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Scene II.

Shall e'er have power on thee.--Then fly Mucb. Bring it after me.--
false thanes,

I will not be afraid of death and bane, And mingle with the English epicures :

Till Biruam forest come to Duusinane. The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,

(Erit. Shall nerer sag with doubt, nor shake with Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away aud fear


Profit again should hardly draw me here. (Erit.
Enter a SERVANT.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'u SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane : A
loon ! +

Wood in vieu,
Where goi'st thou that goose look ?

Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, Serv. There is ten thousand

old SIWARD and his Sox, MACDUFP, MENMacb. Geese, villain ?

TETH, CATHNESS, ANGOS, LENOX, Rosse, Serv. Soldiers, Sir.

and Soldiers, marching. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,

Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ? |

land Death of thy soul I those lineu cheeks of thinic That chambers will be sare, Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey.

Ment. We doubt it nothing. face 1

Sine. What wood is this before us! Sery. The English force, so please you.

Ment. The wood of Birnam. Macb. Take iny face hence. ---Seylon !-1 am Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, sick at heart,

And bear't before him ; thereby shall we shaWhen I behold-Seyton, I say !--This push

dow Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.

The numbers of our host, and make discovery I lave liv'd long enough : my way of life

Err in report of us. Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf :

Sold, it shall be done. And that which should accompany old age,

Siw. We learu no other, but the confident As bonour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

tyrant I must not look to bave; but, in their stead, Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, Our setting down belor't. breath,

Mal. 'Tis his main hope : Which the poor heart would fain deny, but For where there is advantage to be given, dare not.

Both more and less have given bin the re

volt; Seyton !-

And none serve with him, but coustrained Enter SEYTON.

things, Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?

Whose hearts are absent too. Blacb. What news inore?

Macd. Let our just censures Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was attend the true event, and put we on reported.

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

Siw. The time approaches, be back'd.

That will with due decision make us know Give me my armour.

What we shall say we have, and what we owe, Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.

Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; Macb. I'll put it on.

But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :t Send out more horses, skirr || the country Towards which, advance the war. round;

(Ereunt, marching. Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour

SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the
How does your patient, doctor 3

Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,

Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, That keep her from her rest.

SEYTON, and Soldisrs. Macb. Cure ber of that :

Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;

walls; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; The cry is still, They come : Our castle's Raze out the written troubles of the brain;

strength And, with some sweet oblivions antidote, Will laugh a siege to scorn : here let them lie, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Till famine and the ague eat them up: Which weighs upon the heart?

Were they not forc'd with those that should be Doct. Therein the patient

our's, Must minister to himself.

We might have met them dareful, beard to Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of

beard, it.

And beat them backward home. What is that Come, put mine armour on; give me my

noise ?

(A cry within, of Women, staff:

Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: me :

The time has beeu, my senses would have Corne, Sir, despatch :-If thou could'st, doctor,

cool'd cast

To hear a night-shriek; and my fell I of hair The water of my land, find ber disease,

Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir And purge it to a sound and pristine health, As life were iu't: I have supp'd full with hor. I would applaud thee to the very echo,

rors ; That should applaud again.-Pull'l off, I say.- Direness, familiar to my slaught'rons thoughts, What rhubarb, senna ; or what purgative drug, Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that Would scour these English hence ;-Hearest thou of them ?

Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Doct. Ay, my good lord ; your royal prepara- Macb. She should have died hereafter ; tion

There would have been a time for such a word.Makes us bear something.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
. Sink.
Base fellow. * An appellation of contempl.

• 1.e. Greater and less.
| Srovi.
+ Determine.

: Shin.

2 X


To the last syllable of recorded thine ;

Mucb. My name's Macbeth. And all our yesterdays lave lighted fouls

Yo. Siw. The devil himsell could not pic The way to dusty death. Out, ont, brief candle !

nounce a title
Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, More bateful to iniue ear.
That struts and frets his bour upon the stage, Macb. No, nor more fearful.
And then is heard no more : it is a tale

Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abborred tyrant; with Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

my sword Siguifying nothing.–

I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

(They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. Enter a MESSENGER.

Macb. Thou wast born of woman.Thou com'st to use thy tongne ; thy story quickly. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Aless. Gracions my lord,

Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. I shall report that which I say I saw,

(Erit. But know not how to do it. Macb. Well, say, Sir.

Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show hill,

thy face : I look'd toward Biruam, and anon, inethought, If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of inine, The wood began to move.

My wife and children's ghost will haunt me Macb. Liar and slave! [Striking him.

still. Aless. Let ine endure your wrath, it't be not I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms SO:

Are hir'd to bear their slaves ; either thou, MacWithin this three mile may you see it coming ;

beth, I say, a moving grove.

Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Jacb. If thou speak'st false,

I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,

be; Till famine cling thee : if thy speech be sooth, By this great clatter, one of greatest note I care not if thou dost for me as much.

Seems bruited : " Let me tind him, fortune! I pull in resolution ; and begin

Aud more I beg not.

(Exit. Alaram. To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

Enter Malcols and SIWARD. That lies like truth : Feur not, till Birnam wood

Siw. This way, my lord ;—The castle's gently Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood

render'd : Comes toward Dunsivane.--Arm, arın, and The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; out

The noble thanes do bravely in the war ; If this, which he avouches, does appcar,

The day alınost itself prosesses your's, There is nor Mying bence, nor tarrying here,

And little is to do. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

Mal. We have met with foes Aud wish the estate o'the world were now un. That strike beside us. done.

(wrack ! Siw. Euter, Sir, the castle. Ring the alarum bell :-Blow, wind ! coine,

(Exeunt. Alarum. At least we'll die with baruess on our back.

Re-enter MACBETH. (Exeunt.

Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and SCENE VI.-The same.-A Plain before the


[gashes Castle.

On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the

Do better upon them. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old SiWARD), MACDUFF, &c. and their Army,

Re-enter MACDUFF. with Boughs.

Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Mal. Now near enough ; your leavy screens

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : throw down,

But get thee back, my soul is too much chary'd And show like those you are :-You, worthy With blood of thine already. uncle,

Macd. I have no words, Shall, with iny cousin, your right-noble con, My volce is in iny sword; thou bloodier vil.ain Lead our first battle : worthy Macduff, and we, Than terms can give thee out ! Shall, take upon us what else remains to do,

[They fight. According to our order.

Macb. Thou losest labour : Siu. Fare you well.

As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air + Do we but and the tyrant's power to-night,

With ihy keen sword inpress, as make me Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

bleed : Mucd. Make all our trumpets speak; give Let sall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; them all breath,

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. To one of woman born. (Exeunt. Alurums continued. Macd. Despair thy charin ;

And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, SCENE VII.-The same.-Another Part of Tell thee, Macdući

' was from his mother's womb the Plain.

Untimely ripp'd.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me Enter MACBETH.

80, Macb. They have tied me to a stake : I can. For it hath cow'd my better part of inan! not fly :

And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's That palter with us in a double sense ; he,

That keep the word of promise to our ear, That was not born of woman ? Such a one And break it to our hope.--I'll not fight with Am I to fear, or none.


Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
Enter young SIWARD.

And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. Yo. Siu. What is thy wame?

We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit, Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a Here may you see the lyrant. hotter name

Macb. l'il not yield, Than any is in hell.

• Reported with clamour.
• Shrivel

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Scene II.

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Siw. He's worth no more ;
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

They say, he parted well, and paid his score: Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, So, God be with him!-Here comes newer coinAnd thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,

fort. Yet I will try the last : Before my body I throw my warlike shield : lay ou, Macduft;

Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on And damn'd be be that first cries, Hold, enough.

a Pole, (Exeunt, fighting. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art : Behold,

wbere stands Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum The usurper's cursed head : the time is free :

und Colours, Malcolu, old SIWARD,Rosse, I see ibee compass'd with thy kingdoin's pearl, Lenox, Angus, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and That speak my salutation in their ininds; Soldiers

Whose voices I desire aloud with nine,Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe Hail, king of Scotland! arriv'd.

All. King of Scotland, hail! (Flourish. Siu. Some must go off : and yet, by these I Mal. We shall not spend a large expeuse of see,

time, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Before we reckon with your several loves,

Mul. Macduff is missing, and your uoble son. And make us eveu with you. My tuanes and Rosse. Your son, my lord, bas paid a soldier's

kinsmen, debt :

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland He only liv'd but till he was a man ;

In such an honour nain'd. What's more to do, The which no sooner lad bis prowess confirm'd Which would be planted newly with the time,In the unshrinking station where he fought, As calling home our exil'd friends abroad; But like a man he died.

That Aed the shares of watchtu tyranny ; Siu. Then he is dead ?

Producing forth the cruel ministers Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your oi this dead butcher, and bis fiend-like queen; cause of sorrow

Who, as 'lis thought, by self and violent Must not be measur'd by bis worth, for then

bands It hath no end.

Took off her life ;--This, and what needful else Sir. Had he his hurts before ?

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Rosse. Ay, on the front,

We will perform in measure, time, and place : Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!

So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

Whoin we mvite to see us crowd at Scone. I would uot wish them to a fairer death :

(Flourish. Ereunt. And so bis knell is knoll'. Mal. He's worth more sorrow,

+ The kingdom's wealth or ornament. Aud that I'll spend for him.


LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS play was probably writteu in the year 1596. The action comprehends some of the principal events which

occurred from the 34th year of King John's life to the time of his demise ; or, during his short reiga of seventoen years. Shakspeare has iu some respects closely adhered to the old historians and chroniclers; but the Duke of Austria was not accessary to the death of Richard Cæur-de-lion ; peither was Jobu himself poisoned by a monk. However the gross licentiousness of the latter---his utter disregard of ereu the appearances of religion--and his habitual ridicule of the church, might favour such a supposition, it is certain that he died partly of grief, and parily of chagrin, at Newark. These incongruities, with the outline of l'aulconbridge's character, our poet very likely derived from some previous dramatic production. With respect to the unfor. tunate Arthur, when he first fell into the power of his uncle, he was confined in the castle of Falaise, and the perfidious mouarch endeavoured in vaiu to procare his assassination. He was afterwards conducted to the castle of Rouen, where Johu resided, and uever afterwards heard of. The manner of his death is aneertain ; but it is geuerally believed that the barbarous tyrant stabbed him with his own hand. Dr. Johnson says of this tragedy : “Though not written with the utovost power of Shakspeare, it is varied with a very pleasing ia. terchange of incidevts and characters : the lady's grief is very affecting; and the character of the Bastard cutie taids that mixture of greatness and levity, which this author delighted to exhibit.” The latter is, indeed, as odd a personage as any author ever drew; and his language is as peculiar as his ideas ; but the scene in which Johu so darkly proposed to Hubert the murder of his innocent nephew, is beyond the commendation of eria ticism. Art could add little to its perfection ; no change in dramatic taste can injure it; ayd time itself can subtract uothing from its beautieso------Colly Cibber altered this drama, though uot for the best.


PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet. Prince HENRY, his Son; afterwards King Philip, King of France. Henry III.

Lewis, the Dauphin. ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, ARCH-DUKE of Austria.

late Duke of Bretagne, the elder CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's legate. Brother of King John.

MELUN, a French Lord. WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to King GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Esser, Chief

John. Justiciary of England. WILLIAM LONGSWORD), Earl of Salisbury. ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and ROBERT Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.

Mother of King John. HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. King.

BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Cas. ROBERT FAULCON BRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert

tile, and Niece to King John. Faulconbridge.

LADY FAULCONERIDG K, Mother to the Bastard, Philip FAULCON BRIDGE, his Half-brother, and Robert Faulconbridge.

bastard Son to King Richard the

Lords, Ladics, Citizens of Angiers, Sherif, JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulcon- Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, bridge.

and other Attendants. SCENE, sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.

ACT 1.

K. John. Silence, good mother ; hear the em

bassy. SOENE I.--Northampton.--A Room of State Chai. Pbilip of France, in right and true bein the Palace.

of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, (half

Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim Enter King John, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE, To this fair island, and the territories ; Essex, SALISBURY, and others, with Cha To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Tourainc, Maine : TILLON

Desiring thee to lay aside the sword, K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would which sways usurpingly these several titles; France with us?

And put the same into young Arthur's band, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign. France,

K. John. 'What follows, if we disallow of this ? In my behaviour, to the majesty,

Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody The borrow'd majesty of England bere.

war, Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd ma. To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. jesty!

K. John. Here bave we war' for war, and

blood for blood, • lu the mavner I now do.

Controlment for controimeut: so answer France.

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Const. My grief's so great,
That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up; here l and sorrow sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

Act III. Sceng I.

Act II. Scene Il.


Hub. Read here, young Arthur. [shows a paper.]
Gra you not read it? is it not fair writ?
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.

Act IV. Scene I.

K. John. The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; And all the shrouds wherewith my life should sail Are turned to one thread, one little hair.

Act V. Scene VII.

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