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SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane: A
Enter a MESSENGER.
Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old
ckly. SIWARD und his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, Mess. Gracious my lord, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, Rosse, und Sol- I shall report that which I say I saw, diers, marching
But know not how to do it. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at
Macb. Well, say, Sir.. That chambers will be safe.
Mess. As I'did 'stand my watch upon the Ment. We doubt it nothing.
hill, Siw. What wood is this before us ?
I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, Ment. The wood of Birnam.
The wood began to move. Mal, Let every soldier hew him down a
Macb, Liar, and slave! [Striking him. bough,
Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not
Within this three mile may you see it coming; Err in report of us.
I say, a moving grove. . Sold. It shall be done.
Macb. If thou speak'st false, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine cling* thee: if thy speech be sooth, tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
I care not if thou dost for me as much.Our setting down befor't.
I pull in resolution; and begin Mal. 'Tis his main hope:
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, For where there is advantage to be given,
That lies like truth: Fear nut, till Birnam rood Both more and less* have given him the revolt;
Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a woud And none serve with him, but constrained
Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and Whose hearts are absent too.
[things, I If this, which he avouches, does appear, Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. Industrious soldiership
I'gin to be a-weary of the sun, Tundone.Siw. The time approaches,
And wish the estate o'the world were now That will with due decision make us know
Ring the alarum bell :-Blow, wind! come, What we shall say we have, and what we owe,
wrack ! Thoughts speculative their unsvie hopes relate;
: At least we'll die with barnesst on our back. But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :+
[Exeunt. Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. 1 SCENE VI.-The same.- A plain before the
Castle. SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Foster,
th Drums and Co Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SIWARD, MACDUFF, 8c, and their Army, with SEYTON, and Soldiers.
Boughs. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Mal. Now near enough; your leary screens walls;
(uncle, The cry is still, They come: Our* castle's And show like those you are :-You, worthy Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son. Till famine, and the ague, eat them up: Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Were they not forc'd with those that should Shall take upon us what else remains to do, be ours,
fbeard. According to our order. We might have met them dareful, beard tól Siw. Fare you well.And beat them backward home. What is that Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
noise ? [A cry within, of Women. Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
my good lord. | Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
them all breath, The time has been, my senses would have Those clamorous harbingers of blood and cool'd
death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. To hear a night-shriek; and my fellt of hair ISCENE VII.-The same. Another Part of the Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
Plain. As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Enter MACBETH. Direness, familiar to my slauglitrous thoughts, Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I can. Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that
But, bear-like, I must fight the course.- What's Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
That was not born of woman? Such a one Mācb. She should have died bereafter; Am I to fear, or none. There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Enter young SIWARD. Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
Yo. Siw. What is thy name? To the last syllable of recorded time;
Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief
hotter name candle !
Than any is in hell. Lite's but a walking shadow; a poor player, Macb. My name's Macbeth. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not proAnd then is heard no more: it is a tale
nounce a title Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
More hateful to mine ear. Signifying nothing.
Macb. No, nor more fearful. * I. e. Greater and less. + P termine. Skin.
Yo. Sw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with | Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, my sword
| Here may you see the tyrant. I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
Macb. I'll not yield,
[feet, [They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's Macb. Thou wast born of woma
And to be baited with the rabble's curse. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.. And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
(Exit. Yet I will try the last : Before my body Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff"; Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show
And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough.
[Exeunt, fighting. thy face: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and My wife and children's ghost will haunt me Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Rosse, LEstill.
farms NOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and SolI cannot strike at wretched kernes,* whose
diers. Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe Macbeth,
arriy'd. Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I Isheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st
So great a day as this is cheaply bought. (see, be;
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited :t Let me find him, fortune!
- Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's
He only liv'd but till he was a man ; [debt: And more I beg not. [Exit. Alurum.
The which no sooner had bis prowess confirm’d Enter MALCOLM and SiwarD.
In the unshrinking station where he fought, Siw. This way, my lord ;The castle's gently
But like a man he died.
Sive. Then he is dead ? render'd : The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
cause of sorrow The day almost itself professes yours,
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then And little is to do.
It hath no end. Mal. We have met with foes
Siw. Had he his hurts before? That strike beside us.
Rosse. Ay, on the front. Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle.
Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he! [Exeunt. Alarum.
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so his knell is knollid.
Mul. He's worth more sorrow, and die
And that I'll spend for him. On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the
Siw. 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 Re-enter MACDUFF.
comfort. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Re-enter MACDUFF, with Macbeth's Head on a Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
Pole. But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd |
Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art : Behold, With blood of thine already.
where stands Macd. I have no words,
The usurper's cursed head : the time is free: My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
I see tbee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,* Than terms can give thee out! [They fight.
That speak my salutation in their minds; Macb. Thou losest labour:
Whose yoices I desire aloud with mine, As easy inay'st thon the intrenchant air:
Hail, king of Scotland! With thy keen sword impress, as make me
All. King of Scotland, hail! (Flourish. bleed:
Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
Before we reckon with your several loves, To one of woman born. Macd. Despair thy charm;
And make us even with you. My thanes and And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
kinsmen, Tell thee, Macduff was from bis 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
As calling home our exil'd friends abroad; For it hath cow'd my better part of man! (so,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
Producing forth the cruel ministers That paltert with us in a double s
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
Took off her life; This, and what needful else thee.
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, • Madd. Than yield thee, coward,
We will perform in measure, time, and place: And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
So thanks to all at once, and to each one, We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Soldiers. + Reported with clamour,
lourish. Exeunt. * The air which cannot be cut.
* The kingdom's wealth or ornament.
KING JO H N.
| LEWIS, the Dauphin. Prince Henry, his Son; afterwards King | ARCH-DUKE of Austria. Henry III.
CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's legate. ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, | MELUN, a French Lord.
late Duke of Bretagne, the elder Bro-Chatillon, Ambassador from France to King ther of King John.
John. WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. GEFFREY Fitz-Peter, Earl of Essex, Chief ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and Justiciary of England.
Mother of King John. WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury. CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. Robert Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.
BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of CasHUBERT DE Burgh, Chamberlain to the King.
tile, and Niece to King John. ROBERT FALCONBRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard. Faulconbridge.
and Robert Faulconbridge. Philip FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-brother, bas-Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, tard Son to King Richard the First.
Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulcon
and other Attendants. bridge. Peter of Pomfret, a Prophet.
Scene, sometimes in England, and sometimes PILIP, King of France.
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in
peace: SCENE I.-Northampton.-A Room of State Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; in the Palace.
For ere thou canst report I will be there, Enter King John, Queen ELINOR, PEMPROXE,
Ine thunder of my canon shall be heard :
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, Essex, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATIL
And sullen presage of your own decay.-LON.
An honourable conduct let him have K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. France with us?
[Exeunt CHATILLON und PEMBROKE. Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king Eli. What now, my son? have I not ever of France,
said, In my behaviour, to the majesty,
How that ambitious Constance would not cease, The borrow'd majesty of England here. Till she had kindled France, and all the world, Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd ma Upon the right and party of her son ? jesty!
This might have been prevented, and made K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em With very easy arguments of love; (whole, bassy,
Which now the manage* of two kingdoms must Chat. Philip of France, in right and true be- / With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, (half K. John. Our strong possession, and our Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
right, for us. To this fair island, and the territories ;.. | Eli. Your strong possession, much more than To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine:
your right; Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: Which sways usurpingly these several titles; So much my conscience whispers in your ear; And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
hear. K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whisChat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
Essex. My liege, here is the stranges conTo enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
troversy, K. John. Here have we war for war, and come from the country to be judg'd by you, blood for blood,
[France. That ere I heard : Shall I produce the men ? Controlment for controlment: so answer K. John. Let them approach.-. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my
(Exit Sheriji The furthest limit of my embassy. (mouth, Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay * In the manner I now do.
* Conduct, administration,
Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, I Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
and PHILIP, his bastard Brother. His lands to me; and took it, on his death, This expedition's charge.-- What men are yon ?
That this, my mother's son, was none of his; Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
And, if he were, he came into the world Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son,
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
My father's land, as was my father's will. or Conr-de-lion knighted in the field.
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitim K, John. What art thou ?
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him: Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; bridge.
Which fanlt lies on the hazards of all husbands K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother heir ?
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty
In sooth, good friend, your father might have [father: This kept
(world; That is well known; and, as I think, one
This calf, `bred from his cow, from all the But, for the certain knowledge of that truth,
In sooth, he might: then, if he were my broI put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother;
(father, Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
My brother might not claim him; nor your Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame
Being none of his, refuse him: This conthy mother,
cludes, And wound her honour with this diffidence.
My mother's son did get your father's heir; Bast. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it; Tour
Your father's heir must have your father's That is my brother's plea, and none of mine;
land. The which if he can prove, ’a pops me out
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no At least from fair five hundred pound a year : To dispossess that child which is not his ?
force, Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, Sir, land! K. John. A good blunt fellow :- Why, being
Than was his will to get me, as I think.
| Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faul. younger born, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?
conbridge, Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. | And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land: But once he slander'd me with bastardy :
Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion, But whe'r* I be as true-bégot, or no,
Lord of thy presence,* and no land beside? That still I lay upon my mother's head;
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him; (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!)
And if my legs were two such riding-rods, Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
My arms such eel-skins stufl'd; my face so If old Sir Robert did beget us both, And were our father, and this son like him ;
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farI give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
things goes! K. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven
| And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, lent us here!
| 'Would I might never stir from off this place, Eli. He hath a trickt of Coeur-de-lion's face,
I'd give it every foot to have this face; The accent of his tongue affecteth him :
| I would not be Sir Nobt in any case.
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy Do you not read some tokens of my son In the large composition of this man?
fortune, K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me ? parts,
I am a soldier, and now bound to France. And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah,
| Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take What doth move you to claim your brother's
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a Bust. Because he hath a half-face, like my
Yet sell your face for fivepence, and 'tis dear.father;
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. With that half-face would be have all my land:
Eli. Nay, I would bave you go before me
thither. A half-faced groat five hundred pounds a year! Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father
Bast. Our country manners give our betters liva,
way..., Your brother did employ my father much;- |
K. John. What is thy name? Bast. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my | Philip. good oid Sir Robert's wife's eldest sou.
Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun; land; Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
K. John. From henceforth bear his name
whose form thou bear'st: Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great: To Germany, there, with the emperor, To treat of high affairs touching that time:
Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet.
Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me The advantage of his absence took the king, And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
your hand; Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak:
My father gave me honour, yours gave land :But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
When I was got, Sir Robert was away. shores Between my father and my mother lay,
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet ! (As I have heard my father speak himself,)
I am thy grandame, Richard ; vall me so. When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth:
What though? . Whather. + Trace, outline. * Dignity of appearance.
+ Robert Uu
Something about, a little from the right,
Bast. Philip ?--sparrow !-- James, In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: There's toy's abroad ;* anon I'll tell thee more. Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
cit GURNEY. And have is have, however men do catch: Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son; Near or far off, well won is still well shot; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast: K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou Sir Robert could do well; Marry, (to confess!) thy desire,
['squire.-- Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; A landless knight makes thee a landed We know his handy-work ;-Therefore, good Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must
[need. | To whom am I beholden for these limbs ? For France, for France ; for it is more than Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Bast. Brother, adieu; Good fortune come to Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother For thou wast got i'the way of honesty. [thee!
(honour (Exeunt all but the BASTARD. That for thine own gain should'st defend mine A foot of honour better than I was;
What means this scorn, thou most untoward But many a foot of land the worse.
knave? Well, now can I make any Joan a lady:
Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,-BasiGood' den,* Sir Richard, -God-a-mercy, fel
What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: | But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's son; For new-made honour doth forget men's names; I have disclaim'd Sir Robert, and my land; "Tis too respective, and too sociable,
Legitimation, name, and all is gone: For your conversion. Now your traveller, Then, good my mother, let me know my fathe) ; He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, moAnd when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
ther? Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faul-s My picked man of countries: My dear Sir,
conbridge ? (Thus leaning on mine elbows, I begin,)
Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. I shall beseech you—That is question now;
Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was And then comes answer like an ABC-book :||
thy father; O Sir, says answer, at your best command; By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd At your employment; at your service, Sir: To make room for him in my husband's bed:No, Sir, says question, 7, sweet Sir, at yours: Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! And so, ere answer knows what question would, Thou art the issue of my dear offence, (Saving in dialogue of compliment;
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my desence. And talking of the Alps, and Appenines, Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
Madam, I would not wish a better father. It draws toward supper in conclusion so. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, But this is worshipful society,
And so doth yours; your fault was not your And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
Need must you lay your heart at his disposeThat doth not smack of observation;
Subjected tribute to commanding love,(And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;) Against whose fury and unmatched force And not alone in habit and device,
The awless lion could not wage the fight, Exterior form, outward accoutrement :
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's But from the inward motion to deliver
hand. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: | He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Which, though I will not practise to deceive, May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
With all my heart I thank thee for my father! For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not But who comes in such haste, in riding robes !
well What woman-post is this? hath she no hus When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. band,
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; That will také pains to blow a horn before her? | And they shall say, when Richard me begot, Enter Lady FaULCONBKIDGE and JAMES,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin :
Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. GURNEY.
[Exeunt. O me! it is my mother :-How now, good lawy! What brings you here to court so hastily?
АСТ II. Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother! where is he?
SCENE 1.– France. Before the Walls of That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Angiers. Bast. My brother Robert ? old Sir Robert's | Enter, on one side, the ARCHDUKE of Austria,
son ? Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
and Forces ; on the other, Philip, King of Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek so?
France, und Forces ; LEWIS, CONSTANCE, Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unre
ARTHUR, and Attendants. verend boy,
(Robert ? Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave AusSir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at Sir
tria. He is Sir Robert's son; and so art thou. Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave | Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart, a while ?
And fought the holy wars in Palestine, Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
By this brave duke came early to his grave:
folly : ,
For he is but al
# Good evening.
My travelled fop.
Idle reports. + A character in an old drama called Soliman and Per seda.