Wllliam Shakespeare Maasdcbeth

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This is the sergeantWho li e a good and hardy soldier fought'Gainst my capti ity. &ail, bra e friend!(ay to the ing the nowledge of the broil#s thou didst lea e it.Sergeant)oubtful it stood*#s two spent swimmers, that do cling together #nd cho e their art. The merciless Macdonwald++Worthy to be a rebel, for to thatThe multiplying illanies of nature)o swarm upon him++from the western islesf erns and gallowglasses is supplied*#nd fortune, on his damned -uarrel smiling,(how'd li e a rebel's whore% but all's too wea %$or bra e Macbeth++well he deser es that name++)isdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,Which smo ed with bloody e ecution,/i e alour's minion car ed out his passageTill he faced the sla e*Which ne'er shoo hands, nor bade farewell to him,Till he unseam'd him from the na e to the chaps,#nd fi 'd his head upon our battlements.DUNCAN

aliant cousin! worthy gentleman!Sergeant#s whence the sun 'gins his reflection(hipwrec ing storms and direful thunders brea ,(o from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come)iscomfort swells. Mar , ing of (cotland, mar %

0o sooner 1ustice had with alour arm'd2ompell'd these s ipping erns to trust their heels,3ut the 0orweyan lord sur eying antage,With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men

3egan a fresh assault.DUNCAN)ismay'd not thisur captains, Macbeth and 3an-uo?Sergeant4es*#s sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.



If I say sooth, I must report they were#s cannons o ercharged with double crac s, so they)oubly redoubled stro es upon the foe%5 cept they meant to bathe in ree ing wounds,r memorise another Golgotha,I cannot tell.3ut I am faint, my gashes cry for help.DUNCAN(o well thy words become thee as thy wounds*They smac of honour both. Go get him surgeons.

Exit #ergeant, attended

Who comes here?

Enter $O##

MALCOLMThe worthy thane of 6oss.LENNOWhat a haste loo s through his eyes! (o should he loo That seems to spea things strange.!OSSGod sa e the ing!DUNCANWhence camest thou, worthy thane?!OSS$rom $ife, great ing*Where the 0orweyan banners flout the s y#nd fan our people cold. 0orway himself,With terrible numbers,#ssisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of 2awdor, began a dismal conflict*Till that 3ellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,2onfronted him with self+comparisons,"oint against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.2urbing his la ish spirit% and, to conclude,The ictory fell on us.DUNCANGreat happiness!!OSS



That now(weno, the 0orways' ing, cra es composition%

0or would we deign him burial of his menTill he disbursed at (aint 2olme's inchTen thousand dollars to our general use.DUNCAN

0o more that thane of 2awdor shall decei eur bosom interest% go pronounce his present death,#nd with his former title greet Macbeth.!OSSI'll see it done.DUNCANWhat he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.

Exeunt

SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First WitchWhere hast thou been, sister?Second Witch7illing swine.Third Witch

(ister, where thou?First Witch# sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,#nd munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd%++'Gi e me,' -uoth I%'#roint thee, witch!' the rump+fed ronyon cries.&er husband's to #leppo gone, master o' the Tiger%3ut in a sie e I'll thither sail,#nd, li e a rat without a tail,I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

Second WitchI'll gi e thee a wind.First WitchThou'rt ind.Third Witch#nd I another.First Witch



I myself ha e all the other,#nd the ery ports they blow,#ll the -uarters that they nowI' the shipman's card.I will drain him dry as hay%(leep shall neither night nor day&ang upon his pent+house lid*&e shall li e a man forbid%Weary se'nnights nine times nine(hall he dwindle, pea and pine%Though his bar cannot be lost,4et it shall be tempest+tost./oo what I ha e.Second Witch(how me, show me.First Witch&ere I ha e a pilot's thumb,Wrec 'd as homeward he did come.

Drum within

Third Witch# drum, a drum!Macbeth doth come.ALLThe weird sisters, hand in hand,"osters of the sea and land,Thus do go about, about%Thrice to thine and thrice to mine#nd thrice again, to ma e up nine."eace! the charm's wound up.

Enter MACBET% and BAN&UO

MAC"ET#(o foul and fair a day I ha e not seen."AN$UO&ow far is't call'd to $orres? What are these(o wither'd and so wild in their attire,That loo not li e the inhabitants o' the earth,#nd yet are on't? /i e you? or are you aughtThat man may -uestion? 4ou seem to understand me,



3y each at once her chappy finger layingUpon her s inny lips% you should be women,#nd yet your beards forbid me to interpretThat you are so.MAC"ET#(pea , if you can% what are you?First Witch#ll hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!Second Witch#ll hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of 2awdor!Third Witch#ll hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be ing hereafter!"AN$UOGood sir, why do you start* and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,#re ye fantastical, or that indeedWhich outwardly ye show? My noble partner 4ou greet with present grace and great predictionf noble ha ing and of royal hope,That he seems rapt withal% to me you spea not.If you can loo into the seeds of time,#nd say which grain will grow and which will not,(pea then to me, who neither beg nor fear 4our fa ours nor your hate.

First Witch&ail!Second Witch&ail!Third Witch&ail!First Witch/esser than Macbeth, and greater.Second Witch

0ot so happy, yet much happier.

Third WitchThou shalt get ings, though thou be none%(o all hail, Macbeth and 3an-uo!First Witch3an-uo and Macbeth, all hail!MAC"ET#



(tay, you imperfect spea ers, tell me more%3y (inel's death I now I am thane of Glamis*3ut how of 2awdor? the thane of 2awdor li es,# prosperous gentleman* and to be ing(tands not within the prospect of belief,

0o more than to be 2awdor. (ay from whence4ou owe this strange intelligence? or whyUpon this blasted heath you stop our wayWith such prophetic greeting? (pea , I charge you.

Witches 'anish

"AN$UOThe earth hath bubbles, as the water has,#nd these are of them. Whither are they anish'd?MAC"ET#Into the air* and what seem'd corporal melted#s breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!"AN$UOWere such things here as we do spea about?r ha e we eaten on the insane rootThat ta es the reason prisoner?MAC"ET#4our children shall be ings."AN$UO4ou shall be ing.MAC"ET##nd thane of 2awdor too% went it not so?"AN$UOTo the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

Enter $O## and AN(U#

!OSSThe ing hath happily recei ed, Macbeth,The news of thy success* and when he readsThy personal enture in the rebels' fight,&is wonders and his praises do contendWhich should be thine or his% silenced with that,In iewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,&e finds thee in the stout 0orweyan ran s,

0othing afeard of what thyself didst ma e,



That trusted homeMight yet en indle you unto the crown,3esides the thane of 2awdor. 3ut 'tis strange%#nd oftentimes, to win us to our harm,The instruments of dar ness tell us truths,Win us with honest trifles, to betray'sIn deepest conse-uence.2ousins, a word, I pray you.MAC"ET#8#side9 Two truths are told,#s happy prologues to the swelling actf the imperial theme.++I than you, gentlemen.

Aside

2annot be ill, cannot be good% if ill,Why hath it gi en me earnest of success,2ommencing in a truth? I am thane of 2awdor%If good, why do I yield to that suggestionWhose horrid image doth unfi my hair #nd ma e my seated heart noc at my ribs,#gainst the use of nature? "resent fears#re less than horrible imaginings%My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,(ha es so my single state of man that functionIs smother'd in surmise, and nothing is3ut what is not."AN$UO/oo , how our partner's rapt.MAC"ET#8#side9 If chance will ha e me ing, why, chance may crown me,Without my stir."AN$UO

0ew horrors come upon him,

/i e our strange garments, clea e not to their mould3ut with the aid of use.MAC"ET#8#side9 2ome what come may,Time and the hour runs through the roughest day."AN$UOWorthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.MAC"ET#



Gi e me your fa our% my dull brain was wroughtWith things forgotten. 7ind gentlemen, your pains#re register'd where e ery day I turnThe leaf to read them. /et us toward the ing.Thin upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,The interim ha ing weigh'd it, let us spea ur free hearts each to other."AN$UO:ery gladly.MAC"ET#Till then, enough. 2ome, friends.

Exeunt

SCENE I&. Forres. The palace.

*l)urish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBA N, LENNO!, and Attendants

DUNCANIs e ecution done on 2awdor? #re notThose in commission yet return'd?MALCOLMMy liege,They are not yet come bac . 3ut I ha e spo eWith one that saw him die% who did report

That ery fran ly he confess'd his treasons,Implored your highness' pardon and set forth# deep repentance% nothing in his life3ecame him li e the lea ing it* he died#s one that had been studied in his deathTo throw away the dearest thing he owed,#s 'twere a careless trifle.DUNCANThere's no artTo find the mind's construction in the face%

&e was a gentleman on whom I built#n absolute trust.

Enter MACBET%, BAN&UO, $O##, and AN(U#

worthiest cousin!The sin of my ingratitude e en now



Was hea y on me% thou art so far beforeThat swiftest wing of recompense is slowTo o erta e thee. Would thou hadst less deser ed,That the proportion both of than s and paymentMight ha e been mine! only I ha e left to say,More is thy due than more than all can pay.MAC"ET#The ser ice and the loyalty I owe,In doing it, pays itself. 4our highness' partIs to recei e our duties* and our duties#re to your throne and state children and ser ants,Which do but what they should, by doing e ery thing(afe toward your lo e and honour.DUNCANWelcome hither%I ha e begun to plant thee, and will labour To ma e thee full of growing. 0oble 3an-uo,That hast no less deser ed, nor must be nown

0o less to ha e done so, let me enfold thee#nd hold thee to my heart."AN$UOThere if I grow,The har est is your own.DUNCAN

My plenteous 1oys,Wanton in fulness, see to hide themsel esIn drops of sorrow. (ons, insmen, thanes,#nd you whose places are the nearest, nowWe will establish our estate uponur eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter The "rince of 2umberland* which honour must

0ot unaccompanied in est him only,3ut signs of nobleness, li e stars, shall shinen all deser ers. $rom hence to In erness,

#nd bind us further to you.MAC"ET#The rest is labour, which is not used for you%I'll be myself the harbinger and ma e 1oyfulThe hearing of my wife with your approach*(o humbly ta e my lea e.DUNCAN



My worthy 2awdor!MAC"ET#8#side9 The "rince of 2umberland! that is a stepn which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,$or in my way it lies. (tars, hide your fires*/et not light see my blac and deep desires%The eye win at the hand* yet let that be,Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

Exit

DUNCANTrue, worthy 3an-uo* he is full so aliant,#nd in his commendations I am fed*It is a ban-uet to me. /et's after him,Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome%It is a peerless insman.

*l)urish. Exeunt

SCENE &. In'erness. Mac(eth)s castle.

Enter LAD+ MACBET%, reading a letter

LAD* MAC"ET#'They met me in the day of success% and I ha elearned by the perfectest report, they ha e more inthem than mortal nowledge. When I burned in desireto -uestion them further, they made themsel es air,into which they anished. Whiles I stood rapt inthe wonder of it, came missi es from the ing, whoall+hailed me 'Thane of 2awdor*' by which title,

before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referredme to the coming on of time, with '&ail, ing thatshalt be!' This ha e I thought good to deli er

thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thoumightst not lose the dues of re1oicing, by beingignorant of what greatness is promised thee. /ay itto thy heart, and farewell.'Glamis thou art, and 2awdor* and shalt beWhat thou art promised% yet do I fear thy nature*It is too full o' the mil of human indness



To catch the nearest way% thou wouldst be great*#rt not without ambition, but withoutThe illness should attend it% what thou wouldst highly,That wouldst thou holily* wouldst not play false,#nd yet wouldst wrongly win% thou'ldst ha e, great Glamis,That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou ha e it*#nd that which rather thou dost fear to doThan wishest should be undone.' &ie thee hither,That I may pour my spirits in thine ear*#nd chastise with the alour of my tongue#ll that impedes thee from the golden round,Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seemTo ha e thee crown'd withal.

Enter a Messenger

What is your tidings?MessengerThe ing comes here to+night.LAD* MAC"ET#Thou'rt mad to say it%Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,Would ha e inform'd for preparation.Messenger(o please you, it is true% our thane is coming%ne of my fellows had the speed of him,Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely moreThan would ma e up his message.LAD* MAC"ET#Gi e him tending*&e brings great news.

Exit Messenger

The ra en himself is hoarseThat croa s the fatal entrance of )uncanUnder my battlements. 2ome, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts, unse me here,#nd fill me from the crown to the toe top+fullf direst cruelty! ma e thic my blood*(top up the access and passage to remorse,That no compunctious isitings of nature



(ha e my fell purpose, nor eep peace betweenThe effect and it! 2ome to my woman's breasts,#nd ta e my mil for gall, you murdering ministers,Where er in your sightless substances4ou wait on nature's mischief! 2ome, thic night,#nd pall thee in the dunnest smo e of hell,That my een nife see not the wound it ma es,

0or hea en peep through the blan et of the dar ,To cry '&old, hold!'

Enter MACBET%

Great Glamis! worthy 2awdor!Greater than both, by the all+hail hereafter!Thy letters ha e transported me beyondThis ignorant present, and I feel nowThe future in the instant.MAC"ET#My dearest lo e,)uncan comes here to+night.LAD* MAC"ET##nd when goes hence?MAC"ET#To+morrow, as he purposes.LAD* MAC"ET#, ne er (hall sun that morrow see!4our face, my thane, is as a boo where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,/oo li e the time* bear welcome in your eye,4our hand, your tongue% loo li e the innocent flower,3ut be the serpent under't. &e that's comingMust be pro ided for% and you shall putThis night's great business into my dispatch*

Which shall to all our nights and days to comeGi e solely so ereign sway and masterdom.MAC"ET#We will spea further.LAD* MAC"ET#nly loo up clear*To alter fa our e er is to fear%/ea e all the rest to me.



Exeunt

SCENE &I. "e+ore Mac(eth)s castle.

%aut") s and t)rches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBA N, BAN&UO, LENNO!, MACDU**, $O##, AN(U#, and AttendantsDUNCANThis castle hath a pleasant seat* the air

0imbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses."AN$UOThis guest of summer,The temple+haunting martlet, does appro e,3y his lo ed mansionry, that the hea en's breath

(mells wooingly here% no 1utty, frie;e,3uttress, nor coign of antage, but this bird&ath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle%Where they most breed and haunt, I ha e obser ed,The air is delicate.

Enter LAD+ MACBET%

DUNCAN(ee, see, our honour'd hostess!

The lo e that follows us sometime is our trouble,Which still we than as lo e. &erein I teach you&ow you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,#nd than us for your trouble.LAD* MAC"ET##ll our ser iceIn e ery point twice done and then done doubleWere poor and single business to contend#gainst those honours deep and broad wherewith4our ma1esty loads our house% for those of old,

#nd the late dignities heap'd up to them,We rest your hermits.DUNCANWhere's the thane of 2awdor?We coursed him at the heels, and had a purposeTo be his pur eyor% but he rides well*#nd his great lo e, sharp as his spur, hath holp him



(triding the blast, or hea en's cherubim, horsedUpon the sightless couriers of the air,(hall blow the horrid deed in e ery eye,That tears shall drown the wind. I ha e no spur To pric the sides of my intent, but only:aulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself #nd falls on the other.

Enter LAD+ MACBET%

&ow now! what news?LAD* MAC"ET#&e has almost supp'd% why ha e you left the chamber?MAC"ET#&ath he as 'd for me?LAD* MAC"ET#7now you not he has?MAC"ET#We will proceed no further in this business%&e hath honour'd me of late* and I ha e boughtGolden opinions from all sorts of people,Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,

0ot cast aside so soon.LAD* MAC"ET#Was the hope drun Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?#nd wa es it now, to loo so green and pale#t what it did so freely? $rom this time(uch I account thy lo e. #rt thou afeardTo be the same in thine own act and alour #s thou art in desire? Wouldst thou ha e thatWhich thou esteem'st the ornament of life,#nd li e a coward in thine own esteem,/etting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'

/i e the poor cat i' the adage?MAC"ET#"rithee, peace%I dare do all that may become a man*Who dares do more is none.LAD* MAC"ET#What beast was't, then,That made you brea this enterprise to me?



When you durst do it, then you were a man*#nd, to be more than what you were, you would3e so much more the man. 0or time nor place)id then adhere, and yet you would ma e both%They ha e made themsel es, and that their fitness now)oes unma e you. I ha e gi en suc , and now&ow tender 'tis to lo e the babe that mil s me%I would, while it was smiling in my face,&a e pluc 'd my nipple from his boneless gums,#nd dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you&a e done to this.MAC"ET#If we should fail?LAD* MAC"ET#We fail!3ut screw your courage to the stic ing+place,#nd we'll not fail. When )uncan is asleep++Whereto the rather shall his day's hard 1ourney(oundly in ite him++his two chamberlainsWill I with wine and wassail so con inceThat memory, the warder of the brain,(hall be a fume, and the receipt of reason# limbec only% when in swinish sleepTheir drenched natures lie as in a death,

What cannot you and I perform uponThe unguarded )uncan? what not put upon&is spongy officers, who shall bear the guiltf our great -uell?MAC"ET#3ring forth men+children only*$or thy undaunted mettle should compose

0othing but males. Will it not be recei ed,When we ha e mar 'd with blood those sleepy twof his own chamber and used their ery daggers,

That they ha e done't?LAD* MAC"ET#Who dares recei e it other,#s we shall ma e our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death?MAC"ET#



3eing unprepared,ur will became the ser ant to defect*Which else should free ha e wrought."AN$UO#ll's well.I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters%To you they ha e show'd some truth.MAC"ET#I thin not of them%4et, when we can entreat an hour to ser e,We would spend it in some words upon that business,If you would grant the time."AN$UO#t your ind'st leisure.MAC"ET#If you shall clea e to my consent, when 'tis,It shall ma e honour for you."AN$UO(o I lose noneIn see ing to augment it, but still eepMy bosom franchised and allegiance clear,I shall be counsell'd.MAC"ET#Good repose the while!

"AN$UOThan s, sir% the li e to you!

Exeunt BAN&UO and *LEANCE

MAC"ET#Go bid thy mistress, when my drin is ready,(he stri e upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

Exit #er'ant

Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? 2ome, let me clutch thee.I ha e thee not, and yet I see thee still.#rt thou not, fatal ision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou but# dagger of the mind, a false creation,"roceeding from the heat+oppressed brain?



)o moc their charge with snores% I ha e drugg'dtheir possets,That death and nature do contend about them,Whether they li e or die.MAC"ET#8Within9 Who's there? what, ho!LAD* MAC"ET##lac , I am afraid they ha e awa ed,#nd 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed2onfounds us. &ar ! I laid their daggers ready*&e could not miss 'em. &ad he not resembledMy father as he slept, I had done't.

Enter MACBET%

My husband!MAC"ET#I ha e done the deed. )idst thou not hear a noise?LAD* MAC"ET#I heard the owl scream and the cric ets cry.)id not you spea ?MAC"ET#When?LAD* MAC"ET#

0ow.MAC"ET##s I descended?LAD* MAC"ET##y.MAC"ET#&ar !Who lies i' the second chamber?LAD* MAC"ET#)onalbain.

MAC"ET#This is a sorry sight.

L))/ing )n his hands

LAD* MAC"ET## foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.MAC"ET#



They must lie there% go carry them* and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.MAC"ET#I'll go no more%I am afraid to thin what I ha e done*/oo on't again I dare not.LAD* MAC"ET#Infirm of purpose!Gi e me the daggers% the sleeping and the dead#re but as pictures% 'tis the eye of childhoodThat fears a painted de il. If he do bleed,I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal*$or it must seem their guilt.

Exit. 0n)c/ing within

MAC"ET#Whence is that noc ing?&ow is't with me, when e ery noise appals me?What hands are here? ha! they pluc out mine eyes.Will all great 0eptune's ocean wash this blood2lean from my hand? 0o, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,Ma ing the green one red.

$e1enter LAD+ MACBET%

LAD* MAC"ET#My hands are of your colour* but I shameTo wear a heart so white.

0n)c/ing within

I hear a noc ing#t the south entry% retire we to our chamber*# little water clears us of this deed%&ow easy is it, then! 4our constancy&ath left you unattended.

0n)c/ing within



&ar ! more noc ing.Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,#nd show us to be watchers. 3e not lost(o poorly in your thoughts.MAC"ET#To now my deed, 'twere best not now myself.

0n)c/ing within

Wa e )uncan with thy noc ing! I would thou couldst!

Exeunt

SCENE III. The same.

0n)c/ing within. Enter a 2)rter -orter&ere's a noc ing indeed! If aman were porter of hell+gate, he should ha eold turning the ey.

0n)c/ing within

7noc ,noc , noc ! Who's there, i' the name of 3eel;ebub? &ere's a farmer, that hangedhimself on the e pectation of plenty% come intime* ha e nap ins enow about you* hereyou'll sweat for't.

0n)c/ing within

7noc ,noc ! Who's there, in the other de il'sname? $aith, here's an e-ui ocator, that couldswear in both the scales against either scale*who committed treason enough for God's sa e,yet could not e-ui ocate to hea en% , comein, e-ui ocator.

0n)c/ing within



7noc ,noc , noc ! Who's there? $aith, here's an5nglish tailor come hither, for stealing out of a $rench hose% come in, tailor* here you mayroast your goose.

0n)c/ing within

7noc ,noc * ne er at -uiet! What are you? 3utthis place is too cold for hell. I'll de il+porter it no further% I had thought to ha e let insome of all professions that go the primroseway to the e erlasting bonfire.

0n)c/ing within

#non, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

O-ens the gate

Enter MACDU** and LENNO!

MACDUFFWas it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,

That you do lie so late?-orter'$aith sir, we were carousing till thesecond coc % and drin , sir, is a great

pro o er of three things.MACDUFFWhat three things does drin especially pro o e?-orterMarry, sir, nose+painting, sleep, andurine. /echery, sir, it pro o es, and unpro o es*it pro o es the desire, but it ta esaway the performance% therefore, much drin may be said to be an e-ui ocator with lechery%it ma es him, and it mars him* it setshim on, and it ta es him off* it persuades him,and disheartens him* ma es him stand to, and



not stand to* in conclusion, e-ui ocates himin a sleep, and, gi ing him the lie, lea es him.MACDUFFI belie e drin ga e thee the lie last night.-orterThat it did, sir, i' the ery throat onme% but I re-uited him for his lie* and, Ithin , being too strong for him, though he too up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to casthim.MACDUFFIs thy master stirring?

Enter MACBET%

ur noc ing has awa ed him* here he comes.LENNOGood morrow, noble sir.MAC"ET#Good morrow, both.MACDUFFIs the ing stirring, worthy thane?MAC"ET#

0ot yet.MACDUFF&e did command me to call timely on him%I ha e almost slipp'd the hour.MAC"ET#I'll bring you to him.MACDUFFI now this is a 1oyful trouble to you*3ut yet 'tis one.MAC"ET#The labour we delight in physics pain.

This is the door.MACDUFFI'll ma e so bold to call,$or 'tis my limited ser ice.

Exit

LENNO



Goes the ing hence to+day?MAC"ET#&e does% he did appoint so.LENNOThe night has been unruly% where we lay,ur chimneys were blown down* and, as they say,/amentings heard i' the air* strange screams of death,#nd prophesying with accents terriblef dire combustion and confused e ents

0ew hatch'd to the woeful time% the obscure bird2lamour'd the li elong night% some say, the earthWas fe erous and did sha e.MAC"ET#'Twas a rough night.LENNOMy young remembrance cannot parallel# fellow to it.

$e1enter MACDU**

MACDUFF horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart2annot concei e nor name thee!MAC"ET# LENNOWhat's the matter.MACDUFF2onfusion now hath made his masterpiece!Most sacrilegious murder hath bro e opeThe /ord's anointed temple, and stole thenceThe life o' the building!MAC"ET#What is 't you say? the life?LENNOMean you his ma1esty?

MACDUFF#pproach the chamber, and destroy your sightWith a new Gorgon% do not bid me spea *(ee, and then spea yoursel es.

Exeunt MACBET% and LENNO!



#wa e, awa e!6ing the alarum+bell. Murder and treason!3an-uo and )onalbain! Malcolm! awa e!(ha e off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,#nd loo on death itself! up, up, and seeThe great doom's image! Malcolm! 3an-uo!#s from your gra es rise up, and wal li e sprites,To countenance this horror! 6ing the bell.

Bell rings

Enter LAD+ MACBET%

LAD* MAC"ET#What's the business,That such a hideous trumpet calls to parleyThe sleepers of the house? spea , spea !MACDUFF gentle lady,'Tis not for you to hear what I can spea %The repetition, in a woman's ear,Would murder as it fell.

Enter BAN&UO

3an-uo, 3an-uo,ur royal master 's murder'd!LAD* MAC"ET#Woe, alas!What, in our house?"AN$UOToo cruel any where.)ear )uff, I prithee, contradict thyself,#nd say it is not so.

$e1enter MACBET% and LENNO!, with $O##

MAC"ET#&ad I but died an hour before this chance,I had li ed a blessed time* for, from this instant,There 's nothing serious in mortality%#ll is but toys% renown and grace is dead*



The wine of life is drawn, and the mere leesIs left this ault to brag of.

Enter MALCOLM and DONALBA N

DONAL"AINWhat is amiss?MAC"ET#4ou are, and do not now't%The spring, the head, the fountain of your bloodIs stopp'd* the ery source of it is stopp'd.MACDUFF4our royal father 's murder'd.MALCOLM, by whom?LENNOThose of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't%Their hands and faces were an badged with blood*(o were their daggers, which unwiped we foundUpon their pillows%They stared, and were distracted* no man's lifeWas to be trusted with them.MAC"ET#, yet I do repent me of my fury,That I did ill them.MACDUFFWherefore did you so?MAC"ET#Who can be wise, ama;ed, temperate and furious,/oyal and neutral, in a moment? 0o man%The e pedition my iolent lo eutrun the pauser, reason. &ere lay )uncan,&is sil er s in laced with his golden blood*#nd his gash'd stabs loo 'd li e a breach in nature

$or ruin's wasteful entrance% there, the murderers,(teep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggersUnmannerly breech'd with gore% who could refrain,That had a heart to lo e, and in that heart2ourage to ma e 's lo e no wn?LAD* MAC"ET#&elp me hence, ho!MACDUFF



/oo to the lady.MALCOLM8#side to ) 0#/3#I09 Why do we hold our tongues,That most may claim this argument for ours?DONAL"AIN8#side to M#/2 /M9 What should be spo en here,where our fate,&id in an auger+hole, may rush, and sei;e us?/et 's away*ur tears are not yet brew'd.MALCOLM8#side to ) 0#/3#I09 0or our strong sorrowUpon the foot of motion."AN$UO/oo to the lady%

LAD+ MACBET% is carried )ut

#nd when we ha e our na ed frailties hid,That suffer in e posure, let us meet,#nd -uestion this most bloody piece of wor ,To now it further. $ears and scruples sha e us%In the great hand of God I stand* and thence#gainst the undi ulged pretence I fightf treasonous malice.MACDUFF#nd so do I.ALL(o all.MAC"ET#/et's briefly put on manly readiness,#nd meet i' the hall together.ALLWell contented.

Exeunt all "ut Malc)lm and D)nal"ain.

MALCOLMWhat will you do? /et's not consort with them%To show an unfelt sorrow is an officeWhich the false man does easy. I'll to 5ngland.DONAL"AIN



To Ireland, I* our separated fortune(hall eep us both the safer% where we are,There's daggers in men's smiles% the near in blood,The nearer bloody.MALCOLMThis murderous shaft that's shot&ath not yet lighted, and our safest wayIs to a oid the aim. Therefore, to horse*#nd let us not be dainty of lea e+ta ing,3ut shift away% there's warrant in that theftWhich steals itself, when there's no mercy left.

Exeunt

SCENE I&. O,tside Mac(eth)s castle.

Enter $O## and an )ld Man

Old ManThreescore and ten I can remember well%Within the olume of which time I ha e seen&ours dreadful and things strange* but this sore night&ath trifled former nowings.!OSS#h, good father,

Thou seest, the hea ens, as troubled with man's act,Threaten his bloody stage% by the cloc , 'tis day,#nd yet dar night strangles the tra elling lamp%Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,That dar ness does the face of earth entomb,When li ing light should iss it?Old Man'Tis unnatural,5 en li e the deed that's done. n Tuesday last,# falcon, towering in her pride of place,

Was by a mousing owl haw 'd at and ill'd.!OSS#nd )uncan's horses++a thing most strange and certain++3eauteous and swift, the minions of their race,Turn'd wild in nature, bro e their stalls, flung out,2ontending 'gainst obedience, as they would ma eWar with man ind.



Old Man'Tis said they eat each other.!OSSThey did so, to the ama;ement of mine eyesThat loo 'd upon't. &ere comes the good Macduff.

Enter MACDU**

&ow goes the world, sir, now?MACDUFFWhy, see you not?!OSSIs't nown who did this more than bloody deed?MACDUFFThose that Macbeth hath slain.!OSS#las, the day!What good could they pretend?MACDUFFThey were suborn'd%Malcolm and )onalbain, the ing's two sons,#re stol'n away and fled* which puts upon them(uspicion of the deed.!OSS'Gainst nature still!Thriftless ambition, that wilt ra in upThine own life's means! Then 'tis most li eThe so ereignty will fall upon Macbeth.MACDUFF&e is already named, and gone to (coneTo be in ested.!OSSWhere is )uncan's body?MACDUFF

2arried to 2olme ill,The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,#nd guardian of their bones.!OSSWill you to (cone?MACDUFF

0o, cousin, I'll to $ife.!OSS



Well, I will thither.MACDUFFWell, may you see things well done there% adieu!/est our old robes sit easier than our new!!OSS$arewell, father.Old ManGod's benison go with you* and with thoseThat would ma e good of bad, and friends of foes!

Exeunt

ACT III

SCENE I. Forres. The palace.

Enter BAN&UO

"AN$UOThou hast it now% ing, 2awdor, Glamis, all,#s the weird women promised, and, I fear,Thou play'dst most foully for't% yet it was saidIt should not stand in thy posterity,3ut that myself should be the root and father f many ings. If there come truth from them++

#s upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine++Why, by the erities on thee made good,May they not be my oracles as well,#nd set me up in hope? 3ut hush! no more.

#ennet s)unded. Enter MACBET%, as /ing, LAD+ MACBET%, as 3ueen, LENNO!, $O##, L)rds, Ladies, and Attendants

MAC"ET#&ere's our chief guest.LAD* MAC"ET#If he had been forgotten,It had been as a gap in our great feast,#nd all+thing unbecoming.MAC"ET#To+night we hold a solemn supper sir,#nd I'll re-uest your presence."AN$UO



/et your highness2ommand upon me* to the which my duties#re with a most indissoluble tie$or e er nit.MAC"ET#6ide you this afternoon?"AN$UO#y, my good lord.MAC"ET#We should ha e else desired your good ad ice,Which still hath been both gra e and prosperous,In this day's council* but we'll ta e to+morrow.Is't far you ride?"AN$UO#s far, my lord, as will fill up the time'Twi t this and supper% go not my horse the better,I must become a borrower of the night$or a dar hour or twain.MAC"ET#$ail not our feast."AN$UOMy lord, I will not.MAC"ET#We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd

In 5ngland and in Ireland, not confessingTheir cruel parricide, filling their hearersWith strange in ention% but of that to+morrow,When therewithal we shall ha e cause of state2ra ing us 1ointly. &ie you to horse% adieu,Till you return at night. Goes $leance with you?"AN$UO#y, my good lord% our time does call upon 's.MAC"ET#I wish your horses swift and sure of foot*

#nd so I do commend you to their bac s. $arewell.

Exit BAN&UO

/et e ery man be master of his timeTill se en at night% to ma e societyThe sweeter welcome, we will eep ourself Till supper+time alone% while then, God be with you!



Exeunt all "ut MACBET%, and an attendant

(irrah, a word with you% attend those menur pleasure?ATTENDANTThey are, my lord, without the palace gate.MAC"ET#3ring them before us.

Exit Attendant

To be thus is nothing*3ut to be safely thus.++ ur fears in 3an-uo(tic deep* and in his royalty of nature6eigns that which would be fear'd% 'tis much he dares*#nd, to that dauntless temper of his mind,&e hath a wisdom that doth guide his alour To act in safety. There is none but heWhose being I do fear% and, under him,My Genius is rebu ed* as, it is said,Mar #ntony's was by 2aesar. &e chid the sistersWhen first they put the name of ing upon me,#nd bade them spea to him% then prophet+li eThey hail'd him father to a line of ings%Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,#nd put a barren sceptre in my gripe,Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,

0o son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,$or 3an-uo's issue ha e I filed my mind*$or them the gracious )uncan ha e I murder'd*"ut rancours in the essel of my peacenly for them* and mine eternal 1ewelGi en to the common enemy of man,To ma e them ings, the seed of 3an-uo ings!6ather than so, come fate into the list.#nd champion me to the utterance! Who's there!

$e1enter Attendant, with tw) Murderers

0ow go to the door, and stay there till we call.

Exit Attendant



Was it not yesterday we spo e together?First M,rdererIt was, so please your highness.MAC"ET#Well then, now&a e you consider'd of my speeches? 7nowThat it was he in the times past which held you(o under fortune, which you thought had beenur innocent self% this I made good to youIn our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,&ow you were borne in hand, how cross'd,the instruments,Who wrought with them, and all things else that mightTo half a soul and to a notion cra;ed(ay 'Thus did 3an-uo.'First M,rderer4ou made it nown to us.MAC"ET#I did so, and went further, which is nowur point of second meeting. )o you find4our patience so predominant in your natureThat you can let this go? #re you so gospell'dTo pray for this good man and for his issue,Whose hea y hand hath bow'd you to the gra e

#nd beggar'd yours for e er?First M,rdererWe are men, my liege.MAC"ET##y, in the catalogue ye go for men*#s hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,(houghs, water+rugs and demi+wol es, are clept#ll by the name of dogs% the alued file)istinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,The house eeper, the hunter, e ery one

#ccording to the gift which bounteous nature&ath in him closed* whereby he does recei e"articular addition. from the billThat writes them all ali e% and so of men.

0ow, if you ha e a station in the file, 0ot i' the worst ran of manhood, say 't*#nd I will put that business in your bosoms,



Whose e ecution ta es your enemy off,Grapples you to the heart and lo e of us,Who wear our health but sic ly in his life,Which in his death were perfect.Second M,rdererI am one, my liege,Whom the ile blows and buffets of the world&a e so incensed that I am rec less whatI do to spite the world.First M,rderer#nd I another (o weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,That I would set my lie on any chance,To mend it, or be rid on't.MAC"ET#3oth of you7now 3an-uo was your enemy."oth M,rderersTrue, my lord.MAC"ET#(o is he mine* and in such bloody distance,That e ery minute of his being thrusts#gainst my near'st of life% and though I couldWith barefaced power sweep him from my sight

#nd bid my will a ouch it, yet I must not,$or certain friends that are both his and mine,Whose lo es I may not drop, but wail his fallWho I myself struc down* and thence it is,That I to your assistance do ma e lo e,Mas ing the business from the common eye$or sundry weighty reasons.Second M,rdererWe shall, my lord,"erform what you command us.

First M,rdererThough our li es++MAC"ET#4our spirits shine through you. Within this hour at mostI will ad ise you where to plant yoursel es*#c-uaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,The moment on't* for't must be done to+night,



#nd something from the palace* always thoughtThat I re-uire a clearness% and with him++To lea e no rubs nor botches in the wor ++$leance his son, that eeps him company,Whose absence is no less material to meThan is his father's, must embrace the fatef that dar hour. 6esol e yoursel es apart%I'll come to you anon."oth M,rderersWe are resol ed, my lord.MAC"ET#I'll call upon you straight% abide within.

Exeunt Murderers

It is concluded. 3an-uo, thy soul's flight,If it find hea en, must find it out to+night.

Exit

SCENE II. The palace.

Enter LAD+ MACBET% and a #er'ant

LAD* MAC"ET#Is 3an-uo gone from court?Ser'ant#y, madam, but returns again to+night.LAD* MAC"ET#(ay to the ing, I would attend his leisure$or a few words.Ser'antMadam, I will.

Exit

LAD* MAC"ET# 0ought's had, all's spent,Where our desire is got without content%'Tis safer to be that which we destroyThan by destruction dwell in doubtful 1oy.

Enter MACBET%



&ow now, my lord! why do you eep alone,f sorriest fancies your companions ma ing,Using those thoughts which should indeed ha e diedWith them they thin on? Things without all remedy(hould be without regard% what's done is done.MAC"ET#We ha e scotch'd the sna e, not ill'd it%(he'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice6emains in danger of her former tooth.3ut let the frame of things dis1oint, both theworlds suffer,5re we will eat our meal in fear and sleepIn the affliction of these terrible dreamsThat sha e us nightly% better be with the dead,Whom we, to gain our peace, ha e sent to peace,Than on the torture of the mind to lieIn restless ecstasy. )uncan is in his gra e*#fter life's fitful fe er he sleeps well*Treason has done his worst% nor steel, nor poison,Malice domestic, foreign le y, nothing,2an touch him further.LAD* MAC"ET#2ome on*Gentle my lord, slee o'er your rugged loo s*

3e bright and 1o ial among your guests to+night.MAC"ET#(o shall I, lo e* and so, I pray, be you%/et your remembrance apply to 3an-uo*"resent him eminence, both with eye and tongue%Unsafe the while, that weMust la e our honours in these flattering streams,#nd ma e our faces i;ards to our hearts,)isguising what they are.LAD* MAC"ET#

4ou must lea e this.MAC"ET#, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!Thou now'st that 3an-uo, and his $leance, li es.LAD* MAC"ET#3ut in them nature's copy's not eterne.MAC"ET#



There's comfort yet* they are assailable*Then be thou 1ocund% ere the bat hath flown&is cloister'd flight, ere to blac &ecate's summonsThe shard+borne beetle with his drowsy hums&ath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done# deed of dreadful note.LAD* MAC"ET#What's to be done?MAC"ET#3e innocent of the nowledge, dearest chuc ,Till thou applaud the deed. 2ome, seeling night,(carf up the tender eye of pitiful day*#nd with thy bloody and in isible hand2ancel and tear to pieces that great bondWhich eeps me pale! /ight thic ens* and the crowMa es wing to the roo y wood%Good things of day begin to droop and drowse*While night's blac agents to their preys do rouse.Thou mar ell'st at my words% but hold thee still*Things bad begun ma e strong themsel es by ill.(o, prithee, go with me.

Exeunt

SCENE III. A par near the palace.

Enter three Murderers

First M,rderer3ut who did bid thee 1oin with us?Third M,rdererMacbeth.Second M,rderer&e needs not our mistrust, since he deli ersur offices and what we ha e to do

To the direction 1ust.First M,rdererThen stand with us.The west yet glimmers with some strea s of day%

0ow spurs the lated tra eller apaceTo gain the timely inn* and near approachesThe sub1ect of our watch.



Third M,rderer&ar ! I hear horses."AN$UO8Within9 Gi e us a light there, ho!Second M,rdererThen 'tis he% the restThat are within the note of e pectation#lready are i' the court.First M,rderer&is horses go about.Third M,rderer#lmost a mile% but he does usually,(o all men do, from hence to the palace gateMa e it their wal .Second M,rderer# light, a light!

Enter BAN&UO, and *LEANCE with a t)rch

Third M,rderer'Tis he.First M,rderer(tand to't."AN$UOIt will be rain to+night.First M,rderer/et it come down.

The set u-)n BAN&UO

"AN$UO, treachery! $ly, good $leance, fly, fly, fly!Thou mayst re enge. sla e!

Dies. *LEANCE esca-es

Third M,rdererWho did stri e out the light?First M,rdererWast not the way?Third M,rdererThere's but one down* the son is fled.



Second M,rdererWe ha e lost3est half of our affair.First M,rdererWell, let's away, and say how much is done.

Exeunt

SCENE I&. The same. #all in the palace.

A "an3uet -re-ared. Enter MACBET%, LAD+ MACBET%, $O##, LENNO!, L)rds,and Attendants

MAC"ET#4ou now your own degrees* sit down% at first#nd last the hearty welcome.LordsThan s to your ma1esty.MAC"ET#urself will mingle with society,#nd play the humble host.ur hostess eeps her state, but in best timeWe will re-uire her welcome.LAD* MAC"ET#"ronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends*

$or my heart spea s they are welcome. *irst Murderer a--ears at the d))r

MAC"ET#(ee, they encounter thee with their hearts' than s.3oth sides are e en% here I'll sit i' the midst%3e large in mirth* anon we'll drin a measureThe table round.

A--r)aching the d))r

There's blood on thy face.First M,rderer'Tis 3an-uo's then.MAC"ET#'Tis better thee without than he within.Is he dispatch'd?



First M,rdererMy lord, his throat is cut* that I did for him.MAC"ET#Thou art the best o' the cut+throats% yet he's goodThat did the li e for $leance% if thou didst it,Thou art the nonpareil.First M,rdererMost royal sir,$leance is 'scaped.MAC"ET#Then comes my fit again% I had else been perfect,Whole as the marble, founded as the roc ,#s broad and general as the casing air%3ut now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound inTo saucy doubts and fears. 3ut 3an-uo's safe?First M,rderer#y, my good lord% safe in a ditch he bides,With twenty trenched gashes on his head*The least a death to nature.MAC"ET#Than s for that%There the grown serpent lies* the worm that's fled&ath nature that in time will enom breed,

0o teeth for the present. Get thee gone% to+morrow

We'll hear, oursel es, again. Exit Murderer

LAD* MAC"ET#My royal lord,4ou do not gi e the cheer% the feast is soldThat is not often ouch'd, while 'tis a+ma ing,'Tis gi en with welcome% to feed were best at home*$rom thence the sauce to meat is ceremony*

Meeting were bare without it.MAC"ET#(weet remembrancer!

0ow, good digestion wait on appetite,#nd health on both!LENNOMay't please your highness sit.



The (%O#T O* BAN&UO enters, and sits in MACBET%4s -lace

MAC"ET#&ere had we now our country's honour roof'd,Were the graced person of our 3an-uo present*Who may I rather challenge for un indnessThan pity for mischance!!OSS&is absence, sir,/ays blame upon his promise. "lease't your highnessTo grace us with your royal company.MAC"ET#The table's full.LENNO&ere is a place reser ed, sir.MAC"ET#Where?LENNO&ere, my good lord. What is't that mo es your highness?MAC"ET#Which of you ha e done this?LordsWhat, my good lord?MAC"ET#Thou canst not say I did it% ne er sha eThy gory loc s at me.!OSSGentlemen, rise% his highness is not well.LAD* MAC"ET#(it, worthy friends% my lord is often thus,#nd hath been from his youth% pray you, eep seat*The fit is momentary* upon a thought&e will again be well% if much you note him,4ou shall offend him and e tend his passion%

$eed, and regard him not. #re you a man?MAC"ET##y, and a bold one, that dare loo on thatWhich might appal the de il.LAD* MAC"ET# proper stuff!This is the ery painting of your fear%



This is the air+drawn dagger which, you said,/ed you to )uncan. , these flaws and starts,Impostors to true fear, would well become# woman's story at a winter's fire,#uthori;ed by her grandam. (hame itself!Why do you ma e such faces? When all's done,4ou loo but on a stool.MAC"ET#"rithee, see there! behold! loo ! lo!how say you?Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, spea too.If charnel+houses and our gra es must sendThose that we bury bac , our monuments(hall be the maws of ites.

(%O#T O* BAN&UO 'anishes

LAD* MAC"ET#What, -uite unmann'd in folly?MAC"ET#If I stand here, I saw him.LAD* MAC"ET#$ie, for shame!MAC"ET#3lood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,5re human statute purged the gentle weal*#y, and since too, murders ha e been perform'dToo terrible for the ear% the times ha e been,That, when the brains were out, the man would die,#nd there an end* but now they rise again,With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,#nd push us from our stools% this is more strangeThan such a murder is.LAD* MAC"ET#

My worthy lord,4our noble friends do lac you.MAC"ET#I do forget.)o not muse at me, my most worthy friends,I ha e a strange infirmity, which is nothingTo those that now me. 2ome, lo e and health to all*Then I'll sit down. Gi e me some wine* fill full.



I drin to the general 1oy o' the whole table,#nd to our dear friend 3an-uo, whom we miss*Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,#nd all to all.Lordsur duties, and the pledge.

$e1enter (%O#T O* BAN&UO

MAC"ET## aunt! and -uit my sight! let the earth hide thee!Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold*Thou hast no speculation in those eyesWhich thou dost glare with!LAD* MAC"ET#Thin of this, good peers,3ut as a thing of custom% 'tis no other*nly it spoils the pleasure of the time.MAC"ET#What man dare, I dare%#pproach thou li e the rugged 6ussian bear,The arm'd rhinoceros, or the &yrcan tiger*Ta e any shape but that, and my firm ner es(hall ne er tremble% or be ali e again,#nd dare me to the desert with thy sword*If trembling I inhabit then, protest meThe baby of a girl. &ence, horrible shadow!Unreal moc ery, hence!

(%O#T O* BAN&UO 'anishes

Why, so% being gone,I am a man again. "ray you, sit still.LAD* MAC"ET#4ou ha e displaced the mirth, bro e the good meeting,With most admired disorder.MAC"ET#2an such things be,#nd o ercome us li e a summer's cloud,Without our special wonder? 4ou ma e me strange5 en to the disposition that I owe,When now I thin you can behold such sights,



#nd eep the natural ruby of your chee s,When mine is blanched with fear.!OSSWhat sights, my lord?LAD* MAC"ET#I pray you, spea not* he grows worse and worse*<uestion enrages him. #t once, good night%(tand not upon the order of your going,3ut go at once.LENNOGood night* and better health#ttend his ma1esty!LAD* MAC"ET## ind good night to all!

Exeunt all "ut MACBET% and LAD+ MACBET%

MAC"ET#It will ha e blood* they say, blood will ha e blood%(tones ha e been nown to mo e and trees to spea *#ugurs and understood relations ha e3y magot+pies and choughs and roo s brought forthThe secret'st man of blood. What is the night?LAD* MAC"ET##lmost at odds with morning, which is which.MAC"ET#&ow say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person#t our great bidding?LAD* MAC"ET#)id you send to him, sir?MAC"ET#I hear it by the way* but I will send%There's not a one of them but in his houseI eep a ser ant fee'd. I will to+morrow,

#nd betimes I will, to the weird sisters%More shall they spea * for now I am bent to now,3y the worst means, the worst. $or mine own good,#ll causes shall gi e way% I am in blood(tepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,6eturning were as tedious as go o'er%(trange things I ha e in head, that will to hand*Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.



LAD* MAC"ET#4ou lac the season of all natures, sleep.MAC"ET#2ome, we'll to sleep. My strange and self+abuseIs the initiate fear that wants hard use%We are yet but young in deed.

Exeunt

SCENE &. A #eath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting %ECATE

First WitchWhy, how now, &ecate! you loo angerly.#ECATE&a e I not reason, beldams as you are,(aucy and o erbold? &ow did you dareTo trade and traffic with MacbethIn riddles and affairs of death*#nd I, the mistress of your charms,The close contri er of all harms,Was ne er call'd to bear my part,r show the glory of our art?#nd, which is worse, all you ha e done

&ath been but for a wayward son,(piteful and wrathful, who, as others do,/o es for his own ends, not for you.3ut ma e amends now% get you gone,#nd at the pit of #cheronMeet me i' the morning% thither heWill come to now his destiny%4our essels and your spells pro ide,4our charms and e ery thing beside.I am for the air* this night I'll spend

Unto a dismal and a fatal end%Great business must be wrought ere noon%Upon the corner of the moonThere hangs a aporous drop profound*I'll catch it ere it come to ground%#nd that distill'd by magic sleights(hall raise such artificial sprites



#s by the strength of their illusion(hall draw him on to his confusion%&e shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear &e hopes 'bo e wisdom, grace and fear%#nd you all now, securityIs mortals' chiefest enemy.

Music and a s)ng within5 4C)me awa , c)me awa ,4 6 c

&ar ! I am call'd* my little spirit, see,(its in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

Exit

First Witch

2ome, let's ma e haste* she'll soon be bac again.

Exeunt

SCENE &I. Forres. The palace.

Enter LENNO! and an)ther L)rd

LENNOMy former speeches ha e but hit your thoughts,Which can interpret further% only, I say,Things ha e been strangely borne. Thegracious )uncanWas pitied of Macbeth% marry, he was dead%#nd the right+ aliant 3an-uo wal 'd too late*Whom, you may say, if't please you, $leance ill'd,$or $leance fled% men must not wal too late.Who cannot want the thought how monstrousIt was for Malcolm and for )onalbainTo ill their gracious father? damned fact!&ow it did grie e Macbeth! did he not straightIn pious rage the two delin-uents tear,That were the sla es of drin and thralls of sleep?Was not that nobly done? #y, and wisely too*$or 'twould ha e anger'd any heart ali eTo hear the men deny't. (o that, I say,&e has borne all things well% and I do thin That had he )uncan's sons under his ey++



#s, an't please hea en, he shall not++theyshould findWhat 'twere to ill a father* so should $leance.3ut, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd&is presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Macduff li es in disgrace% sir, can you tellWhere he bestows himself?LordThe son of )uncan,$rom whom this tyrant holds the due of birth/i es in the 5nglish court, and is recei edf the most pious 5dward with such graceThat the male olence of fortune nothingTa es from his high respect% thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy ing, upon his aidTo wa e 0orthumberland and warli e (iward%That, by the help of these++with &im abo eTo ratify the wor ++we may againGi e to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,$ree from our feasts and ban-uets bloody ni es,)o faithful homage and recei e free honours%#ll which we pine for now% and this report&ath so e asperate the ing that he"repares for some attempt of war.

LENNO(ent he to Macduff?Lord&e did% and with an absolute '(ir, not I,'The cloudy messenger turns me his bac ,#nd hums, as who should say '4ou'll rue the timeThat clogs me with this answer.'LENNO#nd that well might#d ise him to a caution, to hold what distance

&is wisdom can pro ide. (ome holy angel$ly to the court of 5ngland and unfold&is message ere he come, that a swift blessingMay soon return to this our suffering countryUnder a hand accursed!LordI'll send my prayers with him.



Exeunt

ACT I&

SCENE I. A ca'ern. In the middle/ a (oiling ca,ldron.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First WitchThrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.Second WitchThrice and once the hedge+pig whined.Third Witch&arpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.First Witch6ound about the cauldron go*In the poison'd entrails throw.Toad, that under cold stone)ays and nights has thirty+one(welter'd enom sleeping got,3oil thou first i' the charmed pot.ALL)ouble, double toil and trouble*$ire burn, and cauldron bubble.Second Witch

$illet of a fenny sna e,In the cauldron boil and ba e*5ye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and tongue of dog,#dder's for and blind+worm's sting,/i;ard's leg and owlet's wing,$or a charm of powerful trouble,/i e a hell+broth boil and bubble.ALL)ouble, double toil and trouble*

$ire burn and cauldron bubble.Third Witch(cale of dragon, tooth of wolf,Witches' mummy, maw and gulf f the ra in'd salt+sea shar ,6oot of hemloc digg'd i' the dar ,/i er of blaspheming =ew,



Gall of goat, and slips of yew(il er'd in the moon's eclipse,

0ose of Tur and Tartar's lips,$inger of birth+strangled babe)itch+deli er'd by a drab,Ma e the gruel thic and slab%#dd thereto a tiger's chaudron,$or the ingredients of our cauldron.ALL)ouble, double toil and trouble*$ire burn and cauldron bubble.Second Witch2ool it with a baboon's blood,Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter %ECATE t) the )ther three Witches

#ECATE well done! I commend your pains*#nd e ery one shall share i' the gains*#nd now about the cauldron sing,/i e el es and fairies in a ring,5nchanting all that you put in.

Music and a s)ng5 4Blac/ s-irits,4 6 c

%ECATE retires

Second Witch3y the pric ing of my thumbs,(omething wic ed this way comes.pen, loc s,Whoe er noc s!

Enter MACBET%

MAC"ET#&ow now, you secret, blac , and midnight hags!What is't you do?ALL# deed without a name.MAC"ET#



I con1ure you, by that which you profess,&owe'er you come to now it, answer me%Though you untie the winds and let them fight#gainst the churches* though the yesty wa es2onfound and swallow na igation up*Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down*Though castles topple on their warders' heads*Though palaces and pyramids do slopeTheir heads to their foundations* though the treasuref nature's germens tumble all together,5 en till destruction sic en* answer meTo what I as you.First Witch(pea .Second Witch)emand.Third WitchWe'll answer.First Witch(ay, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,r from our masters?MAC"ET#2all 'em* let me see 'em.First Witch

"our in sow's blood, that hath eaten&er nine farrow* grease that's sweaten$rom the murderer's gibbet throwInto the flame.ALL2ome, high or low*Thyself and office deftly show!

Thunder. *irst A--ariti)n5 an armed %ead

MAC"ET#Tell me, thou un nown power,++First Witch&e nows thy thought%&ear his speech, but say thou nought.First ApparitionMacbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff*3eware the thane of $ife. )ismiss me. 5nough.



Descends

MAC"ET#Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, than s*Thou hast harp'd my fear aright% but oneword more,++First Witch&e will not be commanded% here's another,More potent than the first.

Thunder. #ec)nd A--ariti)n5 A "l))d Child

Second ApparitionMacbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!MAC"ET#&ad I three ears, I'ld hear thee.Second Apparition3e bloody, bold, and resolute* laugh to scornThe power of man, for none of woman born(hall harm Macbeth.

Descends

MAC"ET#Then li e, Macduff% what need I fear of thee?3ut yet I'll ma e assurance double sure,#nd ta e a bond of fate% thou shalt not li e*That I may tell pale+hearted fear it lies,#nd sleep in spite of thunder.

Thunder. Third A--ariti)n5 a Child cr)wned, with a tree in his hand

What is thisThat rises li e the issue of a ing,#nd wears upon his baby+brow the round#nd top of so ereignty?ALL/isten, but spea not to't.Third Apparition3e lion+mettled, proud* and ta e no careWho chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are%Macbeth shall ne er an-uish'd be until



Great 3irnam wood to high )unsinane hill(hall come against him.

Descends

MAC"ET#That will ne er beWho can impress the forest, bid the treeUnfi his earth+bound root? (weet bodements! good!6ebellion's head, rise ne er till the woodf 3irnam rise, and our high+placed Macbeth(hall li e the lease of nature, pay his breathTo time and mortal custom. 4et my heartThrobs to now one thing% tell me, if your art2an tell so much% shall 3an-uo's issue e er 6eign in this ingdom?ALL(ee to now no more.MAC"ET#I will be satisfied% deny me this,#nd an eternal curse fall on you! /et me now.Why sin s that cauldron? and what noise is this?

%aut") s

First Witch(how!Second Witch(how!Third Witch(how!ALL(how his eyes, and grie e his heart*2ome li e shadows, so depart!

A sh)w ) Eight 0ings, the last with a glass in his hand7 (%O#T O* BAN&UO )ll)wing

MAC"ET#Thou art too li e the spirit of 3an-uo% down!Thy crown does sear mine eye+balls. #nd thy hair,Thou other gold+bound brow, is li e the first.



# third is li e the former. $ilthy hags!Why do you show me this? # fourth! (tart, eyes!What, will the line stretch out to the crac of doom?#nother yet! # se enth! I'll see no more%#nd yet the eighth appears, who bears a glassWhich shows me many more* and some I seeThat two+fold balls and treble scepters carry%&orrible sight! 0ow, I see, 'tis true*$or the blood+bolter'd 3an-uo smiles upon me,#nd points at them for his.

A--ariti)ns 'anish

What, is this so?First Witch#y, sir, all this is so% but why(tands Macbeth thus ama;edly?2ome, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,#nd show the best of our delights%I'll charm the air to gi e a sound,While you perform your antic round%That this great ing may indly say,ur duties did his welcome pay.

Music. The witches dance and then 'anish, with %ECATE

MAC"ET#Where are they? Gone? /et this pernicious hour (tand aye accursed in the calendar!2ome in, without there!

Enter LENNO!

LENNOWhat's your grace's will?MAC"ET#(aw you the weird sisters?LENNO

0o, my lord.MAC"ET#2ame they not by you?LENNO



0o, indeed, my lord.MAC"ET#Infected be the air whereon they ride*#nd damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear The galloping of horse% who was't came by?LENNO'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you wordMacduff is fled to 5ngland.MAC"ET#$led to 5ngland!LENNO#y, my good lord.MAC"ET#Time, thou anticipatest my dread e ploits%The flighty purpose ne er is o'ertoo Unless the deed go with it* from this momentThe ery firstlings of my heart shall beThe firstlings of my hand. #nd e en now,To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done%The castle of Macduff I will surprise*(ei;e upon $ife* gi e to the edge o' the sword&is wife, his babes, and all unfortunate soulsThat trace him in his line. 0o boasting li e a fool*This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.

3ut no more sights!++Where are these gentlemen?2ome, bring me where they are.

Exeunt

SCENE II. Fi+e. Macd,++)s castle.

Enter LAD+ MACDU**, her #)n, and $O##

LAD* MACDUFFWhat had he done, to ma e him fly the land?

!OSS4ou must ha e patience, madam.LAD* MACDUFF&e had none%&is flight was madness% when our actions do not,ur fears do ma e us traitors.!OSS



4ou now notWhether it was his wisdom or his fear.LAD* MACDUFFWisdom! to lea e his wife, to lea e his babes,&is mansion and his titles in a place$rom whence himself does fly? &e lo es us not*&e wants the natural touch% for the poor wren,The most diminuti e of birds, will fight,&er young ones in her nest, against the owl.#ll is the fear and nothing is the lo e*#s little is the wisdom, where the flight(o runs against all reason.!OSSMy dearest co;,I pray you, school yourself% but for your husband,&e is noble, wise, 1udicious, and best nowsThe fits o' the season. I dare not spea much further*3ut cruel are the times, when we are traitors#nd do not now oursel es, when we hold rumour $rom what we fear, yet now not what we fear,3ut float upon a wild and iolent sea5ach way and mo e. I ta e my lea e of you%(hall not be long but I'll be here again%

Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upwardTo what they were before. My pretty cousin,3lessing upon you!LAD* MACDUFF$ather'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.!OSSI am so much a fool, should I stay longer,It would be my disgrace and your discomfort%I ta e my lea e at once.

Exit LAD* MACDUFF(irrah, your father's dead*#nd what will you do now? &ow will you li e?Son#s birds do, mother.LAD* MACDUFF



What, with worms and flies?SonWith what I get, I mean* and so do they.LAD* MACDUFF"oor bird! thou'ldst ne er fear the net nor lime,The pitfall nor the gin.SonWhy should I, mother? "oor birds they are not set for.My father is not dead, for all your saying.LAD* MACDUFF4es, he is dead* how wilt thou do for a father?Son

0ay, how will you do for a husband?LAD* MACDUFFWhy, I can buy me twenty at any mar et.SonThen you'll buy 'em to sell again.LAD* MACDUFFThou spea 'st with all thy wit% and yet, i' faith,With wit enough for thee.SonWas my father a traitor, mother?LAD* MACDUFF#y, that he was.

SonWhat is a traitor?LAD* MACDUFFWhy, one that swears and lies.Son#nd be all traitors that do so?LAD* MACDUFF5 ery one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.Son#nd must they all be hanged that swear and lie?

LAD* MACDUFF5 ery one.SonWho must hang them?LAD* MACDUFFWhy, the honest men.Son



Then the liars and swearers are fools,for there are liars and swearers enow to beatthe honest men and hang up them.LAD* MACDUFF

0ow, God help thee, poor mon ey!3ut how wilt thou do for a father?SonIf he were dead, you'ld weep for him% if you would not, it were a good signthat I should -uic ly ha e a new father.LAD* MACDUFF"oor prattler, how thou tal 'st!

Enter a Messenger

Messenger3less you, fair dame! I am not to you nown,Though in your state of honour I am perfect.I doubt some danger does approach you nearly%If you will ta e a homely man's ad ice,3e not found here* hence, with your little ones.To fright you thus, methin s, I am too sa age*To do worse to you were fell cruelty,Which is too nigh your person. &ea en preser e you!I dare abide no longer.

Exit

LAD* MACDUFFWhither should I fly?I ha e done no harm. 3ut I remember nowI am in this earthly world* where to do harmIs often laudable, to do good sometime#ccounted dangerous folly% why then, alas,)o I put up that womanly defence,To say I ha e done no harm?

Enter Murderers

What are these faces?First M,rdererWhere is your husband?



LAD* MACDUFFI hope, in no place so unsanctifiedWhere such as thou mayst find him.First M,rderer&e's a traitor.SonThou liest, thou shag+hair'd illain!First M,rdererWhat, you egg!

#ta""ing him

4oung fry of treachery!Son&e has ill'd me, mother%6un away, I pray you!

Dies

Exit LAD+ MACDU**, cr ing 4Murder84 Exeunt Murderers, )ll)wing her

SCENE III. England. "e+ore the 0ing)s palace.

Enter MALCOLM and MACDU**

MALCOLM/et us see out some desolate shade, and thereWeep our sad bosoms empty.MACDUFF/et us rather &old fast the mortal sword, and li e good men3estride our down+fall'n birthdom% each new morn

0ew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows(tri e hea en on the face, that it resounds#s if it felt with (cotland and yell'd out/i e syllable of dolour.MALCOLMWhat I belie e I'll wail,What now belie e, and what I can redress,#s I shall find the time to friend, I will.What you ha e spo e, it may be so perchance.This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest% you ha e lo ed him well.



&e hath not touch'd you yet. I am young* but something4ou may deser e of him through me, and wisdomTo offer up a wea poor innocent lambTo appease an angry god.MACDUFFI am not treacherous.MALCOLM3ut Macbeth is.# good and irtuous nature may recoilIn an imperial charge. 3ut I shall cra eyour pardon*That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose%#ngels are bright still, though the brightest fell*Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,4et grace must still loo so.MACDUFFI ha e lost my hopes.MALCOLM"erchance e en there where I did find my doubts.Why in that rawness left you wife and child,Those precious moti es, those strong nots of lo e,Without lea e+ta ing? I pray you,/et not my 1ealousies be your dishonours,

3ut mine own safeties. 4ou may be rightly 1ust,Whate er I shall thin .MACDUFF3leed, bleed, poor country!Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,$or goodness dare not che-ue thee% wear thouthy wrongs*The title is affeer'd! $are thee well, lord%I would not be the illain that thou thin 'st$or the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,

#nd the rich 5ast to boot.MALCOLM3e not offended%I spea not as in absolute fear of you.I thin our country sin s beneath the yo e*It weeps, it bleeds* and each new day a gashIs added to her wounds% I thin withal



There would be hands uplifted in my right*#nd here from gracious 5ngland ha e I offer f goodly thousands% but, for all this,When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,r wear it on my sword, yet my poor country(hall ha e more ices than it had before,More suffer and more sundry ways than e er,3y him that shall succeed.MACDUFFWhat should he be?MALCOLMIt is myself I mean% in whom I now#ll the particulars of ice so graftedThat, when they shall be open'd, blac MacbethWill seem as pure as snow, and the poor state5steem him as a lamb, being comparedWith my confineless harms.MACDUFF

0ot in the legionsf horrid hell can come a de il more damn'dIn e ils to top Macbeth.MALCOLMI grant him bloody,/u urious, a aricious, false, deceitful,

(udden, malicious, smac ing of e ery sinThat has a name% but there's no bottom, none,In my oluptuousness% your wi es, your daughters,4our matrons and your maids, could not fill upThe cistern of my lust, and my desire#ll continent impediments would o'erbear That did oppose my will% better MacbethThan such an one to reign.MACDUFF3oundless intemperance

In nature is a tyranny* it hath beenThe untimely emptying of the happy throne#nd fall of many ings. 3ut fear not yetTo ta e upon you what is yours% you may2on ey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,#nd yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwin .We ha e willing dames enough% there cannot be



That ulture in you, to de our so many#s will to greatness dedicate themsel es,$inding it so inclined.MALCOLMWith this there growsIn my most ill+composed affection such# stanchless a arice that, were I ing,I should cut off the nobles for their lands,)esire his 1ewels and this other's house%#nd my more+ha ing would be as a sauceTo ma e me hunger more* that I should forge<uarrels un1ust against the good and loyal,)estroying them for wealth.MACDUFFThis a arice(tic s deeper, grows with more pernicious rootThan summer+seeming lust, and it hath beenThe sword of our slain ings% yet do not fear*(cotland hath foisons to fill up your will.f your mere own% all these are portable,With other graces weigh'd.MALCOLM3ut I ha e none% the ing+becoming graces,#s 1ustice, erity, temperance, stableness,

3ounty, perse erance, mercy, lowliness,)e otion, patience, courage, fortitude,I ha e no relish of them, but aboundIn the di ision of each se eral crime,#cting it many ways. 0ay, had I power, I should"our the sweet mil of concord into hell,Uproar the uni ersal peace, confound#ll unity on earth.MACDUFF (cotland, (cotland!

MALCOLMIf such a one be fit to go ern, spea %I am as I ha e spo en.MACDUFF$it to go ern!

0o, not to li e. nation miserable,With an untitled tyrant bloody+scepter'd,



When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,(ince that the truest issue of thy throne3y his own interdiction stands accursed,#nd does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father Was a most sainted ing% the -ueen that bore thee,ftener upon her nees than on her feet,)ied e ery day she li ed. $are thee well!These e ils thou repeat'st upon thyself &a e banish'd me from (cotland. my breast,Thy hope ends here!MALCOLMMacduff, this noble passion,2hild of integrity, hath from my soulWiped the blac scruples, reconciled my thoughtsTo thy good truth and honour. )e ilish Macbeth3y many of these trains hath sought to win meInto his power, and modest wisdom pluc s me$rom o er+credulous haste% but God abo e)eal between thee and me! for e en nowI put myself to thy direction, andUnspea mine own detraction, here ab1ureThe taints and blames I laid upon myself,$or strangers to my nature. I am yetUn nown to woman, ne er was forsworn,

(carcely ha e co eted what was mine own,#t no time bro e my faith, would not betrayThe de il to his fellow and delight

0o less in truth than life% my first false spea ingWas this upon myself% what I am truly,Is thine and my poor country's to command%Whither indeed, before thy here+approach,ld (iward, with ten thousand warli e men,#lready at a point, was setting forth.

0ow we'll together* and the chance of goodness

3e li e our warranted -uarrel! Why are you silent?MACDUFF(uch welcome and unwelcome things at once'Tis hard to reconcile.

Enter a D)ct)r

MALCOLM



(ir, amen.MACDUFF(tands (cotland where it did?!OSS#las, poor country!#lmost afraid to now itself. It cannot3e call'd our mother, but our gra e* where nothing,3ut who nows nothing, is once seen to smile*Where sighs and groans and shrie s that rend the air #re made, not mar 'd* where iolent sorrow seems# modern ecstasy* the dead man's nellIs there scarce as 'd for who* and good men's li es5 pire before the flowers in their caps,)ying or ere they sic en.MACDUFF, relationToo nice, and yet too true!MALCOLMWhat's the newest grief?!OSSThat of an hour's age doth hiss the spea er%5ach minute teems a new one.MACDUFF&ow does my wife?

!OSSWhy, well.MACDUFF#nd all my children?!OSSWell too.MACDUFFThe tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?!OSS

0o* they were well at peace when I did lea e 'em.

MACDUFF3ut not a niggard of your speech% how goes't?!OSSWhen I came hither to transport the tidings,Which I ha e hea ily borne, there ran a rumour f many worthy fellows that were out*Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,



$or that I saw the tyrant's power a+foot% 0ow is the time of help* your eye in (cotlandWould create soldiers, ma e our women fight,To doff their dire distresses.MALCOLM3e't their comfortWe are coming thither% gracious 5ngland hath/ent us good (iward and ten thousand men*#n older and a better soldier noneThat 2hristendom gi es out.!OSSWould I could answer This comfort with the li e! 3ut I ha e wordsThat would be howl'd out in the desert air,Where hearing should not latch them.MACDUFFWhat concern they?The general cause? or is it a fee+grief )ue to some single breast?!OSS

0o mind that's honest3ut in it shares some woe* though the main part"ertains to you alone.MACDUFF

If it be mine,7eep it not from me, -uic ly let me ha e it.!OSS/et not your ears despise my tongue for e er,Which shall possess them with the hea iest soundThat e er yet they heard.MACDUFF&um! I guess at it.!OSS4our castle is surprised* your wife and babes

(a agely slaughter'd% to relate the manner,Were, on the -uarry of these murder'd deer,To add the death of you.MALCOLMMerciful hea en!What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows*



Gi e sorrow words% the grief that does not spea Whispers the o'er+fraught heart and bids it brea .MACDUFFMy children too?!OSSWife, children, ser ants, allThat could be found.MACDUFF#nd I must be from thence!My wife ill'd too?!OSSI ha e said.MALCOLM3e comforted%/et's ma e us medicines of our great re enge,To cure this deadly grief.MACDUFF&e has no children. #ll my pretty ones?)id you say all? hell+ ite! #ll?What, all my pretty chic ens and their dam#t one fell swoop?MALCOLM)ispute it li e a man.MACDUFF

I shall do so*3ut I must also feel it as a man%I cannot but remember such things were,That were most precious to me. )id hea en loo on,#nd would not ta e their part? (inful Macduff,They were all struc for thee! naught that I am,

0ot for their own demerits, but for mine,$ell slaughter on their souls. &ea en rest them now!MALCOLM3e this the whetstone of your sword% let grief

2on ert to anger* blunt not the heart, enrage it.MACDUFF, I could play the woman with mine eyes#nd braggart with my tongue! 3ut, gentle hea ens,2ut short all intermission* front to front3ring thou this fiend of (cotland and myself*



Within my sword's length set him* if he 'scape,&ea en forgi e him too!MALCOLMThis tune goes manly.2ome, go we to the ing* our power is ready*ur lac is nothing but our lea e* MacbethIs ripe for sha ing, and the powers abo e"ut on their instruments. 6ecei e what cheer you may%The night is long that ne er finds the day.

Exeunt

ACT &

SCENE I. D,nsinane. Ante1room in the castle.

Enter a D)ct)r ) 2h sic and a Waiting1(entlew)man

DoctorI ha e two nights watched with you, but can percei eno truth in your report. When was it she last wal ed?%entle2oman(ince his ma1esty went into the field, I ha e seenher rise from her bed, throw her night+gown uponher, unloc her closet, ta e 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# great perturbation in nature, to recei e at oncethe benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her wal ing and other actual performances, what, at anytime, ha e you heard her say?%entle2omanThat, sir, which I will not report after her.

Doctor4ou may to me% and 'tis most meet you should.%entle2oman

0either to you nor any one* ha ing no witness toconfirm my speech.

Enter LAD+ MACBET%, with a ta-er



/o you, here she comes! This is her ery guise*and, upon my life, fast asleep. bser e her* stand close.Doctor&ow came she by that light?%entle2omanWhy, it stood by her% she has light by her continually* 'tis her command.Doctor4ou see, her eyes are open.%entle2oman#y, but their sense is shut.DoctorWhat is it she does now? /oo , how she rubs her hands.%entle2omanIt is an accustomed action with her, to seem thuswashing her hands% I ha e nown her continue inthis a -uarter of an hour.LAD* MAC"ET#4et here's a spot.Doctor&ar ! she spea s% I will set down what comes fromher, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.LAD* MAC"ET#ut, damned spot! out, I say!++ ne% two% why,

then, 'tis time to do't.++&ell is mur y!++$ie, mylord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need wefear who nows it, when none can call our power toaccount?++4et who would ha e thought the old manto ha e had so much blood in him.Doctor)o you mar that?LAD* MAC"ET#The thane of $ife had a wife% where is she now?++What, will these hands ne'er be clean?++0o more o'

that, my lord, no more o' that% you mar all withthis starting.DoctorGo to, go to* you ha e nown what you should not.%entle2oman(he has spo e what she should not, I am sure of that% hea en nows what she has nown.



LAD* MAC"ET#&ere's the smell of the blood still% all the

perfumes of #rabia will not sweeten this littlehand. h, oh, oh!DoctorWhat a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.%entle2omanI would not ha e such a heart in my bosom for thedignity of the whole body.DoctorWell, well, well,++%entle2oman"ray God it be, sir.DoctorThis disease is beyond my practise% yet I ha e nownthose which ha e wal ed in their sleep who ha e diedholily in their beds.LAD* MAC"ET#Wash your hands, put on your nightgown* loo not so

pale.++I tell you yet again, 3an-uo's buried* hecannot come out on's gra e.Doctor5 en so?LAD* MAC"ET#

To bed, to bed! there's noc ing at the gate%come, come, come, come, gi e me your hand. What'sdone cannot be undone.++To bed, to bed, to bed!

Exit

DoctorWill she go now to bed?%entle2oman)irectly.

Doctor$oul whisperings are abroad% unnatural deeds)o breed unnatural troubles% infected mindsTo their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets%More needs she the di ine than the physician.God, God forgi e us all! /oo after her*6emo e from her the means of all annoyance,#nd still eep eyes upon her. (o, good night%



My mind she has mated, and ama;ed my sight.I thin , but dare not spea .%entle2omanGood night, good doctor.

Exeunt

SCENE II. The co,ntr3 near D,nsinane.

Drum and c)l)urs. Enter MENTE T%, CA T%NE##, AN(U#, LENNO!, and #)ldiers

MENTEIT#The 5nglish power is near, led on by Malcolm,&is uncle (iward and the good Macduff%6e enges burn in them* for their dear causesWould to the bleeding and the grim alarm5 cite the mortified man.AN%US

0ear 3irnam wood(hall we well meet them* that way are they coming.CAIT#NESSWho nows if )onalbain be with his brother?LENNO$or certain, sir, he is not% I ha e a filef all the gentry% there is (iward's son,

#nd many unrough youths that e en now"rotest their first of manhood.MENTEIT#What does the tyrant?CAIT#NESSGreat )unsinane he strongly fortifies%(ome say he's mad* others that lesser hate him)o call it aliant fury% but, for certain,&e cannot buc le his distemper'd causeWithin the belt of rule.

AN%US 0ow does he feel&is secret murders stic ing on his hands*

0ow minutely re olts upbraid his faith+breach*Those he commands mo e only in command,

0othing in lo e% now does he feel his title



&ang loose about him, li e a giant's robeUpon a dwarfish thief.MENTEIT#Who then shall blame&is pester'd senses to recoil and start,When all that is within him does condemnItself for being there?CAIT#NESSWell, march we on,To gi e obedience where 'tis truly owed%Meet we the medicine of the sic ly weal,#nd with him pour we in our country's purge5ach drop of us.LENNOr so much as it needs,To dew the so ereign flower and drown the weeds.Ma e we our march towards 3irnam.

Exeunt, marching

SCENE III. D,nsinane. A room in the castle.

Enter MACBET%, D)ct)r, and Attendants

MAC"ET#

3ring me no more reports* let them fly all%Till 3irnam wood remo e to )unsinane,I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?Was he not born of woman? The spirits that now#ll mortal conse-uences ha e pronounced me thus%'$ear not, Macbeth* no man that's born of woman(hall e'er ha e power upon thee.' Then fly,false thanes,#nd mingle with the 5nglish epicures%The mind I sway by and the heart I bear

(hall ne er sag with doubt nor sha e with fear.

Enter a #er'ant

The de il damn thee blac , thou cream+faced loon!Where got'st thou that goose loo ?Ser'ant



There is ten thousand++MAC"ET#Geese, illain!Ser'ant(oldiers, sir.MAC"ET#Go pric thy face, and o er+red thy fear,Thou lily+li er'd boy. What soldiers, patch?)eath of thy soul! those linen chee s of thine#re counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey+face?Ser'antThe 5nglish force, so please you.MAC"ET#Ta e thy face hence.

Exit #er'ant

(eyton!++I am sic at heart,When I behold++(eyton, I say!++This pushWill cheer me e er, or disseat me now.I ha e li ed long enough% my way of lifeIs fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf*#nd that which should accompany old age,#s honour, lo e, obedience, troops of friends,I must not loo to ha e* but, in their stead,2urses, not loud but deep, mouth+honour, breath,Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. (eyton!

Enter #E+TON

SE*TONWhat is your gracious pleasure?MAC"ET#What news more?SE*TON#ll is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.MAC"ET#I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hac 'd.Gi e me my armour.SE*TON'Tis not needed yet.MAC"ET#



I'll put it on.(end out more horses* s irr the country round*&ang those that tal of fear. Gi e me mine armour.&ow does your patient, doctor?Doctor

0ot so sic , my lord,#s she is troubled with thic coming fancies,That eep her from her rest.MAC"ET#2ure her of that.2anst thou not minister to a mind diseased,"luc from the memory a rooted sorrow,6a;e out the written troubles of the brain#nd with some sweet obli ious antidote2leanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?DoctorTherein the patientMust minister to himself.MAC"ET#Throw physic to the dogs* I'll none of it.2ome, put mine armour on* gi e me my staff.(eyton, send out. )octor, the thanes fly from me.2ome, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast

The water of my land, find her disease,#nd purge it to a sound and pristine health,I would applaud thee to the ery echo,That should applaud again.++"ull't off, I say.++What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgati e drug,Would scour these 5nglish hence? &ear'st thou of them?Doctor#y, my good lord* your royal preparationMa es us hear something.MAC"ET#

3ring it after me.I will not be afraid of death and bane,Till 3irnam forest come to )unsinane.Doctor8#side9 Were I from )unsinane away and clear,"rofit again should hardly draw me here.



Exeunt

SCENE I&. Co,ntr3 near "irnam 2ood.

Drum and c)l)urs. Enter MALCOLM, # WA$D and +OUN( # WA$D, MACDU**, MENTE T%, CA T%NE##, AN(U#, LENNO!, $O##, and #)ldiers, marching MALCOLM2ousins, I hope the days are near at handThat chambers will be safe.MENTEIT#We doubt it nothing.SIWA!DWhat wood is this before us?MENTEIT#

The wood of 3irnam.MALCOLM/et e ery soldier hew him down a bough#nd bear't before him% thereby shall we shadowThe numbers of our host and ma e disco ery5rr in report of us.SoldiersIt shall be done.SIWA!DWe learn no other but the confident tyrant

7eeps still in )unsinane, and will endureur setting down before 't.MALCOLM'Tis his main hope%$or where there is ad antage to be gi en,3oth more and less ha e gi en him the re olt,#nd none ser e with him but constrained thingsWhose hearts are absent too.MACDUFF/et our 1ust censures

#ttend the true e ent, and put we onIndustrious soldiership.SIWA!DThe time approachesThat will with due decision ma e us nowWhat we shall say we ha e and what we owe.Thoughts speculati e their unsure hopes relate,



3ut certain issue stro es must arbitrate%Towards which ad ance the war.

Exeunt, marching

SCENE &. D,nsinane. Within the castle.

Enter MACBET%, #E+TON, and #)ldiers, with drum and c)l)urs

MAC"ET#&ang out our banners on the outward walls*The cry is still 'They come%' our castle's strengthWill laugh a siege to scorn% here let them lieTill famine and the ague eat them up%Were they not forced with those that should be ours,We might ha e met them dareful, beard to beard,#nd beat them bac ward home.

A cr ) w)men within

What is that noise?SE*TONIt is the cry of women, my good lord.

Exit

MAC"ET#I ha e almost forgot the taste of fears*The time has been, my senses would ha e cool'dTo hear a night+shrie * and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir #s life were in't% I ha e supp'd full with horrors*)ireness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts2annot once start me.

$e1enter #E+TON

Wherefore was that cry?SE*TONThe -ueen, my lord, is dead.MAC"ET#(he should ha e died hereafter*There would ha e been a time for such a word.



To+morrow, and to+morrow, and to+morrow,2reeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,#nd all our yesterdays ha e lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. ut, out, brief candle!/ife's but a wal ing shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage#nd then is heard no more% it is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,(ignifying nothing.

Enter a Messenger

Thou comest to use thy tongue* thy story -uic ly.MessengerGracious my lord,I should report that which I say I saw,3ut now not how to do it.MAC"ET#Well, say, sir.Messenger#s I did stand my watch upon the hill,I loo 'd toward 3irnam, and anon, methought,The wood began to mo e.MAC"ET#/iar and sla e!Messenger/et me endure your wrath, if't be not so%Within this three mile may you see it coming*I say, a mo ing gro e.MAC"ET#If thou spea 'st false,Upon the ne t tree shalt thou hang ali e,Till famine cling thee% if thy speech be sooth,

I care not if thou dost for me as much.I pull in resolution, and beginTo doubt the e-ui ocation of the fiendThat lies li e truth% '$ear not, till 3irnam wood)o come to )unsinane%' and now a wood2omes toward )unsinane. #rm, arm, and out!If this which he a ouches does appear,There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.



I gin to be aweary of the sun,#nd wish the estate o' the world were now undone.6ing the alarum+bell! 3low, wind! come, wrac !#t least we'll die with harness on our bac .

Exeunt

SCENE &I. D,nsinane. "e+ore the castle.

Drum and c)l)urs. Enter MALCOLM, # WA$D, MACDU**, and their Arm , with")ughs

MALCOLM 0ow near enough% your leafy screens throw down.#nd show li e those you are. 4ou, worthy uncle,(hall, with my cousin, your right+noble son,/ead our first battle% worthy Macduff and we(hall ta e upon 's what else remains to do,#ccording to our order.SIWA!D$are you well.)o we but find the tyrant's power to+night,/et us be beaten, if we cannot fight.MACDUFFMa e all our trumpets spea * gi e them all breath,

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Exeunt

SCENE &II. Another part o+ the +ield.

Alarums. Enter MACBET%

MAC"ET#They ha e tied me to a sta e* I cannot fly,3ut, bear+li e, I must fight the course. What's he

That was not born of woman? (uch a one#m I to fear, or none.

Enter +OUN( # WA$D

*OUN% SIWA!DWhat is thy name?



MAC"ET#Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.*OUN% SIWA!D

0o* though thou call'st thyself a hotter nameThan any is in hell.MAC"ET#My name's Macbeth.*OUN% SIWA!DThe de il himself could not pronounce a titleMore hateful to mine ear.MAC"ET#

0o, nor more fearful.*OUN% SIWA!DThou liest, abhorred tyrant* with my swordI'll pro e the lie thou spea 'st.

The ight and +OUN( # WA$D is slain

MAC"ET#Thou wast born of woman3ut swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,3randish'd by man that's of a woman born.

Exit

Alarums. Enter MACDU**

MACDUFFThat way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!If thou be'st slain and with no stro e of mine,My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.I cannot stri e at wretched erns, whose arms#re hired to bear their sta es% either thou, Macbeth,r else my sword with an unbatter'd edgeI sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be*3y this great clatter, one of greatest note(eems bruited. /et me find him, fortune!#nd more I beg not.

Exit. Alarums

Enter MALCOLM and # WA$D



I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,To one of woman born.MACDUFF)espair thy charm*#nd let the angel whom thou still hast ser edTell thee, Macduff was from his mother's wombUntimely ripp'd.MAC"ET##ccursed be that tongue that tells me so,$or it hath cow'd my better part of man!#nd be these 1uggling fiends no more belie ed,That palter with us in a double sense*That eep the word of promise to our ear,#nd brea it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.MACDUFFThen yield thee, coward,#nd li e to be the show and ga;e o' the time%We'll ha e thee, as our rarer monsters are,"ainted on a pole, and underwrit,'&ere may you see the tyrant.'MAC"ET#I will not yield,To iss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,#nd to be baited with the rabble's curse.

Though 3irnam wood be come to )unsinane,#nd thou opposed, being of no woman born,4et I will try the last. 3efore my bodyI throw my warli e shield. /ay on, Macduff,#nd damn'd be him that first cries, '&old, enough!'

Exeunt, ighting. Alarums

$etreat. *l)urish. Enter, with drum and c)l)urs, MALCOLM, # WA$D, $O##, the)ther Thanes, and #)ldiers

MALCOLMI would the friends we miss were safe arri ed.SIWA!D(ome must go off% and yet, by these I see,(o great a day as this is cheaply bought.MALCOLMMacduff is missing, and your noble son.



!OSS4our son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt%&e only li ed but till he was a man*The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'dIn the unshrin ing station where he fought,3ut li e a man he died.SIWA!DThen he is dead?!OSS#y, and brought off the field% your cause of sorrowMust not be measured by his worth, for thenIt hath no end.SIWA!D&ad he his hurts before?!OSS#y, on the front.SIWA!DWhy then, God's soldier be he!&ad I as many sons as I ha e hairs,I would not wish them to a fairer death%#nd so, his nell is noll'd.MALCOLM&e's worth more sorrow,#nd that I'll spend for him.

SIWA!D&e's worth no moreThey say he parted well, and paid his score%#nd so, God be with him! &ere comes newer comfort.

$e1enter MACDU**, with MACBET%4s head

MACDUFF&ail, ing! for so thou art% behold, where standsThe usurper's cursed head% the time is free%

I see thee compass'd with thy ingdom's pearl,That spea my salutation in their minds*Whose oices I desire aloud with mine%&ail, 7ing of (cotland!ALL&ail, 7ing of (cotland!

*l)urish



MALCOLMWe shall not spend a large e pense of time3efore we rec on with your se eral lo es,#nd ma e us e en with you. My thanes and insmen,&enceforth be earls, the first that e er (cotlandIn such an honour named. What's more to do,Which would be planted newly with the time,#s calling home our e iled friends abroadThat fled the snares of watchful tyranny*"roducing forth the cruel ministersf this dead butcher and his fiend+li e -ueen,Who, as 'tis thought, by self and iolent handsToo off her life* this, and what needful elseThat calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,We will perform in measure, time and place%(o, than s to all at once and to each one,Whom we in ite to see us crown'd at (cone.

*l)urish. Exeunt

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