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The Tragedy of Macbeth

ACT I

SCENE I. A desert place.

First WitchWhen shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Second WitchWhen the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
Third WitchAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 5That will be ere the set of sun.
First WitchWhere the place?
Second WitchUpon the heath.
Third WitchThere to meet with Macbeth.
First WitchI come, Graymalkin!
Second WitchAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 10Paddock calls.
Third WitchAnon.
ALLFair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

ACT I

SCENE II. A camp near Forres.

DUNCANWhat bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
MALCOLMThis is the sergeant
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 5Who 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.
SergeantDoubtful it stood;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10As 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 15Of 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,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 20Which 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,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 25And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
DUNCANO valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
SergeantAs whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30Discomfort 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 35Began a fresh assault.
DUNCANDismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
SergeantYes;
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 40If 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,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 45I cannot tell.
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
DUNCANSo well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
Who comes here?
MALCOLMAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 50The worthy thane of Ross.
LENNOXWhat a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
That seems to speak things strange.
ROSSGod save the king!
DUNCANWhence camest thou, worthy thane?
ROSSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 55From 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
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 60The 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,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 65The victory fell on us.
DUNCANGreat happiness!
ROSSThat now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 70Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
DUNCANNo more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
ROSSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 75I'll see it done.
DUNCANWhat he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.

ACT I

SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

First WitchWhere hast thou been, sister?
Second WitchKilling swine.
Third WitchSister, where thou?
First WitchA sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 5And 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,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 10And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
Second WitchI'll give thee a wind.
First WitchThou'rt kind.
Third WitchAnd I another.
First WitchAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 15I 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:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 20Sleep 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:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 25Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
Look what I have.
Second WitchShow me, show me.
First WitchHere I have a pilot's thumb,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 30Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
Third WitchA drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come.
ALLThe weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 35Thus do go about, about:
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace! the charm's wound up.
MACBETHSo foul and fair a day I have not seen.
BANQUOAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 40How 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,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 45By 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.
MACBETHSpeak, if you can: what are you?
First WitchAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 50All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
Second WitchAll hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
Third WitchAll hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
BANQUOGood sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 55Are 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.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 60If 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 WitchHail!
Second WitchAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 65Hail!
Third WitchHail!
First WitchLesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Second WitchNot so happy, yet much happier.
Third WitchThou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 70So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
First WitchBanquo and Macbeth, all hail!
MACBETHStay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 75A 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
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 80With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.
BANQUOThe earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?
MACBETHInto the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!
BANQUOAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 85Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?
MACBETHYour children shall be kings.
BANQUOYou shall be king.
MACBETHAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 90And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
BANQUOTo the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?
ROSSThe king hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 95His 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,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 100Strange 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.
ANGUSWe are sent
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 105To give thee from our royal master thanks;
Only to herald thee into his sight,
Not pay thee.
ROSSAnd, for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 110In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.
BANQUOWhat, can the devil speak true?
MACBETHThe thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
In borrow'd robes?
ANGUSAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 115Who 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
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 120He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
Have overthrown him.
MACBETH Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
The greatest is behind.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 125Thanks for your pains.
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
Promised no less to them?
BANQUOThat trusted home
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 130Might 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
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 135In deepest consequence.
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
MACBETH Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme. — I thank you, gentlemen.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 140 This supernatural soliciting
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
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 145Whose 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,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 150Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not.
BANQUOLook, how our partner's rapt.
MACBETH If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 155Without my stir.
BANQUONew horrors come upon him,
Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
But with the aid of use.
MACBETH Come what come may,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 160Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
BANQUOWorthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
MACBETHGive me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are register'd where every day I turn
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 165The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.
Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.
BANQUOVery gladly.
MACBETHAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 170Till then, enough. Come, friends.

ACT I

SCENE IV. Forres. The palace.

DUNCANIs execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commission yet return'd?
MALCOLMMy liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 5With 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
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 10As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As 'twere a careless trifle.
DUNCANThere's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face:
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 15He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.
O worthiest cousin!
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: thou art so far before
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 20That 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.
MACBETHAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 25The 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
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 30Safe toward your love and honour.
DUNCANWelcome 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
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 35No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
And hold thee to my heart.
BANQUOThere if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
DUNCANMy plenteous joys,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 40Wanton 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
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 45The 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.
MACBETHAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 50The 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.
DUNCANMy worthy Cawdor!
MACBETHAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 55 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,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 60Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
DUNCANTrue, 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:
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 65It is a peerless kinsman.

ACT I

SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle.

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,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 5into 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
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 10shalt 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.'
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 15Glamis 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
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 20The 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
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 25Than 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
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 30To have thee crown'd withal.
What is your tidings?
MessengerThe king comes here to-night.
LADY MACBETHThou'rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 35Would have inform'd for preparation.
MessengerSo 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 MACBETHAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 40Give him tending;
He brings great news.
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 45That 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
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 50Shake 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,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 55And 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!'
Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 60Greater 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.
MACBETHMy dearest love,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 65Duncan comes here to-night.
LADY MACBETHAnd when goes hence?
MACBETHTo-morrow, as he purposes.
LADY MACBETHO, never
Shall sun that morrow see!
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 70Your 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
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 75Must 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.
MACBETHWe will speak further.
LADY MACBETHAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 80Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.

ACT I

SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle.

DUNCANThis castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
BANQUOThis guest of summer,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 5The 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:
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 10Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.
DUNCANSee, see, our honour'd hostess!
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 15How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
LADY MACBETHAll our service
In every point twice done and then done double
Were poor and single business to contend
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 20Against 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.
DUNCANWhere's the thane of Cawdor?
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 25We 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 MACBETHAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 30Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt,
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.
DUNCANGive me your hand;
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 35Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.

ACT I

SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle.

MACBETHIf 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
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 5Might 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
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 10To 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,
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 15Who 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
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 20The 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,
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 25That 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.
How now! what news?
LADY MACBETHAct 1 Sc 7 Ln 30He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
MACBETHHath he ask'd for me?
LADY MACBETHKnow you not he has?
MACBETHWe will proceed no further in this business:
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 35Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
LADY MACBETHWas the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 40And 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
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 45Which 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?
MACBETHPrithee, peace:
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 50I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
LADY MACBETHWhat beast was't, then,
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 55And, 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
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 60How 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.
MACBETHAct 1 Sc 7 Ln 65If we should fail?
LADY MACBETHWe 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
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 70Soundly 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
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 75Their 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?
MACBETHAct 1 Sc 7 Ln 80Bring 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,
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 85That they have done't?
LADY MACBETHWho dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?
MACBETHI am settled, and bend up
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 90Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

ACT II

SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle.

BANQUOHow goes the night, boy?
FLEANCEThe moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
BANQUOAnd she goes down at twelve.
FLEANCEI take't, 'tis later, sir.
BANQUOAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 5Hold, 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
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 10Gives way to in repose!
Give me my sword.
Who's there?
MACBETHA friend.
BANQUOWhat, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 15He 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.
MACBETHAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 20Being unprepared,
Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.
BANQUOAll's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25To you they have show'd some truth.
MACBETHI 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.
BANQUOAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 30At your kind'st leisure.
MACBETHIf you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
It shall make honour for you.
BANQUOSo I lose none
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,
I shall be counsell'd.
MACBETHGood repose the while!
BANQUOThanks, sir: the like to you!
MACBETHGo bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 40She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
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
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 45To 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.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 50Thou 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,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 55Which 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
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 60Pale 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,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 65Hear 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.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 70I 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.

ACT II

SCENE II. The same.

LADY MACBETHThat 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,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 5Which 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,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10Whether they live or die.
MACBETH Who's there? what, ho!
LADY MACBETHAlack, I am afraid they have awaked,
And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done't.
My husband!
MACBETHI have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
LADY MACBETHI heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 20Did not you speak?
MACBETHWhen?
LADY MACBETHNow.
MACBETHAs I descended?
LADY MACBETHAy.
MACBETHAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 25Hark!
Who lies i' the second chamber?
LADY MACBETHDonalbain.
MACBETHThis is a sorry sight.
LADY MACBETHA foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
MACBETHAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 30There'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 MACBETHAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 35There are two lodged together.
MACBETHOne 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 MACBETHAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 40Consider it not so deeply.
MACBETHBut wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'
Stuck in my throat.
LADY MACBETHThese deeds must not be thought
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
MACBETHMethought 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,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast, —
LADY MACBETHWhat do you mean?
MACBETHStill it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 55Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'
LADY MACBETHWho 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.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 60Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there: go carry them; and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
MACBETHI'll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 65Look on't again I dare not.
LADY MACBETHInfirm 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,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 70I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal;
For it must seem their guilt.
MACBETHWhence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 75Will 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.
LADY MACBETHMy hands are of your colour; but I shame
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 80To wear a heart so white.
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
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 85Hath left you unattended.
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.
MACBETHAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 90To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!

ACT II

SCENE III. The same.

PorterHere's a knocking indeed! If a
man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
old turning the key.
Knock,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5knock, 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.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10Knock,
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,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 15yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come
in, equivocator.
Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an
English tailor come hither, for stealing out of
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 20a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may
roast your goose.
Knock,
knock; never at quiet! What are you? But
this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 25it no further: I had thought to have let in
some of all professions that go the primrose
way to the everlasting bonfire.
Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.
MACDUFFWas it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 30That 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.
MACDUFFWhat three things does drink especially provoke?
PorterAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 35Marry, 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:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 40it 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.
MACDUFFAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 45I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
PorterThat 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
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 50him.
MACDUFFIs thy master stirring?
Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.
LENNOXGood morrow, noble sir.
MACBETHGood morrow, both.
MACDUFFAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 55Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
MACBETHNot yet.
MACDUFFHe did command me to call timely on him:
I have almost slipp'd the hour.
MACBETHI'll bring you to him.
MACDUFFAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 60I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
But yet 'tis one.
MACBETHThe labour we delight in physics pain.
This is the door.
MACDUFFI'll make so bold to call,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 65For 'tis my limited service.
LENNOXGoes the king hence to-day?
MACBETHHe does: he did appoint so.
LENNOXThe night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 70Lamentings 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
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 75Was feverous and did shake.
MACBETH'Twas a rough night.
LENNOXMy young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.
MACDUFFO horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 80Cannot conceive nor name thee!
MACBETHWhat's the matter.
MACDUFFConfusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 85The life o' the building!
MACBETHWhat is 't you say? the life?
LENNOXMean you his majesty?
MACDUFFApproach the chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 90See, and then speak yourselves.
Awake, awake!
Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason!
Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 95And 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.
LADY MACBETHWhat's the business,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 100That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!
MACDUFFO gentle lady,
'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
The repetition, in a woman's ear,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 105Would murder as it fell.
O Banquo, Banquo,
Our royal master 's murder'd!
LADY MACBETHWoe, alas!
What, in our house?
BANQUOAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 110Too cruel any where.
Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,
And say it is not so.
MACBETHHad I but died an hour before this chance,
I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 115There '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.
DONALBAINWhat is amiss?
MACBETHAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 120You 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.
MACDUFFYour royal father 's murder'd.
MALCOLMO, by whom?
LENNOXAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 125Those 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
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 130Was to be trusted with them.
MACBETHO, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.
MACDUFFWherefore did you so?
MACBETHWho can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 135Loyal 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
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 140For 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 known?
LADY MACBETHAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 145Help me hence, ho!
MACDUFFLook to the lady.
MALCOLM Why do we hold our tongues,
That most may claim this argument for ours?
DONALBAIN What should be spoken here,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 150where our fate,
Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
Let 's away;
Our tears are not yet brew'd.
MALCOLM Nor our strong sorrow
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 155Upon the foot of motion.
BANQUOLook to the lady:
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
And question this most bloody piece of work,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 160To 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.
MACDUFFAnd so do I.
ALLAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 165So all.
MACBETHLet's briefly put on manly readiness,
And meet i' the hall together.
ALLWell contented.
MALCOLMWhat will you do? Let's not consort with them:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 170To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
DONALBAINTo 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,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 175The nearer bloody.
MALCOLMThis 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,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 180But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.

ACT II

SCENE IV. Outside Macbeth's castle.

Old ManThreescore 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.
ROSSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 5Ah, 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,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 10That 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,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 15Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
ROSSAnd 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
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 20War with mankind.
Old Man'Tis said they eat each other.
ROSSThey did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.
How goes the world, sir, now?
MACDUFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 25Why, see you not?
ROSSIs't known who did this more than bloody deed?
MACDUFFThose that Macbeth hath slain.
ROSSAlas, the day!
What good could they pretend?
MACDUFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 30They 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!
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 35Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
MACDUFFHe is already named, and gone to Scone
To be invested.
ROSSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 40Where is Duncan's body?
MACDUFFCarried to Colmekill,
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.
ROSSWill you to Scone?
MACDUFFAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 45No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
ROSSWell, I will thither.
MACDUFFWell, may you see things well done there: adieu!
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
ROSSFarewell, father.
Old ManAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 50God's benison go with you; and with those
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

ACT III

SCENE I. Forres. The palace.

BANQUOThou 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5But 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.
MACBETHHere's our chief guest.
LADY MACBETHIf he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all-thing unbecoming.
MACBETHAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 15To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
And I'll request your presence.
BANQUOLet your highness
Command upon me; to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20For ever knit.
MACBETHRide you this afternoon?
BANQUOAy, my good lord.
MACBETHWe should have else desired your good advice,
Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 25In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
Is't far you ride?
BANQUOAs 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
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 30For a dark hour or twain.
MACBETHFail not our feast.
BANQUOMy lord, I will not.
MACBETHWe hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
In England and in Ireland, not confessing
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 35Their 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?
BANQUOAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 40Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.
MACBETHI wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night: to make society
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 45The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!
Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
Our pleasure?
ATTENDANTThey are, my lord, without the palace gate.
MACBETHAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 50Bring them before us.
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;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 55And, 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 60Mark 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 65And 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;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 70Put 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.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 75And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!
Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
First MurdererIt was, so please your highness.
MACBETHWell then, now
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 80Have 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 85How 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 MurdererAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 90You made it known to us.
MACBETHI 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
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 95To 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 MurdererWe are men, my liege.
MACBETHAy, in the catalogue ye go for men;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 100As 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
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 105According 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 110Not 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 115Which in his death were perfect.
Second MurdererI 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 MurdererAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 120And 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.
MACBETHBoth of you
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 125Know Banquo was your enemy.
Both MurderersTrue, my lord.
MACBETHSo 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
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 130With 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 135That I to your assistance do make love,
Masking the business from the common eye
For sundry weighty reasons.
Second MurdererWe shall, my lord,
Perform what you command us.
First MurdererAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 140Though our lives —
MACBETHYour 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 145And 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
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 150Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
I'll come to you anon.
Both MurderersWe are resolved, my lord.
MACBETHI'll call upon you straight: abide within.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 155It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.

ACT III

SCENE II. The palace.

LADY MACBETHIs Banquo gone from court?
ServantAy, madam, but returns again to-night.
LADY MACBETHSay to the king, I would attend his leisure
For a few words.
ServantAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 5Madam, I will.
LADY MACBETHNought'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.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 10How 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.
MACBETHAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 15We 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,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20Ere 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 25In 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 MACBETHAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 30Come on;
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
MACBETHSo shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 35Present 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 MACBETHAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 40You must leave this.
MACBETHO, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
LADY MACBETHBut in them nature's copy's not eterne.
MACBETHThere's comfort yet; they are assailable;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45Then 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 MACBETHAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 50What's to be done?
MACBETHBe 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 55Cancel 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.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 60Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
So, prithee, go with me.

ACT III

SCENE III. A park near the palace.

First MurdererBut who did bid thee join with us?
Third MurdererMacbeth.
Second MurdererHe needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
Our offices and what we have to do
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 5To the direction just.
First MurdererThen 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
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 10The subject of our watch.
Third MurdererHark! I hear horses.
BANQUO Give us a light there, ho!
Second MurdererThen 'tis he: the rest
That are within the note of expectation
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 15Already are i' the court.
First MurdererHis horses go about.
Third MurdererAlmost a mile: but he does usually,
So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
Make it their walk.
Second MurdererAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 20A light, a light!
Third Murderer'Tis he.
First MurdererStand to't.
BANQUOIt will be rain to-night.
First MurdererLet it come down.
BANQUOAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 25O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Thou mayst revenge. O slave!
Third MurdererWho did strike out the light?
First MurdererWast not the way?
Third MurdererThere's but one down; the son is fled.
Second MurdererAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 30We have lost
Best half of our affair.
First MurdererWell, let's away, and say how much is done.

ACT III

SCENE IV. The same. Hall in the palace.

MACBETHYou know your own degrees; sit down: at first
And last the hearty welcome.
LordsThanks to your majesty.
MACBETHOurself will mingle with society,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 5And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
We will require her welcome.
LADY MACBETHPronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
For my heart speaks they are welcome.
MACBETHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 10See, 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.
There's blood on thy face.
First MurdererAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 15'Tis Banquo's then.
MACBETH'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatch'd?
First MurdererMy lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
MACBETHThou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 20That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil.
First MurdererMost royal sir,
Fleance is 'scaped.
MACBETHThen comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 25Whole 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 MurdererAy, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 30With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.
MACBETHThanks for that:
There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 35No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
We'll hear, ourselves, again.
LADY MACBETHMy royal lord,
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 40'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;
From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.
MACBETHSweet remembrancer!
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 45And health on both!
LENNOXMay't please your highness sit.
MACBETHHere had we now our country's honour roof'd,
Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 50Than pity for mischance!
ROSSHis absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
To grace us with your royal company.
MACBETHThe table's full.
LENNOXAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 55Here is a place reserved, sir.
MACBETHWhere?
LENNOXHere, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?
MACBETHWhich of you have done this?
LordsWhat, my good lord?
MACBETHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 60Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
ROSSGentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
LADY MACBETHSit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 65The 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?
MACBETHAy, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 70Which might appal the devil.
LADY MACBETHO 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,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 75Impostors 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.
MACBETHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 80Prithee, 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
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 85Shall be the maws of kites.
LADY MACBETHWhat, quite unmann'd in folly?
MACBETHIf I stand here, I saw him.
LADY MACBETHFie, for shame!
MACBETHBlood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 90Ere 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,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 95With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: this is more strange
Than such a murder is.
LADY MACBETHMy worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
MACBETHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 100I 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.
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 105I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.
LordsOur duties, and the pledge.
MACBETHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 110Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
LADY MACBETHThink of this, good peers,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 115But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
MACBETHWhat man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 120Take 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!
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 125Unreal mockery, hence!
Why, so: being gone,
I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
LADY MACBETHYou have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admired disorder.
MACBETHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 130Can 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,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 135And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine is blanched with fear.
ROSSWhat sights, my lord?
LADY MACBETHI pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
Question enrages him. At once, good night:
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 140Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
LENNOXGood night; and better health
Attend his majesty!
LADY MACBETHA kind good night to all!
MACBETHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 145It 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 MACBETHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 150Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
MACBETHHow say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding?
LADY MACBETHDid you send to him, sir?
MACBETHI hear it by the way; but I will send:
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 155There'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,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 160All 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 MACBETHAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 165You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
MACBETHCome, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
We are yet but young in deed.

ACT III

SCENE V. A Heath.

First WitchWhy, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.
HECATEHave I not reason, beldams as you are,
Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 5In 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?
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 10And, 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,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 15And 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.
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 20I 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;
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 25I'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:
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 30He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 35Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
First WitchCome, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.

ACT III

SCENE VI. Forres. The palace.

LENNOXMy former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
Which can interpret further: only, I say,
Things have been strangely borne. The
gracious Duncan
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 5Was 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
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 10It 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?
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 15Was 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 —
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 20As, 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
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 25Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?
LordThe son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth
Lives in the English court, and is received
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 30Of 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:
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 35That, 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:
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 40All which we pine for now: and this report
Hath so exasperate the king that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.
LENNOXSent he to Macduff?
LordHe did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,'
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 45The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time
That clogs me with this answer.'
LENNOXAnd that well might
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 50His 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!
LordAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 55I'll send my prayers with him.

ACT IV

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

First WitchThrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Second WitchThrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Third WitchHarpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.
First WitchRound about the cauldron go;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 5In 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.
ALLAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 10Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Second WitchFillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15Wool 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.
ALLAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 20Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Third WitchScale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 25Root 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,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 30Finger 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.
ALLAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 35Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Second WitchCool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
HECATEO well done! I commend your pains;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 40And 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.
Second WitchBy the pricking of my thumbs,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 45Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
MACBETHHow now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
What is't you do?
ALLAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 50A deed without a name.
MACBETHI 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
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 55Confound 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
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 60Of nature's germens tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken; answer me
To what I ask you.
First WitchSpeak.
Second WitchDemand.
Third WitchAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 65We'll answer.
First WitchSay, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,
Or from our masters?
MACBETHCall 'em; let me see 'em.
First WitchPour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 70Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten
From the murderer's gibbet throw
Into the flame.
ALLCome, high or low;
Thyself and office deftly show!
MACBETHAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 75Tell me, thou unknown power, —
First WitchHe knows thy thought:
Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
First ApparitionMacbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.
MACBETHAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 80Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one
word more, —
First WitchHe will not be commanded: here's another,
More potent than the first.
Second ApparitionAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 85Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
MACBETHHad I three ears, I'ld hear thee.
Second ApparitionBe bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
MACBETHAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 90Then 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.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 95What is this
That rises like the issue of a king,
And wears upon his baby-brow the round
And top of sovereignty?
ALLListen, but speak not to't.
Third ApparitionAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 100Be 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.
MACBETHAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 105That 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
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 110Shall 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?
ALLAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 115Seek to know no more.
MACBETHI 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?
First WitchShow!
Second WitchAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 120Show!
Third WitchShow!
ALLShow his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart!
MACBETHThou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 125Thy 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?
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 130Another 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;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 135For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his.
What, is this so?
First WitchAy, sir, all this is so: but why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 140Come, 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,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 145Our duties did his welcome pay.
MACBETHWhere are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
Come in, without there!
LENNOXWhat's your grace's will?
MACBETHAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 150Saw you the weird sisters?
LENNOXNo, my lord.
MACBETHCame they not by you?
LENNOXNo, indeed, my lord.
MACBETHInfected be the air whereon they ride;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 155And 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.
MACBETHFled to England!
LENNOXAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 160Ay, my good lord.
MACBETHTime, 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
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 165The 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
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 170That 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.

ACT IV

SCENE II. Fife. Macduff's castle.

LADY MACDUFFWhat had he done, to make him fly the land?
ROSSYou must have patience, madam.
LADY MACDUFFHe had none:
His flight was madness: when our actions do not,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5Our fears do make us traitors.
ROSSYou know not
Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
LADY MACDUFFWisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
His mansion and his titles in a place
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 10From 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;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 15As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.
ROSSMy dearest coz,
I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband,
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 20The 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,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 25But 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,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 30Blessing upon you!
LADY MACDUFFFather'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
ROSSI am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:
I take my leave at once.
LADY MACDUFFAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 35Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will you live?
SonAs birds do, mother.
LADY MACDUFFWhat, with worms and flies?
SonWith what I get, I mean; and so do they.
LADY MACDUFFAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 40Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,
The pitfall nor the gin.
SonWhy should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
My father is not dead, for all your saying.
LADY MACDUFFYes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
SonAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 45Nay, how will you do for a husband?
LADY MACDUFFWhy, I can buy me twenty at any market.
SonThen you'll buy 'em to sell again.
LADY MACDUFFThou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith,
With wit enough for thee.
SonAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 50Was my father a traitor, mother?
LADY MACDUFFAy, that he was.
SonWhat is a traitor?
LADY MACDUFFWhy, one that swears and lies.
SonAnd be all traitors that do so?
LADY MACDUFFAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 55Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
SonAnd must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
LADY MACDUFFEvery one.
SonWho must hang them?
LADY MACDUFFWhy, the honest men.
SonAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 60Then the liars and swearers are fools,
for there are liars and swearers enow to beat
the honest men and hang up them.
LADY MACDUFFNow, God help thee, poor monkey!
But how wilt thou do for a father?
SonAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 65If 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 MACDUFFPoor prattler, how thou talk'st!
MessengerBless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 70Though 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;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 75To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
I dare abide no longer.
LADY MACDUFFWhither should I fly?
I have done no harm. But I remember now
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 80I 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?
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 85What are these faces?
First MurdererWhere is your husband?
LADY MACDUFFI hope, in no place so unsanctified
Where such as thou mayst find him.
First MurdererHe's a traitor.
SonAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 90Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain!
First MurdererWhat, you egg!
Young fry of treachery!
SonHe has kill'd me, mother:
Run away, I pray you!

ACT IV

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

MALCOLMLet us seek out some desolate shade, and there
Weep our sad bosoms empty.
MACDUFFLet us rather
Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 5Bestride 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.
MALCOLMAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 10What 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 15Was 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 20To appease an angry god.
MACDUFFI am not treacherous.
MALCOLMBut Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 25your 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.
MACDUFFAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 30I have lost my hopes.
MALCOLMPerchance 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 35Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,
Whatever I shall think.
MACDUFFBleed, bleed, poor country!
Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 40For 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 45And the rich East to boot.
MALCOLMBe 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 50Is 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 55Or 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.
MACDUFFWhat should he be?
MALCOLMAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 60It 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 65With my confineless harms.
MACDUFFNot in the legions
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
In evils to top Macbeth.
MALCOLMI grant him bloody,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 70Luxurious, 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 75The 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.
MACDUFFBoundless intemperance
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 80In 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 85And 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.
MALCOLMAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 90With 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:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 95And 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.
MACDUFFThis avarice
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 100Sticks 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 105With other graces weigh'd.
MALCOLMBut I have none: the king-becoming graces,
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 110I 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 115All unity on earth.
MACDUFFO Scotland, Scotland!
MALCOLMIf such a one be fit to govern, speak:
I am as I have spoken.
MACDUFFFit to govern!
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 120No, 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 125And 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 130Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast,
Thy hope ends here!
MALCOLMMacduff, this noble passion,
Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 135To 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 140I 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 145Scarcely 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 150Is 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 155Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?
MACDUFFSuch welcome and unwelcome things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.
MALCOLMWell; more anon. — Comes the king forth, I pray you?
DoctorAy, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 160That 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.
MALCOLMI thank you, doctor.
MACDUFFAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 165What'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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 170Himself 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 175To 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.
MACDUFFAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 180See, who comes here?
MALCOLMMy countryman; but yet I know him not.
MACDUFFMy ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
MALCOLMI know him now. Good God, betimes remove
The means that makes us strangers!
ROSSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 185Sir, amen.
MACDUFFStands Scotland where it did?
ROSSAlas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 190But 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 195Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying or ere they sicken.
MACDUFFO, relation
Too nice, and yet too true!
MALCOLMWhat's the newest grief?
ROSSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 200That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
Each minute teems a new one.
MACDUFFHow does my wife?
ROSSWhy, well.
MACDUFFAnd all my children?
ROSSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 205Well too.
MACDUFFThe tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
ROSSNo; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.
MACDUFFBut not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?
ROSSWhen I came hither to transport the tidings,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 210Which 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 215Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
To doff their dire distresses.
MALCOLMBe't their comfort
We are coming thither: gracious England hath
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 220An older and a better soldier none
That Christendom gives out.
ROSSWould I could answer
This comfort with the like! But I have words
That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 225Where hearing should not latch them.
MACDUFFWhat concern they?
The general cause? or is it a fee-grief
Due to some single breast?
ROSSNo mind that's honest
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 230But in it shares some woe; though the main part
Pertains to you alone.
MACDUFFIf it be mine,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
ROSSLet not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 235Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
That ever yet they heard.
MACDUFFHum! I guess at it.
ROSSYour castle is surprised; your wife and babes
Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 240Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
To add the death of you.
MALCOLMMerciful heaven!
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 245Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
MACDUFFMy children too?
ROSSWife, children, servants, all
That could be found.
MACDUFFAnd I must be from thence!
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 250My wife kill'd too?
ROSSI have said.
MALCOLMBe comforted:
Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief.
MACDUFFAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 255He 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?
MALCOLMDispute it like a man.
MACDUFFAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 260I 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 265They 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!
MALCOLMBe this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
MACDUFFAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 270O, 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 275Heaven forgive him too!
MALCOLMThis 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
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 280Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may:
The night is long that never finds the day.

ACT V

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

DoctorI have two nights watched with you, but can perceive
no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?
GentlewomanSince his majesty went into the field, I have seen
her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 5her, 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.
DoctorA great perturbation in nature, to receive at once
the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 10watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her
walking and other actual performances, what, at any
time, have you heard her say?
GentlewomanThat, sir, which I will not report after her.
DoctorYou may to me: and 'tis most meet you should.
GentlewomanAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 15Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to
confirm my speech.
Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise;
and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.
DoctorHow came she by that light?
GentlewomanAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 20Why, it stood by her: she has light by her
continually; 'tis her command.
DoctorYou see, her eyes are open.
GentlewomanAy, but their sense is shut.
DoctorWhat is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
GentlewomanAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 25It 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 MACBETHYet here's a spot.
DoctorHark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
LADY MACBETHOut, damned spot! out, I say! — One: two: why,
then, 'tis time to do't. — Hell is murky! — Fie, my
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
fear who knows it, when none can call our power to
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35account? — Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him.
DoctorDo you mark that?
LADY MACBETHThe thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now? —
What, will these hands ne'er be clean? — No more o'
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with
this starting.
DoctorGo to, go to; you have known what you should not.
GentlewomanShe has spoke what she should not, I am sure of
that: heaven knows what she has known.
LADY MACBETHAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 45Here's the smell of the blood still: all the
perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
hand. Oh, oh, oh!
DoctorWhat a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
GentlewomanI would not have such a heart in my bosom for the
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 50dignity of the whole body.
DoctorWell, well, well, —
GentlewomanPray God it be, sir.
DoctorThis disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known
those which have walked in their sleep who have died
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55holily in their beds.
LADY MACBETHWash 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.
DoctorEven so?
LADY MACBETHAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 60To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate:
come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's
done cannot be undone. — To bed, to bed, to bed!
DoctorWill she go now to bed?
GentlewomanDirectly.
DoctorAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 65Foul 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;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 70Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night:
My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.
I think, but dare not speak.
GentlewomanGood night, good doctor.

ACT V

SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane.

MENTEITHThe 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
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 5Excite the mortified man.
ANGUSNear Birnam wood
Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
CAITHNESSWho knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
LENNOXFor certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 10Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
And many unrough youths that even now
Protest their first of manhood.
MENTEITHWhat does the tyrant?
CAITHNESSGreat Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 15Some 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.
ANGUSNow does he feel
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 20His 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
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 25Upon a dwarfish thief.
MENTEITHWho then shall blame
His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself for being there?
CAITHNESSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 30Well, 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.
LENNOXAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 35Or so much as it needs,
To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.
Make we our march towards Birnam.

ACT V

SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle.

MACBETHBring 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
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 5All 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:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 10The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where got'st thou that goose look?
ServantThere is ten thousand —
MACBETHAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 15Geese, villain!
ServantSoldiers, sir.
MACBETHGo 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
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 20Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
ServantThe English force, so please you.
MACBETHTake thy face hence.
Seyton! — I am sick at heart,
When I behold — Seyton, I say! — This push
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 25Will 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,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 30I 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!
SEYTONWhat is your gracious pleasure?
MACBETHWhat news more?
SEYTONAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 35All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.
MACBETHI'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
Give me my armour.
SEYTON'Tis not needed yet.
MACBETHI'll put it on.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 40Send out more horses; skirr the country round;
Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
How does your patient, doctor?
DoctorNot so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 45That keep her from her rest.
MACBETHCure 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
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 50And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
DoctorTherein the patient
Must minister to himself.
MACBETHAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 55Throw 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,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 60And 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?
DoctorAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 65Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
Makes us hear something.
MACBETHBring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
DoctorAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 70 Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
Profit again should hardly draw me here.

ACT V

SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood.

MALCOLMCousins, I hope the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.
MENTEITHWe doubt it nothing.
SIWARDWhat wood is this before us?
MENTEITHAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 5The wood of Birnam.
MALCOLMLet 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.
SoldiersAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 10It shall be done.
SIWARDWe learn no other but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before 't.
MALCOLM'Tis his main hope:
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 15For 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.
MACDUFFLet our just censures
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 20Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.
SIWARDThe time approaches
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have and what we owe.
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 25Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which advance the war.

ACT V

SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle.

MACBETHHang 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:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 5Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home.
What is that noise?
SEYTONIt is the cry of women, my good lord.
MACBETHAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 10I 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;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 15Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.
Wherefore was that cry?
SEYTONThe queen, my lord, is dead.
MACBETHShe should have died hereafter;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 20There 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
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 25The 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,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 30Signifying nothing.
Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
MessengerGracious my lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do it.
MACBETHAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 35Well, say, sir.
MessengerAs I did stand my watch upon the hill,
I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move.
MACBETHLiar and slave!
MessengerAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 40Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
Within this three mile may you see it coming;
I say, a moving grove.
MACBETHIf thou speak'st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 45Till 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
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 50Do 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,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 55And 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.

ACT V

SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle.

MALCOLMNow 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
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 5Shall take upon 's what else remains to do,
According to our order.
SIWARDFare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
MACDUFFAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 10Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

ACT V

SCENE VII. Another part of the field.

MACBETHThey 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.
YOUNG SIWARDAct 5 Sc 7 Ln 5What is thy name?
MACBETHThou'lt be afraid to hear it.
YOUNG SIWARDNo; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.
MACBETHMy name's Macbeth.
YOUNG SIWARDAct 5 Sc 7 Ln 10The devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.
MACBETHNo, nor more fearful.
YOUNG SIWARDThou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
MACBETHAct 5 Sc 7 Ln 15Thou wast born of woman
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
MACDUFFThat way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 20My 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;
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 25By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.
SIWARDThis way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 30The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.
MALCOLMWe have met with foes
That strike beside us.
SIWARDAct 5 Sc 7 Ln 35Enter, sir, the castle.

ACT V

SCENE VIII. Another part of the field.

MACBETHWhy should I play the Roman fool, and die
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
MACDUFFTurn, hell-hound, turn!
MACBETHAct 5 Sc 8 Ln 5Of all men else I have avoided thee:
But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
MACDUFFI have no words:
My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 10Than terms can give thee out!
MACBETHThou 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;
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 15I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
To one of woman born.
MACDUFFDespair thy charm;
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 20Untimely ripp'd.
MACBETHAccursed 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;
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 25That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.
MACDUFFThen yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 30Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
'Here may you see the tyrant.'
MACBETHI will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 35Though 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!'
MALCOLMAct 5 Sc 8 Ln 40I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
SIWARDSome must go off: and yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
MALCOLMMacduff is missing, and your noble son.
ROSSYour son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 45He 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.
SIWARDThen he is dead?
ROSSAct 5 Sc 8 Ln 50Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
SIWARDHad he his hurts before?
ROSSAy, on the front.
SIWARDAct 5 Sc 8 Ln 55Why 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.
MALCOLMHe's worth more sorrow,
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 60And that I'll spend for him.
SIWARDHe's worth no more
They say he parted well, and paid his score:
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
MACDUFFHail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 65The 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!
ALLAct 5 Sc 8 Ln 70Hail, King of Scotland!
MALCOLMWe 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
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 75In 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
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 80Of 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:
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 85So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.