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You are contented to be led in triumph
Come hither, sirrah.
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Must end that work the ides of March began,
Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath : And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Now be a freeman; and with this good sword, Therefore, our everlasting farewell take :
That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom, For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius.
Stand not to answer : here, take thou the hilts; If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
And when my face is cover'd, as 't is now, If not, why then, this parting was well made. Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng’d,
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus. Even with the sword that kill'd thee, If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, If not, 't is true, this parting was well made.
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius! Bru. Why then, lead on.-0, that a man might know Far from this country Pindarus shall run, The end of this day's business, ere it come!
Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Ecit. But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA, And then the end is known.--Come, ho ! away! Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Exeunt. Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius legions are by Antony.
Mes, Where did you leave him?
With Pindarus, his bondman, on this hill. Let them set on at once; for I perceive
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground ? But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing,
Tit. He lies not like the living.-O my heart!
Mes. Is not that he ?
No, this was he, Messala, SCENE III.-The Same. Another Part of the Field. As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set :
The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone;
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. This ensign here of mine was turning back;
Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
O hateful error! melancholy's child,
The things that are not ? O error! soon conceiv'd, Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil,
Thou never com’st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus ? Pin. Fly farther off, my lord, fly farther off;
Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord :
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it; Čas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Are those my tents where I perceive the fire ?
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this sight.
Hie you, Messala,
Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
Put on my brows this wreath of victory, Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. (Exit. And bid me give it thee? Didst not thou hear their Cas. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill:
shouts ? My sight was ever thick ; regard Titinius,
Alas! thou hast misconstrued every thing. And tell me what thou not'st about the field.
But hold thee; take this garland on thy brow:
[Exit PINDARUS. Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I This day I breathed first; time is come round, Will do his bidding.--Brutus, come apace, And where I did begin, there shall I end:
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies. Cas. What news ?
Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, Pin. Titinius is enclosed round about
STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.
Mes. Lo ! yonder; and Titinius mourning it.
He is slain.
Bru. O Julius Cæsar! thou art mighty yet:
Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords To see my best friend ta'en before my face !
In our own proper entrails.
I'll rather kill myself. Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius !
Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius ! [Whispers him. Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these ? Dar.
Shall I do such a deed ? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Cli. O, Dardanius ! It is impossible that ever Rome
Dar. O, Clitus! Should breed thy fellow.--Friends, I owe more tears Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee ? To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.
Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.-
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word. Lest it discomfort us.--Lucilius, come;
Vol. What says my lord ? And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Why, this, Volumnius. Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on !
The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me
I know my hour is come.
Not so, my lord. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
. BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Bru. Yet, countrymen, O! yet hold up your heads. Our enemies have beat us to the pit: [Low Alarums.
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, I will proclaim my name about the field.
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho !
Thou know'st that we two went to school together; A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. Brutus, my country's friend : know me for Brutus.
Alarum still [Éxit, charging the Enemy. Cato is overpowered, Cli. Fly, fly, my lord ! there is no tarrying here. and falls.
Bru. Farewell to you ;-and you ;-and you, VolumLuc. 0, young and noble Cato! art thou down?
[Shaking hands severally." Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius,
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son.
Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest.
My heart doth joy, that yet in all my life Luc.
Only I yield to die: found no man, but he was true to me. There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight. I shall have glory by this losing day,
[Offering money. More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
By this vile conquest shall attain unto. 1 Sold. We must not.—A noble prisoner !
So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta’en. Hath almost ended his life's history. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news :—Here comes the gene- Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, ral.
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
[Alarum. Cry within ; Fly, fly, fly! Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly! Ant. Where is he?
Hence: I will follow. Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough.
(Exeunt Clitus, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. dare assure thee, that no enemy
I pr’ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord. Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
Thou art a fellow of a good respect; The gods defend him from so great a shame!
Thy life hath had some snatch of honour in it: When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
Hold, then, my sword, and turn away thy face, He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato ? Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, Stra. Give me your hand first : fare you well, my lord. A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe,
Bru. Farewell, good Strato. Cæsar, now be still: Give him all kindness: I had rather have
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
[He runs on his Sword, and dies. And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead;
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESAnd bring us word unto Octavius' tent,
SALA, LUCILIUS, and their 'Army. How every thing is chanc'd.
Oct. What man is that?
Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master ? SCENE V.-Another part of the Field.
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
For Brutus only overcame himself,
Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, Luc. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, He came not back: he is or ta’en, or slain.
Oct. All that sery'd Brutus I will entertain them.
[Whispering. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Cli. What! I, my lord ? No, not for all the world. Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Bru. Peace then: no words.
Oct. Do so, good Messala.
i Not in f. 8.
DUNCAN, King of Scotland.
SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the MALCOLM,
English Forces. his Sons. DONALBAIN,
Young SIWARD, his Son.
SEYTON, an Officer attending Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.
An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor. LENOX,
A Soldier. A Porter. An Old Man. ROSSE,
Thanes of Scotland. MENTETH,
Gentlewoman attending Lady Macbeth.
HECATE, and Witches.
The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions.
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses' is supplied ;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel* smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore : but all's too weak; 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again,
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name) In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly 'st done,
Which smok’d with bloody execution, When the battle's lost and won.
Like valour's minion, carv'd out his passage, 3 Witch. That will be ere the set of sun.
Till he fac'd the slave; 1 Witch. Where the place?
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, 2 Witch. Upon the heath :
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
And fi'xd his head upon our battlements. 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman ! All. Paddock' calls :-Anon.
Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion Fair is foul, and foul is fair :
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, Hover through the fog and filthy air. [Witches vanish. So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: SCENE II.-A Camp near Fores.
No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d,
NALBAIN, LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. 'Gainst my captivity.--Hail, brave friend !
If I say sooth, I must report they were Say to the king thy knowledge of the broil,
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks ;
So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe :
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy Do swarm upon him) from the western isles
1 A name intimating the sownd of that it signifieth, as hurly burly, for an uprore and tumultuous stirre.—Peacham's Garden of Elo2 A toad. 3 Vide Second Part of Henry VI., Act iv., Sc. ix. quarry : in folio. Johnson made the change.
5 Not in first folio. Pope changed " breaking” of second, to " break."
They smack of honour both.-Go, get him surgeons.
Posters of the sea and land, [Exit Soldier, attended. Thus do go about, about: Enter Rossa and ANGUS.
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, Who comes here?
And thrice again, to make up nine. Mal.
The worthy thane of Rosse. Peace !-the charm's wound up. Len. What haste looks through his eyes !
Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. So should he look, that comest to speak things strange.
Macb, So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Rosse. God save the king !
Ban. How far"is't called to Fores ?-_What are these, Dun.
Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane? So wither'd, and so wild in their attire, Rosse. From Fife, great king;
That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ the earth, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And yet are on't? Live you ? or are yoú aught And fan our people cold.
That man hay question? You seem to understand me, Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
By each at once her chappy finger.laying Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,
Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
That you are so. Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Speak, if you can.---What are you? Point against point, rebellious arm 'gainst arm,
1 Witch. All hail ! Macbeth ! hail to thee, thane of Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
Glamis ! The victory fell on us ;
2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Dun. Great happiness!
Cawdor! Rosse. That now
3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king Sweno, the Norway's king, craves composition;
hereafter. Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear Till he disbursed at Saint Colmes' Inch
Things that do sound so fair ?--I' the name of truth, Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner Our bosom interest.---Go, pronounce his present death, You greet with present grace, and great prediction And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Of noble having, and of royal hope, Rosse, I'll see it done.
That he seems rapt withal : to me you speak not. Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. If you can look into the seeds of time,
[Exeunt. And say which grain will grow, and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favours, nor your hate.
1 Witch. Hail ! 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
2 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Killing swine.
3 Witch. Hail ! 3 WitchSister, where thou ?
1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, 2. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. And mounch’d, and mounch'd, and mounch'd : Give 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. me," quoth I :
So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo ! “ Arointa thee, witch !!' the rump-fed ronyono cries. 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail ! Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o the Tiger: Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more. But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ; And, like a rat without a tail,
But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
Stands not within the prospect of belief, 1 Witch. Thou art kind.
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence 3 Witch. And I another.
You owe this strange intelligence ? or why 1 Witch. I myself have all the other ;
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way And the very ports they blow,
With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge you. All the quarters that they know
Witches vanish. I’ the shipman's card to show.4
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, I'll drain him dry as hay:
And these are of them.--Whither have they vanish'd ? Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Macb. Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal, melted Hang upon his pent-house lid;
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd ! He shall live a man forbid.
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about, Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Or have we eaten on the insane root', Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine :
That takes the reason prisoner ? Though his bark cannot be lost,
Macb. Your children shall be kings. Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
You shall be king. Look what I have.
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? 2 Witch. Show me, show me.
Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here.? 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Enter Rosse and Angus. Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
[Drum within. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv’d, Macbeth, 3 Witch. A drum! a drum !
The news of thy success; and when he reads Macbeth doth come.
Thy personal venture in the rebel's fight, All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
His wonders and his praises do contend, 2 Still used in the sense of driving away, or imprecation, in parts of England ; "rynt thee,” is a phrase addressed to cows, by milkmaids, when milking. 3 Fr. rogneux, scurf. 4 The words " to show," are not in f. e. 3 Saxon, wyrd, fatal.
seems : in f. e.