Witch Sister, where thou?

First Witch A 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 Witch I'll give thee a wind.

First Witch Thou'rt kind.

Third Witch

And I another.First Witch I 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 Witch Show me, show me.

First Witch



Here I have a pilot's thumb,

Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

Drum within

Third Witch A drum, a drum!

Macbeth doth come.

ALL The 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

MACBETH So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

BANQUO How 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.

MACBETH Speak, if you can: what are you?

First Witch All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

Second Witch All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

Third Witch All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

BANQUO Good 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 partner You greet with present grace and great prediction

Of noble having and of royal hope,

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



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 fear Your favours nor your hate.

First Witch

Hail!Second Witch Hail!

Third Witch Hail!

First Witch Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Second Witch Not so happy, yet much happier.

Third Witch Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:

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

MACBETH Stay, 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

BANQUO The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,

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

MACBETH Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted

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

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

That takes the reason prisoner?

MACBETH Your children shall be kings.

BANQUO You shall be king.



MACBETH And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

BANQUO To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

Enter ROSS and ANGUS

ROSS The 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.

ANGUS We are sent

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

Not pay thee.

ROSS And, 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.

BANQUO What, can the devil speak true?

MACBETH The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me

In borrow'd robes?

ANGUS Who 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.

MACBETH



[Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!

The greatest is behind.

To ROSS and ANGUS

Thanks for your pains.

To BANQUO

Do you not hope your children shall be kings,

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

BANQUO That 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.

Aside

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.

BANQUO Look, how our partner's rapt.

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

BANQUO



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.BANQUO Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

MACBETH Give 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.

BANQUO Very gladly.

MACBETH Till then, enough. Come, friends.

Exeunt



MACBETH

ACT III

SCENE IV. The same. Hall in the palace.

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

Attendants

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

Lords Thanks to your majesty.

MACBETH Ourself will mingle with society,

And play the humble host.

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

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

First Murderer appears at the door

MACBETH See, 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 Murderer My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

MACBETH Thou 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



Most royal sir,

Fleance is 'scaped.

MACBETH Then 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 Murderer Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

The least a death to nature.

MACBETH Thanks 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 MACBETH My 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.

MACBETH Sweet remembrancer! Now, good digestion wait on appetite,

And health on both!

LENNOX May't please your highness sit.

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

MACBETH Here 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!

ROSS His absence, sir,

Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness

To grace us with your royal company.



LADY MACBETH What, quite unmann'd in folly?

MACBETH If I stand here, I saw him.

LADY MACBETH

Fie, for shame!MACBETH Blood 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 MACBETH My worthy lord,

Your noble friends do lack you.

MACBETH I 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.

Lords Our duties, and the pledge.

Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO

MACBETH Avaunt! 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 MACBETH Think of this, good peers,

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

Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

MACBETH What man dare, I dare:

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,



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 MACBETH You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,

With most admired disorder.

MACBETH

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.

ROSS What sights, my lord?

LADY MACBETH I 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.

LENNOX Good night; and better health

Attend his majesty!

LADY MACBETH A kind good night to all!

Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH

MACBETH It 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 MACBETH Almost at odds with morning, which is which.



MACBETH How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person

At our great bidding?

LADY MACBETH Did you send to him, sir?

MACBETH I 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 MACBETH You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

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

We are yet but young in deed.

Exeunt



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.

TAMORA Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!

AARON No more, great empress; Bassianus comes:

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

To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.

Exit

Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA

BASSIANUS Who 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?

TAMORA Saucy 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!

LAVINIA



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.

DEMETRIUS This is a witness that I am thy son.

Stabs BASSIANUS

CHIRON And this for me, struck home to show my strength.

Also stabs BASSIANUS, who dies

LAVINIA Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,

For no name fits thy nature but thy own!

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

DEMETRIUS Stay, 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?

CHIRON An 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.

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

CHIRON



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

Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy

That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

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

TAMORA I will not hear her speak; away with her!

LAVINIA Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.

DEMETRIUS Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory

To see her tears; but be your heart to them

As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.

LAVINIA When 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:

To CHIRON

Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.

CHIRON What, 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!

TAMORA I know not what it means; away with her!

LAVINIA O, 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.

TAMORA Hadst 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;



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.

LAVINIA O 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.

TAMORA What 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.TAMORA So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:

No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.

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

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

Confusion fall--

CHIRON Nay, 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 and CHIRON, dragging off LAVINIA

TAMORA Farewell, 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.

Exit

Re-enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS

AARON



Come on, my lords, the better foot before:

Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit

Where I espied the panther fast asleep.

QUINTUS My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.

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

Falls into the pit

QUINTUS What 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?

MARTIUS O 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.

Exit

MARTIUS Why dost not comfort me, and help me out

From this unhallowed and blood-stained hole?

QUINTUS I am surprised with an uncouth fear;

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

My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

MARTIUS To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,

Aaron and thou look down into this den,

And see a fearful sight of blood and death.

QUINTUS Aaron 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.

MARTIUS



Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,

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

In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

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

MARTIUS Upon his bloody finger he doth wear A 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.QUINTUS Reach 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.

MARTIUS Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.

QUINTUS Thy 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

Enter SATURNINUS with AARON

SATURNINUS Along 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?

MARTIUS The unhappy son of old Andronicus:

Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,

To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

SATURNINUS My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest:

He and his lady both are at the lodge



Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;

'Tis not an hour since I left him there.

MARTIUS We 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

TAMORA Where is my lord the king?

SATURNINUS Here, Tamora, though grieved with killing grief.

TAMORA Where is thy brother Bassianus?

SATURNINUS Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound:

Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.TAMORA Then 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.

AARON My 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:



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!

Exeunt



JULIUS CAESAR

ACT III

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,

ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others

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

Soothsayer Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

ARTEMIDORUS Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.

DECIUS BRUTUS

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

ARTEMIDORUS O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit

That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.

CAESAR What touches us ourself shall be last served.

ARTEMIDORUS Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.

CAESAR What, is the fellow mad?

PUBLIUS Sirrah, give place.

CASSIUS What, urge you your petitions in the street?

Come to the Capitol.

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

POPILIUS I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.

CASSIUS

What enterprise, Popilius?POPILIUS Fare you well.

Advances to CAESAR

BRUTUS What said Popilius Lena?



CASSIUS He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.

I fear our purpose is discovered.

BRUTUS Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.

CASSIUS Casca, 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.

BRUTUS Cassius, be constant:

Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;

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

CASSIUS Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.

He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS

DECIUS BRUTUS Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,

And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.

BRUTUS He is address'd: press near and second him.

CINNA Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

CAESAR Are we all ready? What is now amiss

That Caesar and his senate must redress?

METELLUS CIMBER Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,

Metellus Cimber throws before thy seatAn humble heart,--

Kneeling

CAESAR I 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,



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 CIMBER Is 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?

BRUTUS I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;

Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may

Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

CAESAR What, Brutus!

CASSIUS Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:

As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

CASSIUS I 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.

CINNA O Caesar,--

CAESAR Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?

DECIUS BRUTUS Great Caesar,--

CAESAR Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?

CASCA



Fled to his house amazed:

Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run

As it were doomsday.

BRUTUS Fates, we will know your pleasures:

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

CASSIUS Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life

Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

BRUTUS Grant 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!'

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

In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

BRUTUS How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,

That now on Pompey's basis lies along

No worthier than the dust!

CASSIUS So oft as that shall be,

So often shall the knot of us be call'd

The men that gave their country liberty.

DECIUS BRUTUS What, shall we forth?

CASSIUS Ay, every man away:

Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels

With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant

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

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

And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:



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!

CASSIUS Mark Antony,--

ANTONY Pardon me, Caius Cassius:

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

CASSIUS I 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?

ANTONY Therefore 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.

BRUTUS Or 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.

ANTONY That'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.

BRUTUS You shall, Mark Antony.

CASSIUS Brutus, a word with you.

Aside to BRUTUS



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?

BRUTUS

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.

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

BRUTUS

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.

ANTONY Be it so.

I do desire no more.

BRUTUS Prepare the body then, and follow us.

Exeunt all but ANTONY

ANTONY O, 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



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?

Servant I do, Mark Antony.

ANTONY

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

O Caesar!--

Seeing the body

ANTONY Thy 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?

Servant He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.

ANTONY Post 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



MACBETH

ACT V

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

Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman

Doctor I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive

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

Gentlewoman Since 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.

Doctor A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once

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

walking and other actual performances, what, at any

time, have you heard her say?

Gentlewoman That, sir, which I will not report after her.

Doctor

You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should.Gentlewoman Neither 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.

Doctor How came she by that light?

Gentlewoman Why, it stood by her: she has light by her

continually; 'tis her command.

Doctor You see, her eyes are open.

Gentlewoman Ay, but their sense is shut.

Doctor



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

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

this a quarter of an hour.

LADY MACBETH Yet here's a spot.

Doctor Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from

her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

LADY MACBETH Out, 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.Doctor Do you mark that?

LADY MACBETH The 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.

Doctor Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.

Gentlewoman She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: heaven knows what she has known.

LADY MACBETH Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little

hand. Oh, oh, oh!

Doctor What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.

Gentlewoman I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the

dignity of the whole body.

Doctor Well, well, well,--

Gentlewoman Pray God it be, sir.

Doctor This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known

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



LADY MACBETH Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so

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

Doctor

Even so?LADY MACBETH To 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!

Exit

Doctor Will she go now to bed?

Gentlewoman

Directly.Doctor Foul 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.

Gentlewoman Good night, good doctor.

Exeunt



ROMEO AND JULIET

ACT V

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

Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch

PARIS Give 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.

Retires

PARIS Sweet 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.

Retires

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

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

See thou deliver it to my lord and father.



Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:

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

ROMEO I 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.

PARIS I do defy thy conjurations,

And apprehend thee for a felon here.

ROMEO Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!

They fight

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

Exit

PARIS

O, I am slain!

Falls

If thou be merciful,

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

Dies

ROMEO In 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!



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!

Drinks

O true apothecary!

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



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

JULIET O 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 LAURENCE I 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.

JULIET Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.

Exit FRIAR LAURENCE

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



Thy lips are warm.

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

JULIET Yea, 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

PAGE This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.

First Watchman The 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 Watchman Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.

First Watchman Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.

Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

Third Watchman Here 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



A great suspicion: stay the friar too.

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants

PRINCE

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

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

CAPULET What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

LADY CAPULET The people in the street cry Romeo,

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

PRINCE What fear is this which startles in our ears?

First Watchman Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;

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

PRINCE Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.

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

With instruments upon them, fit to open

These dead men's tombs.CAPULET O 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 CAPULET O me! this sight of death is as a bell,That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Enter MONTAGUE and others

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

MONTAGUE Alas, 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?



PRINCE Look, and thou shalt see.

MONTAGUE O thou untaught! what manners is in this?

To press before thy father to a grave?

PRINCE Seal 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 LAURENCE I 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.

PRINCE Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

FRIAR LAURENCE I 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



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.

PRINCE We still have known thee for a holy man.

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

BALTHASAR I 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.

PRINCE Give 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?

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

Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;

And by and by my master drew on him;

And then I ran away to call the watch.

PRINCE This letter doth make good the friar's words,

Their course of love, the tidings of her death:

And here he writes that he did buy a poisonOf a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal

Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.

Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,



That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.

And I for winking at your discords too

Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.

CAPULET O brother Montague, give me thy hand:

This is my daughter's jointure, for no moreCan I demand.

MONTAGUE But I can give thee more:

For I will raise her statue in pure gold;That while Verona by that name is known,

There shall no figure at such rate be set

As that of true and faithful Juliet.

CAPULET As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;

Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

PRINCE A glooming peace this morning with it brings;

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;

Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:For never was a story of more woe

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Exeunt



TITUS ANDRONICUS

ACT V

SCENE III. Court of TITUS's house. A banquet set out.

Enter LUCIUS, MARCUS, and Goths, with AARON prisoner

LUCIUS Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind

That I repair to Rome, I am content.

First Goth And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.

LUCIUS Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;

Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him

Till he be brought unto the empress' face,For testimony of her foul proceedings:

And see the ambush of our friends be strong;

I fear the emperor means no good to us.

AARON Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,

And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth

The venomous malice of my swelling heart!

LUCIUS Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!

Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.

Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish within

The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.

Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with AEMILIUS, Tribunes, Senators, and others

SATURNINUS What, hath the firmament more suns than one?

LUCIUS What boots it thee to call thyself a sun?

MARCUS ANDRONICUS Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle;

These quarrels must be quietly debated.

The feast is ready, which the careful TitusHath ordain'd to an honourable end,

For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome:

Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places.

SATURNINUS



Marcus, we will.

Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at table

Enter TITUS dressed like a Cook, LAVINIA veiled, Young LUCIUS, and others. TITUS places

the dishes on the table

TITUS ANDRONICUS Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread queen;

Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;

And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor,'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.

SATURNINUS Why art thou thus attired, Andronicus?

TITUS ANDRONICUS Because I would be sure to have all well,

To entertain your highness and your empress.TAMORA We are beholding to you, good Andronicus.

TITUS ANDRONICUS An if your highness knew my heart, you were.

My lord the emperor, resolve me this:Was it well done of rash Virginius

To slay his daughter with his own right hand,

Because she was enforced, stain'd, and deflower'd?

SATURNINUS It was, Andronicus.

TITUS ANDRONICUS Your reason, mighty lord?

SATURNINUS Because the girl should not survive her shame,

And by her presence still renew his sorrows.

TITUS ANDRONICUS A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;

A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,

For me, most wretched, to perform the like.Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee;

Kills LAVINIA

And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die!

SATURNINUS What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind?

TITUS ANDRONICUS Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind.I am as woful as Virginius was,



Grave witnesses of true experience,

Cannot induce you to attend my words,

To LUCIUS

Speak, Rome's dear friend, as erst our ancestor,When with his solemn tongue he did discourse

To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear

The story of that baleful burning nightWhen subtle Greeks surprised King Priam's Troy,

Tell us what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears,

Or who hath brought the fatal engine inThat gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.

My heart is not compact of flint nor steel;

Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,

But floods of tears will drown my oratory,

And break my utterance, even in the timeWhen it should move you to attend me most,

Lending your kind commiseration.Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;

Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak.

LUCIUS Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,That cursed Chiron and Demetrius

Were they that murdered our emperor's brother;

And they it were that ravished our sister:For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded;

Our father's tears despised, and basely cozen'd

Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out,

And sent her enemies unto the grave.Lastly, myself unkindly banished,

The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,

To beg relief among Rome's enemies:Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears.

And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend.

I am the turned forth, be it known to you,That have preserved her welfare in my blood;

And from her bosom took the enemy's point,

Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body.

Alas, you know I am no vaunter, I;My scars can witness, dumb although they are,

That my report is just and full of truth.

But, soft! methinks I do digress too much,

Citing my worthless praise: O, pardon me;For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.

MARCUS ANDRONICUS



Now is my turn to speak. Behold this child:

Pointing to the Child in the arms of an Attendant

Of this was Tamora delivered;

The issue of an irreligious Moor,Chief architect and plotter of these woes:

The villain is alive in Titus' house,

And as he is, to witness this is true. Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge

These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,

Or more than any living man could bear. Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans?

Have we done aught amiss,--show us wherein,

And, from the place where you behold us now,

The poor remainder of Andronici

Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down.And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,

And make a mutual closure of our house.Speak, Romans, speak; and if you say we shall,

Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

AEMILIUS Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,

Lucius our emperor; for well I know

The common voice do cry it shall be so.

All Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor!

MARCUS ANDRONICUS Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house,

To Attendants

And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death,As punishment for his most wicked life.

Exeunt Attendants

LUCIUS, MARCUS, and the others descend

All Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor!

LUCIUS Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so,

To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!



AARON O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?

I am no baby, I, that with base prayersI should repent the evils I have done:

Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did

Would I perform, if I might have my will;If one good deed in all my life I did,I do repent it from my very soul.

LUCIUS Some loving friends convey the emperor hence,And give him burial in his father's grave:

My father and Lavinia shall forthwith

Be closed in our household's monument.

As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, No funeral rite, nor man m mourning weeds,

No mournful bell shall ring her burial;

But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey:Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;

And, being so, shall have like want of pity.

See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor,

By whom our heavy haps had their beginning:Then, afterwards, to order well the state,

That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

Exeunt



Finger of birth-strangled babe

Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,

Make the gruel thick and slab:Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,

For the ingredients of our cauldron.

ALL Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch Cool it with a baboon's blood,Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter HECATE to the other three Witches

HECATE O well done! I commend your pains;

And every one shall share i' the gains;And now about the cauldron sing,

Live elves and fairies in a ring,Enchanting all that you put in.

Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' & c

HECATE retires

Second Witch By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something wicked this way comes.Open, locks,

Whoever knocks!

Enter MACBETH

MACBETH How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!

What is't you do?

ALL A deed without a name.

MACBETH I conjure you, by that which you profess,

Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:Though you untie the winds and let them fight

Against the churches; though the yesty waves

Confound and swallow navigation up;Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;

Though castles topple on their warders' heads;



Though palaces and pyramids do slope

Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure

Of nature's germens tumble all together,Even till destruction sicken; answer me

To what I ask you.

First Witch Speak.

Second Witch Demand.

Third Witch We'll answer.

First Witch Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,

Or from our masters?

MACBETH Call 'em; let me see 'em.

First Witch Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten

Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten

From the murderer's gibbet throw

Into the flame.

ALL Come, high or low;

Thyself and office deftly show!

Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head

MACBETH Tell me, thou unknown power,--

First Witch He knows thy thought:

Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

First Apparition Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;

Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

Descends

MACBETH Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;

Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one

word more,--

First Witch He will not be commanded: here's another,

More potent than the first.



Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever

Reign in this kingdom?

ALL Seek to know no more.

MACBETH

I will be satisfied: deny me this,And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?

Hautboys

First Witch Show!

Second Witch Show!

Third Witch

Show!ALL Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;Come like shadows, so depart!

A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following

MACBETH Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,

Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.

A third is like the former. Filthy hags!Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes!What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:

And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glassWhich shows me many more; and some I see

That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:

Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,

And points at them for his.

Apparitions vanish

What, is this so?

First Witch Ay, sir, all this is so: but why

Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,

And show the best of our delights:



I'll charm the air to give a sound,

While you perform your antic round:

That this great king may kindly say,Our duties did his welcome pay.

Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with HECATE

MACBETH Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar!

Come in, without there!

Enter LENNOX

LENNOX What's your grace's will?

MACBETH Saw you the weird sisters?

LENNOX No, my lord.

MACBETH Came they not by you?

LENNOX No, indeed, my lord.

MACBETH Infected be the air whereon they ride;

And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear

The galloping of horse: who was't came by?LENNOX 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word

Macduff is fled to England.

MACBETH Fled to England!

LENNOX Ay, my good lord.

MACBETH Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:

The flighty purpose never is o'ertook

Unless the deed go with it; from this momentThe very firstlings of my heart shall be

The firstlings of my hand. And even now,

To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:

The castle of Macduff I will surprise;Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword

His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls

That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;



This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.

But no more sights!--Where are these gentlemen?

Come, bring me where they are.

Exeunt

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