- 1 Plot
- 1.1 Act I
- 1.2 Act II
- 1.3 Act III
- 1.4 Act IV
- 1.5 Act V
| Setting: A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches
First Witch: When shall we three meet again
Second Witch: When the hurlyburly's done,
Third Witch: That will be ere the set of sun.
First Witch: Where the place?
Second Witch: Upon the heath.
Third Witch: There to meet with Macbeth.
First Witch: I come, Graymalkin!
Second Witch: Paddock calls.
Third Witch: Anon.
ALL: Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
|Three witches meet and cast spells. They agree to meet again on the heath after the end of the war, where they will meet Macbeth.|
| SCENE II. A camp near Forres. Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN:, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant
DUNCAN: What bloody man is that? He can report,
MALCOLM: This is the sergeant
Sergeant: Doubtful it stood;
DUNCAN: O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sergeant: As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
DUNCAN: Dismay'd not this
DUNCAN: So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
MALCOLM: The worthy thane of Ross.
LENNOX: What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
ROSS: God save the king!
DUNCAN: Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
ROSS: From Fife, great king;
DUNCAN: Great happiness!
ROSS: That now
DUNCAN: No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
ROSS: I'll see it done.
DUNCAN: What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt]
| SCENE III. A heath near Forres.: Thunder. Enter the three Witches
First Witch: Where hast thou been, sister?
Second Witch: Killing swine.
Third Witch: Sister, where thou?
First Witch: A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
Second Witch: I'll give thee a wind.
First Witch: Thou'rt kind.
Third Witch: And I another.
First Witch: I myself have all the other,
Second Witch: Show me, show me.
First Witch: Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Third Witch: A drum, a drum!
ALL: The weird sisters, hand in hand,
MACBETH: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
BANQUO: How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
MACBETH: Speak, if you can: what are you?
First Witch: All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
Second Witch: All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
Third Witch: All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
BANQUO: Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
First Witch: Hail!
Second Witch: Hail!
Third Witch: Hail!
First Witch: Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Second Witch: Not so happy, yet much happier.
Third Witch: Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
First Witch: Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
MACBETH: Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
BANQUO: The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
MACBETH: Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
BANQUO: Were such things here as we do speak about?
MACBETH: Your children shall be kings.
BANQUO: You shall be king.
MACBETH: And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
BANQUO: To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?: Enter ROSS and ANGUS
ROSS: The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
ANGUS: We are sent
ROSS: And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
BANQUO: What, can the devil speak true?
MACBETH: The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
ANGUS: Who was the thane lives yet;
MACBETH: [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
BANQUO: That trusted home
MACBETH: [Aside] Two truths are told,
BANQUO: Look, how our partner's rapt.
MACBETH: [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
BANQUO: New horrors come upon him,
MACBETH: [Aside] Come what come may,
BANQUO: Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
MACBETH: Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
BANQUO: Very gladly.
MACBETH: Till then, enough. Come, friends. [Exeunt]
SCENE IV. Forres. The palace. [Flourish]. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN:, LENNOX, and Attendants
DUNCAN: Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
MALCOLM: My liege,
DUNCAN: There's no art
MACBETH: The service and the loyalty I owe,
DUNCAN: Welcome hither:
BANQUO: There if I grow,
DUNCAN: My plenteous joys,
MACBETH: The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
DUNCAN: My worthy Cawdor!
MACBETH: [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
DUNCAN: True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle. Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter
LADY MACBETH: 'They met me in the day of success: and I have
Messenger: The king comes here to-night.
LADY MACBETH: Thou'rt mad to say it:
Messenger: So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:
LADY MACBETH: Give him tending;
MACBETH: My dearest love,
LADY MACBETH: And when goes hence?
MACBETH: To-morrow, as he purposes.
LADY MACBETH: O, never
MACBETH: We will speak further.
LADY MACBETH: Only look up clear;
SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN:, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants
DUNCAN: This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
BANQUO: This guest of summer,
DUNCAN: See, see, our honour'd hostess!
LADY MACBETH: All our service
DUNCAN: Where's the thane of Cawdor?
LADY MACBETH: Your servants ever
DUNCAN: Give me your hand;
SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH
MACBETH: If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
LADY MACBETH: He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
MACBETH: Hath he ask'd for me?
LADY MACBETH: Know you not he has?
MACBETH: We will proceed no further in this business:
LADY MACBETH: Was the hope drunk
MACBETH: Prithee, peace:
LADY MACBETH: What beast was't, then,
MACBETH: If we should fail?
LADY MACBETH: We fail!
MACBETH: Bring forth men-children only;
LADY MACBETH: Who dares receive it other,
MACBETH: I am settled, and bend up
SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him
BANQUO: How goes the night, boy?
FLEANCE: The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
BANQUO: And she goes down at twelve.
FLEANCE: I take't, 'tis later, sir.
BANQUO: Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven;
MACBETH: A friend.
BANQUO: What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
MACBETH: Being unprepared,
BANQUO: All's well.
MACBETH: I think not of them:
BANQUO: At your kind'st leisure.
MACBETH: If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
BANQUO: So I lose none
MACBETH: Good repose the while!
BANQUO: Thanks, sir: the like to you! [Exeunt] BANQUO and FLEANCE
MACBETH: Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
SCENE II. The same. Enter LADY MACBETH
LADY MACBETH: That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
MACBETH: [Within] Who's there? what, ho!
LADY MACBETH: Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
MACBETH: I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
LADY MACBETH: I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
LADY MACBETH: Now.
MACBETH: As I descended?
LADY MACBETH: Ay.
LADY MACBETH: Donalbain.
MACBETH: This is a sorry sight. Looking on his hands
LADY MACBETH: A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
MACBETH: There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried
LADY MACBETH: There are two lodged together.
MACBETH: One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other;
LADY MACBETH: Consider it not so deeply.
MACBETH: But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
LADY MACBETH: These deeds must not be thought
MACBETH: Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
LADY MACBETH: What do you mean?
MACBETH: Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
LADY MACBETH: Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
MACBETH: I'll go no more:
LADY MACBETH: Infirm of purpose!
MACBETH: Whence is that knocking?
LADY MACBETH: My hands are of your colour; but I shame
MACBETH: To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. Knocking within
SCENE III. The same. Knocking within. Enter a Porter
Porter: Here's a knocking indeed! If a
MACDUFF: Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
Porter: 'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
MACDUFF: What three things does drink especially provoke?
Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and
MACDUFF: I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
Porter: That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
MACDUFF: Is thy master stirring?: Enter MACBETH
LENNOX: Good morrow, noble sir.
MACBETH: Good morrow, both.
MACDUFF: Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
MACBETH: Not yet.
MACDUFF: He did command me to call timely on him:
MACBETH: I'll bring you to him.
MACDUFF: I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
MACBETH: The labour we delight in physics pain.
MACDUFF: I'll make so bold to call,
LENNOX: Goes the king hence to-day?
MACBETH: He does: he did appoint so.
LENNOX: The night has been unruly: where we lay,
MACBETH: 'Twas a rough night.
LENNOX: My young remembrance cannot parallel
MACDUFF: O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
MACBETH LENNOX: What's the matter.
MACDUFF: Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
MACBETH: What is 't you say? the life?
LENNOX: Mean you his majesty?
MACDUFF: Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
LADY MACBETH: What's the business,
MACDUFF: O gentle lady,
LADY MACBETH: Woe, alas!
BANQUO: Too cruel any where.
MACBETH: Had I but died an hour before this chance,
DONALBAIN: What is amiss?
MACBETH: You are, and do not know't:
MACDUFF: Your royal father 's murder'd.
MALCOLM: O, by whom?
LENNOX: Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't:
MACBETH: O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
MACDUFF: Wherefore did you so?
MACBETH: Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
LADY MACBETH: Help me hence, ho!
MACDUFF: Look to the lady.
MALCOLM: [Aside to DONALBAIN:] Why do we hold our tongues,
DONALBAIN: [Aside to MALCOLM] What should be spoken here,
MALCOLM: [Aside to DONALBAIN:] Nor our strong sorrow
BANQUO: Look to the lady:: LADY MACBETH is carried out
MACDUFF: And so do I.
ALL: So all.
MACBETH: Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
ALL: Well contented. [Exeunt] all but Malcolm and Donalbain.
MALCOLM: What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
DONALBAIN: To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
MALCOLM: This murderous shaft that's shot
SCENE IV. Outside Macbeth's castle. Enter ROSS and an old Man
Old Man: Threescore and ten I can remember well:
ROSS: Ah, good father,
Old Man: 'Tis unnatural,
ROSS: And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
Old Man: 'Tis said they eat each other.
ROSS: They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
MACDUFF: Why, see you not?
ROSS: Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?
MACDUFF: Those that Macbeth hath slain.
ROSS: Alas, the day!
MACDUFF: They were suborn'd:
ROSS: 'Gainst nature still!
MACDUFF: He is already named, and gone to Scone
ROSS: Where is Duncan's body?
MACDUFF: Carried to Colmekill,
ROSS: Will you to Scone?
MACDUFF: No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
ROSS: Well, I will thither.
MACDUFF: Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
ROSS: Farewell, father.
Old Man: God's benison go with you; and with those
SCENE I. Forres. The palace. Enter BANQUO
BANQUO: Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
MACBETH: Here's our chief guest.
LADY MACBETH: If he had been forgotten,
MACBETH: To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
BANQUO: Let your highness
MACBETH: Ride you this afternoon?
BANQUO: Ay, my good lord.
MACBETH: We should have else desired your good advice,
BANQUO: As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
MACBETH: Fail not our feast.
BANQUO: My lord, I will not.
MACBETH: We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
BANQUO: Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.
MACBETH: I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
ATTENDANT: They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
MACBETH: Bring them before us. [Exit] Attendant
First Murderer: It was, so please your highness.
MACBETH: Well then, now
First Murderer: You made it known to us.
MACBETH: I did so, and went further, which is now
First Murderer: We are men, my liege.
MACBETH: Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
Second Murderer: I am one, my liege,
First Murderer: And I another
MACBETH: Both of you
Both Murderers: True, my lord.
MACBETH: So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
Second Murderer: We shall, my lord,
First Murderer: Though our lives--
MACBETH: Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
Both Murderers: We are resolved, my lord.
MACBETH: I'll call upon you straight: abide within. [Exeunt] Murderers
SCENE II. The palace. Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant
LADY MACBETH: Is Banquo gone from court?
Servant: Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.
LADY MACBETH: Say to the king, I would attend his leisure
Servant: Madam, I will. [Exit]
LADY MACBETH: Nought's had, all's spent,
MACBETH: We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:
LADY MACBETH: Come on;
MACBETH: So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
LADY MACBETH: You must leave this.
MACBETH: O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
LADY MACBETH: But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
MACBETH: There's comfort yet; they are assailable;
LADY MACBETH: What's to be done?
MACBETH: Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
SCENE III. A park near the palace. Enter three Murderers
First Murderer: But who did bid thee join with us?
Third Murderer: Macbeth.
Second Murderer: He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
First Murderer: Then stand with us.
Third Murderer: Hark! I hear horses.
BANQUO: [Within] Give us a light there, ho!
Second Murderer: Then 'tis he: the rest
First Murderer: His horses go about.
Third Murderer: Almost a mile: but he does usually,
Second Murderer: A light, a light!: Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch
Third Murderer: 'Tis he.
First Murderer: Stand to't.
BANQUO: It will be rain to-night.
First Murderer: Let it come down. They set upon BANQUO
BANQUO: O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Third Murderer: Who did strike out the light?
First Murderer: Wast not the way?
Third Murderer: There's but one down; the son is fled.
Second Murderer: We have lost
First Murderer: Well, let's away, and say how much is done. [Exeunt]
SCENE IV. The same. Hall in the palace. A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants
MACBETH: You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
Lords: Thanks to your majesty.
MACBETH: Ourself will mingle with society,
LADY MACBETH: Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
MACBETH: See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
First Murderer: 'Tis Banquo's then.
MACBETH: 'Tis better thee without than he within.
First Murderer: My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
MACBETH: Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good
First Murderer: Most royal sir,
MACBETH: Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,
First Murderer: Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
MACBETH: Thanks for that:
LADY MACBETH: My royal lord,
MACBETH: Sweet remembrancer!
LENNOX: May't please your highness sit. The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place
MACBETH: Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
ROSS: His absence, sir,
MACBETH: The table's full.
LENNOX: Here is a place reserved, sir.
LENNOX: Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?
MACBETH: Which of you have done this?
Lords: What, my good lord?
MACBETH: Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
ROSS: Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
LADY MACBETH: Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
MACBETH: Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
LADY MACBETH: O proper stuff!
MACBETH: Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!
LADY MACBETH: What, quite unmann'd in folly?
MACBETH: If I stand here, I saw him.
LADY MACBETH: Fie, for shame!
MACBETH: Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
LADY MACBETH: My worthy lord,
MACBETH: I do forget.
Lords: Our duties, and the pledge. Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO
MACBETH: Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
LADY MACBETH: Think of this, good peers,
MACBETH: What man dare, I dare:
LADY MACBETH: You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
MACBETH: Can such things be,
ROSS: What sights, my lord?
LADY MACBETH: I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
LENNOX: Good night; and better health
LADY MACBETH: A kind good night to all! [Exeunt] all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH
MACBETH: It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:
LADY MACBETH: Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
MACBETH: How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
LADY MACBETH: Did you send to him, sir?
MACBETH: I hear it by the way; but I will send:
LADY MACBETH: You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
MACBETH: Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
SCENE V. A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE
First Witch: Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.
HECATE: Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
First Witch: Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. [Exeunt]
SCENE VI. Forres. The palace. Enter LENNOX and another Lord
LENNOX: My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
Lord: The son of Duncan,
LENNOX: Sent he to Macduff?
Lord: He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,'
LENNOX: And that well might
Lord: I'll send my prayers with him. [Exeunt]
SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches
First Witch: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Second Witch: Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Third Witch: Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.
First Witch: Round about the cauldron go;
ALL: Double, double toil and trouble;
Second Witch: Fillet of a fenny snake,
ALL: Double, double toil and trouble;
Third Witch: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
ALL: Double, double toil and trouble;
Second Witch: Cool it with a baboon's blood,
HECATE: O well done! I commend your pains;
Second Witch: By the pricking of my thumbs,
MACBETH: How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
ALL: A deed without a name.
MACBETH: I conjure you, by that which you profess,
First Witch: Speak.
Second Witch: Demand.
Third Witch: We'll answer.
First Witch: Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,
MACBETH: Call 'em; let me see 'em.
First Witch: Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
ALL: Come, high or low;
MACBETH: Tell me, thou unknown power,--
First Witch: He knows thy thought:
First Apparition: Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
MACBETH: Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
First Witch: He will not be commanded: here's another,
Second Apparition: Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
MACBETH: Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.
Second Apparition: Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
MACBETH: Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
ALL: Listen, but speak not to't.
Third Apparition: Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
MACBETH: That will never be
ALL: Seek to know no more.
MACBETH: I will be satisfied: deny me this,
First Witch: Show!
Second Witch: Show!
Third Witch: Show!
ALL: Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
MACBETH: Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
First Witch: Ay, sir, all this is so: but why
MACBETH: Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
LENNOX: What's your grace's will?
MACBETH: Saw you the weird sisters?
LENNOX: No, my lord.
MACBETH: Came they not by you?
LENNOX: No, indeed, my lord.
MACBETH: Infected be the air whereon they ride;
LENNOX: 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
MACBETH: Fled to England!
LENNOX: Ay, my good lord.
MACBETH: Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:
SCENE II. Fife. Macduff's castle. Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and ROSS
LADY MACDUFF: What had he done, to make him fly the land?
ROSS: You must have patience, madam.
LADY MACDUFF: He had none:
ROSS: You know not
LADY MACDUFF: Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
ROSS: My dearest coz,
LADY MACDUFF: Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
ROSS: I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
LADY MACDUFF: Sirrah, your father's dead;
Son: As birds do, mother.
LADY MACDUFF: What, with worms and flies?
Son: With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
LADY MACDUFF: Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,
Son: Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
LADY MACDUFF: Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
Son: Nay, how will you do for a husband?
LADY MACDUFF: Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
Son: Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
LADY MACDUFF: Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith,
Son: Was my father a traitor, mother?
LADY MACDUFF: Ay, that he was.
Son: What is a traitor?
LADY MACDUFF: Why, one that swears and lies.
Son: And be all traitors that do so?
LADY MACDUFF: Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
Son: And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
LADY MACDUFF: Every one.
Son: Who must hang them?
LADY MACDUFF: Why, the honest men.
Son: Then the liars and swearers are fools,
LADY MACDUFF: Now, God help thee, poor monkey!
Son: If he were dead, you'ld weep for
LADY MACDUFF: Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!: Enter a Messenger
Messenger: Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
LADY MACDUFF: Whither should I fly?
First Murderer: Where is your husband?
LADY MACDUFF: I hope, in no place so unsanctified
First Murderer: He's a traitor.
Son: Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain!
First Murderer: What, you egg!: Stabbing him
Son: He has kill'd me, mother:
SCENE III. England. Before the King's palace. Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF
MALCOLM: Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
MACDUFF: Let us rather
MALCOLM: What I believe I'll wail,
MACDUFF: I am not treacherous.
MALCOLM: But Macbeth is.
MACDUFF: I have lost my hopes.
MALCOLM: Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
MACDUFF: Bleed, bleed, poor country!
MALCOLM: Be not offended:
MACDUFF: What should he be?
MALCOLM: It is myself I mean: in whom I know
MACDUFF: Not in the legions
MALCOLM: I grant him bloody,
MACDUFF: Boundless intemperance
MALCOLM: With this there grows
MACDUFF: This avarice
MALCOLM: But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
MACDUFF: O Scotland, Scotland!
MALCOLM: If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
MACDUFF: Fit to govern!
MALCOLM: Macduff, this noble passion,
MACDUFF: Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
MALCOLM: Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you?
Doctor: Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
MALCOLM: I thank you, doctor. [Exit] Doctor
MACDUFF: What's the disease he means?
MALCOLM: 'Tis call'd the evil:
MACDUFF: See, who comes here?
MALCOLM: My countryman; but yet I know him not.
MACDUFF: My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
MALCOLM: I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
ROSS: Sir, amen.
MACDUFF: Stands Scotland where it did?
ROSS: Alas, poor country!
MACDUFF: O, relation
MALCOLM: What's the newest grief?
ROSS: That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
MACDUFF: How does my wife?
ROSS: Why, well.
MACDUFF: And all my children?
ROSS: Well too.
MACDUFF: The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
ROSS: No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.
MACDUFF: But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?
ROSS: When I came hither to transport the tidings,
MALCOLM: Be't their comfort
ROSS: Would I could answer
MACDUFF: What concern they?
ROSS: No mind that's honest
MACDUFF: If it be mine,
ROSS: Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
MACDUFF: Hum! I guess at it.
ROSS: Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
MALCOLM: Merciful heaven!
MACDUFF: My children too?
ROSS: Wife, children, servants, all
MACDUFF: And I must be from thence!
ROSS: I have said.
MALCOLM: Be comforted:
MACDUFF: He has no children. All my pretty ones?
MALCOLM: Dispute it like a man.
MACDUFF: I shall do so;
MALCOLM: Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
MACDUFF: O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
MALCOLM: This tune goes manly.
SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle. Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman
Doctor: I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive
Gentlewoman: Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen
Doctor: A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once
Gentlewoman: That, sir, which I will not report after her.
Doctor: You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should.
Gentlewoman: Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to
Doctor: How came she by that light?
Gentlewoman: Why, it stood by her: she has light by her
Doctor: You see, her eyes are open.
Gentlewoman: Ay, but their sense is shut.
Doctor: What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
Gentlewoman: It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus
LADY MACBETH: Yet here's a spot.
Doctor: Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from
LADY MACBETH: Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,
Doctor: Do you mark that?
LADY MACBETH: The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?--
Doctor: Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
Gentlewoman: She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of
LADY MACBETH: Here's the smell of the blood still: all the
Doctor: What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
Gentlewoman: I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the
Doctor: Well, well, well,--
Gentlewoman: Pray God it be, sir.
Doctor: This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known
LADY MACBETH: Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so
Doctor: Even so?
LADY MACBETH: To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate:
Doctor: Will she go now to bed?
Doctor: Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds
Gentlewoman: Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt]
SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane. Drum and colours. Enter MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers
MENTEITH: The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
ANGUS: Near Birnam wood
CAITHNESS: Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
LENNOX: For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
MENTEITH: What does the tyrant?
CAITHNESS: Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
ANGUS: Now does he feel
MENTEITH: Who then shall blame
CAITHNESS: Well, march we on,
LENNOX: Or so much as it needs,
SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants
MACBETH: Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
Servant: There is ten thousand--
MACBETH: Geese, villain!
Servant: Soldiers, sir.
MACBETH: Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Servant: The English force, so please you.
MACBETH: Take thy face hence. [Exit] Servant
SEYTON: What is your gracious pleasure?
MACBETH: What news more?
SEYTON: All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.
MACBETH: I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
SEYTON: 'Tis not needed yet.
MACBETH: I'll put it on.
Doctor: Not so sick, my lord,
MACBETH: Cure her of that.
Doctor: Therein the patient
MACBETH: Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
Doctor: Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
MACBETH: Bring it after me.
Doctor: [Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD and YOUNG SIWARD, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, ROSS, and Soldiers, marching
MALCOLM: Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
MENTEITH: We doubt it nothing.
SIWARD: What wood is this before us?
MENTEITH: The wood of Birnam.
MALCOLM: Let every soldier hew him down a bough
Soldiers: It shall be done.
SIWARD: We learn no other but the confident tyrant
MALCOLM: 'Tis his main hope:
MACDUFF: Let our just censures
SIWARD: The time approaches
SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle. Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum and colours
MACBETH: Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
SEYTON: It is the cry of women, my good lord. [Exit]
MACBETH: I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
SEYTON: The queen, my lord, is dead.
MACBETH: She should have died hereafter;
Messenger: Gracious my lord,
MACBETH: Well, say, sir.
Messenger: As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
MACBETH: Liar and slave!
Messenger: Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
MACBETH: If thou speak'st false,
SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs
MALCOLM: Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
SIWARD: Fare you well.
MACDUFF: Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
SCENE VII. Another part of the field. Alarums. Enter MACBETH
MACBETH: They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
YOUNG SIWARD: What is thy name?
MACBETH: Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
YOUNG SIWARD: No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
MACBETH: My name's Macbeth.
YOUNG SIWARD: The devil himself could not pronounce a title
MACBETH: No, nor more fearful.
YOUNG SIWARD: Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
MACBETH: Thou wast born of woman
MACDUFF: That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
SIWARD: This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
MALCOLM: We have met with foes
SIWARD: Enter, sir, the castle. [Exeunt]. Alarums
SCENE VIII. Another part of the field. Enter MACBETH
MACBETH: Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
MACDUFF: Turn, hell-hound, turn!
MACBETH: Of all men else I have avoided thee:
MACDUFF: I have no words:
MACBETH: Thou losest labour:
MACDUFF: Despair thy charm;
MACBETH: Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
MACDUFF: Then yield thee, coward,
MACBETH: I will not yield,
MALCOLM: I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
SIWARD: Some must go off: and yet, by these I see,
MALCOLM: Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
ROSS: Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
SIWARD: Then he is dead?
ROSS: Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
SIWARD: Had he his hurts before?
ROSS: Ay, on the front.
SIWARD: Why then, God's soldier be he!
MALCOLM: He's worth more sorrow,
SIWARD: He's worth no more
MACDUFF: Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
ALL: Hail, King of Scotland! [Flourish]
MALCOLM: We shall not spend a large expense of time
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