Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man than you shall see me pay. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. 100 Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body: SCENE IV. Another part of the field. Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, young CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field: I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus! [Exit. Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? ΙΟ Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; First Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes the general. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates. Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes. Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Vol. What says my lord? Why, this, Volumnius: Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: 20 [Low alarums. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st that we two went to school together: Even for that our love of old, I prithee, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. 30 Bru. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; I shall have glory by this losing day Hath almost ended his life's history: 40 For Brutus only overcame himself, Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would And no man else hath honour by his death. Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, rest, That have but labour'd to attain this hour. [Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly!' That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Oct. All that served Brutus, will entertain them. Bru. Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato? Stra. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword.] Cæsar, now be still: 50 I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [Dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army. O. What man is that? Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him; Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Oct. Do so, good Messala. Mes. Stra. Mes. How died my master, Strato? 60 T 70 I held the sword, and he did run on it. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. So mix'd in him that Nature might stand His life was gentle, and the elements up And say to all the world 'This was a man!! Oct. According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. So call the field to rest; and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt. All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: ΙΟ Hover through the fog and filthy air. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A camp near Forres. An English Doctor. A Porter. LADY MACBeth. LADY MACDUFF. Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. HECATE. Three Witches. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, SCENE: Scotland: England. Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied: Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, 20 Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! come Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had with valour arm'd Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meet-Began a fresh assault. ing a bleeding Sergeant. Dun. What bloody man is that? He can re port, Mal. Doubtful it stood: Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him--from the western isles Dun. Dismay'd not this Yes; 31 As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: I cannot tell. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. 40 Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; 10 They smack of honour both. Go get him sur[Exit Sergeant, attended. geons. Mal. Enter Ross. The worthy thane of Ross. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to speak things strange. Ross. Assisted by that most disloyal traitor 50 That now 60 Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Ross. I'll see it done. First Witch. I myself have all the other, And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I' the shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor day S. Witch. Show me, show me. Here I have a pilot's thumb, 10 20 All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine and thrice to mine Enter MACBETH and BANQUD. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. 40 So wither'd and so wild in their attire, By each at once her chappy finger laying Mach. Speak, if you can: what are you? First Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! Sec. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! Third Witch. All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter! 50 Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not. First Witch. Hail! Sec. Witch. Hail! Third Witch. Hail! 60 First Witch. Lesserthan Macbeth, and greater. Sec. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. Third Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! First Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! Mach. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me Ban. To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here? Enter Ross and ANGUS. Ross. The king hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy success; and when he reads 90 Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend Which should be thine or his: silenced with that, In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as hail Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him. Ang. We are sent roo To give thee from our royal master thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee. Ang. With those of Norway, or did line the rebel Macb [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind. [To Ross and Angus] Thanks for your pains. [To Ban.] Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them? Why hath it given me earnest of success, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him. 141 Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould Are register'd where every day I turn The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Macb. Till then, enough. SCENE IV. Forres. Very gladly. Come, friends. [Exeunt. The palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONAL My liege, Dun. 10 Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Ross, and ANGUS. O worthiest cousin! Ban. That trusted home 120 An absolute trust. Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you. Macb. [Aside] Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentlemen. [Aside] This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill, 130 The sin of my ingratitude even now To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, That the proportion both of thanks and pay pent Might have been mine! only I have left to 3, 20 More is thy due than more than all can pay Macb. The service and the loyalty Low |