SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood. Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. Drum and colors. Enter MALCOLM, old St-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. SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle. Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum and colors. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls: The cry is still They come :' our castle's strength We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, A cry of women within. What is that noise? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. (Exit. Mach. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair 1 Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with hor 80 And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, 40 I care not if thou dost for me as much. To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. 50 Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle. Drum and colors. Enter MALCOLM, elt SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs. Mal. Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down, And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Siw Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, 9 Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Macd. Enter MACDUFF. Macd Turn, hell-hound, turn! Macb. 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. Thou losest labor; As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed: Let fail thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. Macb. II Macd. Despair thy charm: And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd. 20 Mach. Accursed be the tongue that tells me so, And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, 30 I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be he that first cries 'Hold, enough!' [Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. MACBETH. 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: All. Hail, King of Scotland! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time 60 Before we reckon with our several loves, [ACT V. And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, ACT I. SCENE-Denmark. Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. Fran. For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Ber. Have you had quiet guard? Not a mouse stirring. ΙΟ If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, And liegemen to the Dane. Enter HORATIO and MARCellus. O, farewell, honest soldier: Bernardo has my place. [Exit. Holla! Bernardo! Say, What, is Horatio there? Hor. A piece of him. Mar. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Ber. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: And let us once again assail your ears, When yond same star that's westward from the Had made his course to illume that part of Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, 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. Ber. Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Mar- Together with that fair and warlike form 20 In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, Is the main motive of our preparations, Mar. It is offended. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. Is not this something more than fantasy? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe The source of this our watch and the chief head 110 That was and is the question of these wars. Re-enter Ghost. I'll cross it though it blast me. Stay, illusion! If there be any good thing to be done, Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life 141 'Tis here! [Exit Ghost. We do it wrong, being so majestical, crew. 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. |