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The Tragedy of Macbeth Shakespeare homepage | Macbeth | Entire play ACT I SCENE I. A desert place.

   Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches 

First Witch

   When shall we three meet again
   In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch

   When the hurlyburly's done,
   When the battle's lost and won.

Third Witch

   That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch

   Where the place?

Second Witch

   Upon the heath.

Third Witch

   There to meet with Macbeth.

First Witch

   I come, Graymalkin!

Second Witch

   Paddock calls.

Third Witch

   Anon.

ALL

   Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
   Hover through the fog and filthy air.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. A camp near Forres.

   Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant 

DUNCAN

   What bloody man is that? He can report,
   As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
   The newest state.

MALCOLM

   This is the sergeant
   Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
   'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
   Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
   As thou didst leave it.

Sergeant

   Doubtful it stood;
   As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
   And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald--
   Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
   The multiplying villanies of nature
   Do swarm upon him--from the western isles
   Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
   And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
   Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
   For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--
   Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
   Which smoked with bloody execution,
   Like valour's minion carved out his passage
   Till he faced the slave;
   Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
   Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
   And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

DUNCAN

   O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

Sergeant

   As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
   Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
   So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
   Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
   No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
   Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
   But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
   With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
   Began a fresh assault.

DUNCAN

   Dismay'd not this
   Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Sergeant

   Yes;
   As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
   If I say sooth, I must report they were
   As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they
   Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
   Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
   Or memorise another Golgotha,
   I cannot tell.
   But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

DUNCAN

   So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
   They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
   Exit Sergeant, attended
   Who comes here?
   Enter ROSS

MALCOLM

   The worthy thane of Ross.

LENNOX

   What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
   That seems to speak things strange.

ROSS

   God save the king!

DUNCAN

   Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

ROSS

   From Fife, great king;
   Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
   And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
   With terrible numbers,
   Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
   The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
   Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
   Confronted him with self-comparisons,
   Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.
   Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
   The victory fell on us.

DUNCAN

   Great happiness!

ROSS

   That now
   Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
   Nor would we deign him burial of his men
   Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
   Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

DUNCAN

   No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
   Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
   And with his former title greet Macbeth.

ROSS

   I'll see it done.

DUNCAN

   What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
   Exeunt

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 these
   So 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 aught
   That 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 interpret
   That 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 king
   Stands 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 way
   With 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 contend
   Which 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 hail
   Came 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 rebel
   With 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 me
   Promised 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 function
   Is 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 wrought
   With 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

SCENE IV. Forres. The palace.

   Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants 

DUNCAN

   Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
   Those in commission yet return'd?

MALCOLM

   My liege,
   They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
   With one that saw him die: who did report
   That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
   Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
   A deep repentance: nothing in his life
   Became him like the leaving it; he died
   As one that had been studied in his death
   To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
   As 'twere a careless trifle.

DUNCAN

   There's no art
   To find the mind's construction in the face:
   He was a gentleman on whom I built
   An absolute trust.
   Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS
   O worthiest cousin!
   The sin of my ingratitude even now
   Was heavy on me: thou art so far before
   That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
   To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
   That the proportion both of thanks and payment
   Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
   More is thy due than more than all can pay.

MACBETH

   The service and the loyalty I owe,
   In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
   Is to receive our duties; and our duties
   Are to your throne and state children and servants,
   Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
   Safe toward your love and honour.

DUNCAN

   Welcome hither:
   I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
   To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
   That hast no less deserved, nor must be known
   No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
   And hold thee to my heart.

BANQUO

   There if I grow,
   The harvest is your own.

DUNCAN

   My plenteous joys,
   Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
   In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
   And you whose places are the nearest, know
   We will establish our estate upon
   Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
   The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must
   Not unaccompanied invest him only,
   But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
   On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,
   And bind us further to you.

MACBETH

   The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
   I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
   The hearing of my wife with your approach;
   So humbly take my leave.

DUNCAN

   My worthy Cawdor!

MACBETH

   [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
   On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
   For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
   Let not light see my black and deep desires:
   The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,
   Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
   Exit

DUNCAN

   True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
   And in his commendations I am fed;
   It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,
   Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
   It is a peerless kinsman.
   Flourish. Exeunt

SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle.

   Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter 

LADY MACBETH

   'They met me in the day of success: and I have
   learned by the perfectest report, they have more in
   them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire
   to question them further, they made themselves air,
   into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in
   the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who
   all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title,
   before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred
   me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that
   shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver
   thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
   mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being
   ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it
   to thy heart, and farewell.'
   Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
   What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;
   It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
   To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
   Art not without ambition, but without
   The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,
   That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
   And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,
   That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
   And that which rather thou dost fear to do
   Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,
   That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
   And chastise with the valour of my tongue
   All that impedes thee from the golden round,
   Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
   To have thee crown'd withal.
   Enter a Messenger
   What is your tidings?

Messenger

   The king comes here to-night.

LADY MACBETH

   Thou'rt mad to say it:
   Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
   Would have inform'd for preparation.

Messenger

   So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:
   One of my fellows had the speed of him,
   Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
   Than would make up his message.

LADY MACBETH

   Give him tending;
   He brings great news.
   Exit Messenger
   The raven himself is hoarse
   That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
   Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
   That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
   And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
   Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
   Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
   That no compunctious visitings of nature
   Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
   The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
   And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
   Wherever in your sightless substances
   You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
   And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
   That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
   Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
   To cry 'Hold, hold!'
   Enter MACBETH
   Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
   Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
   Thy letters have transported me beyond
   This ignorant present, and I feel now
   The future in the instant.

MACBETH

   My dearest love,
   Duncan comes here to-night.

LADY MACBETH

   And when goes hence?

MACBETH

   To-morrow, as he purposes.

LADY MACBETH

   O, never
   Shall sun that morrow see!
   Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
   May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
   Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
   Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
   But be the serpent under't. He that's coming
   Must be provided for: and you shall put
   This night's great business into my dispatch;
   Which shall to all our nights and days to come
   Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

MACBETH

   We will speak further.

LADY MACBETH

   Only look up clear;
   To alter favour ever is to fear:
   Leave all the rest to me.
   Exeunt

SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle.

   Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants 

DUNCAN

   This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
   Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
   Unto our gentle senses.

BANQUO

   This guest of summer,
   The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
   By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath
   Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
   Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
   Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
   Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
   The air is delicate.
   Enter LADY MACBETH

DUNCAN

   See, see, our honour'd hostess!
   The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
   Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
   How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,
   And thank us for your trouble.

LADY MACBETH

   All our service
   In every point twice done and then done double
   Were poor and single business to contend
   Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
   Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,
   And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
   We rest your hermits.

DUNCAN

   Where's the thane of Cawdor?
   We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
   To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
   And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
   To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
   We are your guest to-night.

LADY MACBETH

   Your servants ever
   Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt,
   To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
   Still to return your own.

DUNCAN

   Give me your hand;
   Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
   And shall continue our graces towards him.
   By your leave, hostess.
   Exeunt

SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle.

   Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH 

MACBETH

   If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
   It were done quickly: if the assassination
   Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
   With his surcease success; that but this blow
   Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
   But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
   We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
   We still have judgment here; that we but teach
   Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
   To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
   Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
   To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
   First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
   Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
   Who should against his murderer shut the door,
   Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
   Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
   So clear in his great office, that his virtues
   Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
   The deep damnation of his taking-off;
   And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
   Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
   Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
   Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
   That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
   To prick the sides of my intent, but only
   Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
   And falls on the other.
   Enter LADY MACBETH
   How now! what news?

LADY MACBETH

   He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?

MACBETH

   Hath he ask'd for me?

LADY MACBETH

   Know you not he has?

MACBETH

   We will proceed no further in this business:
   He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
   Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
   Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
   Not cast aside so soon.

LADY MACBETH

   Was the hope drunk
   Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
   And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
   At what it did so freely? From this time
   Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
   To be the same in thine own act and valour
   As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
   Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
   And live a coward in thine own esteem,
   Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
   Like the poor cat i' the adage?

MACBETH

   Prithee, peace:
   I dare do all that may become a man;
   Who dares do more is none.

LADY MACBETH

   What beast was't, then,
   That made you break this enterprise to me?
   When you durst do it, then you were a man;
   And, to be more than what you were, you would
   Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
   Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
   They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
   Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
   How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
   I would, while it was smiling in my face,
   Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
   And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
   Have done to this.

MACBETH

   If we should fail?

LADY MACBETH

   We fail!
   But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
   And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep--
   Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
   Soundly invite him--his two chamberlains
   Will I with wine and wassail so convince
   That memory, the warder of the brain,
   Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
   A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep
   Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
   What cannot you and I perform upon
   The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
   His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
   Of our great quell?

MACBETH

   Bring forth men-children only;
   For thy undaunted mettle should compose
   Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
   When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
   Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
   That they have done't?

LADY MACBETH

   Who dares receive it other,
   As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
   Upon his death?

MACBETH

   I am settled, and bend up
   Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
   Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
   False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
   Exeunt

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, and
   Sent forth great largess to your offices.
   This diamond he greets your wife withal,
   By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
   In 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 but
   A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
   Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
   I see thee yet, in form as palpable
   As 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 informs
   Thus 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

SCENE II. The same.

   Enter LADY MACBETH 

LADY MACBETH

   That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
   What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.
   Hark! Peace!
   It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
   Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:
   The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
   Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd
   their possets,
   That death and nature do contend about them,
   Whether they live or die.

MACBETH

   [Within] Who's there? what, ho!

LADY MACBETH

   Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
   And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed
   Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
   He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
   My father as he slept, I had done't.
   Enter MACBETH
   My husband!

MACBETH

   I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?

LADY MACBETH

   I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
   Did not you speak?

MACBETH

   When?

LADY MACBETH

   Now.

MACBETH

   As I descended?

LADY MACBETH

   Ay.

MACBETH

   Hark!
   Who lies i' the second chamber?

LADY MACBETH

   Donalbain.

MACBETH

   This is a sorry sight.
   Looking on his hands

LADY MACBETH

   A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

MACBETH

   There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried
   'Murder!'
   That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them:
   But they did say their prayers, and address'd them
   Again to sleep.

LADY MACBETH

   There are two lodged together.

MACBETH

   One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other;
   As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
   Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,'
   When they did say 'God bless us!'

LADY MACBETH

   Consider it not so deeply.

MACBETH

   But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
   I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'
   Stuck in my throat.

LADY MACBETH

   These deeds must not be thought
   After these ways; so, it will make us mad.

MACBETH

   Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
   Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
   Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
   The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
   Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
   Chief nourisher in life's feast,--

LADY MACBETH

   What do you mean?

MACBETH

   Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
   'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
   Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'

LADY MACBETH

   Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
   You do unbend your noble strength, to think
   So brainsickly of things. Go get some water,
   And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
   Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
   They must lie there: go carry them; and smear
   The sleepy grooms with blood.

MACBETH

   I'll go no more:
   I am afraid to think what I have done;
   Look on't again I dare not.

LADY MACBETH

   Infirm of purpose!
   Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead
   Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood
   That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
   I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal;
   For it must seem their guilt.
   Exit. Knocking within

MACBETH

   Whence is that knocking?
   How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
   What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
   Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
   Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
   The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
   Making the green one red.
   Re-enter LADY MACBETH

LADY MACBETH

   My hands are of your colour; but I shame
   To wear a heart so white.
   Knocking within
   I hear a knocking
   At the south entry: retire we to our chamber;
   A little water clears us of this deed:
   How easy is it, then! Your constancy
   Hath left you unattended.
   Knocking within
   Hark! more knocking.
   Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
   And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
   So poorly in your thoughts.

MACBETH

   To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
   Knocking within
   Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
   Exeunt

SCENE III. The same.

   Knocking within. Enter a Porter 

Porter

   Here's a knocking indeed! If a
   man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
   old turning the key.
   Knocking within
   Knock,
   knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of
   Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged
   himself on the expectation of plenty: come in
   time; have napkins enow about you; here
   you'll sweat for't.
   Knocking within
   Knock,
   knock! Who's there, in the other devil's
   name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could
   swear in both the scales against either scale;
   who committed treason enough for God's sake,
   yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come
   in, equivocator.
   Knocking within
   Knock,
   knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an
   English tailor come hither, for stealing out of
   a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may
   roast your goose.
   Knocking within
   Knock,
   knock; never at quiet! What are you? But
   this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter
   it no further: I had thought to have let in
   some of all professions that go the primrose
   way to the everlasting bonfire.
   Knocking within
   Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.
   Opens the gate
   Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX

MACDUFF

   Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
   That you do lie so late?

Porter

   'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
   second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
   provoker of three things.

MACDUFF

   What three things does drink especially provoke?

Porter

   Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and
   urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;
   it provokes the desire, but it takes
   away the performance: therefore, much drink
   may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:
   it makes him, and it mars him; it sets
   him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him,
   and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and
   not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him
   in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

MACDUFF

   I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

Porter

   That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
   me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I
   think, being too strong for him, though he took
   up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast
   him.

MACDUFF

   Is thy master stirring?
   Enter MACBETH
   Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.

LENNOX

   Good morrow, noble sir.

MACBETH

   Good morrow, both.

MACDUFF

   Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

MACBETH

   Not yet.

MACDUFF

   He did command me to call timely on him:
   I have almost slipp'd the hour.

MACBETH

   I'll bring you to him.

MACDUFF

   I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
   But yet 'tis one.

MACBETH

   The labour we delight in physics pain.
   This is the door.

MACDUFF

   I'll make so bold to call,
   For 'tis my limited service.
   Exit

LENNOX

   Goes the king hence to-day?

MACBETH

   He does: he did appoint so.

LENNOX

   The night has been unruly: where we lay,
   Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
   Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death,
   And prophesying with accents terrible
   Of dire combustion and confused events
   New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird
   Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
   Was feverous and did shake.

MACBETH

   'Twas a rough night.

LENNOX

   My young remembrance cannot parallel
   A fellow to it.
   Re-enter MACDUFF

MACDUFF

   O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
   Cannot conceive nor name thee!

MACBETH LENNOX

   What's the matter.

MACDUFF

   Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
   Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
   The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
   The life o' the building!

MACBETH

   What is 't you say? the life?

LENNOX

   Mean you his majesty?

MACDUFF

   Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
   With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
   See, and then speak yourselves.
   Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX
   Awake, awake!
   Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason!
   Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
   Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
   And look on death itself! up, up, and see
   The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo!
   As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,
   To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.
   Bell rings
   Enter LADY MACBETH

LADY MACBETH

   What's the business,
   That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
   The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!

MACDUFF

   O gentle lady,
   'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
   The repetition, in a woman's ear,
   Would murder as it fell.
   Enter BANQUO
   O Banquo, Banquo,
   Our royal master 's murder'd!

LADY MACBETH

   Woe, alas!
   What, in our house?

BANQUO

   Too cruel any where.
   Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,
   And say it is not so.
   Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS

MACBETH

   Had I but died an hour before this chance,
   I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,
   There 's nothing serious in mortality:
   All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
   The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
   Is left this vault to brag of.
   Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN

DONALBAIN

   What is amiss?

MACBETH

   You are, and do not know't:
   The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
   Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.

MACDUFF

   Your royal father 's murder'd.

MALCOLM

   O, by whom?

LENNOX

   Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't:
   Their hands and faces were an badged with blood;
   So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
   Upon their pillows:
   They stared, and were distracted; no man's life
   Was to be trusted with them.

MACBETH

   O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
   That I did kill them.

MACDUFF

   Wherefore did you so?

MACBETH

   Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
   Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
   The expedition my violent love
   Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
   His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
   And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
   For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
   Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
   Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain,
   That had a heart to love, and in that heart
   Courage to make 's love kno wn?

LADY MACBETH

   Help me hence, ho!

MACDUFF

   Look to the lady.

MALCOLM

   [Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues,
   That most may claim this argument for ours?

DONALBAIN

   [Aside to MALCOLM] What should be spoken here,
   where our fate,
   Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
   Let 's away;
   Our tears are not yet brew'd.

MALCOLM

   [Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow
   Upon the foot of motion.

BANQUO

   Look to the lady:
   LADY MACBETH is carried out
   And when we have our naked frailties hid,
   That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
   And question this most bloody piece of work,
   To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:
   In the great hand of God I stand; and thence
   Against the undivulged pretence I fight
   Of treasonous malice.

MACDUFF

   And so do I.

ALL

   So all.

MACBETH

   Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
   And meet i' the hall together.

ALL

   Well contented.
   Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.

MALCOLM

   What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
   To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
   Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.

DONALBAIN

   To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
   Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
   There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
   The nearer bloody.

MALCOLM

   This murderous shaft that's shot
   Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
   Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
   And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
   But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
   Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.
   Exeunt

SCENE IV. Outside Macbeth's castle.

   Enter ROSS and an old Man 

Old Man

   Threescore and ten I can remember well:
   Within the volume of which time I have seen
   Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
   Hath trifled former knowings.

ROSS

   Ah, good father,
   Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
   Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
   And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
   Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
   That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
   When living light should kiss it?

Old Man

   'Tis unnatural,
   Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
   A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
   Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

ROSS

   And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
   Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
   Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
   Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
   War with mankind.

Old Man

   'Tis said they eat each other.

ROSS

   They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
   That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.
   Enter MACDUFF
   How goes the world, sir, now?

MACDUFF

   Why, see you not?

ROSS

   Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

MACDUFF

   Those that Macbeth hath slain.

ROSS

   Alas, the day!
   What good could they pretend?

MACDUFF

   They were suborn'd:
   Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
   Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
   Suspicion of the deed.

ROSS

   'Gainst nature still!
   Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
   Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like
   The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

MACDUFF

   He is already named, and gone to Scone
   To be invested.

ROSS

   Where is Duncan's body?

MACDUFF

   Carried to Colmekill,
   The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
   And guardian of their bones.

ROSS

   Will you to Scone?

MACDUFF

   No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

ROSS

   Well, I will thither.

MACDUFF

   Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
   Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

ROSS

   Farewell, father.

Old Man

   God's benison go with you; and with those
   That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
   Exeunt

ACT III SCENE I. Forres. The palace.

   Enter BANQUO 

BANQUO

   Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
   As the weird women promised, and, I fear,
   Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said
   It should not stand in thy posterity,
   But that myself should be the root and father
   Of many kings. If there come truth from them--
   As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--
   Why, by the verities on thee made good,
   May they not be my oracles as well,
   And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.
   Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants

MACBETH

   Here's our chief guest.

LADY MACBETH

   If he had been forgotten,
   It had been as a gap in our great feast,
   And all-thing unbecoming.

MACBETH

   To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
   And I'll request your presence.

BANQUO

   Let your highness
   Command upon me; to the which my duties
   Are with a most indissoluble tie
   For ever knit.

MACBETH

   Ride you this afternoon?

BANQUO

   Ay, my good lord.

MACBETH

   We should have else desired your good advice,
   Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
   In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
   Is't far you ride?

BANQUO

   As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
   'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
   I must become a borrower of the night
   For a dark hour or twain.

MACBETH

   Fail not our feast.

BANQUO

   My lord, I will not.

MACBETH

   We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
   In England and in Ireland, not confessing
   Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
   With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,
   When therewithal we shall have cause of state
   Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
   Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

BANQUO

   Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.

MACBETH

   I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
   And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
   Exit BANQUO
   Let every man be master of his time
   Till seven at night: to make society
   The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
   Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!
   Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant
   Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
   Our pleasure?

ATTENDANT

   They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

MACBETH

   Bring them before us.
   Exit Attendant
   To be thus is nothing;
   But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo
   Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
   Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;
   And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
   He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
   To act in safety. There is none but he
   Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
   My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,
   Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
   When first they put the name of king upon me,
   And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like
   They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
   Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
   And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
   Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
   No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
   For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;
   For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
   Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
   Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
   Given to the common enemy of man,
   To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
   Rather than so, come fate into the list.
   And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!
   Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers
   Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
   Exit Attendant
   Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

First Murderer

   It was, so please your highness.

MACBETH

   Well then, now
   Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
   That it was he in the times past which held you
   So under fortune, which you thought had been
   Our innocent self: this I made good to you
   In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,
   How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,
   the instruments,
   Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
   To half a soul and to a notion crazed
   Say 'Thus did Banquo.'

First Murderer

   You made it known to us.

MACBETH

   I did so, and went further, which is now
   Our point of second meeting. Do you find
   Your patience so predominant in your nature
   That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd
   To pray for this good man and for his issue,
   Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave
   And beggar'd yours for ever?

First Murderer

   We are men, my liege.

MACBETH

   Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
   As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
   Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
   All by the name of dogs: the valued file
   Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
   The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
   According to the gift which bounteous nature
   Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
   Particular addition. from the bill
   That writes them all alike: and so of men.
   Now, if you have a station in the file,
   Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;
   And I will put that business in your bosoms,
   Whose execution takes your enemy off,
   Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
   Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
   Which in his death were perfect.

Second Murderer

   I am one, my liege,
   Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
   Have so incensed that I am reckless what
   I do to spite the world.

First Murderer

   And I another
   So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
   That I would set my lie on any chance,
   To mend it, or be rid on't.

MACBETH

   Both of you
   Know Banquo was your enemy.

Both Murderers

   True, my lord.

MACBETH

   So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
   That every minute of his being thrusts
   Against my near'st of life: and though I could
   With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
   And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
   For certain friends that are both his and mine,
   Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
   Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,
   That I to your assistance do make love,
   Masking the business from the common eye
   For sundry weighty reasons.

Second Murderer

   We shall, my lord,
   Perform what you command us.

First Murderer

   Though our lives--

MACBETH

   Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
   I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
   Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,
   The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
   And something from the palace; always thought
   That I require a clearness: and with him--
   To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--
   Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
   Whose absence is no less material to me
   Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
   Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
   I'll come to you anon.

Both Murderers

   We are resolved, my lord.

MACBETH

   I'll call upon you straight: abide within.
   Exeunt Murderers
   It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
   If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.
   Exit

SCENE II. The palace.

   Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant 

LADY MACBETH

   Is Banquo gone from court?

Servant

   Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.

LADY MACBETH

   Say to the king, I would attend his leisure
   For a few words.

Servant

   Madam, I will.
   Exit

LADY MACBETH

   Nought's had, all's spent,
   Where our desire is got without content:
   'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
   Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
   Enter MACBETH
   How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
   Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
   Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
   With them they think on? Things without all remedy
   Should be without regard: what's done is done.

MACBETH

   We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:
   She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
   Remains in danger of her former tooth.
   But let the frame of things disjoint, both the
   worlds suffer,
   Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep
   In the affliction of these terrible dreams
   That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
   Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
   Than on the torture of the mind to lie
   In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
   After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
   Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
   Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
   Can touch him further.

LADY MACBETH

   Come on;
   Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
   Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

MACBETH

   So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
   Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
   Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:
   Unsafe the while, that we
   Must lave our honours in these flattering streams,
   And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
   Disguising what they are.

LADY MACBETH

   You must leave this.

MACBETH

   O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
   Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

LADY MACBETH

   But in them nature's copy's not eterne.

MACBETH

   There's comfort yet; they are assailable;
   Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown
   His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons
   The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums
   Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
   A deed of dreadful note.

LADY MACBETH

   What's to be done?

MACBETH

   Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
   Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
   Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
   And with thy bloody and invisible hand
   Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
   Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow
   Makes wing to the rooky wood:
   Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
   While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
   Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
   Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
   So, prithee, go with me.
   Exeunt

SCENE III. A park near the palace.

   Enter three Murderers 

First Murderer

   But who did bid thee join with us?

Third Murderer

   Macbeth.

Second Murderer

   He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
   Our offices and what we have to do
   To the direction just.

First Murderer

   Then stand with us.
   The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
   Now spurs the lated traveller apace
   To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
   The subject of our watch.

Third Murderer

   Hark! I hear horses.

BANQUO

   [Within] Give us a light there, ho!

Second Murderer

   Then 'tis he: the rest
   That are within the note of expectation
   Already are i' the court.

First Murderer

   His horses go about.

Third Murderer

   Almost a mile: but he does usually,
   So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
   Make it their walk.

Second Murderer

   A light, a light!
   Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch

Third Murderer

   'Tis he.

First Murderer

   Stand to't.

BANQUO

   It will be rain to-night.

First Murderer

   Let it come down.
   They set upon BANQUO

BANQUO

   O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
   Thou mayst revenge. O slave!
   Dies. FLEANCE escapes

Third Murderer

   Who did strike out the light?

First Murderer

   Wast not the way?

Third Murderer

   There's but one down; the son is fled.

Second Murderer

   We have lost
   Best half of our affair.

First Murderer

   Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
   Exeunt

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 first
   And 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 time
   We 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 measure
   The 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 good
   That 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 in
   To 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-morrow
   We'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.

MACBETH

   The table's full.

LENNOX

   Here is a place reserved, sir.

MACBETH

   Where?

LENNOX

   Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?

MACBETH

   Which of you have done this?

Lords

   What, my good lord?

MACBETH

   Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
   Thy gory locks at me.

ROSS

   Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.

LADY MACBETH

   Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
   And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;
   The fit is momentary; upon a thought
   He will again be well: if much you note him,
   You shall offend him and extend his passion:
   Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?

MACBETH

   Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
   Which might appal the devil.

LADY MACBETH

   O proper stuff!
   This is the very painting of your fear:
   This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
   Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
   Impostors to true fear, would well become
   A woman's story at a winter's fire,
   Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
   Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
   You look but on a stool.

MACBETH

   Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!
   how say you?
   Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
   If charnel-houses and our graves must send
   Those that we bury back, our monuments
   Shall be the maws of kites.
   GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes

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'd
   Too 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 strange
   Even 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 forth
   The 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-abuse
   Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
   We are yet but young in deed.
   Exeunt

SCENE V. A Heath.

   Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE 

First Witch

   Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.

HECATE

   Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
   Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
   To trade and traffic with Macbeth
   In riddles and affairs of death;
   And I, the mistress of your charms,
   The close contriver of all harms,
   Was never call'd to bear my part,
   Or show the glory of our art?
   And, which is worse, all you have done
   Hath been but for a wayward son,
   Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
   Loves for his own ends, not for you.
   But make amends now: get you gone,
   And at the pit of Acheron
   Meet me i' the morning: thither he
   Will come to know his destiny:
   Your vessels and your spells provide,
   Your charms and every 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 moon
   There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
   I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
   And that distill'd by magic sleights
   Shall raise such artificial sprites
   As by the strength of their illusion
   Shall draw him on to his confusion:
   He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
   He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
   And you all know, security
   Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
   Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' & c
   Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
   Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
   Exit

First Witch

   Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.
   Exeunt

SCENE VI. Forres. The palace.

   Enter LENNOX and another Lord 

LENNOX

   My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
   Which can interpret further: only, I say,
   Things have been strangely borne. The
   gracious Duncan
   Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:
   And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
   Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,
   For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.
   Who cannot want the thought how monstrous
   It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
   To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
   How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight
   In pious rage the two delinquents tear,
   That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?
   Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
   For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive
   To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,
   He has borne all things well: and I do think
   That had he Duncan's sons under his key--
   As, an't please heaven, he shall not--they
   should find
   What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
   But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd
   His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear
   Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell
   Where he bestows himself?

Lord

   The son of Duncan,
   From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth
   Lives in the English court, and is received
   Of the most pious Edward with such grace
   That the malevolence of fortune nothing
   Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff
   Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid
   To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:
   That, by the help of these--with Him above
   To ratify the work--we may again
   Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,
   Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,
   Do faithful homage and receive free honours:
   All which we pine for now: and this report
   Hath so exasperate the king that he
   Prepares for some attempt of war.

LENNOX

   Sent he to Macduff?

Lord

   He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,'
   The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
   And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time
   That clogs me with this answer.'

LENNOX

   And that well might
   Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
   His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
   Fly to the court of England and unfold
   His message ere he come, that a swift blessing
   May soon return to this our suffering country
   Under a hand accursed!

Lord

   I'll send my prayers with him.
   Exeunt

ACT IV SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.

   Thunder. Enter the three Witches 

First Witch

   Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Second Witch

   Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Third Witch

   Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.

First Witch

   Round about the cauldron go;
   In the poison'd entrails throw.
   Toad, that under cold stone
   Days and nights has thirty-one
   Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
   Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL

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

Second Witch

   Fillet of a fenny snake,
   In the cauldron boil and bake;
   Eye of newt and toe of frog,
   Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
   Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
   Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
   For a charm of powerful trouble,
   Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL

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

Third Witch

   Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
   Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
   Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
   Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
   Liver of blaspheming Jew,
   Gall of goat, and slips of yew
   Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
   Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
   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.
   Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child

Second Apparition

   Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

MACBETH

   Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.

Second Apparition

   Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
   The power of man, for none of woman born
   Shall harm Macbeth.
   Descends

MACBETH

   Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
   But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
   And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
   That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
   And sleep in spite of thunder.
   Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand
   What is this
   That rises like the issue of a king,
   And wears upon his baby-brow the round
   And top of sovereignty?

ALL

   Listen, but speak not to't.

Third Apparition

   Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
   Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
   Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
   Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
   Shall come against him.
   Descends

MACBETH

   That will never be
   Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
   Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!
   Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood
   Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
   Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
   To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart
   Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art
   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 glass
   Which 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 moment
   The 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

SCENE II. Fife. Macduff's castle.

   Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and ROSS 

LADY MACDUFF

   What had he done, to make him fly the land?

ROSS

   You must have patience, madam.

LADY MACDUFF

   He had none:
   His flight was madness: when our actions do not,
   Our fears do make us traitors.

ROSS

   You know not
   Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.

LADY MACDUFF

   Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
   His mansion and his titles in a place
   From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
   He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
   The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
   Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
   All is the fear and nothing is the love;
   As little is the wisdom, where the flight
   So runs against all reason.

ROSS

   My dearest coz,
   I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband,
   He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
   The fits o' the season. I dare not speak
   much further;
   But cruel are the times, when we are traitors
   And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour
   From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
   But float upon a wild and violent sea
   Each way and move. I take my leave of you:
   Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
   Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
   To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
   Blessing upon you!

LADY MACDUFF

   Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.

ROSS

   I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
   It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:
   I take my leave at once.
   Exit

LADY MACDUFF

   Sirrah, your father's dead;
   And what will you do now? How will you live?

Son

   As birds do, mother.

LADY MACDUFF

   What, with worms and flies?

Son

   With what I get, I mean; and so do they.

LADY MACDUFF

   Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,
   The pitfall nor the gin.

Son

   Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
   My father is not dead, for all your saying.

LADY MACDUFF

   Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?

Son

   Nay, how will you do for a husband?

LADY MACDUFF

   Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.

Son

   Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

LADY MACDUFF

   Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith,
   With wit enough for thee.

Son

   Was my father a traitor, mother?

LADY MACDUFF

   Ay, that he was.

Son

   What is a traitor?

LADY MACDUFF

   Why, one that swears and lies.

Son

   And be all traitors that do so?

LADY MACDUFF

   Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.

Son

   And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?

LADY MACDUFF

   Every one.

Son

   Who must hang them?

LADY MACDUFF

   Why, the honest men.

Son

   Then the liars and swearers are fools,
   for there are liars and swearers enow to beat
   the honest men and hang up them.

LADY MACDUFF

   Now, God help thee, poor monkey!
   But how wilt thou do for a father?

Son

   If he were dead, you'ld weep for
   him: if you would not, it were a good sign
   that I should quickly have a new father.

LADY MACDUFF

   Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!
   Enter a Messenger

Messenger

   Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
   Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
   I doubt some danger does approach you nearly:
   If you will take a homely man's advice,
   Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
   To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage;
   To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
   Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
   I dare abide no longer.
   Exit

LADY MACDUFF

   Whither should I fly?
   I have done no harm. But I remember now
   I am in this earthly world; where to do harm
   Is often laudable, to do good sometime
   Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas,
   Do I put up that womanly defence,
   To say I have done no harm?
   Enter Murderers
   What are these faces?

First Murderer

   Where is your husband?

LADY MACDUFF

   I hope, in no place so unsanctified
   Where such as thou mayst find him.

First Murderer

   He's a traitor.

Son

   Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain!

First Murderer

   What, you egg!
   Stabbing him
   Young fry of treachery!

Son

   He has kill'd me, mother:
   Run away, I pray you!
   Dies
   Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt Murderers, following her

SCENE III. England. Before the King's palace.

   Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF 

MALCOLM

   Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
   Weep our sad bosoms empty.

MACDUFF

   Let us rather
   Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
   Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn
   New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
   Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
   As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out
   Like syllable of dolour.

MALCOLM

   What I believe I'll wail,
   What know believe, and what I can redress,
   As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
   What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.
   This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
   Was once thought honest: you have loved him well.
   He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young;
   but something
   You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom
   To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb
   To appease an angry god.

MACDUFF

   I am not treacherous.

MALCOLM

   But Macbeth is.
   A good and virtuous nature may recoil
   In an imperial charge. But I shall crave
   your pardon;
   That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose:
   Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
   Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
   Yet grace must still look so.

MACDUFF

   I have lost my hopes.

MALCOLM

   Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
   Why in that rawness left you wife and child,
   Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,
   Without leave-taking? I pray you,
   Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
   But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,
   Whatever I shall think.

MACDUFF

   Bleed, bleed, poor country!
   Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,
   For goodness dare not cheque thee: wear thou
   thy wrongs;
   The title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord:
   I would not be the villain that thou think'st
   For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,
   And the rich East to boot.

MALCOLM

   Be not offended:
   I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
   I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
   It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
   Is added to her wounds: I think withal
   There would be hands uplifted in my right;
   And here from gracious England have I offer
   Of goodly thousands: but, for all this,
   When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
   Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
   Shall have more vices than it had before,
   More suffer and more sundry ways than ever,
   By him that shall succeed.

MACDUFF

   What should he be?

MALCOLM

   It is myself I mean: in whom I know
   All the particulars of vice so grafted
   That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth
   Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state
   Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
   With my confineless harms.

MACDUFF

   Not in the legions
   Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
   In evils to top Macbeth.

MALCOLM

   I grant him bloody,
   Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
   Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
   That has a name: but there's no bottom, none,
   In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,
   Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up
   The cistern of my lust, and my desire
   All continent impediments would o'erbear
   That did oppose my will: better Macbeth
   Than such an one to reign.

MACDUFF

   Boundless intemperance
   In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
   The untimely emptying of the happy throne
   And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
   To take upon you what is yours: you may
   Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
   And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.
   We have willing dames enough: there cannot be
   That vulture in you, to devour so many
   As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
   Finding it so inclined.

MALCOLM

   With this there grows
   In my most ill-composed affection such
   A stanchless avarice that, were I king,
   I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
   Desire his jewels and this other's house:
   And my more-having would be as a sauce
   To make me hunger more; that I should forge
   Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
   Destroying them for wealth.

MACDUFF

   This avarice
   Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root
   Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been
   The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;
   Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will.
   Of your mere own: all these are portable,
   With other graces weigh'd.

MALCOLM

   But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
   As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
   Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
   Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
   I have no relish of them, but abound
   In the division of each several crime,
   Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
   Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
   Uproar the universal peace, confound
   All unity on earth.

MACDUFF

   O Scotland, Scotland!

MALCOLM

   If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
   I am as I have spoken.

MACDUFF

   Fit to govern!
   No, not to live. O nation miserable,
   With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
   When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
   Since that the truest issue of thy throne
   By his own interdiction stands accursed,
   And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father
   Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee,
   Oftener upon her knees than on her feet,
   Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
   These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
   Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast,
   Thy hope ends here!

MALCOLM

   Macduff, this noble passion,
   Child of integrity, hath from my soul
   Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
   To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth
   By many of these trains hath sought to win me
   Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me
   From over-credulous haste: but God above
   Deal between thee and me! for even now
   I put myself to thy direction, and
   Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
   The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
   For strangers to my nature. I am yet
   Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
   Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
   At no time broke my faith, would not betray
   The devil to his fellow and delight
   No less in truth than life: my first false speaking
   Was this upon myself: what I am truly,
   Is thine and my poor country's to command:
   Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,
   Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
   Already at a point, was setting forth.
   Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness
   Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?

MACDUFF

   Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
   'Tis hard to reconcile.
   Enter a Doctor

MALCOLM

   Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you?

Doctor

   Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
   That stay his cure: their malady convinces
   The great assay of art; but at his touch--
   Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand--
   They presently amend.

MALCOLM

   I thank you, doctor.
   Exit Doctor

MACDUFF

   What's the disease he means?

MALCOLM

   'Tis call'd the evil:
   A most miraculous work in this good king;
   Which often, since my here-remain in England,
   I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
   Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people,
   All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
   The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
   Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
   Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
   To the succeeding royalty he leaves
   The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
   He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
   And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
   That speak him full of grace.
   Enter ROSS

MACDUFF

   See, who comes here?

MALCOLM

   My countryman; but yet I know him not.

MACDUFF

   My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

MALCOLM

   I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
   The means that makes us strangers!

ROSS

   Sir, amen.

MACDUFF

   Stands Scotland where it did?

ROSS

   Alas, poor country!
   Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
   Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
   But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
   Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
   Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
   A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell
   Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives
   Expire before the flowers in their caps,
   Dying or ere they sicken.

MACDUFF

   O, relation
   Too nice, and yet too true!

MALCOLM

   What's the newest grief?

ROSS

   That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
   Each minute teems a new one.

MACDUFF

   How does my wife?

ROSS

   Why, well.

MACDUFF

   And all my children?

ROSS

   Well too.

MACDUFF

   The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?

ROSS

   No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

MACDUFF

   But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?

ROSS

   When I came hither to transport the tidings,
   Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
   Of many worthy fellows that were out;
   Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
   For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
   Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
   Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
   To doff their dire distresses.

MALCOLM

   Be't their comfort
   We are coming thither: gracious England hath
   Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
   An older and a better soldier none
   That Christendom gives out.

ROSS

   Would I could answer
   This comfort with the like! But I have words
   That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
   Where hearing should not latch them.

MACDUFF

   What concern they?
   The general cause? or is it a fee-grief
   Due to some single breast?

ROSS

   No mind that's honest
   But in it shares some woe; though the main part
   Pertains to you alone.

MACDUFF

   If it be mine,
   Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

ROSS

   Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
   Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
   That ever yet they heard.

MACDUFF

   Hum! I guess at it.

ROSS

   Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
   Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
   Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
   To add the death of you.

MALCOLM

   Merciful heaven!
   What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
   Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
   Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

MACDUFF

   My children too?

ROSS

   Wife, children, servants, all
   That could be found.

MACDUFF

   And I must be from thence!
   My wife kill'd too?

ROSS

   I have said.

MALCOLM

   Be comforted:
   Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
   To cure this deadly grief.

MACDUFF

   He has no children. All my pretty ones?
   Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
   What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
   At one fell swoop?

MALCOLM

   Dispute it like a man.

MACDUFF

   I shall do so;
   But I must also feel it as a man:
   I cannot but remember such things were,
   That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on,
   And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
   They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
   Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
   Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now!

MALCOLM

   Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
   Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

MACDUFF

   O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
   And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,
   Cut short all intermission; front to front
   Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;
   Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
   Heaven forgive him too!

MALCOLM

   This tune goes manly.
   Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
   Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth
   Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
   Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may:
   The night is long that never finds the day.
   Exeunt

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 seen
   her 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 again
   return 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 thus
   washing 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 we
   fear 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 died
   holily in their beds.

LADY MACBETH

   Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so
   pale.--I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he
   cannot 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 deeds
   Do 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

SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane.

   Drum and colours. Enter MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers 

MENTEITH

   The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
   His uncle Siward and the good Macduff:
   Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes
   Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm
   Excite the mortified man.

ANGUS

   Near Birnam wood
   Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

CAITHNESS

   Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

LENNOX

   For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
   Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
   And many unrough youths that even now
   Protest their first of manhood.

MENTEITH

   What does the tyrant?

CAITHNESS

   Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
   Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him
   Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
   He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
   Within the belt of rule.

ANGUS

   Now does he feel
   His secret murders sticking on his hands;
   Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
   Those he commands move only in command,
   Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
   Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
   Upon a dwarfish thief.

MENTEITH

   Who then shall blame
   His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
   When all that is within him does condemn
   Itself for being there?

CAITHNESS

   Well, march we on,
   To give obedience where 'tis truly owed:
   Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,
   And with him pour we in our country's purge
   Each drop of us.

LENNOX

   Or so much as it needs,
   To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.
   Make we our march towards Birnam.
   Exeunt, marching

SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle.

   Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants 

MACBETH

   Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
   Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
   I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
   Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
   All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
   'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
   Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly,
   false thanes,
   And mingle with the English epicures:
   The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
   Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
   Enter a Servant
   The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
   Where got'st thou that goose look?

Servant

   There is ten thousand--

MACBETH

   Geese, villain!

Servant

   Soldiers, sir.

MACBETH

   Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
   Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
   Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
   Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

Servant

   The English force, so please you.

MACBETH

   Take thy face hence.
   Exit Servant
   Seyton!--I am sick at heart,
   When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push
   Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
   I have lived long enough: my way of life
   Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
   And that which should accompany old age,
   As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
   I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
   Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
   Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!
   Enter SEYTON

SEYTON

   What is your gracious pleasure?

MACBETH

   What news more?

SEYTON

   All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.

MACBETH

   I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
   Give me my armour.

SEYTON

   'Tis not needed yet.

MACBETH

   I'll put it on.
   Send out more horses; skirr the country round;
   Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
   How does your patient, doctor?

Doctor

   Not so sick, my lord,
   As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,
   That keep her from her rest.

MACBETH

   Cure her of that.
   Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
   Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
   Raze out the written troubles of the brain
   And with some sweet oblivious antidote
   Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
   Which weighs upon the heart?

Doctor

   Therein the patient
   Must minister to himself.

MACBETH

   Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
   Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
   Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
   Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast
   The water of my land, find her disease,
   And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
   I would applaud thee to the very echo,
   That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--
   What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,
   Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

Doctor

   Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
   Makes us hear something.

MACBETH

   Bring it after me.
   I will not be afraid of death and bane,
   Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

Doctor

   [Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
   Profit again should hardly draw me here.
   Exeunt

SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood.

   Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD and YOUNG SIWARD, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, ROSS, and Soldiers, marching 

MALCOLM

   Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
   That chambers will be safe.

MENTEITH

   We doubt it nothing.

SIWARD

   What wood is this before us?

MENTEITH

   The wood of Birnam.

MALCOLM

   Let every soldier hew him down a bough
   And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow
   The numbers of our host and make discovery
   Err in report of us.

Soldiers

   It shall be done.

SIWARD

   We learn no other but the confident tyrant
   Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
   Our setting down before 't.

MALCOLM

   'Tis his main hope:
   For where there is advantage to be given,
   Both more and less have given him the revolt,
   And none serve with him but constrained things
   Whose hearts are absent too.

MACDUFF

   Let our just censures
   Attend the true event, and put we on
   Industrious soldiership.

SIWARD

   The time approaches
   That will with due decision make us know
   What we shall say we have and what we owe.
   Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
   But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
   Towards which advance the war.
   Exeunt, marching

SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle.

   Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum and colours 

MACBETH

   Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
   The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strength
   Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie
   Till famine and the ague eat them up:
   Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
   We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
   And beat them backward home.
   A cry of women within
   What is that noise?

SEYTON

   It is the cry of women, my good lord.
   Exit

MACBETH

   I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
   The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
   To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
   Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
   As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
   Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
   Cannot once start me.
   Re-enter SEYTON
   Wherefore was that cry?

SEYTON

   The queen, my lord, is dead.

MACBETH

   She should have died hereafter;
   There would have been a time for such a word.
   To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
   Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
   To the last syllable of recorded time,
   And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
   The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
   Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
   That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
   And then is heard no more: it is a tale
   Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
   Signifying nothing.
   Enter a Messenger
   Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.

Messenger

   Gracious my lord,
   I should report that which I say I saw,
   But know not how to do it.

MACBETH

   Well, say, sir.

Messenger

   As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
   I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
   The wood began to move.

MACBETH

   Liar and slave!

Messenger

   Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
   Within this three mile may you see it coming;
   I say, a moving grove.

MACBETH

   If thou speak'st false,
   Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
   Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
   I care not if thou dost for me as much.
   I pull in resolution, and begin
   To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
   That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood
   Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood
   Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
   If this which he avouches does appear,
   There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
   I gin to be aweary of the sun,
   And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
   Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!
   At least we'll die with harness on our back.
   Exeunt

SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle.

   Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs 

MALCOLM

   Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
   And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
   Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
   Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we
   Shall take upon 's what else remains to do,
   According to our order.

SIWARD

   Fare you well.
   Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
   Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

MACDUFF

   Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
   Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
   Exeunt

SCENE VII. Another part of the field.

   Alarums. Enter MACBETH 

MACBETH

   They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
   But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he
   That was not born of woman? Such a one
   Am I to fear, or none.
   Enter YOUNG SIWARD

YOUNG SIWARD

   What is thy name?

MACBETH

   Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

YOUNG SIWARD

   No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
   Than any is in hell.

MACBETH

   My name's Macbeth.

YOUNG SIWARD

   The devil himself could not pronounce a title
   More hateful to mine ear.

MACBETH

   No, nor more fearful.

YOUNG SIWARD

   Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
   I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
   They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain

MACBETH

   Thou wast born of woman
   But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
   Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
   Exit
   Alarums. Enter MACDUFF

MACDUFF

   That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
   If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
   My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
   I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
   Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,
   Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
   I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
   By this great clatter, one of greatest note
   Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
   And more I beg not.
   Exit. Alarums
   Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD

SIWARD

   This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
   The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
   The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
   The day almost itself professes yours,
   And little is to do.

MALCOLM

   We have met with foes
   That strike beside us.

SIWARD

   Enter, sir, the castle.
   Exeunt. Alarums

SCENE VIII. Another part of the field.

   Enter MACBETH 

MACBETH

   Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
   On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
   Do better upon them.
   Enter MACDUFF

MACDUFF

   Turn, hell-hound, turn!

MACBETH

   Of all men else I have avoided thee:
   But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
   With blood of thine already.

MACDUFF

   I have no words:
   My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
   Than terms can give thee out!
   They fight

MACBETH

   Thou losest labour:
   As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
   With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed:
   Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
   I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
   To one of woman born.

MACDUFF

   Despair thy charm;
   And let the angel whom thou still hast served
   Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
   Untimely ripp'd.

MACBETH

   Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
   For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
   And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
   That palter with us in a double sense;
   That keep the word of promise to our ear,
   And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.

MACDUFF

   Then yield thee, coward,
   And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:
   We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
   Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
   'Here may you see the tyrant.'

MACBETH

   I will not yield,
   To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
   And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
   Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
   And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
   Yet I will try the last. Before my body
   I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
   And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
   Exeunt, fighting. Alarums
   Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers

MALCOLM

   I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

SIWARD

   Some must go off: and yet, by these I see,
   So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

MALCOLM

   Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

ROSS

   Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
   He only lived but till he was a man;
   The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
   In the unshrinking station where he fought,
   But like a man he died.

SIWARD

   Then he is dead?

ROSS

   Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
   Must not be measured by his worth, for then
   It hath no end.

SIWARD

   Had he his hurts before?

ROSS

   Ay, on the front.

SIWARD

   Why then, God's soldier be he!
   Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
   I would not wish them to a fairer death:
   And so, his knell is knoll'd.

MALCOLM

   He's worth more sorrow,
   And that I'll spend for him.

SIWARD

   He's worth no more
   They say he parted well, and paid his score:
   And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
   Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head

MACDUFF

   Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
   The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
   I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
   That speak my salutation in their minds;
   Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:
   Hail, King of Scotland!

ALL

   Hail, King of Scotland!
   Flourish

MALCOLM

   We shall not spend a large expense of time
   Before we reckon with your several loves,
   And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
   Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
   In such an honour named. What's more to do,
   Which would be planted newly with the time,
   As calling home our exiled friends abroad
   That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
   Producing forth the cruel ministers
   Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
   Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
   Took off her life; this, and what needful else
   That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
   We will perform in measure, time and place:
   So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
   Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
   Flourish. Exeunt

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