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Macb. She should have died hereafter; Scene IV. Country near Birnam wood.

There would have been a time for such a word. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old Si-To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

WARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, Ross, and Sol- To the last syllable of recorded time,
diers, marching.

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player hand

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage That chambers will be safe.

And then is heard no more: it is a tale Ment.

We doubt it nothing. Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Siw. What wood is this before us?

Signifying nothing. Ment.

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

Enter a Messenger. And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host and make discovery Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Err in report of us.

Mess. Gracious my lord,

30 Soldiers. It shall be done.

I should report that which I say


saw, Siw. We learn no other but the confident But know not how to do it. tyrant


Well, say, sir. Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure

Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, Our setting down before 't.

I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, Mal.

'Tis his main hope: 10 The wood began to move. For where there is advantage to be given,


Liar and slave! Both more and less have given him the revolt,

Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if 't be And none serve with him but constrained things

not so: Whose hearts are absent too.

Within this three mile may you see it coming; Macd.

Let our just censures I say, a moving grove. Attend the true event, and put we on


If thou speak'st false, Industrious soldiership.

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Siw.

The time approaches Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, 40 That will with due decision make us know

I care not if thou dost for me as much.
What we shall say we have and what we owe. I pull in resolution, and begin
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :

That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam Towards which advance the war.

[Exeient, marching. Do come to Dunsinane :' and now a wood

Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!

If this which he avouches does appear, Scene V. Dunsinane. Within the castle.

There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. Enter MACBETH, Seyton, and Soldiers, with I gin to be aweary of the sun,

And wish the estate o' the world were now undrum and colours.

done. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! walls;

At least we'll die with harness on our back. The cry is still ‘They come:' our castle's strength

[Exeunt. Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie Till famine and the ague eat them up: Were they not forced with those that should be SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle.

ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, Druin and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SiAnd beat them backward home.

WARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with [A cry of women within.

boughs. What is that noise ? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

Mal. Now near enough: your leavy screens

(Exit. throw down, Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: And show like those you are. You, worthy The time has been, my senses would have cool'd uncle, To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir

Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with Shall take upon 's what else remains to do, horrors ;

According to our order. Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Simu.

Fare you well.
Cannot once start me.

Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give
Re-enter SEYTON.
them all breath,

9 Wherefore was that cry? Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.



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SCENE VII. Another part of the field.


Alarums. Enter MACBETH.

Turn, hell-hound, turn !

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I can- But get thee back; my soul is too much charged not fly,

With blood of thine already. But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he Macd.

I have no words:
That was not born of woman? Such a one My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
Am I to fear, or none.

Than terms can give thee out! [They fight.

Thou losest labour:

As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air

With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed: Yo, Siw. What is thy name?

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; Macb.

Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a To one of woman born. hotter name


Despair thy charm;
Than any is in hell.

And let the angel whom thou still hast served
My name's Macbeth.

Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pro- Untimely ripp’d.
nounce a title

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, More hateful to mine ear.

For it hath cow'd my better part of man! Mach.

No, ncr more fearful. And be these juggling fiends no more believed, Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with That palter with us in a double sense ; 20 20

That keep the word of promise to our ear, I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. [They fight and young Siward is slain. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, Macb.

Thou wast born of woman. And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,

We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. Painted upon a pole, and underwrit,

[Exit. . 'Here may you see the tyrant.'

| I will not yield,
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,

And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Macd. That way the noise is. Tyrant, show Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, 30
thy face!

And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, Yet I will try the last. Before my body
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,

And damn'd be him that first cries ‘Hold, e-
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms

nough!' [Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,

Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge

colours, MALCOLM, olit SIWARD, Ross, the I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst

other Thanes, and Soldiers. By this great clatter, one of greatest note

Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune !

And more I beg not. [Erit. Alarums. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see,

So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's Siw. This way, my lord; the castle's gently

debt: render'd: He only lived but till he was a man;

40 The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd The noble thanes do bravely in the war;

In the unshrinking station where he fought, The day almost itself professes yours,

But like a man he died. And little is to do.


Then he is dead?
We have met with foes

Ross. Ay, and brought off the field: your
That strike beside us.

cause of sorrow Sir.

Enter, sir, the castle. Must not be measured by his worth, for then
(Exeunt. Alarums. It hath no end.


Had he his hurts before ?
SCENE VIII. Another part of the field.

Ross. Ay, on the front.

Why then, God's soidier be he!

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

I would not wish them to a fairer death: Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and And so, his knell is knoll'd. die


He's worth more sorrow, 50
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes And that I'll spend for him.
Do better them.


He's worth no more :



They say he parted well, and paid his score: And make us even with you. My thanes and And so, God be with him! Here comes newer kinsmen, comfort.

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland

In such an honour named. What's more to do, Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head.

Which would be planted newly with the time, Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, As calling home our exiled friends abroad where stands

That fied the snares of watchful tyranny; The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: Producing forth the cruel ministers I see thee compass’d with thy kingdom's pearl, Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, That speak my salutation in their minds; Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands 70 Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:

Took off her life; this, and what needful else Hail, King of Scotland !

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, All Hail, King of Scotland! [Flourish. We will perform in measure, time and place : Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of So, thanks to all at once and to each one, time

60 Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Before we reckon with your several loves,

(Flourish. Exeunt.



CLAUDIUS, king of Denmark.
HAMLET, son to the late, and nephew to the

present king
POLONIUS, lord chamberlain.
HORATIO, friend to Hamlet.
LAERTES, son to Polonius.

A Gentleman,
A Priest.
MARCELLUS,} officers.
FRANCISCO, a soldier.

REYNALDO, servant to Polonius.
Two Clowns, grave-diggers.
FORTINBRAS, prince of Norway.
A Captain
English Ambassadors.
GERTRUDE, queen of Denmark, and mother

to Hamlet.
OPHELIA, daughter to Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Mes-

sengers, and other Attendants.

Ghost of Hamlet's Father.

SCENE: Denmark.


Mar. What, has this thing appear'd again to

night? SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the Ber. I have seen nothing. castle.

Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,

And will not let belief take hold of him Francisco at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO. Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us : Ber. Who's there?

Therefore I have entreated him along Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold With us to watch the minutes of this night; yourself.

That if again this apparition come, Ber. Long live the king !

He may approve our eyes and speak to it. Fran. Bernardo?

Hor. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. Ber. He.


Sit down awhile; 30 Fran. You come most carefully upon your And let us once again assail your ears, hour.

That are so fortified against our story Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, What we have two nights seen. Francisco.


Well, sit we down, Fran. For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. cold,

Ber. Last night of all, And I am sick at heart.

When yond same star that's westward from the Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?

pole Fran.

Not a mouse stirring. 10 Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Ber. Well, good night.

Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

The bell then beating one,-
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
Fran. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's

Enter Ghost. there?

Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.

comes again!

40 Hor. Friends to this ground.

Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's Mar.

And liegemen to the Dane. dead. Fran. Give you good night.

Mar. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Mar.

O, farewell, honest soldier: Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Who hath relieved you?

Horatio. Fran.

Bernardo has my place. Hor. Most like: it harrows me with fear and Give you good night.

[Exit. wonder. Mar. Holla! Bernardo!

Ber. It would be spoke to.


Question it, Horatio. What, is Horatio there?

Hor. What art thou that usurp'st this time of Hor. A piece of him.

night, Ber. Welcome, Horatio : welcome, good Mar- Together with that fair and warlike form cellus.

In which the majesty of buried Denmark




Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, Is the main motive of our preparations, speak!

The source of this our watch and the chief head Mar. It is offended.

Of this post-haste and romage in the land. Ber.

See, it stalks away! 50 Ber. I think it be no other but e'en so: Hor. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, Well may it sort that this portentous figure speak!

[Exit Ghost. Comes armed through our watch; so like the Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.

king Ber. How now, Horatio! you treinble and That was and is the question of these wars. look pale:

Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. Is not this something more than fantasy? In the most high and palmy state of Rome, What think you on't?

A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead Without the sensible and true avouch

Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets: Of mine own eyes.

As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Mar. Is it not like the king?

Disasters in the sun; and the moist star Hor. As thou art to thyself:

Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Such was the very armour he had on

60 Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse :
When he the ambitious Norway combated ; And even thc like precurse of fierce events,
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, As harbingers preceding still the fates
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.

And prologue to the omen coming on, 'Tis strange.

Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Mar. Thus twice before, and jump at this Unto our climatures and countrymen.dead hour,

But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again! With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

Re-enter Ghost. Hor. In what particular thought to work I know not;

I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion ! But in the gross and scope of my opinion, If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Speak to me: Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he | If there be any good thing to be done, 130 that knows,

70 That may to thee do ease and grace to me, Why this same strict and most observant watch Speak to me:

[Cock crows. So nightly toils the subject of the land,

If thou art privy to thy country's fate, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, And foreign mart for implements of war;

O, speak! Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Does not divide the Sunday from the week; Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, What might be toward, that this sweaty haste For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Doch make the night joint-labourer with the day: Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus. Who is 't that can inform me?

Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? Hor.

That can I ;
Hor. Do, if it will not stand.

141 At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, 80 Ber.

'Tis here! Whose image even but now appear'd to us,


'Tis here! Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Mar. 'Tis gone!

[Exit Ghost. Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, We do it wrong, being so majestical, Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Ham- To offer it the show of violence; let

For it is, as the air, invulnerable, For so this side of our known world esteem'd And our vain blows malicious mockery. him

Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact,

Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Well ratified by law and heraldry,

Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, Did forseit, with his life, all those his lands The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, 150 Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:

Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Against the which, a moiety competent 90

Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Was gaged by our king; which had return'd Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

The extravagant and erring spirit hies Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same coven- To his confine: and of the truth herein ant,

This present object made probation. And carriage of the article design'd,

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there The bird of dawning singeth all night long: 165 Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,

And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad: For food and diet, to some enterprise

The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, That hath a stomach in't; which is no other- No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, As it doth well appear unto our state

So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. But to recover of us, by strong hand

Hor. So have I heard and do in part believe it. And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands But, look, the morn, in russet manile clad, So by his father lost: and this, I take it,

Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:



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