Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. eyes, And braggart with my tongue !-But, gentle Cut short all intermission: front to front, The night is long that never finds the day. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I. Dunsinane. A room in the Castle. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked? Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep. 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? 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 sigh 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 nightgown; look not so pale :-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Gent. Why, it stood by her; she has light by Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, her continually; 'tis her command. Gent. It is an accustem'd 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. Doci. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. And many unrough youths, that even now Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great' Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, 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, Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-Nothing in love: Now does he feel his title One: Two: Why, then 'tis time to do't:- Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Hell is murky!-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, Upon a dwarfish thief." and afeard? What kneed we fear who knows it, Ment. when none can call our power to account 7-His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, Yet who would have thought the old man to When all that is within him does condemn Eave had so much blood in him? Itself for being there! Doct. Do you mark that? Cath. Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife: Where is she now 7-What, will these hands ne'er be clean 7-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. Len. weeds. Who then shall blame Make we our march towards Birnam. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Country near Dunsinane: A Wood in view. Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, old Siward, and his Son, Macduff, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching. Mal. Cousins, 1 hope the days are near at hand The wood of Birnam. Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? 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 Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. Enter Seyton. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? Sold. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Mal. "Tis his main hope: Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. Siv. 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: Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be Enter, with Drums and Colours, Macbeth, Sey hack'd. Send out more horses, skir the country round; ton, and Soldiers. Mach. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They comé: Our castle's Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home. What is tha noise ? [A cry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Therein the patient To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Macb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of As life were in't: I have supp'd full with it : horrors; Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:-Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, me: Come, sir, despatch :-If thou couldst, doctor, cast Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, Liar and slave! [Striking him.I If thou speak'st false, I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, If this, which he avouches, does appear, And wish the estate o' the world were now un- Ring the alarum-bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack ! 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, And show like those you are:-You, worthy Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son, Siro. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak: give them The same. Another part of the Plain. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot But, bearlike, I must fight the course.-What's That was not born of woman 7 Such a one Enter young Siward. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Macd. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, be; By this great clatter, one of greatest note Enter Malcolm and old Siward. The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Mal. That strike beside us. We have met with foes Enter, sir, the castle. Re-enter Macbeth. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the Macd. Macd. Re-enter Macduff. Turn, hell-hound, turn. I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Despair thy charm; Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only lived but till he was a man: The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Rosse. Ay, on the front. Siw. Pole. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: All. King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Of this dead butcher, and his fiendlike queen; Why then, God's soldier be he! Took off her life :-This, and what needful else Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, KING JOHN. KING JOHN. PERSONS REPRESENTED. PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards King ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the King. PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-bro- PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet. ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and tile, and Niece to King John. LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, He SCENE,-sometimes in England, and sometimes in France. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, The furthest limit of my embassy. K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here! Eli. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face, K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in The accent of his tongue affecteth him: peace: Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; [Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke. Eli. What now, my son? have I not ever said, 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 whole, With very easy arguments of love! 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: Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers Essex. Esser. My liege, here is the strangest contro versy, Come from the country to be judg'd by you, This expedition's charge.-What men are you? Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge. K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then it seems. And wound her honour with this diffidence. K. John. A good blunt fellow :-Why, being younger born, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance? And were our father, and this son like him!- I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. Do you not read some tokens of my son K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, And finds them perfect Richard.Sirrah, speak, What doth move you to claim your brother's land? Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father; With that half face would he have all my land Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother. Between my father and my mother lay This call, bred from his cow, from all the world; father, Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes,- And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me; |