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Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you. Ant. E. There, take it, and much thanks for my ood cheer. Abb. #. duke, Youchsafe to take the pains To go with us into the abbey here, Aud hear at large discoursed all our fortunes: And all that are assembled in this place, That by this sympathized one day’s error Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company, And we shall make full satistaction.— Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail Of you, my sons; mor, till this present hour, My heavy burdens are delivered:— The duke, my husband, and my children both, And you the calendars of their nativity, Go to a gossip’s feast, and go with me : After so long grief, such nativity Duke. With all my heart. I’ll gossip at this feast. [Breunt Duke, Abbess, AEgeon, courtesan, Merchant, Angelo, and Attendants. Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard f Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark’d r [Centaur. Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in the Ant.S. He speaks to me; I am your master, Dromio: Come, go with us: we'll look to that anon: Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him. [Exeunt Antipholus, S. and E., Adr. and Luc. Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master’s house, That kitcheu'd me for you to-day at dinner; She now shall be my sister, not my wife. Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not my brother. I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. Will you walk in to see their gossiping 1 Dro. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder. Dro. E. That’s a question : how shall we try it t Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior ; till then, lead thou first. Dro. E. Nay, then thus: We came into the world, like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another L Exeunt.
SCENE, in the End of the Fourth Act, lies in England; through the rest of the Play, in Scotland; and, chiefly, at Macbeth's Castle.
ACT I. SCENE I. An open Place. Thunder and Lightning. Enter Three Witches.
1. Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain 2 witch. When the hurlyburly's dome, When the battle’s lost and won. 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun. 1. Witch. Where the place t 2 witch. Upon the heath : 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin All. Paddock calls:—Anon– Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. [ Witches vanish.
Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles
Dun. O valiant cousin worthy gentleman
Dun. Dismay’d not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquot
Sold. Yes ;
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
Enter Rosse. Who comes here 2 Mał. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange. Rosse. od save the king Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane Rosse. From Fife, great king, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, And fan our people cold. Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, Confronted him with self-comparisons, Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude, The victory fell on us:— Dun. Great happiness Rosse. that now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes’ inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest:—Go, pronounce his death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Rosse. I’ll see it done. Idun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
[Exeunt. scENE in I. A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1. Witch. Where hast thou been, sister f 2. Witch. Killing swine. 3 witch. Sister, where thout 1. Witch. A sailor’s wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd :Give me, quoth j : Aroint thee, witch' the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger : But in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do. 2 witch. I’ll give thee a wind. 1 Witch. Thou art kind. 3 Witch. And I another. 1 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,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is’t call’d to Fores?—What are these? So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, And yet are on’tt Live you? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips:—You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. Mach. Speak, if you can ;-What are you ? 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth hail to thee, thane of Glamis . [Cawdor? 2. Witch. All hail, Macbeth ! hail to thee, thane of 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter. Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear, Things that do sound so fair t—I’the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor ssar, Your favours, nor your hate. " 1. Witch. Hail : 2 witch. Hail I 3 witch. Hail : 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt #"; kings, though thou be So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo || [none ; i Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail : Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king, stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence You owe this strange intelligence f or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way ith such prophetic greeting?—Speak, charge you. [ Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them : Whither are they vanish'd : Macb. Into the air; and what seem’d corporal, melted As breath into the wind.—"Would they had staid : Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about? Or have we eaten of the insane root, That takes the reason prisoner? Macb. Your children shall be kings. Ban. You shall be king. Mach. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here r Enter Rosse and Angus. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success : and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels’ sight, His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his ; , Silenc'd with that, In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nething afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale, 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, To evertake thee. "Would thou hadstless deserv’d ; To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; That the proportion both of thanks and payment
To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
Dun. There’s no art,
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Might have been mine only I have left to say,
There if I grow,
king that shalt be This have I thought good to de
tiver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thout mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thes. Lay it to thy heart, and farewels. Giamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be what thou art promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o'the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be at ; Art not without ambition; but without [highly, 'the illness should attend it. What thou wouldst That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou’dst have great Glamis, that which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, than wishest should be undone. , Hie thee hither, that i may pour o spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round ; which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
to have thee crown'd withal,—What is your tidings?
He brings great news.
Give him tending, The raven himself is hoarse,
[Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits 'That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full of direst cruelty make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and its Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold!—Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter |
Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night.
Lady M. And when goes hence?
Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes.
Lady M. 0, never
Shall sun that morrow see :
But be the serpent under it. He that’s coming
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady M. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt.
sCENE WI. The same. Before the castle. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.
Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Ban. This guest of summer,
his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven’s breath
Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, buttress,
Enter Lady Macbeth.
Dun. see, see : our honour’d hostess : The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble.
Lady M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith Your majesty loads our house : For those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits:
IXun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night.
Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own.
Dun. Give me your hand : Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess. C Exeunt.
SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Castle.
Hautboys and Torches. Enter, and s over the Stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with Dishes and Service. Then enter Macbeth.
Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, them ’twere It were done quickly: If the assassination [well Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.—But, in these cases, We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison’d chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trum o, against The deep damnation of his taking-off: And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.—I have no spur to o: the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other.—How now, what news?
Lady M. He has almost supp'd ; Why have you left
Macb. Hath he ask*d for me? fthe chamber?
Lady M. Know you not, he has t
Mach. we will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.
Lady M. Was the hope drunk,
Macb. Pr’ythee, peace:
Lady M. What beast was it then,
Have done to this.
Macb. If we should fail,
Lady M. We fail : But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we’ll not faii. hen Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day’s hard journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will 1 with wine and wassel so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only . When in swinish sleep their ...; natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan f what not put upon His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell ?
Macb. Bring forth men-children only For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received, When we have mark’d with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and us’d their very daggers, That they have don’t
Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death
Macb. I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show ; False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
ACT II. SCENE I. The same. Court within the Castle.
Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a servant with a Torch before them.
Ban: How goes the night, boy
Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Fle. I tak’t, 'tis later, sir.
Ban. Hold, take my sword:—There's husbandry
Their candles are all out.—Take thee that too.
Enter Macbeth, and a servant with a Torch.
Macb. A friend.
Ban, What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices: This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content.
Macb. Being unprepar’d, Qur will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought.
Ban. All’s well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show’d some truth.
Macb. I think not of them ; Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time.
Ban. At your kind'st leisure.
Mach. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you.
Ban. So I lose none,
AMacb. Good repose, the while !
Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to yout t Exit.
Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is
ready, Shé strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. terit Ser. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand t Come, let me clutch I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. t.thee:— Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight t or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable, As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument i was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes.—Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain’d sleep now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum’d by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, which now suits with it.--Whiles I threat, he lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. - CA Bell rings. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell, That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
JEnter Macbeth. Macb. I have done the deed:—Didst thou not hear a noise? [cry. Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets Did not you speak Macă. When f Lady M. Now. Macb. As I descended ? Lady M. Ay. Macb. Hark 1– Who lies i'the second chamber 1 Lady M. Macb. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his Hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, murder 1 [them : That they did wake each other; I stood and heard But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. Lady M. There are two lodg’d together. Macb. One cried, God bless us ; and, Amen, the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say, amen, When they did say, God bless us. Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, ament I had most need of bleesing, and amen Stuck in my throat. £ady M. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, sleep no more t Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief mourisher in life’s feast;Lady M. What do you meant Araçö. Still it cried, sleep no more 1 to all the house: Glamis, hath murder'd sleep; and therefore cavdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more? Lady M. Who was it that thus cried t Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things:–Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand— Why did you bring these daggers from the place t They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I’ll go no more : I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not. Lady M. Infirm of purpose Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the dead, Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking How is't with me, when every noise appals me ! What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green—one red. Re-enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white... [Knock.] I hear a knocking At the south entry:-retire we to our chamber: