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His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Serv. There is ten thousand-
Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy Ang. Near Birnam wood
fear, Shall we well meet them; that way are they Thou lily-liver'd boy, What soldiers, patch ? coming.
Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheybrother?
face? Len. For certain, sir, he is not : I have a file Serv. The English force, so please you. Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son,
Macb. Take thy face hence.--Seyton !-I am And many unrough youths, that even now
sick at heart, Protest their first of manhood.
When I behold-Seyton, I say !—This push Ment. What does the tyrant ?
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : | I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Is fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf : Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, And tnat, which should accompany old age, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Within the belt of rule.
I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Ang. Now does he feel
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, His secret murders sticking on his hands ;
breath, Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare Those he commands, move only in command, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief.
Enter Seyron. Ment. Who then shall blame
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
Macb. What news more? When all, that is within him, does condemn Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reItself, for being there?
ported. Cath. Well, march we on,
Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones
flesh To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd :
Macb. I'll put it on.
Send out more horses, skirr the country round; To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine
weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam.
How does your patient, doctor? [Exeunt, marching. Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A room in the castle. That keep her from her rest.
Macb. Cure her of that : Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.
Canst thou not ininister to a mind diseas’d; Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; fly all ;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Mal- Cleanse the stuffod bosom of that perilous stuff, colm ?
Which weighs upon the heart? Was he not born of woman? The spirits, that Doct. Therein the patient know
Must minister to himself. All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus : Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of womun,
it. Shall e'er have power on thee. Then fly, false Come, put mine armour on ; give me my staff :thanes,
Seyton, send out.—Doctor, the thanes fly from
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health, The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd I would applaud thee to the very echo, loon!
That should applaud again.-Pull’t off, I say.Where got'st thou that goose look ?
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
Would scour these English hence ? --Hearest Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. thou of them?
Mach. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: Doct. Ay, my good lord ; your royal prepara- The time has been, my senses would have cool'd tion
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Makes us hear something.
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir Macb. Bring it after me.
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Erit. Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that cry?
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. Macb. She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word. SCENE IV.–Country near Dunsinane: A wood To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, in view.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time; Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
SIWARD, and his Son, MACDUFF, Menteth, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Cathness, Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and Sol- Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, diers, marching
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at And then is heard no more: it is a tale hand,
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Enter a Messenger.
Thou com’st to use thy tongue; thy story Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a quickly. bough,
Macb. Well, say, sir.
Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, tyrant
The wood began to move. Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Macb. Liar, and slave ! [Striking him. Our setting down before't.
Mess. Let meendure your wrath, it't be not so: Mal. 'Tis his main hope :
Within this three mile you may see it coining; For where there is advantage to be given, I say, a moving grove. Both more and less hath given him the revolt; Mach. If thou speak'st false, And none serve with him but constrained things, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Whose hearts are absent too.
Till famine cling thee: If thy speech be sooth, Macd. Let our just censures
I care not if thou dost for me as much.Attend the true event, and put we on
I pull in resolution; and begin Industrious soldiership.
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, Siw. The time approaches,
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam rod That will with due decision make us know Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Comes toward Dunsinane.--Arm, arm, and Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; out !But certain issue strokes must arbitrate : If this, which he avouches, does appear, Towards which, advance the war.
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. [Exeunt, marching. I'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
And wish the estate of the world were now unSCENE V.--Dunsinane. Within the castle.
Ring the alarum bell :-Blow, wind ! come, Enter, with drums and colours, Macbeth,
wrack ! SEYTON, and Soldiers.
At least we'll die with harness on our back. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward
[Exeunt. walls : The cry is still, They come : Our castle's strength SCENE VI.--The same. A plain before the Will laugh a siege to scorn : here let them lie,
castle. Till famine, and the ague, eat them up: Were they not forc'd with those that should be Enter, with drums and colours, Malcolm, old ours,
SIWARD, MACDUFF, fc. and their army,
teith We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
boughs. And beat them backward home. What is that Mal. Now near enough ; your leavy screens
noise ? [A cry within, of Women, throw down,
And show like those you are:-You, worthyuncle, The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
And little is to do.
That strike beside us.
Siw. Enter, sir, the castle. [Exeunt. Alarums. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Re-enter MACBETH. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, them all breath,
and die Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the [Exeunt. Alarums continued. gashes
Do better upon them. SCENE VII.-The same. Another part of the
Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I can- But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd not fly,
With blood of thine already. But, bear-like, I must fight the course.—What's Macd. I have no words, he,
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain That was not born of woman? Such a one Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. Am I to fear, or none.
Macb. Thou losest labour :
As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed : Yo. Siw. What is thy name?
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; Mach. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a To one of woman born. hotter name
Macd. Despair thy charm; Than any is in hell.
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Macb. My name's Macbeth.
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pro- Untimely ripp'd. nounce a title
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, More hateful to mine ear.
For it hath cow'd my better part of man! Macb. No, nor more fearful.
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my That palter with us in a double sense ; sword
That keep the word of promise to our ear, I'll prove the lie thou speak’st.
And break it to our hope.--I'll not fight with [They fight, and young Siward is slain. thee. Macb. Thou wast born of woman.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward, But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, And live to be the show and gaze o’the time. Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
[Exit. Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit,
Here may you see the tyrant.
Macb. I'll not yield, Macd. That way the noise is :—Tyrant, show To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, thy face:
And to be baited with the rabble's curse. If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. And thou oppos’d, being of no woman born, I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Yet I will try the last : Before my body Are hir’d to bear their staves ; either thou, Mac- I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff; beth,
And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
[Exeunt, fighting I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st
Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and By this great clatter, one of greatest note
colours, Malcolm, old SIWARD, Rosse, LESeems bruited : Let me find him, fortune !
Nox, Angus, CATHNESS, Menteth, and
Soldiers. And more I beg not. [Exit. Alarum.
Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe Enter Malcolm and old SIWARD.
arriv'd. Siw. This way, my lord ;-the castle’s gently Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, render'd:
So great a day as this is cheaply bought. The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: debt:
I see thee compass’d with thy kingdom's pearl, He only liv'd but till he was a man ;
That speak my salutation in their minds; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm’d Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, In the unshrinking station where he fought, Hail, king of Scotland ! But like a man he died.
All. King of Scotland, hail ! [Flourish. Siw. Then he is dead ?
Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your
time, cause of sorrow
Before we reckon with your several loves, Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then And make us even with you. My thanes and It hath no end.
kinsmen, Siw. Had he his hurts before?
Henceforth be earls ; the first, that ever Scotland Rosse. Ay, on the front.
In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, Siw. Why, then God's soldier be he! Which would be planted newly with the time,Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
As calling home our exild friends abroad, I would not wish them to a fairer death : That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; And so his knell is knoll’d.
Producing forth the cruel ministers Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ; And that I'll spend for him.
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands Siw. He's worth no more ;
Took off her life ; This, and what needful They say, he parted well, and paid his score:
else So, God be with him !--Here comes newer comfort. That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head on a So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
We will perform in measure, time, and place: pole.
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Macd. Hail, king ! for so thou art: Behold,
[Flourish. Escant where stands
PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.
LEWIS, the dauphin. Prince Henry, his son ; afterwards king Henry Archduke of Austria.
Cardinal PANDULPH, the Pope's legate. ARTHUR, duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late Melun, a French lord.
duke of Bretagne, the elder brother of King John. Chatillon, ambassador from France to king William MARESHALL, earl of Pembroke. John. GEPPREY Fırz-Peter, earl of Essex, chief justiciary of England.
ELINOR, the widow of king Henry II. and moWilliam LongSWORD, earl of Salisbury. ther of king John. Robert Bigot, earl of Norfolk.
Constance, mother to Arthur. Hubert DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the king; BLANCH, daughter to Alphonso, king of Castile, Robert FaulcONBRIDGE, son of Sir Robert and niece to king John. Faulconbridge :
Lady FaulCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard. Philip FAULCONBRIDGE, his half-brother, bas- and Robert Faulconbridge.
tard son to king Richard the first. JAMES Gurney, servant to lady Faulconbridge. Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, HePETER of Pomfret, a prophet.
ralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other
Attendants. Philip, king of France.
SCENE,—sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
SCENE I.- Northampton. A Room of state in | In my behaviour, to the majesty, the palace.
The borrow'd majesty of England here. Enter Ring John, Queen Elinor, PEMBROKE,
Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty!
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the emEssex, SALISBURY, and others, with Cha- bassy
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of To this fair island, and the territories ;
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine :
France with us?