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the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me
your hand; What's done, cannot be undone : To SCENE 1.-Dunsinane.- A Room in the Cas. bed, to bed, to bed. (Exit Lady MACBETH. tle.
Doct. Will she go now to bed ?
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad : Unna
tural deeds Doct. I have two nights watched with you, Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds but can perceive no truth in your report. When to their deaf pillows will discharge their se. was it sbe last walked ?
crets. Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, More needs she the divine, than the physi. I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her
cian.night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take God, God, forgive us all ! Look after her ; forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, after: Remove from her the means of all annoyance, wards seal' it, and again return to bed; yet all And still keep eyes upon her :-80, good night : this while in a most fast sleep.
Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to re. My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my ceive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the I think, but dare not speak.
sight : effects of watching.-lu this slumbry agitation,
Gent. Good night, good doctor. (Exeunt. besides her walking, and other actual per: formances, what, at any time, have you heard SCENE 11.-The Country near Dunsinane: ber say?
Gent. That, Sir, which I will not report after Enter with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, her.
CATANESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers. Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet
Ment. The English power is near, led on by you should. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; baving his uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Malcolm, no witness to confirm my speech.
Revenges burn in them : for their dear causes Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper.
Would, to the bleeding, and tbe grim alarm,
Excite the mortified man. + Lo you, here she comes ! This is her very guise ; Ang. Near Birham wood and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe ber; Shall we well meet them ; that way are tbey stand close.
coming Doct. How came she by that light?
Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Gent. Why, it stood by her : she has light by
brother? her continually ; 'tis ber command.
Len. For certain, Sir, he is not : I have a Doct. You see, her eyes are open.
file Gent. Ay, but their sense is sout.
Of all the gentry ; there is Siward's son, Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how And many unrough | youths, but even now she rubs ber bands.
Protest their first of manhood. Gent. It is an accustomed action with ber, Ment. What does the tyrant ? to seem thus washing ber hands; I have kuown Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : her continue in this a quarter of an hour. Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hat
Lady M. Yet here's a spot.
Doci. Hark, she speaks : I will set down what Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the He cannot buchle his distemper'd cause more strongly.
Within the belt of rule. Lady M. Out, damned spot ! out, I say !
Ang. Now does he feel One ; Two; Why, then 'uis ume to do't :--Hell His secret murders sticking on his hands : is murky ! -Fie, my lord, fiel a soldier, and Now minutely revolts upbraid bis faith-breach ; afear'd? What need we fear who knows it, Those he commands, move only in command, when none caa call our power to account !-- Yet Nothing in love : now does be feel the title who would have thought the old mau to bave bad Hang loose about hiin, like a giant's robe so mucb blood in him ?
Upon a dwarfish thief. Doct. Do you mark that ?
Ment. Who then shall blame Lady M. The thane of Fife bad a wife ; His pester'd senses to recoil and start, Where is she now ---What, will these when all that is within him does condemn hands ne'er be clean 1-No mor o'that, my Itsell, for being there? lord, no more o'lbat : you mai all with this Cath. Well, march we on, starting.
To give obedience where 'uis truly ow'd : Doct. Go to, go to ; you have known what you Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal; should not.
And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I Each drop of us. am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has
Len. Or so much as it needs, known.
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still :
weeds. all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten tbis Make we our march towards Birnam. little hand. Oh! oh! oh!
(Eseunt, marching. Doct. Wbat a sight is there! The heart is sorely charged.
SCENE III.-Dunsinane.-A Room in the Gent. I would not have such a heart in my
Castle. bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,-
Enter MACBETH, DOCTOR, and ATTENDANTS. Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir.
Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them Doct. This disease is beyond my practice :
fly all; Yet I have known those which have walked in Till Biruam wood remove to Dunsinane, their sleep, who have died bolily in their beds.
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy MalLady M. Wash your hands, put on your
[know night gown ; look not so pale :- tell you yet was he not born of woman? The spirits that again Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus :
Fear not, Macbeth ; no man, that's born oj Doct. Even so ?
woman, Lady M. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at
• Confounded. † A religious ; add ascetic • Dark.
Shall e'er have power on thee. Then fly Alacb. Bring it after me. false thanes,
I will not be afraid of death and bane, Aud mingle with the English epicures :
Till Birnam forest come to Dutsinane. The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
[Exit. Shall bever sag with doubt, nor stake with Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and fear.
Profit agaiu should hardly draw me here. (Exit. Enter a SERVANT. The devil damn thee black, thou cream.fac's SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane : A loon ! +
Il'ood in vieu. Where gol'st thou that goose look ?
Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLY, Serv. There is ten thousaud
old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENMacb. Geese, villain ! Serv. Soldiers, Sir.
TETH, CATHNESS, ANCUS, LENOX, Russe,
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 ?
hand Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thilie That chambers will be safe, Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey.
Ment. We doubt it nothing. face?
Sin'. What wood is this before us ? Serv. The English force, so please you.
Ment. The wood of Biruam. Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seytou !-I am Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bongh, sick at heart,
And bear't before him ; thereby shall we sha
dow When I behold-Seyton, I say !--This push Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
The numbers of our host, and make discovery I bave 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 houour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
tyrant I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Curses, uot loud but deep, mouth-honour, Our setting down befort. breath,
Mal. 'Tis his main bope : Which the poor heart would fain deny, but for where there is advantage to be given, dare not.
Both more and less * have given him the reSeyton !
serve with hin, but constrained Enter SEYTON.
things, Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?
Whose hearts are absent too. Macb. What news inore
Blacd. Let our just censures Sey. All is contirm'd, my lord, which was Attend the true event, and put we on reported.
Industrious soldiership. Alacb. I'll right, till from my bones my flesh
Siw. The time approaches, be back'd.
That will with due decision makc us know Give me my armouir.
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 inust arbitrate : Send out more horses, skirr the country Towards which, advance the war. round ;
(Exeunt, marching. Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armoir.
SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the How does your patient, doctor?
Enter, with Drums and colours, MACBETH, That keep her from her rest.
SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Cure ber of that:
dlacb. Hang out our banners on the outward Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
walls; Plick froin the memory a rooted sorrow; The cry is still, They come : Our custle'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, Cleanise the stufl'd bosom of that perilous stntf', 'Till lamine and the agre 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 bimself.
We might have met them dareful, beard to Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of
And beat them backward home. What is that Come, put mine armour on; give me my
Woise ? (A cry within, of Ilomen. staff:
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Seyton, send out.--Doctor, the thanes fly froin Muco. I bave alınost forgot the taste of fears: me :
The time bas been, my senses would have Come, Sir, despatch :-If thou could'st, doctor,
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 in't: I have supp'd full with bor I would applaud thee to the very echo,
rors ; That should applaud again.-Pull'l ofl, I say. Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, What rhubarb, semna ; or what purgative drug, Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that Would scour these English bence ;--- Hearest thou of them?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal prepara
Alacb. She should have died hereaster; tion
There would have been a time for such a word.Makes us bear something.
Tomorrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, • Sink. + Base relley. 1 An appellation of contempt
• l. e. Greater and less. Dry. Srour. + Determine
To the last syllable or recorded time ;
Macb. My name's Macbeth. And all our yesterdays have lighted souls
Yo. Sin'. The devil himself could not pro
nonince a title
Yo. Siu. Thon liest, abborred tyrant; with
my sword Siguilyiug uothing.--
I'll prove the lie thon speak'st.
(They fight, and young SIWARD is slain
Macb. Thou wast born of woman.---
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
(Erit. Buit know hot bow to do it.
Alarums. Enter MACDIFF.
thy face :
My wife and children's ghost will baut me Macb. Liar aud slave! [Striking him.
still. Aless, Let ine endure your wrath, if't be not I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms 80:
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 ubatter'd edge, Mucb. 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. Alurum. To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
Enter Malcolm and SIWARD. That lies like iruth : Feur not, till Birnam loud
Sir. This way, my lord ;-The castle's gently Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood
render': Comes toward Dunsinane.--Arin, arın, and The tyrant's people on both sides do figlit; out!
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes your's,
Mal. We have met with soes
[wrack ! Sir'. Euter, Sir, the castle. Ring the alaruin bell :-Blow, wind ! come,
(Exeunt. Alarum. At least we'll dic with harness + on our back.
Re-enter MACBETH. (Exeunt.
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and SCENE VI.-The same.-A Plain before the
On mine own sword ? wbiles I see lives, the
Do better upon them. Enler, with Drums and ('olours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. und their Army,
Re-enter MACDUFF. trilh Boughs.
Macd. Turn, hell-lound, turu. Alal. Now near enough; your leary screens
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : throw dowli,
But get thee back, my soul is too much cbarg'd
Macd. I have no words,
[They figlit. According to our order.
Macb. Thou losest labour : Sin'. Fare you well.
As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air + Do we but find the tyraut's power to night,
With thy keell sword iinpress, as make me Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
bleed : Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give Let sall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; theui all breath,
| bear a charmed life, which must not yield Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. To one of woman born. (Exeunt. Alurums continued. Mucd. Trespair thy charın ;
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, SCENE VII.-The same:- Another Part of Tell thee, Macduti
' was from his mother's roub the Pluir.
Alucb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me
And be these juggling tiends no more believ'd, But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's That palter I with us in a double sellise ; he,
That heep the word of promise to our ear, 'That was not born of woman? Such a one Aud break it to our liope.--I'll not fight with Am I to fear, or none.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
We'll have thre, 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 tyrant. hotter name
Mucb. l'il uct yield, Than any is in hell.
• Reported with clamour, • Shrivel
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Siw. He's worth no more ;
They say, he parted well, and paid his score : Though Birnain wood be come to Dunsinane, So, God be with bim !-Here comes newer comAud thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
fort. Yet I will try the last : Before my body I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff;
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on
a Pole, And damu'd be he that first cries, Hold, enough. (Exeunt, fighting. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art : Behold,
where stands Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum The usurper's cursed head : the time is free : and Colours, Malcola, old SiWaxD,Rosse, I see ibee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, . Lenox, Angus, CATHRESS, MENTETA, and that speak my salutation in their minds; Soliliers
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe Hail, king of Scotland! arriv'd.
All. King of Scotland, hail! (Flourish. Siw. Some must go off : and yet, by tbese I Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of see,
time, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Before we reckon with your several loves,
Mal. Macduff is inissing, and your noble son. And make us even with you. My thanes 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 pam'd. What's more to do, The which no sooner had his 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 be die
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny ; Siu. Then he is dead ?
Producing forth the cruel ministers Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your of this dead butcher, and his fieud-like queen ; cause of sorrow
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
hands It hath no end.
Took off her life ;--This, and what needful else Siw. Had be his burts before ?
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Rosse. Ay, on the front.
We will perforin 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 invite to see us crown's at Scone. I would not wish them to a fairer death :
(Flourish. Exeunt. And so his kneli is knollid. Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
+ Tbe kingdom's wealth or ornament. And that I'll spend for him.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS play was probably written in the year 1596. The action comprehends some of the principal events which
occurred from the 34th year of King Jobu's life to the time of his demise ; or, during his short reign of seveuteen years. Shakspeare has in some respects closely adhered to the old historians and chroniclers; hut the Duke of Austria was not accessary to the death of Richard Cour-de-lion ; ueither was Jobu himself poisoned by a monk. However the gross licentiousness of the latıcp--- his utter disregard of eveu the appearauces of religion---and his habitual ridicule of the church, might favour such a supposition, it is certain that he died partly of grief, and partly of chagrin, at Newark. These incongruities, with the outline of Faulconbridge's character, our poet very likely derived from some previous dramatic production. With rrspect to the unfor. tunate Arthur, when he first fell into the power of his uncle, he was confiued in the castle of Falaise, and the perfidious monarch endeavoured in vain to procare his assassination. He was afterwards couducted cu the castle of Rouen, where Jobu resided, and never afterwards heard of. The manuer of his death is uncertain ; but it is generally believed that the barbarous tyrant stabbed him with his own hand. Dr. Jobusou says of this tragedy: “Though not written with the utmost power of Shakspeare, it is varied with a very pleasing in, terchange of incidents and characters: the lady's grief is very affecting; and the character of the Bastard contains that mixture of greatness and levity, which this autbor delighted to exhibit." The latter is, iudeed, as odd a personage as auy author ever drew; and his language is as peculiar as his ideas; but the scene in which John so darkly proposed to Hubert the murder of his innocent nephew, is beyond the commendation of cri. ticism. Art could add little to its perfection ; no change in dramatic taste can injure it; and time itself can subtract bothing from its beauties --...-Colly Cibber altered this drama, though not for the best.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING JOHN.
Peter of Pomfret, a Prophet. Peince HENRY, his Son ; afterwards King PHILIP, King of France. Henry M.
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 FIT2-PETER, Eurl of Esses, Chief
John. Justiciary of England. WILLIAM LoxoSWORV, Earl of Salisbury. ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norjolk.
Mother of King John. HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the CONSTANCE, Moiher to Arthur. King,
BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of CasROBERT FAULCON BRIDGB, Son of Sir Robert
tile, and Niece to King John. Faulconbridge.
LADY FAULCON BRIDGE, 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, JAXES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulcon- Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, bridge.
and other Altendants. SCENE, sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
K. John. Silence, good mother ; hear the em
bassy. SOENE 1.–Northampton.-A Room of State Chat. Philip of France, in right and true bein the Palace.
or 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, Touraine, Maine : TILLON.
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword, K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would Wh sways usurpingly these several titles ; France with us
And put the same into young Arthur's land, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of Thy nephew, and riglit royal sovereign. France,
K. John. Wbat follows, if we disallow of this ? In my bebaviour,' to the majesty,
Chat. The proud control of tierce and bloody The borrow'd majesty of England bere.
war, Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'l ma. To euforce these rights se forcibly withheld. jesty!
K. John. Here bave we war' for war, and
blood for blood, . In the manner I bow do.
Controlment for controlment : so answer France.