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Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure

Mes. Let me endure your wrath, if’t be not so: Our setting down before 't.

Within this three mile'may you see it coming : Mal. 'Tis his main hope:

I say, a moving grove. For where there is advantage to be given

| Macb. If thou speak'st false, Both more and less? have given him the revolt; 5 Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, And none serve with him but constrained things, [Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, Whose hearts are absent too.

I care not if thou dost for me as much. . Maed. Let our just censures

I pull in resolution; and begin Attend the true event, and put we on

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, Industrious soldiership.

(10 That lies like truth : Fiar not'till Birnam wood Six. The time approaches,

Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood That will with due decision make us know

Comes toward Dunsinane.--Arm,arm, and out! What we shall say we have, and what we owe. If this, which he arouches, does appear, Thought speculative their unsure hopes relate; There is no flying hence, nor tarrying here. But certain issue strokes must arbitrate': (15|I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

[done. Towards which advance the war. [Ere, marching. And wish the estate o' the world were now un: S CE N E V.

Ring the alarum bell:- Blow, wind! come, wrack)

At least we'll die with harness on our back. [Exe. Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers, with drums

SCE N E VI. and colours.

20 Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolm, Sizsard, Macb. Hang out ourbanners on the outward walls; Macduit, and their Ármy, with boughs. The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,

throw down, 'Till famine and the ague eat them up :

And shew like those you are:-You,worthy uncle, Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, 25 Shall, with my cousin, your right-noile son, We might have met them daretul beard to beard, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduts, and we, And beat them backward home. What is that noise Shall take upon us what else remains to do,

' [A cry within of women. According to our order. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Siw. Fare you well.

Mlach. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: 130 Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, The time has been, my senses would have coold Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. [all breath, To hear a night-shriek; and my* fell of hair | Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give thein Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. As life were in't: I have supt full with horrors;

[Eicunt. Alarums continued. Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, 135

SCENE VII. Cannot once start nie.—Wherefore was that cry

Enter Macbeth. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Macb. They have tyd me to a stake; I cannot Macb. She should have dy'd hereafter;

fly, There would have been a time for such a word. But, bear-like, I must fight the ourse.--What's he, To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, That was not born of woman? Such a one Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

Ann I to fear, or none. To the last syllable of recorded' time;

Enter Young Siward, And all our vesterdays bare lighted fools

Yo. Siw. What is thy name? The way to dusis death. Out, out, brief candle! Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. [name Lite's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, 45 Yo. Siw. No; though thou cali'st thyself a hottes That struits and frets his hour upon the stage, | Than any is in hell. And then is heard no more : it is a tale,

Macb. My naine's Macbeth.

(a title Told by an ideot, full of sound and fury,

Yo. Siw. The devii himselt could not pronounce Signifying nothing.---

More hateful to mine ear.
Enter a lessenger.

1501 Macb. No, nor more fearful. : [ssord 'Thou coin'st to use thv tongue; thy story quickly.) Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my Mes. Grarious mv lord,

I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. I should report that which I say I saw,

[Fight; and Young Siward is st. inl. But know not how to do't.

Macb. Thou wast born of woman.--Macb. Well, say, sir.

155 But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Ales. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, Brandish'd by man that's of a roman born. Erit. I look' toward Biroam, and anon, methought,

Alarums. Enter lcduy The wood began to move.

Macd. That way the noise is:- Tyrant, shew Alucb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. I thy face;

* That is, opportunity to be gone. -2 More and less is the same with greater and less. 3j. e. detera mine. "My hairy part, my cupillitium. Fell is skin. 5 Recorded is probably here used for record. ing, or recordable. Clung, in the northern counties, signifies any thing that is shriveiled or shrunk up. By famine, the intestines are, as it were, stuck together. To be clend is a Statlordshire expres. sion signifying to be starv’d. To cling likewise siguifies to compress, to embrace.


If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, ll throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff ; My wite and children's ghosts will haunt me still. lind dami'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough'. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms

[Ercunt, fighting Alarums. Are hir'd to beartheir staves; either thou, Macbeth, Re-enter fighting, and Macbeth is slain. Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, 5 Retreat and tourish. Enter with drum and coI sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be; lours, Alulcolm, Old Sirvard, Rosse, Thanes, By this great clatter, one of greatest note

and Soldiers. . Seems bruited'; Let me find him, fortune! and Mal. I would the friends we miss, were safe More I beg not.

Elit. Alurum.

arriy'd. Enter Malcolm and Old Siward.

Sizu. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently So great a day as this is cheaply bought. render'd:

Mat. Maciuti is missing, and your poble son. The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;

Rosse'. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's The noble thanes do bravely in the war ;

He only liv'd but 'till he was a man, [debt: The day almost itself professes yours,

115 The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd And little is to do.

In the unshrinking station wliere he fought, Mal. We have met with foes .

But like a man he dy'd. That strike beside us.

| Siw. Then he is dead?

[of sorrow Siw. Enter, sir, the castle. (Exeunt. Alarum. | Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause Re-enter Macbeth.

20 Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then

It bath no end. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die

| Sir. Had he his hurts before ? On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Rosse. Ay, on the front. Do better upon them.

| Siv. Why then, God's soldier be he! Re-enter Alacduf.

125 Had I as many sons as I have hairs, Alacd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.

I would not wish them to a fairer death;
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: I And so his knell is knoll'd.
But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd | Mal. lle's worth more sorrow,
With blood of thine already. .

And that I'll spend for him.
Macd. I have no words,

30 Sirr. He's worth no more ; My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain They say, he parted well, and paid his score: Than terms can give thee out! [Fight. Alurum.! And so, God be with him! Here comes newer Macb. Thou losest labour:

comfort. As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air?

Re-enter Macduff with Macbeth's head. With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: 35 Macd. Hail, king for so thou art: Behold, Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

where stands I bear a charmed life, which must not yield

The usurper's cursed head: the time is free ; To one of woman born.

I see thee compass d with thy kingdom's pearl', Macd. Despair thy charm;

That speak my salutation in their minds;
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, 40 Whoşe voices I desire aloud with mine,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Hail, king of Scotland!
Untimely ripp'd.

1 dll. Flail, king of Scotland! [Fourish. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, | Mal. WeshaN not spend a large expence of time, For it hath cow'd my better part of man!

Before we reckon with your several loves, men, And be these juggling liends no more believ'd, 45 And make us even with you. My thanes and hinsThat palter with us in a double sense ;

|Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland That keep the word of promise to our ear,

in such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, And break it to our hope.--I'll not light with thee. | Which would be planted newly with the tine, Macd. Then yield ihee, coward,

A calling home our exil'd friends abroad, And live to be the shew and gaze o' the time. 150 That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Producing forth the cruel ministers Painted upon a pole; and under-writ,

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ; Here may you see the tyrant.

Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands Macb. I will not yield,

Took of her life ; This, and what needfui else To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, 55 That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

We will perform in measure, time, and place : Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, I So thanks to all at once, and to each one, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Yet I will try the last : Before my body

. (Flourish. Ereunt.

! To bruit is to report with clamour; to noise.. ? i. e. air which cannot be cut. .'i. e. that slufle with ambiguous expressions. See note, p. 367. Si. e. thy kingdoni's wealth.




| Philip, King of France.
Lewis, the Dauphin.
Arch-duke of AUSTRIA.
Cardinal PANDULPHO, the Pope's Legate.
| Melun, a French Lord.
Chatillon, Ambassador from France to King


King John.
Prince HENRY, Son to the King.
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, and Nephew to the

SALISBURY", English Lords.
FAULCONBRIDGE, Bastard Son to Richard the

Robert FauLCONBRIDGE, Half-brother to the

James Gurney, Servant to the Lady Faulcon-

Peter of Pomfret, a Prophet.

ELINOR, Queen-mother of England.
Constance, Moiher to Arthur.
Blanch, Daughter to Alphonso King of Castile,

and Niece to King John.
Lady FaulCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard

and Robert Faulconbridge.

Citizens of Angiers, Heralds, Executioners, Messengers, Soldiers, and other Attendants.

The SCENE, sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.

ACT 1.


I 1 And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Northampton.

Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? A room of state in the palace.

Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody Euter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Es- 5 To inforce these rights so forcibly withheld. [war, sex, and Salisbury, zvith Chatillon.

K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood K. John. NOW, say, Chatillon, what would

for blood, N France with us? [France, Controulment forcontroulment; soanswer France. Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of Chat. Then take my king's defiance from iny In my behaviour, to the majesty,

110 The farthest limit of my embassy. (mouth, The borrow'd majesty of England here.

K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty! Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France: [ peace: K.John.Silence,good mother; hear the embassy. For ere thou canst report I will be there,

Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf The thunder of my capnon shall be heard: Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, 15 So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, Arthur Plantagenet, lay's most lawful claiin

And sullen presage of your own decay. To this fair island, and the teriitories;

An honourable conduct let him have; To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : Pembroke, look to 't:-Farewell, Chatillon. Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,

[Ereunt Chat, and Pem. Which sways usurpingly those several titles; 201 Eli. What now, my son have I not ever said

'Mr. Theobald remarks, that though this play had the title of The Life and Death of King John, yet the action of it begins at the thirty-fourth year of his life; and takes in only some transactions of his reign at the time of his demise, being an interval of about seventeen vears. Mr. Steevens observes, that Hall, Hollinshed, Stowe, &c. are closely followed not only in the conduct, but sometimes in the expressions throughout the following historical dramas ; viz. Macbeth, this play, Richard II. Henry IV. 2 parts, Henry V. Henry VI. 3 parts, Richard III. and Henry VIII. ?William Mareshall 3 Jeffrey Fitzpeter, Ch. J. of England - William Longsword, son to Henry II. by Rosamond Clifford. Roger, Earl of Norfolk and Suffolk. i. e. in my character. ?i. e. opposition. Сс?


How that ambitious Constance would not cease,, 10 old Sir Robert, father, on my knee
"Till she had kindled France, and all the world, I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
Upon the right and party of her son?

k. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven This might have been prevented, and made whole,

lent us here! With very easy arguments of love;

Eli. He liath a trick’ of Caur-de-lion's face, Which now the manager of two kingdoms must The accent of his tongue affecteth him : With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

[us. Do you not read some tokens of my son . K. John. Our strong possession, and our right for in the large composition of this man?

Eli.Yourstrong possession,much more than your k.John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: [right; 10 And finds them perfect Richard.-Sirsah, speak, So much my conscience whispers in your ear: 1 What doth move you to claim your brother's land? Which none but heaven, and vou, and I, shall bear.) | Phil. Because he hath a half-lace, like wiy father; Enter the Sheriffof Northaniptonshire, who whis- With that half-face would he have all iny land: . pers Essex.

A half-fac'd groat' five hundred pound a year! Esser. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, 15 Rob. My gracious liege,when thatmy father lis'd, Come from the country to be judg'd by you, Your brother did employ my father inuch ;That e'er I heard: Shall I produce the men? 1 Phil. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land;

K. John. Let them approach.- [Erit Sheriff: Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother. Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay

Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an embassy Re-enter Sheriff with Robert Faulconbridge; and 20 To Germany, there, with the emperor, Philip, his brother.

To treat of high affairs touching that time: This expedition's charge.-- What men are you? The advantage of his absence took the king,

Phil.'Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's; Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son, Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak; As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge; 25 But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores A soldier, by the honour-giving hand

Between my father and my mother lay, Of Caur-de-lion knighted in the field.

(As I have heard my father speak himself) K. John. What art thou ?

When this same lusty gentleman was got. Rob. Theson and heir to that same Faulconbridge. Upon his death-bed lie by will bequeath'd

K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir : 30 His lands to me; and took it on his death, You came not of one mother then, it seems. I That this, my mother's son, was none of his;

Phil. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, And, if he were, he came into the world That is well known; and, as I think, one father: Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; 33 Aly father's land, as was my father's will. Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; Eli.'Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him: thy mother,

And, if she slid play false, the fault was hers; And wound her honour with this diffidence. Which fault lies on the hazard of all husbands . Phil. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it; 40 That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, That is my brother's piea, and none of mine; Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, The which if he can prove, a' pops me out Had of your faiher claim'd this son for his? At least from fair five hundred pounds a-year: In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept Heaven guard my mother's honour, and iny land! This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world; K. John. A good blunt fellow :- Why, being 45 In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, younger born,

My brother might not claim him; nor your father, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?

Being none of his, refuse him ; This concludes Phil. I know not why, except to get the land. My mother's son did get your father's heir; But once he slander'd me with bastardy:

Your father's heir must have your father's land. But whe'r I be as true begot, or no,

1501 Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, That still I lay upon my mother's head;

To dispossess the child that is not his? But that I am as well begot, my liege,

Phil. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) Than was his will to get me, as I think. Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faulo If old Sir Robert did beget us both,

conbridge, And were our father, and this son like him ; ! And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land;

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Or the reputed son of Cour-de-lion,

į Phil. Brother, adieu;Good fortune come to thee, Lord of thy presence', and no land beside? For thou wast got i' the way of honesty! Phil. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,

[Ereunt all but Philip. And I had his, sir Robert's his, like him?;

A foot of honour' better than I was ; And if my legs were two such riding-rods, 15 But many a many foot of land the worse. My arms such eul-skins stuft; my face so thin, Well, now can l'make any Joan a Lady: That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose', [goes! Good den, Sir Richard, -God-a-mercy, fillow?;Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter : And, to his shape, were heir to all'this land, For new-made honour doth forget men's names: 'Would I might never stir from off this place, 101'Tis too respectives, and too sociable, I'd give it every foot to have this face;

For your conversing. Now your traveller, I would not be Sir Nob in any case. [tune, He and his tooth-pick' at my worship's mess;

Eli. I like thee well; wilt thou forsake thy for. And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd, Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?

Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise I ama soldier, and now bound to France. 115 My piked 'o man of countries: My dear sir, Phil. Brother, take you my land, I'll take 'my (Thus, leaning on my elbow, I begin) chance:

I shali beseech you—That is question now; Your face hath got five hundred pound a-year; And then comes answer like an ABC-book'':-. Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear. O sir, says answer, at your best command: Madam, I'll follow you unto the death, J201 At your employment ; at your service, sir :

Eli. Nay, I would have yolgo before ine thither. No, sir, says question; I, sweet sir, at yours: Phil. Ourcountry mannersgive our betters way.! And so, ere answer knows what question would, k. John. What is thy name?

(Saving in dialogue of compliment; Phil. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun; and taking of the Alps, and Apennines, Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son. 25 The Pyrenean, and the river Po) K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose It draws towards supper in conclusion so. form thou bear'st:

|But this is worshipful society, Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great; | And fits the mounting spirit, like myself: Arise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet. Thand: For he is but a bastard to the time,

Phil. Brother by the mother's side, give me your 30 That does not smack of observation: My father gave me honour, yours gave land : |(And so am I, whether I smack, or no) Now blessed be the hour, by niglit or day, And not alone in habit and device, When I was got, Sir Robert was away.

Exterior form, outward accoutrement; Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet!

But from the inward motion to deliver I am thy grandame, Richard ; call me so. 135 Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: Phil. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : Which " though I will not practise to deceive, What though?

Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; Something about, a little from the right,

For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. In at the window, or else o'er the hatch': But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; 401 What woman-post is this? hath she no husband,

And have is have, however men do catch: That will take pains to blow a horn before her?!? Near or far off, well won is still well shot;

| Enter Lady Fuulconbridge and James Gurnej. And I am I, howe'er I was begot.

Jo me! it is my mother:-How now, good lady? K'. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou! What brings you here to court so hastily? che, thy desire,

Lady. Where is thatslave, thy brother? where is A landless knight makes thee a landed ’squire,- That holis in chase mine honour up and down? Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed Phil, My brother Robert? old Sir Robert's son? For France, for France; for it is more than needl Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?

fi. e. master of thy majestic figure and dignified appearance. ? The meaning is, “If I had his shape-Sir Robert's -as he has." Sir Robert his, for Sir Robert's, is agreeable to the practice of that time, when the 's added to the nominative was believed, I think erroneously, to be a contraction of his. * Theobald says, that in this very obscure passage our poet is anticipating the date of another coin; humorously to rally a thin face, eclipsed, as it were, by a full-blown rose. We must observe, to explain this allusion, that queen Elizabeth was the first, and indeed the only prince, who coined in England three-half-pence, and three-farthing pieces. She at one and the saine timecoined shillings, sixpences, groats, three-pences, two-pences, three-half-pence, pence, three-farthings, and half-pence: and these pieces all had her head, and were alternately with the rose behind, and without the rose. The shilling, groat, two-pence, penny, and half-pepny, had it not: the other intermediate coins, viz. the six-pence, three-pence, three-half-pence, and three-farthings had the rose. But Dr. Warburton observes, that the sticking roses about them was then all the court-fashion. What then 5 These expressions mean, says Mr. Steevens, to be born out of wedlock, i. e. a step.. Faulconbridge here entertains himself with the ideas of greatness.--Good den, Sir Richard, he supposes to be the salutation of a vassal. God-a-mercy, tellow, his own supercilious reply to it. & i. e. respectful. 'To pick the teeth, and wear a piqued bcard, were, in that time, marks of a traveller, or man affecting foreign fashions. 10 See notes, p. 164. 1j. e, as they then spoke and wrote it, an absey-book, ineaning a catechism. !? Which for this. 13 Dr. Johnson savs, our author means, that a woinan that travelled about like a post, was likely to horn her husband,

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