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Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: let grief
all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Macd. 0, I could play the woman with mine Doct. What a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely eyes,
charged. And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle Gent. I would not have such a heart in my heaven,
bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Cut short all 'intermission : front to front, Doct. Well, well, well,Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir. Within my sword's length set him; if he scape, Doct, This disease is beyond my practice : Heaven forgive him too!
Yet I have known those which have walked in Mal.
This tune goes manly. their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. Come, go we to the king : our power is ready: Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightOur lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth gown; look not so pale :- I tell you yet again, Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer grave. you may ;
Doct. Even so ? The night is long that never finds the day. Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at
[Exeunt. the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me
your hand; What's done, cannot be undone : ACT V.
To bed, to bed, to bed. [Erit Lady Macbeth.
Doct.' Will she go now to bed? SCENE I. Dunsinane. A room in the Castle.
Gent. Directly. Enter a Doctor of Physick, and a waiting
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; UnnataGentlewoman.
ral deeds Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds can perceive no truth in your report.' When To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. was it she last walked?
More needs she the divine, than the physician.Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I God, God, forgive us all ! 'Look after her; have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night. Remove from her the means of all annoyance, gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth And still keep eyes upon her :—So, good night: paper, fold it, write upon it, rend it, afterwards My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight : seal it, and again return to bed ; yet all this I think, but dare not speak. while in a most fast sleep.
Gent. Good night, good doctor. (Exeunt Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the ef- SCENE II. The Country near Dunsinane. fects of watching.-In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking, and other actual performn- Enter, with Drum and Colours, Menteth, Cath ances, what, at any time, have you heard her ness, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers. Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after Ment. The English power is near, led on by her.
Malcolm, Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. you should.
Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no Would to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, witness to confirm my speech.
Excite the mortified man.
Near Birnam wood Enter Lady Macbeth, with a Taper. Shall we well meet them; that way are they Lo you, here she comes ? This is her very guise ; coming. and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his stand close.
brother? Doct. How came she by that light?
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.
And many unrough yonths, that even now Doct. You see her eyes are open.
Protest their first of manhood. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.
What does the tyrant ? Doct. What is it she does now ? Look, how Cath. Great' Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : she rubs her hands.
Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Gent. It is an accustcm'd action with her, to Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, seem thus washing her hands; I have known her He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause continue in this a quarter of an hour.
Within the belt of rule. Lady M. Yet here's a spot.
Now does he feel Doci. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what His secret murders sticking on his hands; comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; more strongly.
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 afеard? What kneed we fear who knows it, Ment.
Who then shall blame when none can call our power to account ?- 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 Lave had so much blood in him?
Itself for being there! Doct. I ho you mark that?
Well, march we on, Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife: Where To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd : Is she now --What, will these hands ne'er be Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal; clean ?-No more o' that, my lord, no more o' And with him pour we, in our country's purge, that: you mar all with this starting.
Each drop of us. Doct Go to, gu to; you have known what you Len.
Or so much as it needs, should not.
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I weeds. am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has Make we our march towards Birnam. known.
SCENE III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. The water of my land, find her disease,
Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. And purge it to a sound and pristine health, Macb. Bring me no more reports : let them fiy That should applaud again. -Pull’t off, I say.-
I would applaud thee to the very echo, Til Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Mal- Would scour these English hence ?—Hearst
thou of them ? colm! Was he not born of woman? The spirits that
Docl. Ay, my good lord; your royal prepara
Makes us hear something.
Bring it after me. thus: Fear not, Macbeth ; no man that's born of Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
[Erit. tooman, Shall e'er have power on thee. —Then fly, false Profit again should hardly draw me here. [ Exit
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, thanes, And mingle with the English epicures :
SCENE IV. The mind 1 sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with Country near Dunsinane: A Wood in vier. fear.
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, old Enter a Servant.
Siward, and his Son, Macduff, Menteth, CathThe devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd
ness, Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and Soldiers, loon!
marching Where gott'st thou that goose look ?
Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand Sero. There is ten thousand
That chambers will be safe.
Geese, villain ?
We doubt it nothing. Serv.
Soldiers, sir. Siw. What wood is this before us? Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red' thy
The wood of Birnam. fear,
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ? And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow Death of thy soul l those linen cheeks of thine
The numbers of our host, and make discovery Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey. Err in report of us. face ?
It shall be done. Serv. The English force, so please you.
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
sick at heart, When I behold—Seyton, I say ! this push
Our setting down befor't. Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
'Tis his main hope: I have liv'd long enough ; my way of life
For where there is advantage to be given, Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf :
Both more and less have given him the revolt; And that which should accompany old age,
And none serve with him but constrained things, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
Whose hearts are absent too. I must not look to have ; but, in their stead,
Let our just censures Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, Attend the true event, and put we on breath,
Industrious soldiership. Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare
The time approaches, not
That will with due decision make us know Seyton !
What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Enter Seyton.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate ;
But certain issue strokes must arbitraie :
[Exeunt, marching. Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.
SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Mach. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be Enter, with Drums and Colours, Macbeth, Sey
hack'd Give me my armour.
ton, and Soldiers. Sey.
'Tis not needed yet. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Macb. I'll put it on.
walls; Send out more horses, skir the country round; The cry is still, They come : Our castle's Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine strength armour
Will laugh a siege to scorn : here let them lie, How does your patient, doctor?
Till famine, and the agrie, eat them up: Doct.
Not so sick, my lord, Were they not forc'd with those that should be As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
ours, That keep her from her rest.
We might have met them dareful, beard to Macb.
Cure her of that: beard, Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; And beat them backward home. What is tha Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
noise ? [A cry within, of women. Raze out the written troubles of the brain; Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, The time has been, my senses would have Which weighs upon the heart?
Therein the patient To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Must minister to himself.
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir 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, Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that cry} me :
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Come, sir, despatch :-If thou couldst, doctor, Macb. She should have died hereafter ; cast
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Yo. Siw. No; though thou calPst thyself a hos. Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
ter name To the last syllable of recorded time;
Than any is in hell. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
My name's Macbeth. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Yo. Siw. The devil himself eould not pronounce Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player,
a title That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, More hateful to mine ear. And then is heard no more : it is a tale
No, por more fearful Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Yo. Sim. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my Signifying nothing.
sword Enter 2 Messenger.
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[They fight, and young Siward is slain Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story Macb.
Thou wast born of woman. quickly
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Mess. Gracious my lord,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born I shall report that which I say I saw,
(Erit. But know not how to do it.
Alarume. Enter Macduff. Macb.
Wel, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch apon the hill,
Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
thy face : The wood began to move.
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, Macb.
Liar and slave! My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me stiil
[Striking him. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Are hir'd to bear their staves: either thou, Mac. Within this three mile may you see it coming;
beth, I say, a moving grove.
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Macb.
If thou speak'st false, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st Upon the next tree shalt thon hang alive,
be; Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, By this great clatter, one of greatest note I care not if thon dost for me as much.
Seems bruited : Let me find him, fortune! I pull in resolution; and begin
And more I beg not.
[Erit. Alarum To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
Enter Malcolm and old Siward. That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnamwood Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood Siw. This way, my lord ;--the castle's gently Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; If this, which he avouches, does appear,
The noble thanes do bravely in the war ; There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
The day almost itself professes yours, l'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
And little is to do. And wish the estate o' the world were now un
We have met with foes done.
That strike beside us. Ring the alarum-bell :-Blow, wind ! come,
Enter, sir, the castle. wrack 1
Ereunt. Alarum. At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Re-enter Macbeth. [Exeunt. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and SCENE VI.
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the The same. A Plain before the Castle.
gashes Enter, with Drums and Colours, Malcolm, old Do better upon them. Siward, Macduff, 8c. and their Army with
Re-enter Macduff. Boughs.
Turn, hell-hoand, turn. Mal. Now near enough: your leavy screens Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: throw down,
But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd And show like those you are:-You, worthy With blood of thine already. uncle,
I have no worris, Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son, My voice is in my sword; thon bloodier villain Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Than terms can give thee out ! [ They fight. Shall take upon us what else remains to do, Macb.
Thou losest labour : According to our order.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air Siw.
Fare you well. --- With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let fall thy blale on vulnerable crests; Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Make all our trumpets speak: give them To one of woman boin all breath,
Despair thy charm; Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. And let the angel, whom thou still hast sery'd, [Ereunt. Alarums continued. Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense ; Macb. They have died me to a stake; I cannot That keep the word of promise to our ear, fly,
And break it to our hope. ---I'll not fight with thee But, bearlike, I must fight the course. What's Macd. Then yield thee, coward, he,
And live to be the show and gaze'o the time. That was not born of woman? Such a one We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Am I to fear, or none.
Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,
Here may you see the tyrant.
I'll not yield,
TO kiss the ground before young Malcolm's foot Mach
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, Siw.
He's worth no more ; And though oppos'd, being of no woman born, They say, he parted well, and paid his score: Yet I will try the last : Before my body
So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort. I throw my warlike shield ; lay on, Macduff; And dama'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough.
Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth's Head on a Ereunt, fighting.
Pole. Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and
Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold,
where stands Colours, Malcolm, old Siward, Rosse, Lenox, The usarper's cursed head : the time is free: Angus, Cathness, Menteth, and Soldiers.
I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe That speak my salutation in their minds; arriv'd.
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
King of Scotland, hail ! Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
(Flourish. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of debt ;
time, He only lived but till he was a man:
Before we reckon with your several loves, The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd And make us even wi you. My thanes and In the unshrinking station where he fought,
kinsmen, But like a man he died.
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Sir.
Then he is dead ? In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field; your Which would be planted newly with the time, cause of sorrow
As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; It hath no end.
Producing forth the cruel ministers Sing.
Had he his hurts before ? Ox this dead butcher, and his fiendlike queen; Rosse. Ay, on the front
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands Sino.
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,
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, I would not wish them to a fairer death : We will perform in measure, time, and place: And so his knell is knoll'd.
So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Mal.
He's worth more sorrow, Whom we invite to see us crowu'd at Scone. And that I'll spend for him.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. KING JOHN.
| PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet. PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards King PHILIP, King of France. Henry III.
LEWIS, the Dauphin. ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA. late Duke of Bretagne, the elder Brother of CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's Legate King John.
Melun, a French Lord. WILLIAM MARESHALL,
Earl of Pembroke. CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, chief King John.
Justiciary of England. WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury. ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.
Mother of King John. HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. King.
BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Cas ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Son of Sir
tile, and Niece to King John. Robert Faulconbridge.
LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-bro
Bastard and Robert Faulconbridge. ther, Bastard Son to King Richard the First Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, He JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulcon ralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other bridge.
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf SCENE I. Northampton.
of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful' claim A Room of State in the Palace. To this fair island, and the territories; Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine Essex, Salisbury, and others, with Chatillon.
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Which sways usurpingly these several titles; K. Johane do with a thing Chatillon, what would And pep hoe same miehet punais arvereis hand, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? France,
Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody In my behaviour, to the majesty,
war, The borrow'd majesty of England here. To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty! K. John. Here have we war for war, and t.ood K. John. Silence, good mother: hear the em for blood, bassy
Controlment for controlment : 80 answer France.
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my| K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven mouth,
lent us here! The furthest limit of my embassy.
Eli. He hath a trick of Cæur-de-lion's face, K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in the accent of his tongue affecteth him : peace:
Do you not read some tokens of my son Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; In the large composition of this man ? For ere thou canst report I will be there, K. John. Mine eye liath well examined his The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :
parts, So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, And sullen presage of your own decay.
speak, An honourable conduct let him have:
What doth move you to claim your brother's Pembroke, look to't; Farewell, Chatillon.
land? [Ereunt Chatillon and Pembroke. Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, father ; How that ambitious Constance would not cease With that half face would he have all my land Till she had kindled France, and all the world, half-faced groat five hundred pound a year! Upon the right and party of her son ?
Rol. My gracious liege, when that my father This might have been prevented and made liv'd, whole,
Your brother did employ my father much ;With very easy arguments of love!
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my Which now the manage of two kingdoms must land; With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother. K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy for us.
To Germany, there with the emperor, Eli. Your strong possession, much more than To treat of high affairs touching that time : your right;
The advantage of his absence took the king, Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's; So much my conscience whispers in your ear; Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak: Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and hear.
Between my father and my mother lay Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who (As I have heard my father speak himself,) whispers Essex.
When this same lusty gentleman was got. Esser. My liege, here is the strangest contro- Upon his death-hed he by will bequeath'd versy
His lands to me; and took it, on his death, Come from the country to be judg'd by you, That this my mother's son was none of his; That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ? And, if he were, he came into the world K. John. Let them approach.-[Exit Sheriff. Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Our abbeys, and our priories, shall pay Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will. Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert Faulconbridge, and K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; Philip, his bastard Brother.
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him: This expedition's charge.-What men are you? And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? Or Caur-de-lion knighted in the field.
In sooth, good friend, your father might have K. John. What art thou ?
kept Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon. This call, bred from his cow, from all the world; bridge.
In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the My brother might not claim him: nor your heir ?
father, You came not of one mother then it seems. Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes, Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, My mother's son did get your father's heir; That is well known; and, as I think, one father: Your father's heir must have your father's land. But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; To dispossess that child which is not his ? Of that I doubt, as all men's children may. Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame Than was his will to get me, as I think. thy mother,
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,--be a Faul. And wound her honour with this diffidence.
conbridge, Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; That is niy brother's plea, and none of mine; Or the reputed son of Cæur-de-lion, The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ? At least from fair five hundred pound a year; Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him land!
And if my legs were two such riding-rods, K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin, younger born,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Lest men should say, Look, where three far Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. things goes! But once he slander'd me with bastardy: And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, Bat whe'r I be as true begot, or no,
Would, I might never stir from off this place, That still I lay upon my mother's head; I'd give it every foot to have this face; But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
I would not be sir Nob in any case. (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) Eli. I like thee well; wilt thou forsake thy Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
fortune, If old Sir Robert did beget us both,
Bequeath thy land to him, and fol.ow me; And were our father, and this son like him! I am a soldier, and now bound to France. O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.