His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man. Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, And many unrough youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood. Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule. Ang. Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands; Ment. Who then shall blame Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us. Len. Or so much as it needs, Serv. There is ten thousand- Mach. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheyface? Serv. The English force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am sick at heart, When I behold-Seyton, I say!—This push Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A room in the castle. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm ? Was he not born of woman? The spirits, that know All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus: And mingle with the English epicures: Enter a Servant. armour. How does your patient, doctor? As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Mach. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Doct. Therein the patient Mach. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me: Come, sir, despatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd I would applaud thee to the very echo, loon! Where got'st thou that goose look? That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.— What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at That chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow Sold. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Macd. Let our just censures Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Mach. She should have died hereafter; Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Mess. Gracious my lord, I shall report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Mach. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile you may see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Mach. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, If this, which he avouches, does appear, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. [Exeunt, marching. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the castle. Mach. Hang out our banners on the outward The cry is still, They come : Our castle's strength ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home. What is that noise? LA cry within, of Women. And wish the estate of the world were now undone : Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, At least we'll die with harness on our back. SCENE VI.-The same. Enter, with drums and colours, MALCOLM, old Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, Re-enter MACDUFF. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Mach. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd With blood of thine already. Macd. I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. Mach. Thou losest labour: As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pro- Untimely ripp'd. nounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Mach. No, nor more fearful. Mach. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my That palter with us in a double sense; sword That keep the word of promise to our ear, thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant. Mach. I'll not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: debt: He only liv'd but till he was a man ; Siw. Then he is dead? Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then Siw. Had he his hurts before? Siw. Why, then God's soldier be he! Mal. He's worth more sorrow, Siw. He's worth no more; They say, he parted well, and paid his score: So, God be with him!--Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head on a pole. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, where stands 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. King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expence 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; That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, KING JOHN: King JOHN: PERSONS OF THE DRAMA. Prince HENRY, his son; afterwards king Henry WILLIAM LONGSWORD, earl of Salisbury. HUBERT DE BURGH, chamberlain to the king. PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his half-brother, bas- PHILIP, king of France. SCENE, sometimes in England, and sometimes in France. ACT I. SCENE I.-Northampton. A Room of state in | In my behaviour, to the majesty, the palace. Enter King JOHN, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others, with CHA TILLON. K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us? Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France, The borrow'd majesty of England here. Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty! K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy. Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim To this fair island, and the territories; To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: |