20 Mach. 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! That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That chambers will be safe. The wood of Birnam. Soldiers. It shall be done. Enter a Messenger. Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. 30 I should report that which I say I saw, Siw. We learn no other but the confident But know not how to do it. tyrant 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. Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Mal. 'Tis his main hope: 10 Macd. Siw. The time approaches That will with due decision make us know 20 Macb. Liar and slave! Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; If thou speak'st false, I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam [Exeunt, marching. Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle. drum and colours. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward The cry is still 'They come :' our castle's strength Were they not forced with those that should be го Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs. Mal. Now near enough: your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are. You, worthy Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Siw. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give 9 Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Another part of the field. Alarums. Enter MACBETH. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he Enter young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name My name's Macbeth. Macd. Macb. Macd. Enter MACDUFF. Turn, hell-hound, turn! Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back; my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already. I have no words: My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. Macb. Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Than any is in hell. nounce a title More hateful to mine ear. No, nor more fearful. Mach. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. ΙΟ [They fight and young Siward is slain. Macb. Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. [Exit. II Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: Macb. I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, 30 And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, e nough!' Exeunt, fighting. Alarms. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Ross, the other Thanes, and Soldiers. Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, He only lived but till he was a man; Then he is dead? 40 Siw. cause of sorrow Had he his hurts before? Why then, God's soldier be he! He's worth more sorrow, 50 And that I'll spend for him. Sir. He's worth no more: 122 They say he parted well, and paid his score: And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDuff, with MACBETH's head. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: Hail, King of Scotland! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time 60 Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, ACT I. SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle. FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO. Ber. Who's there? Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold Ber. Long live the king! Ber. He. Fran. You come most carefully upon your Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Fran. For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter And I am sick at heart. Ber. Have you had quiet guard? If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, Enter HORATIO and MARcellus. And liegemen to the Dane. O, farewell, honest soldier: Give you good night. Mar. Bernardo has my place. [Exit. Holla! Bernardo ! Ber. Say, What, is Horatio there? Hor. A piece of him. Mar. What, has this thing appear'd again tonight? Ber. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, And let us once again assail your ears, Hor. When yond same star that's westward from the Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Enter Ghost. Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again! 40 Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's Mar. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Hor. Most like: it harrows me with fear and Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Question it, Horatio. Hor. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night, Ber. Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Mar- Together with that fair and warlike form : cellus. Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, Is the main motive of our preparations, speak! Mar. It is offended. See, it stalks away! 50 Hor. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. Ber. How now, Horatio! you tremble and Is not this something more than fantasy? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe Of mine own eyes. Mar. Is it not like the king? When he the ambitious Norway combated; 'Tis strange. The source of this our watch and the chief head That was and is the question of these wars. Mar. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. But in the gross and scope of my opinion, 70 Why this same strict and most observant watch That can I; Hor. For so this side of our known world esteem'd Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd com- Well ratified by law and heraldry, 90 Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant, And carriage of the article design'd, His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, ΙΟΙ 120 I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Mar. 'Tis gone! 'Tis here! 141 'Tis here! [Exit Ghost. We do it wrong, being so majestical, crew. 150 Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Hor. So have I heard and do in part believe it. |