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From the murderer's gibbet, throw
No, my lord. Into the flame.
Macb. Came they not by you! 40 Come, high, or low;
No, indeed, my lord. Thyself, and office, destly show.
Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride ;
And damo'd, all those that trust thein! I did hear Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises.
The galloping of horse : Who was't came by? Macb. Tell me, thou unknuwn power,
Len. "I'is two or three, my lord, that bring you 1 Witch. He knows thy thought ; Macduff is tied to England.
[ word, Hear his speech, but say thon nought, [duff!
Fled to England ? App. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Mac
Len, Ay, my good lord. Beware the thane of Fife.- Dismiss me :-Enough. Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits :
[Descents. The fighty purpose never is o'ertook, Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, Unless the deed go with it: From this mo ent, thanks;
[more : The very firstlings of my heart shall be Thou hast harp'd my fear aright :-But one word 'The firstlings of I Witch. He will not be commanded : Here's an
my hand: . And even now
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and More potent than the first. [other, the castle of Macduff I will surprise ;
[done : Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. Seize upon Fife ; give to the edge o'the sword App.
Macbeth Macbeth ! Macbeth - His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
That trace his line. No boasting like a fool;
Be bloody, bold, This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool : And resolute : laugh to searn the power of man,
But no more sights !-- Where are these gentlemen! For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. Come, bring me where they are.
(Exeunt. [ Descends.
SCENE II. Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle. Macb. Then live, Macduff, What need I fear of But yet I'll make assurance double sure, (thee?
Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse. And take a bond of fate : thou sbalt pot live;
L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,
Rosse. You must have patieoce, madam. [land ?
He had none : And sleep in spite of thunder.--Wbat is this,
His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with Our fears do inake us traitors. a Tree in his Hand, rises.
You know not, That rises like the issue of a king;
Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. And wears upon his baby brow the round
L. Macd. Wisdom ! to leave his wife, to leave And top of sovereignty.
His mansion, and his titles, in a place Al.
Listen, but speak not. From whence himself does fly! He loves us not; App. Be lion-mettled, proud ; and take no care He wants the natural touch for the poor wren, Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are : The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Macheth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
All is the fear, and nothing is the love; Shall come against him.
(Descends. As little is the wisdom, where the flight Macb.
That will never be ; So runs against all reason. Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
My dearest coz', Untix his earth-bound root! sweet bodements! good! I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best known Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth The tits o'the season. I dare not speak much further : Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, To time, and mortal custom.-Yet my heart
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour Throbs to know one thing ; Tell me (it your art From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; Can tell so mucb,) shall Banqno's issue ever But float upon a wild and violent sea, Reign in this kingdom !
Each way, and move.--I take my leare of you : All
Seek to know no more. Shall not be long but I'll be here again : Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this,
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb opward And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know :- To what they were before.-My pretty cousin, Why sinks that cauldron! and what noise is this? Blessing upon you !
[Hautboys. L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show ! 3 Witch. Show! Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, AU. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart!
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: Come like shadows, so depart.
I take my leave at once,
L. Macd. Eight Kings appear, and pass orer The Stage in
Sirrah, your father's dead; order; the last with a Glass in his Hand: Banquo And what will you do now? How will you live? following:
Son. As birds do, mother.
What, with worms and flies! Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls : --and thy bair, L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :
The pit-tall, nor the gin.
[nor lime, A third is like the former:-Filthy hags!
Son. Why should I, mother ? Poor birds they are Why do you show me tbis!--A fourth! --Start, eyes!
not set for What I will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? My father is not dead, for all your saying, Another yet I-A seventh 2-1'll see no more : - L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Son Nay, how will you do for a husband ! (father! Which shows me many more ; and some i see, That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry:
L. Maed. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
Son. Then you'll bay 'em to sell again.
L. Macd, Thou seak'st with all thy wit; and yet
Ci'faith, And points at them for his. What, is this so?
Son. Was my father a traitor, mother! I Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why
L. Macul. Ay, that he was. Stands Macbeth thus amazedly
Son. What is a traitor! Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. And show the best of our delights;
Son. And be all traitors, that do so! I'll charm the air to give a sound,
L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and While you perform your antique round:
must be hanged. That this great king may kind y say,
Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear and Our duties did his welcome pay.
L. Macd. Every one. [Music. The Witches dance, and vanish.
Son. Who must hang them! Macb. Where are they? Goue!-Let this pernicious L. Macd. Why, the honest men. Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : for Come in without there !
there are liars and swearers enough to beat the hoEnter Lenox.
nest men, and hang np them. Len.
What's your grace's will! L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! Macb. Saw you the weird sisters?
But how wilt thou do for a father?
Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him : if you of goodly thousands : But, for all this, would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly When I shall tread apon the tyrant's head, have a new father.
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st! Shall have more vices than it bad before ; Enter a Messenger.
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed, Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
What should be be ? Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
Mal. It is myself I mean : in whom I know I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly :
All the particulars of vice so grafted, If you will take a homely man's advice,
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
Will seem as pure as Suow; and the poor state To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd To do worse to you, were fell cruelty,
With my contineless harms. Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve Macd.
Not in the legions I dare abide no longer.
[Exit. of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd L. Macd. Whither should I lly!
In evils, to top Macbeth, I have done no harm. But I remember now
I grant him bloody, I am in this earthly world; where, to do barm,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name : But there's no boitom, pone,
In my voluptuousness : your wives, your daughters, To say I have done no harm !--- What are these
Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up Enter Murderers.
The cistern of my lust; and my desire Mur. Where is your husband ?
All continent impediments would o'er-bear,
Than such a one to reiga.
Boundless intemperance Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain.
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been Mur.
What, yon egg? | The untimely emptying of the happy throae,
[Stabbing him. And fall of many kings. But fear not yet Young fry of treachery?
To take upon you what is yours: you may Son.
He has kill'd me, mother; Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, Run away, I pray you.
[ Dies. And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink. [Exit Lady Macduff, crying murder, We have willing dames enough ; there cannot be and pursued by the Murderers.
That vulture in you, to devour so many
As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
Finding it so inclin'd.
With this there grows, England. Room in the King's Palace.
In my most ill-compos'd affection, such
A stanchless avarice, that were I king,
[there Desire his jewels, and this other's house : Macd.
Let us rather
And my more having would be as a sauce Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, To make me hunger more; that I should forge Bestride our downfall'n birtl.dom: Each new morn, Qnarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, New widows howl; new orphans ery; new sorrows Destroying them for wealth. Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
This avarice As if it felt with Scotland, and yeli'd out
Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root Like syllable of dolour.
Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been Mal.
What I believe, I'll wail; The sword of our slain kings: Yet do not fear; Wbat know, believe ; and, what I can redress, Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will, As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
of your mere own: All these are portable, What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. With other graces weigh'd. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongue, Mal, But I have none': The king becoming graces, Was once thought honest : you have lov'd him well; As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, He bath not touch'd you yet. I am young ; but Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, something
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, You may deserve of him throngh me; and wisdom I have no relish of them ; but abound To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb,
In the division of each several crime, To appease an angry god.
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Vacd. I am not treacherous.
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Mal.
But Macbeth is. Uproar the universal peace, confound A good and virtuous nature may recoil,
All unity on earth. In an imperial charge. But 'crave your pardon ; Macd:
O Scotland! Scotland! That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose : Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: Avgels are bright still, though the brightest fell: I am as I have spoken. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Macd.
Fit to govern! Yet grace must still look so.
No, not to live.- nation miserable, Macd.
I have lost my hopes. With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptred, Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did tind my When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again; doubts.
Since that the truest issue of thy throne Why in that rawness left you wife and child By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) and does blaspheme bis breed 1-Thy royal father, Without leave-taking !-! pray you,
Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore thee Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
Oft'ner upon her knees than on her feet, But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly just, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! Whatever I shall think.
These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself, Macd.
Bleed, bleed, poor country! Have banish'd me from Scotland.-0, my breast, Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
[wrongs, Thy hope ends here ! For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy Mal.
Macduff, this noble passion, Thy title is affeer'd !-Fare thee well, lord :
Child of integrity, bath from my soul I would not be the villain that thou think'st, Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth And the rich east to boot.
By many of these trains hath sought to win me Mal. Be not offended :
Into his power: and modest wisdom plucks me I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
From over-credulous haste : But God above
I put myself to thy direction, and
Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure There would be hands uplifted in my right; The taints and blames I laid upon myself, And here, from gracious England, have I offer For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;
No mind, that's honest, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;
But in it shares some woe; though the main part At no time broke my faith; would not betray Pertains to you alone. The devil to his fellow; and delight
If it be mine,
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Humph! I guess at it. All ready at a point, was setting forth :
Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife,and babes, Now we'll together; And the chance, of goodness, Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are yon silent! Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at once, To add the death of you. 'Tis hard to reconcile.
Wbat, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Mal. Well ; more anon.-Comes the king forth, I Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. pray you?
Macd. My children too! Doct. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls,
Wife, children, servants, all That stay his cure; their malady convinces
That could be found. The great assay of art; but, at his touch,
And I must be from thence! Such sanctity hath heavea given his hand,
My wife kill'd too? They presently amend.
I have said.
I thank you, doctor.
Be comforted :
'Tis called the evil; to cure this deadly grief. A most miraculous work in this good kiog;
Macd. He has no children.--All my pretty ones! Which often since my here-remain in England,
Did you say, all ?-0, hell-kite!-All! I have seen him do. How he solicits beaven,
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people,
At one rell swoop ?
Mal. Dispute it like a man.
I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man : Hanging a golden stainp about their necks,
I cannot but remember such things were, Put on with holy prayers, and 'tis spoken,
That were most precious to me.- Did heaven look on, To the succeeding royalty he leaves Tire healing benediction. With this strange virtue, They were all strack for thee ! naught that I am,
And would not take their part! Sinful Macduff, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
Not for their own demerits, but for mine, And sundry blessings bang about his throne,
Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them now ! That speak bim full of grace.
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief Enter Rosse.
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Macd.
See, who comes here! Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. And braggart with my tongue !- But, gentle heaven, Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Cat short all intermission front to front, Mal. I know him now :-Good God, betimes re- Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; The means that make us strangers !
[move Within my sword's length set biin; if he 'scape, Rosse.
Sir, Amen. Heaven forgive him too! Macd. Stands Scotland where it did!
This tune goes manly. Rosse.
Alas, poor country ; Come, go we to the king ; our power is ready; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Our lack is notbing but our leave : Macbeth Be call'd our mother, bat our grave: where nothing, Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Too nice, and yet too true!
What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth biss the speaker; can perceive no truth in your report. When was it
Doct. I have two nights watched with you, bat Each minute teems a new one.
she last walked ! Macd.
How does my wife?
Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have Rosse. Why, well, Macd. And all my children !
seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown Rosse.
upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and Rosse. No, they were well at peace, when I did again, return to bed; yet all this while in a most
fast sleep. leave them Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How goes at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of
Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive Rosse. When I caine hither to transport the tidings, watching. In this stumbry agitation, besides her Which I have heavily borne, there ran a ruinour
walking, and other actual performances, what, at any Of many worthy fellows that were out; Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
time, have you heard her say ! For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
Gent That, sir, which I will not report after her. Now is the time of help ; your eye in Scotland
Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you
should. Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
Gent. Neither to you, nor any one, laving no witTo doff their dire distresses. Mal.
Be it their comfort,
ness to contirm my speech. We are coming thither: gracious England hath
Enter Lady Macbeth, with a Taper. Lent as good Siward, and ten thousand men; Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise ; and, An older, and a better soldier, none,
upon my life, fast as eep: Observe her; stand close That Christendom gives out.
Doct. How came she by that light? Rosse.
Would I could answer Gent. Why, it stood by her. She has light by her This comfort with the like! But I have words, continually ; 'lis her command. That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Where hearing should not latch them.
Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. Macd.
What concern they? Doct. What is it she does now! Look, how she The general cause! or is it a fee-grief,
rabs her hands. Due to some single breast !
Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem
thus washing her hands; I have known ber continne And with bim pour we, in onr country's purge, in this a quarter of an hour.
Each drop of us. Lady M Yet here's a spot.
Or so much as it needs, Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down wha To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. comes from her, to satisfy my remeinbrance the more Make we our march towards Birnam. strongly,
(Exeunt, marching Lady M. Out, damned spot! oat, I say !-One ;
SCENE III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Two; 'Why, then 'tis time to do't: Hell is mu ky!
Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. --Fie, my lord, tie! a soldier, and afеar'd? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all ; power to account. --Yet who would have thought Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, the old man to have had so much blood in bim? I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm Doct. Do you mark that!
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife ; Where All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thos: is she now!-What, will these hands ne'er be clean ? Fear not, Macbeth ; no man, that's born of roman, -No more o'that, my lord, no more o’that: you mar Shall e'er have power on thee. Then tly, false thanes, all with this starting
And mingle with the English epicures : Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you The wind I sway by, and the heart I bear, should not.
Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am
Enter a Servant. sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon; Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood. still all Where got'st thou that goose look ? the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
Serv. There is ten thousand hand. Oh ! oh! oh!
Geese, villain ? Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely
Soldiers, sir. charged. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, Thog lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, for the dignity of the whole body.
Death of thy soul! those linen-cheeks of thine Doct. Well, well, well,
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face ! Gent. 'Pray God it be, sir.
Serv. The English foree, so please you. [at heart, Doct. This disease is heyond my practice : Yet I Macb. Take thy face bence.-Seyton !-I am sick have known those which have walked in their sleep, When I behold -- Seyton, I say!—This push who have died holily in their beds.
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night. I have liv'd long enoagh: my way of life gown, look not so pale :- I tell you yet again, Ban- Is fall'n into the sear, ile yellow leaf : quo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. And that which should accompany old age,
Doct. Even so!
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, to bed, to bed.
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. [Exit.
Seyton ! Doct. Will she go now to bed!
Enter Seyton. Gent. Directly.
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ! Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad ; Unnatural deeds
What news more? Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds
Sey. All is confirin'd, my lord, which was reported. To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be More needs she the divine, than the physician.- Give me my armour.
Chack'd. God, God, forgive us all! Look after lier;
"Tis not needed yet. Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
Macb. I'll put it on.
How does your patient, doctor?
Not so sick, my lord, [Exeunt.
As she is troubled with thick-coming faucies,
Cure ber of that: Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Ment. The English power is near, led on by Nal-Raze out the written troubles of the brain; His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff'. (colm,
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Revenges burn in them for their dear causes
Cleanse the stuff 'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart !
Therein the patient
Must minister to himself. Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Come, put mine armour on : give me my staff':
Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.-brother?
Seyton, send out. -Doctor, the thanes fly from me:Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son,
Come, sir, despatch :- If thou couldst, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo, Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies :
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate bim, Do call it valiant fary: but, for certain,
Would scour these English hence --Hearest thou of
them? He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule.
Doct. Ay, my good lord ; your royal preparation
Makes us hear something.
Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane, Now minulely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. (Esit. 'Those he commands, move only in command,
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. Upon a dwarfish thief.
SCENE IV. Ment.
Who then sball blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,
Country near Dunsinane : A Wood in View. When all that is within him dues condemn
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, Old SiItself, for being there!
ward and his Son, Macduff, Menteth, Cathness, Cath. Well, march we on,
Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and Soldiers marching. To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd :
Ma!. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal;
That chambers will be safe.
We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us!
SCENE VI. The same. A plain before the Castle. Ment.
The wood of Birnam. Enter, with Drums and Colours, Malcolm, Old SiMal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, ward, Macduff, &c, and their Army, with Boughs. And bear't before him ; thereby shall we shaduw The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Mal. Now near enough; your leafy sereens throw Err in report of us.
down, Sold. It shall be done.
And show like those you are :--Yon, worthy uncle,
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,
Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
According to our order.
Sino, For where there is advantage to be given,
Fare you well. Both more and less have given bim the revolt;
Do we bat find the tyrant's power to-pight,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot tight. [breath, And none serve with him but constrained things,
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all Whose hearts are absent too.
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Macd.
Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on
(Exeunt. Alarums continued. Industrious soldiership.
SCENE VII. The same. Another Part of the Plain. Siro
The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know
Enter Macbeth. What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's he, But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :
That was not born of woman! Such a one Towards which, advance the war.
Am I to fear, or none. [Exeunt, marching.
Enter Young Siward.
Y. Sir. What is thy name!
Thon't be afraid to hear it.
(name Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls ;
My name's Macbeth. The cry is still, They come : Oar castle's strength
Y. Siro. The devil himself could not pronounce a Will laugh a siege to scorn : here let them lie,
More hateful to mine ear.
(title Till famine, and the ague, eat them up :
No, nor more fearful. Were they not fore'd with those that should be ours,
Y. Sim. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my We might have met them dareful beard to beard, I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[sword And beat them backward home. What is that noise !
[They fight, and Young Siward is slain. [A Cry within, of Women.
Thou wast born of woman. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to score, Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit. The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
Alarums. Enter Macduff. To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of bair
Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
face : As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors ; If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, My wife and children's ghost will haunt me still. Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that cry! I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Are bir'd to bear their staves ; either, thou, Macbeth, Macb. She should have died hereafter;
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, There would have been a time for such a word.
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
By this great clatter, one of greatest note Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune! To the last syllable of recorded time;
And more I beg not.
[Exit. Alarum. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dnsty death. Out, out, brief candle !
Enter Malcolm and old Siward. Life's but a walking shadow: a poor player,
Siw. This way, my lord ;---the castle's gently renThat struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
The tyrant's people on both sides do tight; [der'd : And then is heard no more: it is a tale
The noble thanes do bravely in the war ; Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.
We have met wi foes
That strike beside us.
Enter, sir, the castle. Mess. Gracious my lord,
[Ereunt. Alarum, I shall report that which I say I saw,
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
On mine on sword? while I see lives, the gashes Mess. As I did stand my watch upou the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
Do better upon them.
Turn, hell-hound, turn. [Striking him. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: Mess. Let me endure your wrath, it't be not so: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd Within this three mile may you see it coming i
With blood of thine already. I say, a moving grove.
I have no words, Macb.
If thou speak'st false, My voice is in my sword; thoa bloodier villain Upon the next tree shalt thoa haug alive,
Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. Till famine cling thee : if thy speech be sooth, Macb.
Thon losest labour : care not if thou dost for me as much.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air I pull in resolution ; and begin
With ihy keen sword inpress, as make me bleed; To doubt the equivocation of the tiend,
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam 1000d I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood
To one of woman bora. Comes toward Dunsinave.- Arm, arm, and out! Macit
Despair thy charın ; If tbis, which he avouches, does appear,
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'l, There is nor flying lence, nor larrying here, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
Untimely ripp'd. And wish the estate o'the world were now undone. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, Ring the alarum bell:- Blow, wind ! come, wrack! For it hath cow'd my better part of man! At least we'll die with harness on our back. (Exeunt. And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense ;