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Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, [sound, Which shall possess them with the heaviest That ever yet they heard.

Macd. Humph! I guess at it.

Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd: your wife,
and babes,

Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
To add the death of you.

Mal. Merciful heaven!-
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your
Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it
Macd. My children too?

Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all

That could be found.

Macd. And I must be from thence!

My wife kill'd too?

Rosse. I have said.

Mal. Be comforted:

Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief.

Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty


Did you say, all ?-O, hell-kite !-All?
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell swoop?

Mal. Dispute it like a man.
Macd. I shall do so;

But I must also feel it as a man:

I cannot but remember such things were,
That were not precious to me. Did heaven

look on,

And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
They were all struck for thee! naught that


Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching. In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking, and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say?

Gent. That, Sir, which I will not report after her.

Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you should.

Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech.

Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.

Doct. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her command. Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Lady M. Yet here's a spot.

Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!— One; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't:Hell is murky!-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afear'd? What need we fear who knows Iit, when none can call our power to account! -Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?

Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest
them now!


Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword:
let grief
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage
Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine
And braggart with my tongue! -But, gentle
Cut short all intermission;t front to front,
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
Heaven forgive him too!

Mal. This tune goes manly.
Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer
you may;

The night is long, that never finds the day.



SCENE I.-Dunsinane.-A Room in the Castle.

Doct. Do you mark that?

Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where is she now?- -What, will these hands ne'er be clean ?-No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that: you mar all with this starting.

Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known.

Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh!

Doct. What a sight is there! The heart is sorely charged.

Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,

Gent. 'Pray God, it be, Sir.

Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your

Enter a DOCTOR of Physic, and a waiting GEN-night-gown; look not so pale:-I tell you yet


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again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave.

Doct. Even so?

Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly,

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unna tural deeds


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SCENE II.-The Country near Dunsinane. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,

His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man.t

Ang. Near Birnam wood [coming, Shall we well meet them; that way are they Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother?

Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, And many unrought youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood.

Ment. What does the tyrant?

Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, [him, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule.

Ang. Now does he feel

His secret murders sticking on his hands:
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Those he commands, move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel the title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Ment. Who then shall blame
His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself, for being there?

Cuth. Well, march we on,

To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medecins of the sickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us.

Len. Or so much as it needs, [weeds. To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III.-Dunsinane.-A Room in the Castle.

Enter MACBETH, DOCTOR, and ATTENDANTS. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all;


Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Mal-
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that
All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus:
Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman,
Shall e'er have power on thee.- Then fly, false

And mingle with the English epicures:
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sag with doubt, nor shake with


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Enter a SERVANT.



The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd
Where got'st thou that goose look?
Serv. There is ten thousand-
Macb. Geese, villain?
Serv. Soldiers, Sir.

Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch t Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheyface?

Serv. The English force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am sick at heart,

When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
I have liv'd long enough: my way of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour,
[dare not.
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but


Sey. What is your gracious pleasure?
Mucb. What news more?

Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.

Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me my armour.

Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.
Macb. I'll put it on.

Send out more horses, skirr§ the country round;
Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine
How does your patient, doctor? [armour.-

Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest.

Macb. Cure her of that:

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart?

Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself.

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.


[staff:Come, put mine armour on; give me my Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from [cast Come, Sir, despatch:-If thou could'st, doctor, 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, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.What rhubarb, senna; or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence!-Hearest

thou of them?

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+ Dry.


An appellation of contempt, Scour.

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Sold. It shall be done.

Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant

Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down befor't.

Mal. 'Tis his main hope:

For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt; And none serve with him, but constrained

Whose hearts are absent too.

Macd. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

Siw. The time approaches,


That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe,
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :t
Towards which, advance the war.
[Exeunt, marching.
SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle.
Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH,
SEYTON, and Soldiers.

Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; [strength The cry is still, They come: Our castle's Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Till famine, and the ague, eat them up: Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, [beard, We might have met them dareful, beard to And beat them backward home. What is that noise? [A cry within, of Women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Mucb. 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 fellt of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with

Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.-Wherefore was that cry?

Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief


Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
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.-

* I. c._Greater and less †Determine. Skin.

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Macb. If thou speak'st false,

Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
I care not if thou dost for me as much.-
I pull in resolution; and begin


To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane-and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and
If this, which he avouches, does appear,
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
I'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
And wish the estate o'the world were now
Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come,

At least we'll die with harnesst on our back.


SCENE VI.-The same.-A plain before the Castle.

Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army, with Boughs.

Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens

throw down, [uncle, And show like those you are:-You, worthy 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.

Siw. Fare you well.-
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII-The same.-Another Part of the Plain.

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Yo. Stw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, my sword

I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

[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. [Exit.

Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.

Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy face:

If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghost will haunt me still.


I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose
Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou,

Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
I sheathe again undeeded. There aou should'st


By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited:+ Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not. [Exit. Alurum.


Siw. This way, my lord;-The castle's gently render'd :

The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.

Mal. We have met with foes
That strike beside us.

Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle.

Here may you see the tyrant. Macb. I'll not yield,


To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou oppos'd, 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 ories, Hold, enough.
[Exeunt, fighting.

Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with_Drum and
Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Rosse, Le-

Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd.

So great a day as this is cheaply bought. [see, Siro. Some must go off: and yet, by these I Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's He only liv'd but till he was a man ; [debt: The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died.

Siw. Then he is dead?

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your
cause of sorrow

Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

Siw. Had he his hurts before?

Rosse. Ay, on the front.

Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!

[Exeunt. Alarum. Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

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Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd With blood of thine already.

Macd. 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 may'st thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress, as make me

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 serv'd,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me For it hath cow'd my better part of man! [so, And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That paltert with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with


Macd. Than yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
+ Reported with clamour.

* Soldiers.
The air which cannot be cut.

I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so his knell is knoll'd.

And that I'll spend for him.

Mul. He's worth more sorrow,

They say, he parted well, and paid his score: So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort.

Siw. He's worth no more;

Re-enter MA CDUFF, with MACBETH'S Head on a Pole.

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold,

where stands

I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,*
The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
That speak my salutation in their minds;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,-
Hail, king of Scotland!

All. King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish.
Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of


Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and


Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do,
As calling home our exil'd friends abroad;
Which would be planted newly with the time,-
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen;
Took off her life;-This, and what needful else
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place:
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
[Flourish. Exeunt.

✩ The kingdom's wealth or ornament.




PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards King Henry III.

ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, late Duke of Bretagne, the elder Brother of King John.

WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.
GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, Chief
Justiciary of England.

WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.
ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.

HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the King.

PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-brother, bastard Son to King Richard the First. JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulconbridge.

PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet.
PHILIP, King of France.

LEWIS, the Dauphin.
ARCH-DUKE of Austria.
CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's legate.
MELUN, a French Lord.
CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to King

ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and
Mother of King John.

CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Cas tile, and Niece to King John. LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard and Robert Faulconbridge. Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.

SCENE, Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.

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K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?

Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of France,

In my behaviour, to the majesty,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.

Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty!

K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.

Chat. Philip of France, in right and true beOf thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, [half Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim To this fair island, and the territories; To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: Desiring thee to lay aside the sword, Which sways usurpingly these several titles; And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?

Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war,

To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for blood, [France. Controlment for controlment: So answer Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my The furthest limit of my embassy. [mouth,

In the manner I now do,

K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace:

Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
For ere thou canst report I will be there,
The thunder of my canon shall be heard:
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And sullen presage of your own decay.--
An honourable conduct let him have
Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon.
Eli. What now, my son? have I not ever

How that ambitious Constance would not cease;
Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her son?
This might have been prevented, and made
With very easy arguments of love; [whole,
Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us.

Eli. Your strong possession, much more than your right;

Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: So much my conscience whispers in your ear; Which none but heaven, and you, and 1, shall


Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers ESSEX.

Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy,

Come from the country to be judg'd by you, That ere I heard: Shall I produce the men? K. John. Let them approach.[Exit Sheriff. Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay * Conduct, administration,

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