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Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Mal. Dispute it like a man. Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, Macd.

I shall do so; That ever yet they heard.

But I must also feel it as a man : Macd.

Humph! I guess at it. I cannot but remember such things were, Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife and babes, That were most precious to me.- Did heaven look on, Savagely slaughter'd! to relate the manner, And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff, Were, on the quarry' of these murder'd deer, They were all struck for thee ! naught that I am, To add the death of you.

Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Mal.

Merciful heaven! - Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them now! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak, Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Whisper's the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, Macd. My children too?

And braggart with my tongue ! But, gentle Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all

heaven, That could be found.

Cut short all intermission; front to front, Macd.

And I must be from thence! Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; My wife kill'd too?

Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
I have said.

Heaven forgive him too!
Be comforted : Mal.

This tune goes manly. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; To cure this deadly grief.

Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth Macd. He has no children. — All my pretty ones? Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Did you say, all ? — 0, hell-kite ! - All?

Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,

may; At one fell swoop ?

The night is long that never finds the day. [ Exeunt.



SCENE I. -Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Lady M. Yet here's a spot.

Doct. Hark, she speaks : I will set down what Enter a Doctor of Physick, and a waiting Gentle- comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the

more strongly. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but Lady M. Out, damned spot ! out, I say !- One; can perceive no truth in your report. When was it Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't: - Hell is she last walked ?

murky !? Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier, and afеar'd? Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have What need we fear who knows it, when none can seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown call our power to account? — Yet who would have upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold thought the old man to have had so much blood in it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again him? return to bed: yet all this while in a most fast sleep. Doct. Do you mark that?

Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of is she now ?. What, will these hands ne'er be watching. - In this slumbry agitation, besides her clean ? - No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that : walking, and other actual performances, what, at you mar all with this starting. any time, have you heard her say ?

Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. should not. Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am should.

sure of that : Heaven knows what she has known. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still : all witness to confirm my speech.

the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little

hand. Oh! oh! oh! Enter Lady Macbeth, with a Taper.

Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise : charged. and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, close.

for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. How came she by that light?

Doct. Well, well, well, Gent. Why, it stood by her : she has light by

Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir. her continually; 'tis her command.

Doct. This disease is beyond my practice : Yet I Doct. You see, her eyes are open.

have known those which have walked in their sleep, Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.

who have died holily in their beds. Doct. What is it she does now ? Look, how she Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightrubs her hands.

gown; look not so pale : I tell you yet again, BanGent. It is an accustomed action with her, to quo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. seem thus washing her hands; I have known her Doct. Even so ? continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at | The game after it is killed.

2 Dark.

This push

the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your / Fear not, Macbeth ; no man, that's born of woman, hand: What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, to Shall e'er have power on thee. — Then fly, false bed, to bed. [Erit Lady MACBETH.

thanes, Doct. Will she go now to bed ?

And mingle with the English epicures: Gent. Directly.

The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; Unnatural Shall never sagg? with doubt, nor shake with fear.

deeds Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds

Enter a Servant. To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! More needs she the divine, than the physician. — Where gott'st thou that goose look ? God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ;

Serv. There is ten thousand Remove from her the means of all annoyance,


Geese, villain ? And still keep eyes upon her :- -So, good night: Serv.

Soldiers, sir. My mind she has mated), and amaz'd my sight : Macb. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, I think, but dare not speak.

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ? 9 Geni.

Good night, good doctor. Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine

(Exeunt. Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane. Serv. The English force, so please you.

Macb. Take thy face hence. - Seyton! - I am Enter, with Drum and Colours, MenterH, CATHNESS,

sick at heart, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.

When I behold Seyton, I say ! Ment. The English power is near, led on by Mal- | Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. colm,

I have liv'd long enough : my May of life His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.

Is fall'n into the sear', the yellow leaf : Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes And that which should accompany old age, Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Excite the mortified man. 4

I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Ang.

Near Birnam wood

Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file

Enter Seyton.
Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son,
And many unrough 5 youths, that even now

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?

What news more?
Protest their first of manhood.
What does the tyrant ?

Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reCath. Great Dunsináne, he strongly fortifies :

ported. Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,

Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be

hack'd. Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

Give me my armour.

Sey. Within the belt of rule.

'Tis not needed yet. Ang Now does he feel

Macb. I'll put it on.

Send out more horses, skirr ? the country round; His secret murders sticking on his hands; Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ;

Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine ar

mour. Those he commands, move only in command,

How does your patient, doctor? Nothing in love: now does he feel his title


Not so sick, my lord, Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
Upon a dwarfish thief.
Who then shall blame

That keep her from her rest.

Cure her of that : His pester'd senses to recoil and start,

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
When all that is within him does condemn

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Itself, for being there?
Well, march we on,

Raze out the written troubles of the brain;

And with some sweet oblivious antidote, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd :

Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff,
Meet we the medecin 6 of the sickly weal ;
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,

Which weighs upon the heart?

Therein the patient Each drop of us.

Must minister to himself.

Or so much as it needs,
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.

Macb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of

it. Make we our march towards Birnam.

[Ereunt, marching.

Come, put mine armour on ; give me my staff :

Seyton, send out. — Doctor, the thanes fly from me:-SCENE III. - Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Come, sir, despatch: - If thou couldst, doctor, cast

The water of my land, find her disease,
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.

And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; I would applaud thee to the very echo,
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsináne,

That should applaud again. — Pull't off, I say.
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm! What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know would scour these English hence !-- Hearest thou
All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus :

of them? a Confounded. * A religious; an ascetic. 7 Sink.

* Base fellow - Unbearded. The physician

9 An appellatiou of contempt.

1 Dry.


Dect. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation | And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Makes us hear something.

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle Macb.

Bring it after me. Life's but a walking shadow: a poor player, I will not be afraid of death and bane,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsináne. [Erit. And then is heard no more : it is a tale

Doct. Were I from Dunsináne away and clear, Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Profit again should hardly draw me here. (Exit. Signifying nothing. SCENE IV. - Country near Dunsinane. A Wood Thou com'st to use thy tongue ; thy story quickly.

Enter a Messenger. in view. Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, old I shall report that which I say I saw,

Mess. Gracious my lord, Sward and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, But know not how to do it. CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, Rosse, and Soldiers,


Well, say, sir. marching Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,

Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, That chambers will be safe. Ment.

We doubt it nothing.

The wood began to move.

Liar, and slave!
Siw. What wood is this before us?

[Striking him. Ment.

The wood of Birnar. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,

Mess. Let me endure your wrath, it't be not so :

Within this three mile may you see it coming ; And bear't before him ; thereby shall we shadow

I say, a moving grove. The numbers of our host, and make discovery


If thou speak'st false, Err in report of us. Sold. It shall be done.

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant I care not if thou dost for me as much.

Till famine cling 5 thee : if thy speech be sooth, Keeps still in Dunsináne, and will endure

I pull in resolution; and begin
Our setting down before't.

'Tis his main hope :

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood For where there is advantage to be given,

Do come to Dunsinane ; — and now a wood Both more and less 3 have given him the revolt;

Comes toward Dunsinane. — Arm, arm, and out.And none serve with him but constrained things,

If this which he avouches, does appear,
Whose hearts are absent too.

Let our just censures I'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. Attend the true event, and put we on

And wish the estate of the world were now undone.Industrious soldiership. Siw. The time approaches,

Ring the alarum bell: — Blow, wind! come, wrack !

At least we'll die with harness on our back. That will with due decision make us know

[Exeunt. What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;

SCENE VI. — A Plain before the Castle. But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:

Enter, with Drums and Colours, Malcolm, old Towards which, advance the war.

SIWARD, MacduFF, 8c. and their Army, with

[Ereunt, marching. Boughs. SCENE V. - Dunsinane. Within the Castle.

Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw

down, Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, And show like those you are:- You, worthy uncle, and Soldiers.

Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Lead our first battle ; worthy Macduff, and we, walls;

Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
The cry is still, They come : Our castle's strength According to our order.
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,


Fare you well. Till famine, and the ague, eat them up :

Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them And beat them backward home. What is that noise?

all breath, (A cry within of women. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

[Exeunt. Alarums continued. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have coolid

SCENE VII. - Another Part of the Plain. To hear a night-shriek; and my fell + of hair

Enter MACBETH. Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir

Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; But, bear-like, I must fight the course. – What's he, Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, That was not born of woman? Such a one Cannot once start me. - Wherefore was that cry? Am I to fear, or none. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Enter young

SIWARD. Macb. She should have died hereafter;

Yo. Siw. What is thy name? There would have been a time for such a word.


Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time;

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My name's Macbeth. Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit, Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce Here may you see the tyrant.


I'll not yield, More hateful to mine ear.

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Macb.

No, nor more fearful. And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsináne, sword

And thou oppos’d, being of no woman born, I'll prove the lie thou speak’st.

Yet I will try the last : Before my body [They fight, and young Siward is slain. I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff ; Macb. Thou wast born of woman,

And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,

(Exeunt fighting Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Erit.

Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and CoAlarums. Enter MACDUFF.

lours, Malcolm, old SIWARD, Rosse, Lexox, Macd. That way the noise is : — Tyrant, show ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.

thy face : If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,

Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar

riv'd. My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms

Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, Are hir’d to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; He only liv'd but till he was a man;

Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited 7: Let me find him, fortune!

The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd And more I beg not.

[Erit. Alarum.

In the unshrinking station where he fought,

But like a man he died.
Enter Malcolm and old SIWARD.


Then he is dead ? Siw. This way, my lord ; - the castle's gently

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your cause render'd :

of sorrow The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then The noble thanes do bravely in the war;

It hath no end. The day almost itself professes yours,


Had he his hurts before?
And little is to do.

Rosse. Ay, on the front.
We have met with foes


Why then, God's soldier be he! That strike beside us.

Had I as many sons as I have hairs, Siw.

Enter, sir, the castle. I would not wish them to a fairer death :

(Ereunt. Alarum. And so his knell is knoll'd. Re-enter MACBETH.


He's worth more sorrow, Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die And that I'll spend for him. On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes


He's worth no more; Do better upon them.

They say he parted well, and paid his score:

So God be with him. - Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MacDUFF. Macd.

Turn, hell-hound, turn. Re-enter Macduff, with MACBETI's Head on a Pole. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art : Behold,

where stands With blood of thine already. Macd.

I ve no words,

The usurper's cursed head : the time is free: My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain

I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Than terins can give thee out! [They fight. That speak my salutation in their minds; Macb.

Thou losest labour :

Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air 8

Hail, king of Scotland ! With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed :


King of Scotland, hail! (Flourish. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ;

Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, I bear a charmed life, which must not yield

Before we reckon with your several loves, To one of woman born.

And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsMacd. Despair thy charm;

men, And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb

In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, Untimely ripp’d.

Which would be planted newly with the time, — Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,

As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, For it hath cow'd my better part of man!

That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,

Producing forth the cruel ministers That palter 9 with us in a double sense ;

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ; That keep the word of promise to our ear,

Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Took off her life : — This, and what needful else Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, And live to be the show and gaze o’the time.

We will perform in measure, time, and place : We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

So thanks to all at once, and to each one, 6 Foot-soldiers. 7 Reported with clamour.

Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. The air which cannot be cut. 9 Shuffle.

(Flourish. Exeunt.



KING Johx.

LEWIS, the Dauphın.
PRINCE HENRY, his Son ; afterwards K. Henry III. ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA.
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, late CardinAL PANDULPH, the Pope's Legate.

Duke of Bretagne, the elder Brother of King John. Melun, a French Lord.
WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to King John.
GEFFREY Fitz-Petek, Earl of Essex, Chief Jus-

ticiary of England.
WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.

ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and Mother

of King John. RO BERT Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.

CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. HUBERT DE Burgu, Chamberlain to the King. Robert FAULCONBRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert Faul-| BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and

Niece to King John. conbridge.

LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard, and Philip FaulcoNBRIDGE, his Half-Brother, Bastard Robert Faulconbridge.

Son to King Richard the First.
James Gurney, Servant to Lady Faulconbridge.
PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet.

Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, PAILIP, King of France.

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Allendants. SCENE, - sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.


SCENE I. — Northampton. A Room of State in Chal. The proud control of fierce and bloody the Palace.


To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. Enter King John, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE,

K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood Essex, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON.

for blood, K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would Controlment for controlment: so answer France. France with us?

Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of

mouth, France,

The furthest limit of my embassy. In my behaviour', to the majesty,

K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in The borrow'd majesty of England here.

peace : Eli. A strange beginning ; – borrow'd majesty! Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em- For ere thou canst report I will be there, bassy.

The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,

And sullen presage of your own decay. Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim An honourable conduct let him have : To this fair island, and the territories;

Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine :

[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,

Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; How that ambitious Constance would not cease, And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Till she had kindled France, and all the world, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

Upon the right and party of her son ? K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this ? This might have been prevented, and made whole,

With very easy arguments of love ; 1 In the manner I now do.

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