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William Shakespeare. Macbeth.
About the author William Shakespeare (National Portrait Gallery)
William Shakespeare Shakespeare's influence on the English-speaking world is

(born April 1564, baptised reflected in the ready recognition afforded many quotations
April 26, 1564, died April from Shakespearean plays (http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/
23, 1616 Julian calendar, Shakespeare), the titles of works based on Shakespearean
May 3, 1616 Gregorian phrases, and the many adaptations of his plays. Other
calendar) is widely consid- indicators of contemporary influence are his inclusion in
ered to have been the the top 10 of the "100 Greatest Britons" poll sponsored by
greatest writer the English the BBC, the frequent productions based on his work, such
language has ever known. as the BBC Television Shakespeare, and the success of the
As a playwright, he wrote fictional account of his life in the 1998 film Shakespeare in
not only some of the most Love.
powerful tragedies, but also
many comedies.
He also wrote 154 sonnets and several major poems,
some of which are considered to be the most brilliant pieces
of English literature ever written, because of Shakespeare's
ability to rise beyond the narrative and describe the inner-
most and the most profound aspects of human nature. He
is believed to have written most of his works between 1585
and 1613, although the exact dates and chronology of the
plays attributed to him are not accurately known. There
was no standardized spelling in Elizabethan England, and
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Macbeth.
Persons Represented
DUNCAN, King of Scotland.

MALCOLM, his Son. SCENE: In the end of the Fourth Act, in England; through the
DONALBAIN, his Son.
rest of the Play, in Scotland; and chiefly at Macbeth’s Castle.
MACBETH, General in the King’s Army.
BANQUO, General in the King’s Army.
MACDUFF, Nobleman of Scotland.
LENNOX, Nobleman of Scotland.
ROSS, Nobleman of Scotland.
MENTEITH, Nobleman of Scotland.
Act 1.
ANGUS, Nobleman of Scotland. Scene I.
CAITHNESS, Nobleman of Scotland. An open Place. Thunder and Lightning.
FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.
[Enter three Witches.]
SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English Forces.
YOUNG SIWARD, his Son. First Witch
SEYTON, an Officer attending on Macbeth. When shall we three meet again?
BOY, Son to Macduff. In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor. A Soldier. A Porter. An Old
Man. Second Witch
When the hurlyburly’s done,
Lady Macbeth. When the battle’s lost and won.
Lady Macduff. Third Witch
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Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.

That will be ere the set of sun.
HECATE,and three Witches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and First Witch
Messengers. Where the place?
The Ghost of Banquo and several other Apparitions.
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Second Witch As two spent swimmers that do cling together
Upon the heath. And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald,—
Worthy to be a rebel,—for to that
Third Witch
The multiplying villainies of nature
There to meet with Macbeth.
Do swarm upon him,—from the Western isles
First Witch Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
I come, Graymalkin! And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
ALL. Show’d like a rebel’s whore. But all’s too weak;
Paddock calls:—anon:— For brave Macbeth,—well he deserves that name,—
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel,
Hover through the fog and filthy air. Which smok’d with bloody execution,
Like valor’s minion,
[Witches vanish.]
Carv’d out his passag tTill he fac’d the slave;
And ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Scene II. Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chaps,
A Camp near Forres. And fix’d his head upon our battlements.
[Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, Duncan
with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.] O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Duncan Soldier
What bloody man is that? He can report, As whence the sun ‘gins his reflection
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;
The newest state. So from that spring, whence comfort seem’d to come
Malcolm Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark:
This is the sergeant No sooner justice had, with valor arm’d,
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Compell’d these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
‘Gainst my captivity.—Hail, brave friend! But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil With furbish’d arms and new supplies of men,
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As thou didst leave it. Began a fresh assault.

Soldier Duncan
Doubtful it stood; Dismay’d not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
Soldier
And fan our people cold.
Yes;
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
If I say sooth, I must report they were
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
As cannons overcharg’d with double cracks;
Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapp’d in proof,
So they
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Point against point rebellious, arm ‘gainst arm,
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
The victory fell on us.
I cannot tell:—
But I am faint; my gashes cry for help. Duncan
Great happiness!
Duncan
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; Ross
They smack of honor both.—Go, get him surgeons. That now
[Exit Soldier, attended.] Sweno, the Norways’ king, craves composition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Who comes here? Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme’s-inch,
Malcolm Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
The worthy Thane of Ross. Duncan
Lennox No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive
What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look Our bosom interest:—go pronounce his present death,
That seems to speak things strange. And with his former title greet Macbeth.
[Enter Ross.] Ross
Ross I’ll see it done.
God save the King! Duncan
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Duncan What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane? [Exeunt.]
Ross
Scene III. I will drain him dry as hay:

A heath. Sleep shall neither night nor day
[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.] Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:
First Witch Weary seven-nights nine times nine
Where hast thou been, sister? Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Second Witch Though his bark cannot be lost,
Killing swine. Yet it shall be tempest-tost.—
Look what I have.
Third Witch
Sister, where thou? Second Witch
Show me, show me.
First Witch
A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap, First Witch
And mounch’d, and mounch’d, and mounch’d:—”Give me,” quoth I: Here I have a pilot’s thumb,
“Aroint thee, witch!” the rump-fed ronyon cries. Wreck’d as homeward he did come.
Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ the Tiger: [Drum within.]
But in a sieve I’ll thither sail,
Third Witch
And, like a rat without a tail,
A drum, a drum!
I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do.
Macbeth doth come.
Second Witch
ALL.
I’ll give thee a wind.
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
First Witch Posters of the sea and land,
Thou art kind. Thus do go about, about:
Third Witch Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And I another. And thrice again, to make up nine:—
Peace!—the charm’s wound up.
First Witch
[Enter Macbeth and Banquo.]
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I myself have all the other:

And the very ports they blow, Macbeth
All the quarters that they know So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
I’ the shipman’s card. Banquo
How far is’t call’d to Forres?—What are these First Witch-..

So wither’d, and so wild in their attire, Hail!
That look not like the inhabitants o’ the earth,
Second Witch-..
And yet are on’t?—Live you? or are you aught
Hail!
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her chappy finger laying Third Witch
Upon her skinny lips:—you should be women, Hail!
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret First Witch
That you are so. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Macbeth Second Witch
Speak, if you can;—what are you? Not so happy, yet much happier.
First Witch Third Witch
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
Second Witch So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! First Witch
Third Witch Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter! Macbeth
Banquo Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear By Sinel’s death I know I am Thane of Glamis;
Things that do sound so fair?— I’ the name of truth, But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner Stands not within the prospect of belief,
You greet with present grace and great prediction No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
Of noble having and of royal hope, You owe this strange intelligence? or why
That he seems rapt withal:—to me you speak not: Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
If you can look into the seeds of time, With such prophetic greeting?—Speak, I charge you.
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And say which grain will grow, and which will not, [Witches vanish.]
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Banquo
Your favors nor your hate.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them:—whither are they vanish’d? And pour’d them down before him.
Macbeth Angus
Into the air; and what seem’d corporal melted We are sent
As breath into the wind.—Would they had stay’d! To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Only to herald thee into his sight,
Banquo
Not pay thee.
Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root Ross
That takes the reason prisoner? And, for an earnest of a greater honor,
He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:
Macbeth
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,
Your children shall be kings.
For it is thine.
Banquo
Banquo
You shall be king.
What, can the devil speak true?
Macbeth
Macbeth
And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?
The Thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
Banquo In borrow’d robes?
To the selfsame tune and words. Who’s here?
Angus
[Enter Ross and Angus.] Who was the Thane lives yet;
Ross But under heavy judgement bears that life
The king hath happily receiv’d, Macbeth, Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combin’d
The news of thy success: and when he reads With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight, With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
His wonders and his praises do contend He labour’d in his country’s wreck, I know not;
Which should be thine or his: silenc’d with that, But treasons capital, confess’d and proved,
In viewing o’er the rest o’ the self-same day, Have overthrown him.
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Macbeth
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Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, [Aside.] Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor:
Strange images of death. As thick as hail The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains.—
Came post with post; and every one did bear Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
Thy praises in his kingdom’s great defense,
When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me Macbeth

Promis’d no less to them? [Aside.] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me
Without my stir.
Banquo
That, trusted home, Banquo
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, New honors come upon him,
Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But ’tis strange: Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
And oftentimes to win us to our harm, But with the aid of use.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Macbeth
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
[Aside.] Come what come may,
In deepest consequence.—
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Banquo
Macbeth
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
[Aside.] Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act Macbeth
Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.— Give me your favor:—my dull brain was wrought
[Aside.] This supernatural soliciting With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Cannot be ill; cannot be good:—if ill, Are register’d where every day I turn
Why hath it given me earnest of success, The leaf to read them.—Let us toward the king.—
Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor: Think upon what hath chanc’d; and, at more time,
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion The interim having weigh’d it, let us speak
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, Our free hearts each to other.
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Banquo
Against the use of nature? Present fears Very gladly.
Are less than horrible imaginings:
Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Till then, enough.—Come, friends.
Shakes so my single state of man, that function
Is smother’d in surmise; and nothing is [Exeunt.]
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But what is not.

Banquo
Look, how our partner’s rapt.
Scene IV. That the proportion both of thanks and payment

Forres. A Room in the Palace. Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
[Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, and More is thy due than more than all can pay.
Attendants.] Macbeth
The service and the loyalty I owe,
Duncan
Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not In doing it, pays itself. Your highness’ part
Is to receive our duties: and our duties
Those in commission yet return’d?
Are to your throne and state, children and servants;
Malcolm Which do but what they should, by doing everything
My liege, Safe toward your love and honor.
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
Duncan
With one that saw him die: who did report,
That very frankly he confess’d his treasons; Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labor
Implor’d your highness’ pardon; and set forth
To make thee full of growing.—Noble Banquo,
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died That hast no less deserv’d, nor must be known
No less to have done so,let me infold thee
As one that had been studied in his death,
And hold thee to my heart.
To throw away the dearest thing he ow’d
As ‘twere a careless trifle. Banquo
Duncan There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face: Duncan
He was a gentleman on whom I built My plenteous joys,
An absolute trust.— Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
[Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus.] In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
O worthiest cousin!
We will establish our estate upon
The sin of my ingratitude even now
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Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter

Was heavy on me: thou art so far before,
The Prince of Cumberland: which honor must
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
Not unaccompanied invest him only,
To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserv’d; But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness, Lady Macbeth

And bind us further to you. “They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the
perfectest report they have more in them than mortal knowledge.
Macbeth
When I burned in desire to question them further, they made
The rest is labor, which is not us’d for you:
themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in
I’ll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me,
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
‘Thane of Cawdor’; by which title, before, these weird sisters sa-
So, humbly take my leave.
luted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with ‘Hail, king
Duncan that shalt be!’ This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest
My worthy Cawdor! partner of greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoic-
Macbeth ing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to
[Aside.] The Prince of Cumberland!—That is a step, thy heart, and farewell.”
On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap, Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! What thou art promis’d; yet do I fear thy nature;
Let not light see my black and deep desires: It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness
The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. Art not without ambition; but without
[Exit.] The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
Duncan
And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou’dst have, great Glamis,
True, worthy Banquo!—he is full so valiant;
That which cries, “Thus thou must do, if thou have it:
And in his commendations I am fed,—
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
Than wishest should be undone.” Hie thee hither,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
It is a peerless kinsman.
And chastise with the valor of my tongue
[Flourish. Exeunt.] All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown’d withal.
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Scene V.
Inverness. A Room in Macbeth’s Castle. [Enter an Attendant.]
[Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.] What is your tidings?
Attendant
The king comes here tonight. To cry, “Hold, hold!”

Lady Macbeth [Enter Macbeth.]
Thou’rt mad to say it: Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor!
Is not thy master with him? who, were’t so, Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Would have inform’d for preparation. Thy letters have transported me beyond
Attendant This ignorant present, and I feel now
So please you, it is true:—our thane is coming: The future in the instant.
One of my fellows had the speed of him; Macbeth
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more My dearest love,
Than would make up his message. Duncan comes here tonight.
Lady Macbeth Lady Macbeth
Give him tending; And when goes hence?
He brings great news.
Macbeth
[Exit Attendant.] To-morrow,—as he purposes.
The raven himself is hoarse Lady Macbeth
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan O, never
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits Shall sun that morrow see!
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full May read strange matters:—to beguile the time,
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
That no compunctious visitings of nature But be the serpent under’t. He that’s coming
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Must be provided for: and you shall put
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts, This night’s great business into my despatch;
And take my milk for gall, your murdering ministers, Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Wherever in your sightless substances Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
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You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell Macbeth
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes We will speak further.
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark Lady Macbeth
Only look up clear; And thank us for your trouble.

To alter favor ever is to fear:
Lady Macbeth
Leave all the rest to me.
All our service
[Exeunt.] In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and single business to contend
Scene VI. Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
The same. Before the Castle. Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,
And the late dignities heap’d up to them,
[Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.]
We rest your hermits.
[Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff,
Ross, Angus, and Attendants.] Duncan
Where’s the Thane of Cawdor?
Duncan We cours’d him at the heels, and had a purpose
This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
Unto our gentle senses. To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
Banquo We are your guest tonight.
This guest of summer, Lady Macbeth
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve Your servants ever
By his lov’d mansionry, that the heaven’s breath Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress, To make their audit at your highness’ pleasure,
Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made Still to return your own.
His pendant bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ’d Duncan
The air is delicate. Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
[Enter Lady Macbeth.]
And shall continue our graces towards him.
Duncan By your leave, hostess.
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See, see, our honour’d hostess!— [Exeunt.]

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
How you shall bid God ild us for your pains,
Scene VII. Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself,

The same. A Lobby in the Castle. And falls on the other.
[Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over, a Sewer and divers [Enter Lady Macbeth.]
Servants with dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth.] How now! what news?
Macbeth Lady Macbeth
If it were done when ’tis done, then ‘twere well He has almost supp’d: why have you left the chamber?
It were done quickly. If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, Macbeth
With his surcease, success; that but this blow Hath he ask’d for me?
Might be the be-all and the end-all—here, Lady Macbeth
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,— Know you not he has?
We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases
Macbeth
We still have judgement here; that we but teach
We will proceed no further in this business:
Bloody instructions, which being taught, return
He hath honour’d me of late; and I have bought
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Commends the ingredients of our poison’d chalice
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:
Not cast aside so soon.
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed: then, as his host, Lady Macbeth
Who should against his murderer shut the door, Was the hope drunk
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Wherein you dress’d yourself? hath it slept since?
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
So clear in his great office, that his virtues At what it did so freely? From this time
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
The deep damnation of his taking-off: To be the same in thine own act and valor
And pity, like a naked new-born babe, As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin, hors’d Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life,
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Upon the sightless couriers of the air, And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would,”
That tears shall drown the wind.—I have no spur Like the poor cat i’ the adage?
To prick the sides of my intent, but only Macbeth
Pr’ythee, peace! What cannot you and I perform upon

I dare do all that may become a man; The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
Who dares do more is none. His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?
Lady Macbeth
What beast was’t, then, Macbeth
That made you break this enterprise to me? Bring forth men-children only;
When you durst do it, then you were a man; For thy undaunted mettle should compose
And, to be more than what you were, you would Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv’d,
Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place When we have mark’d with blood those sleepy two
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: Of his own chamber, and us’d their very daggers,
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now That they have don’t?
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
Lady Macbeth
How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me:
Who dares receive it other,
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
Have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums
Upon his death?
And dash’d the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this. Macbeth
I am settled, and bend up
Macbeth
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
If we should fail?
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
Lady Macbeth False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
We fail! [Exeunt.]
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, --
And we’ll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,—
Whereto the rather shall his day’s hard journey
Soundly invite him, his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassail so convince
That memory, the warder of the brain,
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Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason

A limbec only: when in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
[Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.]

Macbeth
A friend.
Banquo
What, sir, not yet at rest? The king’s a-bed:
He hath been in unusual pleasure and
Act 2. Sent forth great largess to your officers:

This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
Scene I. In measureless content.
Inverness. Court within the Castle.
Macbeth
[Enter Banquo, preceeded by Fleance with a torch.]
Being unprepar’d,
Banquo Our will became the servant to defect;
How goes the night, boy? Which else should free have wrought.
Fleance Banquo
The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. All’s well.
Banquo I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
And she goes down at twelve. To you they have show’d some truth.
Fleance Macbeth
I take’t, ’tis later, sir. I think not of them:
Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
Banquo We would spend it in some words upon that business,
Hold, take my sword.—There’s husbandry in heaven; If you would grant the time.
Their candles are all out:—take thee that too.—
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, Banquo
And yet I would not sleep:—merciful powers, At your kind’st leisure.
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Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Macbeth

Gives way to in repose!—Give me my sword. If you shall cleave to my consent,—when ’tis,
Who’s there? It shall make honor for you.
Banquo Thus to mine eyes.—Now o’er the one half-world

So I lose none Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
In seeking to augment it, but still keep The curtain’d sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
My bosom franchis’d, and allegiance clear, Pale Hecate’s offerings; and wither’d murder,
I shall be counsell’d. Alarum’d by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
Macbeth
With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design
Good repose the while!
Moves like a ghost.—Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Banquo Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thanks, sir: the like to you! Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
[Exeunt Banquo and Fleance.] And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it.—Whiles I threat, he lives;
Macbeth
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [A bell rings.]
[Exit Servant.] I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:—
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. [Exit.]
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible [Enter Lady Macbeth.]
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
Lady Macbeth
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold:
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
What hath quench’d them hath given me fire.—Hark!—Peace!
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman,
As this which now I draw.
Which gives the stern’st good night. He is about it:
Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going;
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
And such an instrument I was to use.
Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg’d their possets
Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses,
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That death and nature do contend about them,

Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
Whether they live or die.
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.—There’s no such thing: Macbeth
It is the bloody business which informs [Within.] Who’s there?—what, ho!
Lady Macbeth
Lady Macbeth
Alack! I am afraid they have awak’d,
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
And ’tis not done: the attempt, and not the deed,
Confounds us.—Hark!—I laid their daggers ready; Macbeth
He could not miss ‘em.—Had he not resembled There’s one did laugh in’s sleep, and one cried, “Murder!”
My father as he slept, I had done’t.—My husband! That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them:
But they did say their prayers, and address’d them
[Re-enter Macbeth.]
Again to sleep.
Macbeth
Lady Macbeth
I have done the deed.—Didst thou not hear a noise?
There are two lodg’d together.
Lady Macbeth
Macbeth
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
One cried, “God bless us!” and, “Amen,” the other;
Did not you speak?
As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands.
Macbeth Listening their fear, I could not say “Amen,”
When? When they did say, “God bless us.”
Lady Macbeth Lady Macbeth
Now. Consider it not so deeply.
Macbeth Macbeth
As I descended? But wherefore could not I pronounce “Amen”?
Lady Macbeth I had most need of blessing, and “Amen”
Ay. Stuck in my throat.
Macbeth Lady Macbeth

Hark!— These deeds must not be thought
Who lies i’ the second chamber? After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
Lady Macbeth Macbeth

Donalbain. I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!
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Macbeth does murder sleep,”—the innocent sleep;

Macbeth Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care,
This is a sorry sight. The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath,
[Looking on his hands.]
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, Whence is that knocking?
Chief nourisher in life’s feast. How is’t with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? Ha, they pluck out mine eyes!
Lady Macbeth
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
What do you mean?
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
Macbeth The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Still it cried, “Sleep no more!” to all the house: Making the green one red.
“Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor
[Re-enter Lady Macbeth.]
Shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!”
Lady Macbeth
Lady Macbeth
My hands are of your color, but I shame
Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
To wear a heart so white. [Knocking within.] I hear knocking
You do unbend your noble strength to think
At the south entry:—retire we to our chamber.
So brainsickly of things.—Go get some water,
A little water clears us of this deed:
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.—
How easy is it then! Your constancy
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
Hath left you unattended.—[Knocking within.] Hark, more
They must lie there: go carry them; and smear
knocking:
The sleepy grooms with blood.
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us
Macbeth And show us to be watchers:—be not lost
I’ll go no more: So poorly in your thoughts.
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Macbeth
Look on’t again I dare not.
To know my deed, ‘twere best not know myself. [Knocking within.]
Lady Macbeth Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
Infirm of purpose! [Exeunt.]
Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead
[Enter a Porter. Knocking within.]
Are but as pictures: ’tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, Porter
I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal, Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he
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For it must seem their guilt. should have old turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock.
[Exit. Knocking within.] Who’s there, i’ the name of Belzebub? Here’s a farmer that hanged
himself on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins
Macbeth enow about you; here you’ll sweat for’t.—[Knocking.] Knock, knock!
Who’s there, in the other devil’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocator, Macduff
that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who com- I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
mitted treason enough for God’s sake, yet could not equivocate to
Porter
heaven: O, come in, equivocator. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock!
That it did, sir, i’ the very throat o’ me; but I requited him for his lie;
Who’s there? Faith, here’s an English tailor come hither, for steal-
and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs
ing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may roast your
sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.
goose.— [Knocking.] Knock, knock: never at quiet! What are
you?—But this place is too cold for hell. I’ll devil-porter it no fur- Macduff
ther: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go Is thy master stirring?—
the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, Our knocking has awak’d him; here he comes.
anon! I pray you, remember the porter. [Enter Macbeth.]
[Opens the gate.] Lennox
[Enter Macduff and Lennox.] Good morrow, noble sir!
Macduff Macbeth
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, Good morrow, both!
That you do lie so late? Macduff
Porter Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and drink, sir, is Macbeth
a great provoker of three things. Not yet.
Macduff Macduff
What three things does drink especially provoke? He did command me to call timely on him:
Porter I have almost slipp’d the hour.
Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes Macbeth
and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the per- I’ll bring you to him.
formance: therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator
with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it Macduff
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takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
stand to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a But yet ’tis one.
sleep, and giving him the lie, leaves him. Macbeth
The labour we delight in physics pain. Macbeth, Lennox
This is the door. What’s the matter?
Macduff Macduff
I’ll make so bold to call. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
For ’tis my limited service. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
[Exit Macduff.] The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o’ the building.
Lennox
Goes the king hence to-day? Macbeth
What is’t you say? the life?
Macbeth
He does: he did appoint so. Lennox
Mean you his majesty?
Lennox
The night has been unruly: where we lay, Macduff
Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
Lamentings heard i’ the air, strange screams of death; With a new Gorgon:—do not bid me speak;
And prophesying, with accents terrible, See, and then speak yourselves.
Of dire combustion and confus’d events, [Exeunt Macbeth and Lennox.]
New hatch’d to the woeful time: the obscure bird
Awake, awake!—
Clamour’d the live-long night; some say the earth
Ring the alarum bell:—murder and treason!
Was feverous, and did shake.
Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
Macbeth Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,
’Twas a rough night. And look on death itself! up, up, and see
The great doom’s image! Malcolm! Banquo!
Lennox
As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites
My young remembrance cannot parallel
To countenance this horror!
A fellow to it.
[Alarum-bell rings.]
[Re-enter Macduff.]
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[Re-enter Lady Macbeth.]

Macduff
O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart Lady Macbeth
Cannot conceive nor name thee! What’s the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? speak, speak! You are, and do not know’t:
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Macduff
Is stopp’d; the very source of it is stopp’d.
O gentle lady,
’Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: Macduff
The repetition, in a woman’s ear, Your royal father’s murder’d.
Would murder as it fell.
Malcolm
[Re-enter Banquo.] O, by whom?
O Banquo, Banquo! Lennox
Our royal master’s murder’d! Those of his chamber, as it seem’d, had done’t:
Lady Macbeth Their hands and faces were all badg’d with blood;
Woe, alas! So were their daggers, which, unwip’d, we found
What, in our house? Upon their pillows:
They star’d, and were distracted; no man’s life
Banquo Was to be trusted with them.
Too cruel any where.—
Dear Duff, I pr’ythee, contradict thyself, Macbeth
And say it is not so. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.
[Re-enter Macbeth and Lennox, with Ross.]
Macduff
Macbeth
Wherefore did you so?
Had I but died an hour before this chance,
I had liv’d a blessed time; for, from this instant Macbeth
There’s nothing serious in mortality: Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate, and furious,
All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees The expedition of my violent love
Is left this vault to brag of. Outrun the pauser reason. Here lay Duncan,
[Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.] His silver skin lac’d with his golden blood;
And his gash’d stabs look’d like a breach in nature
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Donalbain For ruin’s wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,

What is amiss? Steep’d in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Macbeth Unmannerly breech’d with gore: who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart And so do I.
Courage to make’s love known?
ALL.
Lady Macbeth So all.
Help me hence, ho!
Macbeth
Macduff Let’s briefly put on manly readiness,
Look to the lady. And meet i’ the hall together.
Malcolm ALL.
Why do we hold our tongues, Well contented.
That most may claim this argument for ours? [Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.]
Donalbain Malcolm
What should be spoken here, where our fate, What will you do? Let’s not consort with them:
Hid in an auger hole, may rush, and seize us? To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Let’s away; Which the false man does easy. I’ll to England.
Our tears are not yet brew’d.
Donalbain
Malcolm To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Nor our strong sorrow Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
Upon the foot of motion. There’s daggers in men’s smiles: the near in blood,
Banquo The nearer bloody.
Look to the lady:— Malcolm
[Lady Macbeth is carried out.] This murderous shaft that’s shot
Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse;
That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
And question this most bloody piece of work
But shift away: there’s warrant in that theft
To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:
Which steals itself, when there’s no mercy left.
In the great hand of God I stand; and thence,
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Against the undivulg’d pretense I fight [Exeunt.]

Of treasonous malice.
Macduff
Scene II. Ross

The same. Without the Castle. They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes,
[Enter Ross and an old Man.] That look’d upon’t.
Here comes the good Macduff.
Old man
[Enter Macduff.]
Threescore and ten I can remember well:
Within the volume of which time I have seen How goes the world, sir, now?
Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night Macduff
Hath trifled former knowings. Why, see you not?
Ross Ross
Ah, good father, Is’t known who did this more than bloody deed?
Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man’s act,
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock ’tis day, Macduff
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp; Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Is’t night’s predominance, or the day’s shame, Ross
That darkness does the face of earth entomb, Alas, the day!
When living light should kiss it? What good could they pretend?
Old man Macduff
’Tis unnatural, They were suborn’d:
Even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last, Malcolm and Donalbain, the king’s two sons,
A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Are stol’n away and fled; which puts upon them
Was by a mousing owl hawk’d at and kill’d. Suspicion of the deed.
Ross Ross
And Duncan’s horses,—a thing most strange and certain,— ‘Gainst nature still:
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Thine own life’s means!—Then ’tis most like,
Contending ‘gainst obedience, as they would make The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
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War with mankind.

Macduff
Old man He is already nam’d; and gone to Scone
’Tis said they eat each other. To be invested.
Ross
Where is Duncan’s body?
Macduff
Carried to Colme-kill,
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.
Ross
Will you to Scone? Act 3.
Macduff Scene I.
No, cousin, I’ll to Fife. Forres. A Room in the Palace.
Ross [Enter Banquo.]
Well, I will thither.
Banquo
Macduff Thou hast it now,—king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
Well, may you see things well done there,—adieu!— As the weird women promis’d; and, I fear,
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! Thou play’dst most foully for’t; yet it was said
Ross It should not stand in thy posterity;
Farewell, father. But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them,—
Old man As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,—
God’s benison go with you; and with those Why, by the verities on thee made good,
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! May they not be my oracles as well,
[Exeunt.] And set me up in hope? But hush; no more.
[Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth
as Queen; Lennox, Ross, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.]
Macbeth
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Here’s our chief guest.

Lady Macbeth
If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast, Macbeth
And all-thing unbecoming. We hear our bloody cousins are bestow’d
In England and in Ireland; not confessing
Macbeth
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
With strange invention: but of that to-morrow;
And I’ll request your presence.
When therewithal we shall have cause of state
Banquo Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
Let your highness Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
Command upon me; to the which my duties
Banquo
Are with a most indissoluble tie
Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon’s.
For ever knit.
Macbeth
Macbeth
I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
Ride you this afternoon?
And so I do commend you to their backs.
Banquo Farewell.—
Ay, my good lord.
[Exit Banquo.]
Macbeth
Let every man be master of his time
We should have else desir’d your good advice,—
Till seven at night; to make society
Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,—
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
In this day’s council; but we’ll take to-morrow.
Till supper time alone: while then, God be with you!
Is’t far you ride?
[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, &c.]
Banquo
Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
Our pleasure?
‘Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the night, Attendant
For a dark hour or twain. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
Macbeth Macbeth
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Fail not our feast. Bring them before us.

Banquo [Exit Attendant.]
My lord, I will not. To be thus is nothing;
But to be safely thus:—our fears in Banquo. Macbeth
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature Well then, now
Reigns that which would be fear’d: ’tis much he dares; Have you consider’d of my speeches? Know
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, That it was he, in the times past, which held you
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour So under fortune; which you thought had been
To act in safety. There is none but he Our innocent self: this I made good to you
Whose being I do fear: and under him, In our last conference, pass’d in probation with you
My genius is rebuk’d; as, it is said, How you were borne in hand, how cross’d, the instruments,
Mark Antony’s was by Caesar. He chid the sisters Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
When first they put the name of king upon me, To half a soul and to a notion craz’d
And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like, Say, “Thus did Banquo.”
They hail’d him father to a line of kings:
First murderer
Upon my head they plac’d a fruitless crown,
You made it known to us.
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench’d with an unlineal hand, Macbeth
No son of mine succeeding. If ’t be so, I did so; and went further, which is now
For Banquo’s issue have I fil’d my mind; Our point of second meeting. Do you find
For them the gracious Duncan have I murder’d; Your patience so predominant in your nature,
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace That you can let this go? Are you so gospell’d,
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel To pray for this good man and for his issue,
Given to the common enemy of man, Whose heavy hand hath bow’d you to the grave,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! And beggar’d yours forever?
Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, First murderer
And champion me to the utterance!—Who’s there?— We are men, my liege.
[Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.] Macbeth
Now go to the door, and stay there till we call. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
[Exit Attendant.] As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
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Was it not yesterday we spoke together? Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clept
All by the name of dogs: the valu’d file
First murderer Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
It was, so please your highness. The house-keeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature With barefac’d power sweep him from my sight,
Hath in him clos’d; whereby he does receive And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
Particular addition, from the bill For certain friends that are both his and mine,
That writes them all alike: and so of men. Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
Now, if you have a station in the file, Who I myself struck down: and thence it is
Not i’ the worst rank of manhood, say it; That I to your assistance do make love;
And I will put that business in your bosoms, Masking the business from the common eye
Whose execution takes your enemy off; For sundry weighty reasons.
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Second murderer
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
We shall, my lord,
Which in his death were perfect.
Perform what you command us.
Second murderer
First murderer
I am one, my liege,
Though our lives—
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incens’d that I am reckless what Macbeth
I do to spite the world. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most,
I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
First murderer
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o’ the time,
And I another,
The moment on’t; for’t must be done to-night
So weary with disasters, tugg’d with fortune,
And something from the palace; always thought
That I would set my life on any chance,
That I require a clearness; and with him,—
To mend it or be rid on’t.
To leave no rubs nor botches in the work,—
Macbeth Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Both of you Whose absence is no less material to me
Know Banquo was your enemy. Than is his father’s, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
Both murderers
I’ll come to you anon.
True, my lord.
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Both murderers.
Macbeth
We are resolv’d, my lord.
So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
That every minute of his being thrusts Macbeth
Against my near’st of life; and though I could I’ll call upon you straight: abide within.
[Exeunt Murderers.] Should be without regard: what’s done is done.

It is concluded:—Banquo, thy soul’s flight, Macbeth
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. We have scotch’d the snake, not kill’d it;
[Exit.] She’ll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
Scene II. But let the frame of things disjoint,
The same. Another Room in the Palace. Both the worlds suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
[Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant.] In the affliction of these terrible dreams
That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
Lady Macbeth
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Is Banquo gone from court?
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
Servant In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well;
Lady Macbeth Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Say to the king, I would attend his leisure Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
For a few words. Can touch him further.
Servant Lady Macbeth

Madam, I will. Come on;
Gently my lord, sleek o’er your rugged looks;
[Exit.]
Be bright and jovial ‘mong your guests to-night.
Lady Macbeth
Macbeth
Naught’s had, all’s spent,
So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
Where our desire is got without content:
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
’Tis safer to be that which we destroy,
Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
Unsafe the while, that we
[Enter Macbeth.] Must lave our honors in these flattering streams;
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How now, my lord! why do you keep alone, And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making; Disguising what they are.
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
Lady Macbeth
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
You must leave this.
Macbeth Scene III.
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! The same. A Park or Lawn, with a gate leading to the
Thou know’st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Palace.
Lady Macbeth [Enter three Murderers.]
But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne. First murderer
Macbeth But who did bid thee join with us?
There’s comfort yet; they are assailable; Third Murderer
Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown Macbeth.
His cloister’d flight, ere to black Hecate’s summons,
Second murderer
The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums,
He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers
Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done
Our offices and what we have to do
A deed of dreadful note.
To the direction just.
Lady Macbeth
First murderer
What’s to be done?
Then stand with us.
Macbeth The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Now spurs the lated traveller apace,
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; The subject of our watch.
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Third Murderer
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Hark! I hear horses.
Which keeps me pale!—Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood: Banquo
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; [Within.] Give us a light there, ho!
Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse.— Second murderer
Thou marvell’st at my words: but hold thee still; Then ’tis he; the rest
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Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill: That are within the note of expectation
So, pr’ythee, go with me. Already are i’ the court.
[Exeunt.]
First murderer
His horses go about. Second murderer
We have lost best half of our affair.
Third Murderer
Almost a mile; but he does usually, First murderer
So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Well, let’s away, and say how much is done.
Make it their walk. [Exeunt.]
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Second murderer
A light, a light! Scene IV.
Third Murderer The same. A Room of state in the
’Tis he. Palace. A banquet prepared.
First murderer [Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and
Stand to’t. Attendants.]
[Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch.] Macbeth
You know your own degrees: sit down. At first
Banquo
And last the hearty welcome.
It will be rain to-night.
Lords
First murderer
Thanks to your majesty.
Let it come down.
[Assaults Banquo.] Macbeth
Ourself will mingle with society,
Banquo And play the humble host.
O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time,
Thou mayst revenge.—O slave! We will require her welcome.
[Dies. Fleance escapes.]
Lady Macbeth
Third Murderer Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
Who did strike out the light? For my heart speaks they are welcome.
First murderer Macbeth
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Was’t not the way? See, they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks.—
Third Murderer Both sides are even: here I’ll sit i’ the midst:
There’s but one down: the son is fled. [Enter first Murderer to the door.]
Be large in mirth; anon we’ll drink a measure There the grown serpent lies; the worm that’s fled
The table round.—There’s blood upon thy face. Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present.—Get thee gone; to-morrow
Murderer
We’ll hear, ourselves, again.
’Tis Banquo’s then.
[Exit Murderer.]
Macbeth
’Tis better thee without than he within. Lady Macbeth
Is he despatch’d? My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
Murderer
That is not often vouch’d, while ’tis a-making,
My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
’Tis given with welcome; to feed were best at home;
Macbeth From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Thou art the best o’ the cut-throats; yet he’s good Meeting were bare without it.
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Macbeth
Thou art the nonpareil.
Sweet remembrancer!—
Murderer Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
Most royal sir, And health on both!
Fleance is ‘scap’d.
Lennox
Macbeth May’t please your highness sit.
Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect; [The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in Macbeth’s place.]
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
As broad and general as the casing air: Macbeth
But now I am cabin’d, cribb’d, confin’d, bound in Here had we now our country’s honor roof ’d,
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo’s safe? Were the grac’d person of our Banquo present;
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Murderer Than pity for mischance!
Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head; Ross
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The least a death to nature. His absence, sir,

Lays blame upon his promise. Please’t your highness
Macbeth To grace us with your royal company?
Thanks for that:
Macbeth
The table’s full. This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
Lennox
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts,—
Here is a place reserv’d, sir.
Impostors to true fear,—would well become
Macbeth A woman’s story at a winter’s fire,
Where? Authoriz’d by her grandam. Shame itself!
Lennox Why do you make such faces? When all’s done,
Here, my good lord. What is’t that moves your highness? You look but on a stool.
Macbeth Macbeth
Which of you have done this? Pr’ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?—
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.—
Lords
If charnel houses and our graves must send
What, my good lord?
Those that we bury back, our monuments
Macbeth Shall be the maws of kites.
Thou canst not say I did it: never shake [Ghost disappears.]
Thy gory locks at me.
Lady Macbeth
Ross What, quite unmann’d in folly?
Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.
Macbeth
Lady Macbeth If I stand here, I saw him.
Sit, worthy friends:—my lord is often thus,
And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat; Lady Macbeth
The fit is momentary; upon a thought Fie, for shame!
He will again be well: if much you note him, Macbeth
You shall offend him, and extend his passion: Blood hath been shed ere now, i’ the olden time,
Feed, and regard him not.—Are you a man? Ere humane statute purg’d the gentle weal;
Macbeth Ay, and since too, murders have been perform’d
Too terrible for the ear: the time has been,
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Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that

Which might appal the devil. That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
Lady Macbeth With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
O proper stuff!
And push us from our stools: this is more strange Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
Than such a murder is. The arm’d rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Lady Macbeth
Shall never tremble: or be alive again,
My worthy lord,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
Your noble friends do lack you.
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
Macbeth The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
I do forget:— Unreal mockery, hence!
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;
[Ghost disappears.]
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; Why, so;—being gone,
Then I’ll sit down.—Give me some wine, fill full.— I am a man again.—Pray you, sit still.
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table, Lady Macbeth
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss: You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, With most admir’d disorder.
And all to all.
Macbeth
Lords Can such things be,
Our duties, and the pledge. And overcome us like a summer’s cloud,
[Ghost rises again.] Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,
Macbeth
When now I think you can behold such sights,
Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
When mine are blanch’d with fear.
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with! Ross
What sights, my lord?
Lady Macbeth
Think of this, good peers, Lady Macbeth
But as a thing of custom: ’tis no other, I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
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Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Question enrages him: at once, good-night:—
Stand not upon the order of your going,
Macbeth
But go at once.
What man dare, I dare:
Lennox Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Good-night; and better health Which must be acted ere they may be scann’d.
Attend his majesty!
Lady Macbeth
Lady Macbeth You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
A kind good-night to all!
Macbeth
[Exeunt all Lords and Atendants.] Come, we’ll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
Macbeth Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:—
It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: We are yet but young in deed.
Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; [Exeunt.]
Augurs, and understood relations, have
By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth Scene V.
The secret’st man of blood.—What is the night? The heath.
Lady Macbeth [Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.]
Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
First Witch
Macbeth Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly.
How say’st thou, that Macduff denies his person Hecate
At our great bidding?
Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
Lady Macbeth Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
Did you send to him, sir? To trade and traffic with Macbeth
In riddles and affairs of death;
Macbeth
And I, the mistress of your charms,
I hear it by the way; but I will send:
The close contriver of all harms,
There’s not a one of them but in his house
Was never call’d to bear my part,
I keep a servant fee’d. I will to-morrow,
Or show the glory of our art?
(And betimes I will) to the weird sisters:
And, which is worse, all you have done
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
Hath been but for a wayward son,
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By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,

Spiteful and wrathful; who, as others do,
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
Step’t in so far that, should I wade no more,
But make amends now: get you gone,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er:
And at the pit of Acheron Scene VI.
Meet me i’ the morning: thither he Forres. A Room in the Palace.
Will come to know his destiny. [Enter Lennox and another Lord.]
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms, and everything beside. Lennox
I am for the air; this night I’ll spend My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
Unto a dismal and a fatal end. Which can interpret further: only, I say,
Great business must be wrought ere noon: Thing’s have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan
Upon the corner of the moon Was pitied of Macbeth:—marry, he was dead:—
There hangs a vaporous drop profound; And the right valiant Banquo walk’d too late;
I’ll catch it ere it come to ground: Whom, you may say, if ’t please you, Fleance kill’d,
And that, distill’d by magic sleights, For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.
Shall raise such artificial sprites, Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
As, by the strength of their illusion, It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
Shall draw him on to his confusion: To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight,
His hopes ‘bove wisdom, grace, and fear: In pious rage, the two delinquents tear
And you all know, security That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?
Is mortals’ chiefest enemy. Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
For ’twould have anger’d any heart alive,
[Music and song within, “Come away, come away” &c.]
To hear the men deny’t. So that, I say,
Hark! I am call’d; my little spirit, see, He has borne all things well: and I do think,
Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me. That had he Duncan’s sons under his key,—
[Exit.] As, an’t please heaven, he shall not,—they should find
First Witch What ‘twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
Come, let’s make haste; she’ll soon be back again. But, peace!—for from broad words, and ‘cause he fail’d
His presence at the tyrant’s feast, I hear,
[Exeunt.]
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
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Where he bestows himself?

Lord
The son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Lord
Lives in the English court and is receiv’d I’ll send my prayers with him.
Of the most pious Edward with such grace [Exeunt.]
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff
Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward:
That, by the help of these,—with Him above
To ratify the work,—we may again
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights;
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,—
All which we pine for now: and this report
Hath so exasperate the king that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.
Lennox
Sent he to Macduff?
Lord
He did: and with an absolute “Sir, not I,”
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums, as who should say, “You’ll rue the time
That clogs me with this answer.”
Lennox
And that well might
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
Fly to the court of England, and unfold
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His message ere he come; that a swift blessing

May soon return to this our suffering country
Under a hand accurs’d!
Second Witch
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing,—
Act 4. For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Scene I. ALL.
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron Boiling. Double, double, toil and trouble;
[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.] Fire, burn; and caldron, bubble.
First Witch Third Witch

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch’s mummy, maw and gulf
Second Witch Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark,
Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin’d. Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark,
Third Witch Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Harpier cries:—”tis time, ’tis time. Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse,
First Witch
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips,
Round about the caldron go;
Finger of birth-strangl’d babe
In the poison’d entrails throw.—
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Days and nights has thirty-one
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
For the ingredients of our caldron.
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!
ALL.
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ALL.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and caldron, bubble.
Fire, burn; and caldron, bubble.
Second Witch
Cool it with a baboon’s blood, Though bladed corn be lodg’d, and trees blown down;
Then the charm is firm and good. Though castles topple on their warders’ heads;
[Enter Hecate.] Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Hecate Of nature’s germins tumble all together,
O, well done! I commend your pains; Even till destruction sicken,—answer me
And everyone shall share i’ the gains. To what I ask you.
And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring, First Witch
Enchanting all that you put in. Speak.
Song. Second Witch

Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray; Demand.
Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may. Third Witch
[Exit Hecate.] We’ll answer.
Second Witch-.. First Witch
By the pricking of my thumbs, Say, if thou’dst rather hear it from our mouths,
Something wicked this way comes:— Or from our masters?
Open, locks, whoever knocks! Macbeth
[Enter Macbeth.] Call ‘em, let me see ‘em.
Macbeth First Witch
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! Pour in sow’s blood, that hath eaten
What is’t you do? Her nine farrow; grease that’s sweaten
ALL. From the murderer’s gibbet throw
A deed without a name. Into the flame.
Macbeth ALL.
I conjure you, by that which you profess,— Come, high or low;
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Howe’er you come to know it,—answer me: Thyself and office deftly show!
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight [Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises.]
Against the churches; though the yesty waves Macbeth
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Tell me, thou unknown power,— That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
And sleep in spite of thunder.—What is this,
First Witch-..
He knows thy thought: [Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a tree in his
Hear his speech, but say thou naught. hand, rises.]
Apparition That rises like the issue of a king,

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff; And wears upon his baby brow the round
Beware the Thane of Fife.—Dismiss me:—enough. And top of sovereignty?
[Descends.] ALL.
Listen, but speak not to’t.
Macbeth
Whate’er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; Apparition
Thou hast harp’d my fear aright:—but one word more,— Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
First Witch-..
Macbeth shall never vanquish’d be, until
He will not be commanded: here’s another,
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
More potent than the first.
Shall come against him.
[Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises.]
[Descends.]
Apparition-.—
Macbeth
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
That will never be:
Macbeth Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
Had I three ears, I’d hear thee. Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good!
Apparition Rebellion’s head, rise never till the wood
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac’d Macbeth
The power of man, for none of woman born Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
Shall harm Macbeth. To time and mortal custom.—Yet my heart
Throbs to know one thing: tell me,—if your art
[Descends.]
Can tell so much,—shall Banquo’s issue ever
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Macbeth Reign in this kingdom?

Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
ALL.
But yet I’ll make assurance double sure,
Seek to know no more.
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
Macbeth And points at them for his.—What! is this so?
I will be satisfied: deny me this,
First Witch-..
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:—
Ay, sir, all this is so:—but why
Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?—
[Hautboys.] Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
First Witch-.. And show the best of our delights;
Show! I’ll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round;
Second Witch-.. That this great king may kindly say,
Show! Our duties did his welcome pay.
Third Witch [Music. The Witches dance, and then vanish.]
Show!
Macbeth
ALL. Where are they? Gone?—Let this pernicious hour
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Stand aye accursed in the calendar!—
Come like shadows, so depart! Come in, without there!
[Eight kings appear, and pass over in order, the last with a glass in [Enter Lennox.]
his hand; Banquo following.]
Lennox
Macbeth What’s your grace’s will?
Thou are too like the spirit of Banquo; down!
Macbeth
Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs:—and thy hair,
Saw you the weird sisters?
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first;—
A third is like the former.—Filthy hags! Lennox
Why do you show me this?—A fourth!—Start, eyes! No, my lord.
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Macbeth
Another yet!—A seventh!—I’ll see no more:—
Came they not by you?
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass
Lennox
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Which shows me many more; and some I see

That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry: No indeed, my lord.
Horrible sight!—Now I see ’tis true; Macbeth
For the blood-bolter’d Banquo smiles upon me, Infected be the air whereon they ride;
And damn’d all those that trust them!—I did hear What had he done, to make him fly the land?
The galloping of horse: who was’t came by?
Ross
Lennox You must have patience, madam.
’Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
Lady Macduff
Macduff is fled to England.
He had none:
Macbeth His flight was madness: when our actions do not,
Fled to England! Our fears do make us traitors.
Lennox Ross
Ay, my good lord. You know not
Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
Macbeth
Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits: Lady Macduff
The flighty purpose never is o’ertook Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
Unless the deed go with it: from this moment His mansion, and his titles, in a place
The very firstlings of my heart shall be From whence himself does fly? He loves us not:
The firstlings of my hand. And even now, He wants the natural touch; for the poor wren,
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
The castle of Macduff I will surprise; Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o’ the sword All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls As little is the wisdom, where the flight
That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; So runs against all reason.
This deed I’ll do before this purpose cool:
Ross
But no more sights!—Where are these gentlemen?
My dearest coz,
Come, bring me where they are.
I pray you, school yourself: but, for your husband,
[Exeunt.] He is noble, wise, Judicious, and best knows
The fits o’ the season. I dare not speak much further:
Scene II. But cruel are the times, when we are traitors,
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Fife. A Room in Macduff ’s Castle. And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour
[Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Ross.] From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
But float upon a wild and violent sea
Lady Macduff Each way and move.—I take my leave of you:
Shall not be long but I’ll be here again: Son
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward Nay, how will you do for a husband?
To what they were before.—My pretty cousin,
Lady Macduff
Blessing upon you!
Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
Lady Macduff
Son
Father’d he is, and yet he’s fatherless.
Then you’ll buy ‘em to sell again.
Ross
Lady Macduff
I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and yet, i’ faith,
It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:
With wit enough for thee.
I take my leave at once.
Son
[Exit.]
Was my father a traitor, mother?
Lady Macduff
Lady Macduff
Sirrah, your father’s dead;
Ay, that he was.
And what will you do now? How will you live?
Son
Son
What is a traitor?
As birds do, mother.
Lady Macduff
Lady Macduff
Why, one that swears and lies.
What, with worms and flies?
Son
Son
And be all traitors that do so?
With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
Lady Macduff
Lady Macduff
Everyone that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
Poor bird! thou’dst never fear the net nor lime,
The pit-fall nor the gin. Son
And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
Son
Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. Lady Macduff
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My father is not dead, for all your saying. Every one.

Lady Macduff Son
Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do for father? Who must hang them?
Lady Macduff Is often laudable; to do good sometime
Why, the honest men. Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas,
Do I put up that womanly defence,
Son
To say I have done no harm?—What are these faces?
Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars
and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them. [Enter Murderers.]
Lady Macduff First murderer

Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt Where is your husband?
thou do for a father? Lady Macduff
Son I hope, in no place so unsanctified
If he were dead, you’ld weep for him: if you would not, it Where such as thou mayst find him.
were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. First murderer
Lady Macduff He’s a traitor.
Poor prattler, how thou talk’st! Son
[Enter a Messenger.] Thou liest, thou shag-haar’d villain!
Messenger First murderer
Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, What, you egg!
Though in your state of honor I am perfect. [Stabbing him.]
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly:
If you will take a homely man’s advice, Young fry of treachery!
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. Son
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; He has kill’d me, mother:
To do worse to you were fell cruelty, Run away, I pray you!
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you! [Dies. Exit Lady Macduff, crying Murder, and pursued by the
I dare abide no longer. Murderers.]
[Exit.]
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Lady Macduff
Whither should I fly? England. Before the King’s Palace.
I have done no harm. But I remember now [Enter Malcolm and Macduff.]
I am in this earthly world; where to do harm
Malcolm Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Let us seek out some desolate shade and there Yet grace must still look so.
Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Macduff
Macduff I have lost my hopes.
Let us rather
Malcolm
Hold fast the mortal sword, and, like good men,
Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
Bestride our down-fall’n birthdom: each new morn
Why in that rawness left you wife and child,—
New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows
Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,—
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
Without leave-taking?—I pray you,
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell’d out
Let not my jealousies be your dishonors,
Like syllable of dolour.
But mine own safeties:—you may be rightly just,
Malcolm Whatever I shall think.
What I believe, I’ll wail;
Macduff
What know, believe; and what I can redress,
Bleed, bleed, poor country!
As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.
For goodness dare not check thee! wear thou thy wrongs,
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
The title is affeer’d.—Fare thee well, lord:
Was once thought honest: you have loved him well;
I would not be the villain that thou think’st
He hath not touch’d you yet. I am young; but something
For the whole space that’s in the tyrant’s grasp
You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom
And the rich East to boot.
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb
To appease an angry god. Malcolm
Be not offended:
Macduff
I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
I am not treacherous.
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
Malcolm It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
But Macbeth is. Is added to her wounds. I think, withal,
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A good and virtuous nature may recoil There would be hands uplifted in my right;
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon; And here, from gracious England, have I offer
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose; Of goodly thousands: but, for all this,
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell: When I shall tread upon the tyrant’s head,
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
Shall have more vices than it had before; The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
By him that shall succeed. To take upon you what is yours: you may
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
Macduff
And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.
What should he be?
We have willing dames enough; there cannot be
Malcolm That vulture in you, to devour so many
It is myself I mean: in whom I know As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
All the particulars of vice so grafted Finding it so inclin’d.
That, when they shall be open’d, black Macbeth
Malcolm
Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state
With this there grows,
Esteem him as a lamb, being compar’d
In my most ill-compos’d affection, such
With my confineless harms.
A stanchless avarice, that, were I king,
Macduff I should cut off the nobles for their lands;
Not in the legions Desire his jewels, and this other’s house:
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn’d And my more-having would be as a sauce
In evils to top Macbeth. To make me hunger more; that I should forge
Malcolm Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
I grant him bloody, Destroying them for wealth.
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Macduff
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin This avarice
That has a name: but there’s no bottom, none, Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root
In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, Than summer-seeming lust; and it hath been
Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;
The cistern of my lust; and my desire Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will,
All continent impediments would o’erbear, Of your mere own: all these are portable,
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That did oppose my will: better Macbeth With other graces weigh’d.
Than such an one to reign.
Malcolm
Macduff But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
Boundless intemperance
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Wiped the black scruples, reconcil’d my thoughts
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth
I have no relish of them; but abound By many of these trains hath sought to win me
In the division of each several crime, Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should From over-credulous haste: but God above
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Deal between thee and me! for even now
Uproar the universal peace, confound I put myself to thy direction, and
All unity on earth. Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
Macduff
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
O Scotland, Scotland!
Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;
Malcolm Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;
If such a one be fit to govern, speak: At no time broke my faith; would not betray
I am as I have spoken. The devil to his fellow; and delight
Macduff No less in truth than life: my first false speaking
Fit to govern! Was this upon myself:—what I am truly,
No, not to live!—O nation miserable, Is thine and my poor country’s to command:
With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter’d, Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men
Since that the truest issue of thy throne Already at a point, was setting forth:
By his own interdiction stands accurs’d Now we’ll together; and the chance of goodness
And does blaspheme his breed?—Thy royal father Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?
Was a most sainted king; the queen that bore thee, Macduff
Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
Died every day she lived. Fare-thee-well! ’Tis hard to reconcile.
These evils thou repeat’st upon thyself
[Enter a Doctor.]
Have banish’d me from Scotland.—O my breast,
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Thy hope ends here! Malcolm

Well; more anon.—Comes the king forth, I pray you?
Malcolm
Macduff, this noble passion, Doctor
Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls [Enter Ross.]
That stay his cure: their malady convinces
Macduff
The great assay of art; but, at his touch,
My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand,
They presently amend. Malcolm
I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
Malcolm
The means that makes us strangers!
I thank you, doctor.
Ross
[Exit Doctor.]
Sir, amen.
Macduff
Macduff
What’s the disease he means?
Stands Scotland where it did?
Malcolm
Ross
’Tis call’d the evil:
Alas, poor country,—
A most miraculous work in this good king;
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Which often, since my here-remain in England,
Be call’d our mother, but our grave: where nothing,
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people,
Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks, that rent the air,
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
Are made, not mark’d; where violent sorrow seems
The mere despair of surgery, he cures;
A modern ecstasy; the dead man’s knell
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Is there scarce ask’d for who; and good men’s lives
Put on with holy prayers: and ’tis spoken,
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
To the succeeding royalty he leaves
Dying or ere they sicken.
The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy; Macduff
And sundry blessings hang about his throne, O, relation
That speak him full of grace. Too nice, and yet too true!
Macduff Malcolm
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See, who comes here? What’s the newest grief?

Malcolm Ross
My countryman; but yet I know him not. That of an hour’s age doth hiss the speaker;
Each minute teems a new one. An older and a better soldier none
That Christendom gives out.
Macduff
How does my wife? Ross
Would I could answer
Ross
This comfort with the like! But I have words
Why, well.
That would be howl’d out in the desert air,
Macduff Where hearing should not latch them.
And all my children?
Macduff
Ross What concern they?
Well too. The general cause? or is it a fee-grief
Macduff Due to some single breast?
The tyrant has not batter’d at their peace? Ross
Ross No mind that’s honest
No; they were well at peace when I did leave ‘em. But in it shares some woe; though the main part
Pertains to you alone.
Macduff
Be not a niggard of your speech: how goes’t? Macduff
If it be mine,
Ross
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
When I came hither to transport the tidings,
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Ross
Of many worthy fellows that were out; Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Which was to my belief witness’d the rather, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
For that I saw the tyrant’s power a-foot: That ever yet they heard.
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland Macduff
Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Humh! I guess at it.
To doff their dire distresses.
Ross
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Malcolm Your castle is surpris’d; your wife and babes

Be’t their comfort Savagely slaughter’d: to relate the manner
We are coming thither: gracious England hath Were, on the quarry of these murder’d deer,
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; To add the death of you.
Malcolm But I must also feel it as a man:
Merciful heaven!— I cannot but remember such things were,
What, man! ne’er pull your hat upon your brows; That were most precious to me.—Did heaven look on,
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
Whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break. They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Macduff
Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now!
My children too?
Malcolm
Ross
Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief
Wife, children, servants, all
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
That could be found.
Macduff
Macduff
O, I could play the woman with mine eye,
And I must be from thence!
And braggart with my tongue!—But, gentle heavens,
My wife kill’d too?
Cut short all intermission; front to front
Ross Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;
I have said. Within my sword’s length set him; if he ‘scape,
Malcolm Heaven forgive him too!
Be comforted: Malcolm
Let’s make us medicines of our great revenge, This tune goes manly.
To cure this deadly grief. Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
Macduff Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth
He has no children.—All my pretty ones? Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Did you say all?—O hell-kite!—All? Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may;
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam The night is long that never finds the day.
At one fell swoop? [Exeunt.]
Malcolm
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Dispute it like a man.

Macduff
I shall do so;
You may to me; and ’tis most meet you should.
Gentlewoman
Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my
speech. Lo you, here she comes!
[Enter Lady Macbeth, with a taper.]
This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe
Act 5. her; stand close.
Doctor
Scene I. How came she by that light?
Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Gentlewoman
[Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman.] Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; ’tis her
Doctor command.
I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no Doctor
truth in your report. When was it she last walked? You see, her eyes are open.
Gentlewoman Gentlewoman
Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her Ay, but their sense is shut.
rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her
Doctor
closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it,
What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands.
afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this
while in a most fast sleep. Gentlewoman
It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her
Doctor
hands: I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
A great perturbation in nature,—to receive at once the
benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching— In this Lady Macbeth
slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual Yet here’s a spot.
performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say? Doctor
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Gentlewoman Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to
That, sir, which I will not report after her. satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
Doctor Lady Macbeth

Out, damned spot! out, I say!— One; two; why, then ’tis Doctor
time to do’t ;—Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those
and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in
our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old man their beds.
to have had so much blood in him?
Lady Macbeth
Doctor Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so
Do you mark that? pale:—I tell you yet again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot come
out on’s grave.
Lady Macbeth
The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?—What, Doctor
will these hands ne’er be clean? No more o’ that, my lord, no Even so?
more o’ that: you mar all with this starting.
Lady Macbeth
Doctor To bed, to bed; there’s knocking at the gate: come, come, come,
Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. come, give me your hand: what’s done cannot be undone: to bed, to
bed, to bed.
Gentlewoman
She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: [Exit.]
heaven knows what she has known. Doctor
Lady Macbeth Will she go now to bed?
Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes Gentlewoman
of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh! Directly.
Doctor Doctor
What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds
Gentlewoman Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds
I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
dignity of the whole body. More needs she the divine than the physician.—
God, God, forgive us all!—Look after her;
Doctor
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Remove from her the means of all annoyance,

Well, well, well,—
And still keep eyes upon her:—so, good-night:
Gentlewoman My mind she has mated, and amaz’d my sight:
Pray God it be, sir. I think, but dare not speak.
Gentlewoman Some say he’s mad; others, that lesser hate him,
Good-night, good doctor. Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
[Exeunt.] He cannot buckle his distemper’d cause
Within the belt of rule.
Angus
Scene II. Now does he feel
The Country near Dunsinane. His secret murders sticking on his hands;
[Enter. with drum and colours, Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Lennox, and Soldiers.] Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Menteith Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
Upon a dwarfish thief.
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes Menteith
Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm Who, then, shall blame
Excite the mortified man. His pester’d senses to recoil and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Angus Itself for being there?
Near Birnam wood
Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Caithness
Well, march we on,
Caithness
To give obedience where ’tis truly ow’d:
Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal;
Lennox And with him pour we, in our country’s purge,
For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Each drop of us.
Of all the gentry: there is Siward’s son Lennox
And many unrough youths, that even now
Or so much as it needs,
Protest their first of manhood.
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.
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Menteith Make we our march towards Birnam.

What does the tyrant? [Exeunt, marching.]
Caithness
Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
Scene III. Servant

Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. The English force, so please you.
[Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.] Macbeth
Take thy face hence.
Macbeth
Bring me no more reports; let them fly all: [Exit Servant.]
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane Seyton!—I am sick at heart,
I cannot taint with fear. What’s the boy Malcolm? When I behold—Seyton, I say!- This push
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know Will chair me ever or disseat me now.
All mortal consequences have pronounc’d me thus,— I have liv’d long enough: my way of life
“Fear not, Macbeth; no man that’s born of woman Is fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
Shall e’er have power upon thee.”—Then fly, false thanes, And that which should accompany old age,
And mingle with the English epicures: As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
[Enter a Servant.] Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seyton!—
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac’d loon!
Where gott’st thou that goose look? [Enter Seyton.]
Servant Seyton
There is ten thousand— What’s your gracious pleasure?
Macbeth Macbeth
Geese, villain? What news more?
Servant Seyton
Soldiers, sir. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reported.
Macbeth Macbeth
Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack’d.
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Thou lily-liver’d boy. What soldiers, patch? Give me my armour.

Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Seyton
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? ’Tis not needed yet.
Macbeth Would scour these English hence? Hear’st thou of them?
I’ll put it on.
Doctor
Send out more horses, skirr the country round;
Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
Hang those that talk of fear.—Give me mine armour.—
Makes us hear something.
How does your patient, doctor?
Macbeth
Doctor
Bring it after me.—
Not so sick, my lord,
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
That keep her from her rest.
[Exeunt all except Doctor.]
Macbeth
Cure her of that: Doctor
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas’d; Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Profit again should hardly draw me here.
Raze out the written troubles of the brain; [Exit.]
And with some sweet oblivious antidote --
Cleanse the stuff ’d bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart? Scene IV.
Doctor Country near Dunsinane: a Wood in view.
Therein the patient [Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Siward and his Son,
Must minister to himself. Macduff, Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox, Ross, and Sol-
Macbeth diers, marching.]
Throw physic to the dogs,—I’ll none of it.— Malcolm
Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:— Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
Seyton, send out.—Doctor, the Thanes fly from me.— That chambers will be safe.
Come, sir, despatch.—If thou couldst, doctor, cast
Menteith
The water of my land, find her disease,
We doubt it nothing.
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And purge it to a sound and pristine health,

I would applaud thee to the very echo, Siward
That should applaud again.—Pull’t off, I say.— What wood is this before us?
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Menteith
The wood of Birnam. [Exeunt, marching.]
Malcolm
Let every soldier hew him down a bough,
And bear’t before him; thereby shall we shadow Scene V.
The numbers of our host, and make discovery Dunsinane. Within the castle.
Err in report of us. [Enter with drum and colours, Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers.]
Soldiers Macbeth
It shall be done. Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still, “They come:” our castle’s strength
Siward
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie
We learn no other but the confident tyrant
Till famine and the ague eat them up:
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Were they not forc’d with those that should be ours,
Our setting down before’t.
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
Malcolm And beat them backward home.
’Tis his main hope:
[A cry of women within.]
For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less have given him the revolt; What is that noise?
And none serve with him but constrained things, Seyton
Whose hearts are absent too. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Macduff [Exit.]
Let our just censures
Macbeth
Attend the true event, and put we on
I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
Industrious soldiership.
The time has been, my senses would have cool’d
Siward To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
The time approaches, Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
That will with due decision make us know As life were in’t: I have supp’d full with horrors;
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
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Direness, familiar to my slaught’rous thoughts,

Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; Cannot once start me.
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate: [Re-enter Seyton.]
Towards which advance the war.
Wherefore was that cry?
Seyton [Strikimg him.]
The queen, my lord, is dead.
Messenger
Macbeth Let me endure your wrath, if ’t be not so.
She should have died hereafter; Within this three mile may you see it coming;
There would have been a time for such a word.— I say, a moving grove.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Macbeth
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
If thou speak’st false,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
I care not if thou dost for me as much.—
Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
I pull in resolution; and begin
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
That lies like truth. “Fear not, till Birnam wood
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Do come to Dunsinane;” and now a wood
Signifying nothing.
Comes toward Dunsinane.—Arm, arm, and out!—
[Enter a Messenger.] If this which he avouches does appear,
Thou com’st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
I ‘gin to be a-weary of the sun,
Messenger
And wish the estate o’ the world were now undone.—
Gracious my lord,
Ring the alarum bell!—Blow, wind! come, wrack!
I should report that which I say I saw,
At least we’ll die with harness on our back.
But know not how to do it.
[Exeunt.]
Macbeth
Well, say, sir.
Messenger Scene VI.
As I did stand my watch upon the hill, The same. A Plain before the Castle.
I look’d toward Birnam, and anon, methought, [Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Siward, Macduff, &c.,
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The wood began to move. and their Army, with boughs.]

Macbeth Malcolm
Liar, and slave! Now near enough; your leafy screens throw down,
And show like those you are.—You, worthy uncle, Young Siward
Shall with my cousin, your right-noble son, No; though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we Than any is in hell.
Shall take upon’s what else remains to do,
Macbeth
According to our order.
My name’s Macbeth.
Siward
Young Siward
Fare you well.—
The devil himself could not pronounce a title
Do we but find the tyrant’s power to-night,
More hateful to mine ear.
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Macbeth
Macduff
No, nor more fearful.
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Young Siward
Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
[Exeunt.]
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
[They fight, and young Seward is slain.]
Scene VII. Macbeth
The same. Another part of the Plain. Thou wast born of woman.—
[Alarums. Enter Macbeth.] But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish’d by man that’s of a woman born.
Macbeth
They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, [Exit.]
But, bear-like I must fight the course.—What’s he [Alarums. Enter Macduff.]
That was not born of woman? Such a one Macduff
Am I to fear, or none. That way the noise is.—Tyrant, show thy face!
[Enter young Siward.] If thou be’st slain and with no stroke of mine,
Young Siward My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still.
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
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What is thy name?

Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,
Macbeth Or else my sword, with an unbatter’d edge,
Thou’lt be afraid to hear it. I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! Macbeth
And more I beg not. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
[Exit. Alarums.] But get thee back; my soul is too much charg’d
With blood of thine already.
[Enter Malcolm and old Siward.]
Macduff
Siward
I have no words,—
This way, my lord;—the castle’s gently render’d:
My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight;
Than terms can give thee out!
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours, [They fight.]
And little is to do. Macbeth
Malcolm Thou losest labour:
We have met with foes As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
That strike beside us. With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
Siward I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
Enter, sir, the castle. To one of woman born.
[Exeunt. Alarums.]
Macduff
Despair thy charm;
And let the angel whom thou still hast serv’d
Scene VIII.
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb
The same. Another part of the field. Untimely ripp’d.
[Enter Macbeth.]
Macbeth
Macbeth Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
Why should I play the Roman fool, and die For it hath cow’d my better part of man!
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes And be these juggling fiends no more believ’d,
Do better upon them. That palter with us in a double sense;
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[Enter Macduff.] That keep the word of promise to our ear,

And break it to our hope!—I’ll not fight with thee.
Macduff
Turn, hell-hound, turn! Macduff
Then yield thee, coward, In the unshrinking station where he fought,
And live to be the show and gaze o’ the time: But like a man he died.
We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Siward
Painted upon a pole, and underwrit,
Then he is dead?
“Here may you see the tyrant.”
Fleance
Macbeth
Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
I will not yield,
Must not be measur’d by his worth, for then
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet,
It hath no end.
And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, Siward
And thou oppos’d, being of no woman born, Had he his hurts before?
Yet I will try the last. Before my body Ross
I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; Ay, on the front.
And damn’d be him that first cries, “Hold, enough!”
Siward
[Exeunt fighting.] Why then, God’s soldier be he!
[Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
Siward, Ross, Lennox, Angus, Caithness, Menteith, and I would not wish them to a fairer death:
Soldiers. And, so his knell is knoll’d.
Malcolm Malcolm
I would the friends we miss were safe arriv’d. He’s worth more sorrow,
Siward And that I’ll spend for him.
Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, Siward
So great a day as this is cheaply bought. He’s worth no more:
Malcolm They say he parted well, and paid his score:
Macduff is missing, and your noble son. And so, God be with him!—Here comes newer comfort.
[Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth’s head.]
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Ross
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt: Macduff
He only liv’d but till he was a man; Hail, king, for so thou art: behold, where stands
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm’d The usurper’s cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compass’d with thy kingdom’s pearl
That speak my salutation in their minds;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,—
Hail, King of Scotland!
ALL.
Hail, King of Scotland!
[Flourish.]
Malcolm
We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves,
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honour nam’d. What’s more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,—
As calling home our exil’d friends abroad,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,—
Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life;—this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place:
So, thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown’d at Scone.
[Flourish. Exeunt.]
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Macbeth (Ingles)

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DUNCAN, King of Scotland.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.

As thou didst leave it. Began a fresh assault.

Duncan What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

Scene III. I will drain him dry as hay:

I myself have all the other:

How far is’t call’d to Forres?—What are these First Witch-..

When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me Macbeth

But what is not.

Scene IV. That the proportion both of thanks and payment

Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter

On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness, Lady Macbeth

The king comes here tonight. To cry, “Hold, hold!”

You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,

Only look up clear; And thank us for your trouble.

See, see, our honour’d hostess!— [Exeunt.]

Scene VII. Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself,

Pr’ythee, peace! What cannot you and I perform upon

Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason

[Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.]

Act 2. Sent forth great largess to your officers:

Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Macbeth

Banquo Thus to mine eyes.—Now o’er the one half-world

That death and nature do contend about them,

Macbeth Lady Macbeth

Lady Macbeth Macbeth

Macbeth does murder sleep,”—the innocent sleep;

[Re-enter Lady Macbeth.]

Donalbain For ruin’s wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,

Against the undivulg’d pretense I fight [Exeunt.]

Scene II. Ross

War with mankind.

Here’s our chief guest.

Fail not our feast. Bring them before us.

[Exeunt Murderers.] Should be without regard: what’s done is done.

Servant Lady Macbeth

The least a death to nature. His absence, sir,

Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that

By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,

Where he bestows himself?

His message ere he come; that a swift blessing

Act 4. For a charm of powerful trouble,

First Witch Third Witch

Song. Second Witch

Apparition That rises like the issue of a king,

Macbeth Reign in this kingdom?

Which shows me many more; and some I see

My father is not dead, for all your saying. Every one.

Lady Macduff First murderer

Thy hope ends here! Malcolm

See, who comes here? What’s the newest grief?

Malcolm Your castle is surpris’d; your wife and babes

Dispute it like a man.

Doctor Lady Macbeth

Remove from her the means of all annoyance,

Menteith Make we our march towards Birnam.