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From the marderer's gibbet, throw
No, my lord. Into the flame.
Macb. Came they not by you! 411 Come, high, or low;
No, indeed, my lord. Thyself, and office, destly show.
Macb. Jnfected be the air whereon they ride;
And damn'd, all those that trust then !-1 did hear Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises.
The galloping of horse : Who was't came by! Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,
Len. 'T'is two or three, my lord, that bring you 1 Witch. He knows thy thought; Macduff is tled to England.
[ word, Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
Pled to England i App. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Mac
Len. Ay, my good lord. Beware the thane of Fife.- Dismiss me :--Enough. Macb. Time, Thou anticipat'st my dread exploits :
[ Descents. The fighty purpose never is o'ertook, Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, thanks;
[more : The very firstlings of my heart shall be Thou hast karp'd my fear aright:-Bat one word The firstlings of my hand. And even now
I Witch. He will not be commanded : Here's an To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and More potent than the first.
[other, the castle of Macduff I will surprise ; [done : Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. Seize upon Fife ; give to the edge o'the sword App.
Macbeth i Macbeth ! Macbeth!- His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
That trace his line. No boasting like a fool; App.
Be bloody, bold, This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool : And resolute : laugh to searn the power of man,
But no more sights !- Where are these gentlemen! For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. Come, bring me where they are.
[Exeunt. [ Descends.
SCENE II. Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle. Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of But yet P'll make assurance double sare, (thee?
Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse. And take a bond of fate : thou sball pot live;
1. Macd. What had he done, to make him fy the That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,
Rosse. You must have patieace, madam. [land ?
He had none : And sleep in spite of thunder.- W bat is this,
His flight was mariness: When our actions do not, Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with Our fears do inake us traitors. a Tree in his Hant, rises.
You know not, That rises like the issue of a king;
Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. And wears upon his baby brow the round
L. Macd. Wisdom ! to leave his wife, to leave And top of sovereignty.
His mansion, and his titles, in a place All.
Listen, bat speak not. From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; App. Be lion-mettled, proud ; and take no care He wants the natural touch for the poor wren, Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are : The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Macheth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
All is the fear, and nothing is the love; Shall come against him.
(Descends. As little is the wisdom, where the flight Macb.
That will never be ; So runs against all reason. Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
My dearest coz', Untix his earin-bound root ? sweet bodements ! good! I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows Of Biroam rise, and our high-plac'd Maebeth The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much further : Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, To time, and mortal custom.-Yet my heart
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour Throbs to know one thing; Tell me (it your art From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; Can tell so much,) shall Banqno's issue ever But float upon a wild and violent sea, Reign in this kingdom !
Each way, and move.--I take my leave of you : All
Seek to know no more. Shall not be long but I'll be here again : Macb. I will be satistied: deny me this,
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know: To what they were before.- My pretty cousin, Why sinks that cauldron! and what noise is this? Blessing upon you !
[Hautloys. L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. 1 Witch, Show! 2 Witch. Show ! 3 Witch. Show! Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
AU. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart! It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort:
I take my leave at once.
L. Macu. Eight Kings appear, and pass orer the Stage in
Sirrah, your father's dead; order; the last with a Glass in his Hand: Banquo And what will you do now? How will you live! following:
Son. As birds do, mother.
What, with worms and flies! Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banqno; down! Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls : --And thy hair,
L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first A third is like the former:-Filthy bays!
The pit-fall, nor the gin.
Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are Why do you show me this?--A fourth !-Start, eyes!
not set for, What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? My father is not dead, for all your saying. Another yet I-A seventh 1-1'll see no more : - L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Son Nay, how will you do for a husband! (father! Which shows me many more; and some see,
L. Macd. Why, I can bay me twenty at any market. That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry:
Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
L. Macd. Thou s reak'st with all thy wit; and yet
Ci'faith, And points at them for his. What, is this so?
Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? I Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :---But why
L. Macit. Ay, that he was. Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Son. What is a traitor ? Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
L. Macu. Why, one that swears and lies. And show the best of our delights ;
Son. And be all traitors, that do so? I'll charm the air to give a sound,
L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and While you perform your antique round:
must be hanged. That this great king may kind y say,
Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear and Our duties did his welcome pay.
L. Macd. Every one.
[lie ? [Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Goue!-Let this pernicious
Son. Who must bang them!
L. Macd. Why, the honest men. Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
(hour Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : for Come in without there!
there are liars and swearers enough to beat the hoEnter Lenox.
nest men, and hang mp them. Len.
What's your grace's will! L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! Macb. Saw you the weird sisters!
But how wilt thou do for a father 1
Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for bim: if you of goodly thousands: But, for all this, would not, it were a good sign Ibai I should quickly When I shall tread apon the tyrant's head, have a new father.
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st! Shall have more vices than it had before ; Enter a Messenger.
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed. Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
What should be be ? Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
Mal. It is myself I mean : in whom I know I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly :
All the particulars of vice so grafted, If you will take a homely mau's advice,
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Be not found here; hence, with your little ones,
Will seem as pure as suow; and the poor state To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage;
Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd To do worse to you, were fell craelty,
With my contineless harms. Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve
Not in the legions I dare abide no longer.
[Exit. of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd L. Macd. Whither should I fly!
In evils, to top Macbeth. I have done no harm. But I remember now
I grant bim bloody, I am in this earthly world ; where, to do harm,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, is often laudable: to do good, sometime,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name : But there's no boitom, none, [faces ?
In my voluptuousness : your wives, your daughters, To say I have done no harm !----What are these Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up Enter Murderers.
The cistern of my lust; and my desire Mur. Where is your husband ?
All continent impediments would o'er-bear,
Than such a one to reign.
Boundless intemperance Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain.
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been Mur.
What, you egg? The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
[Stabbing him. And fall of many kings. But fear not yet Young fry of treachery?
To take upon you what is yours: you may Son.
He has kill'd me, mother; Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, Run away, I pray you.
[ Dies. And yet'seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink. [Exit Lady Macduff, crying murder, We have willing dames enough ; there cannot be and pursued by the Murderers. That vulture in you, to devour so many
As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
Finding it so inclin'd.
With this there grows, England. Room in the King's Palace.
In my most ill-compos'd affection, such
A stanchless avarice, that were I king,
[there Desire his jewels, and this other's house : Macd.
Let us rather
And my more having would be as a sauce Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, To make me hunger more; that I should forge Bestride our downfall's birthdom: Each new morn, Qnarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, New widows howl; new orphans ery; new sorrows Destroying them for wealth. Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
This avarice As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root Like syllable of dolour.
Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been Mal
What I believe, I'll wail; The sword of our slain kings : Yet do not fear; What know, believe; and, what I can redress, Scotland hath foysons to fill op your will, As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
of your mere own : All these are portable, What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. With other graces weigh'd. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongue,
Mal. But I have none': The king becoming graces, Was once thought honest : you have lov'd him well; As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, He bath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, something
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, You may deserve of him throngh me; and wisdom I have no relish of them, but abound To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb,
In the division of each several crime, To appease an angry god.
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Macd, I am not treacherous.
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Mal.
But Macbeth is. Uproar the universal peace, confound A good and virtuous nature may recoil,
All unity on earth. In an imperial charge. But 'crave your pardon ; Macu.
O Scotland! Scotland! That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose : Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: Angels are bright still, though the brightest feli: I am as I have spoken. Though all things foul woald wear the brows of grace, Macd.
Fit to govern! Yet grace must still look so.
No, not to live.-O nation miserable, Macd.
I have lost my hopes. With an antitled tyrant bloody-sceptred, Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did tind my When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again; doubts.
Since that the truest issue of thy throne Why in that rawness left you wife and child By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) And does blaspheme his breed ? --Thy royal father, Without leave-taking !-! pray you, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
Was a most sainted king; the queen,
that bore thee But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly just,
Ofi'ner upon her knees than on her feet,
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! Whatever I shall think.
These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself, Macd.
Bleed, bleed, poor country! Have banish'd me from Scotland.-o, my breast, Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, [wrongs,Thy hope ends here ! For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy Mal.
Macduff, this noble passion, Thy title is affeer'd !-Fare thee well, lord :
Child of integrity, bath from my soul I would not be the villain that thou think'st, Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth And the rich east to boot.
By many of these trains hath sought to win me Mal. Be not offended :
Into his power : and modest wisdom plucks me I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
From over-credulous haste : But God above
Deal between thee and me! for even now
Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself, And here, from gracious England, have I offer Por strangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman; never was forsworn ;
No mind, that's honest, Scarcely have coveled what was mine own;
But in it shares some woe; though the main part At no time broke my faith ; would not betray Pertains to you alone. The devil to his fellow; and delight
If it be mine,
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Is thine, and my poor country's, to command: Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,
That ever yet they heard. Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
Humph! I guess at it. All ready at a point, was setting forth :
Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife,and babes, Now we'll together; And the chance, of goodness, Savagely slaughter'd : to relate the manner, Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are yon silent? Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
Macd. Such welcomeand unwelcome things at once, To add the death of you. 'Tis hard to reconcile.
What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Mal, Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, I
Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it bieak. pray you?
Macd. My children too! Doct. Ay, sir : there are a crew of wretched souls,
Wife, children, servants, all That stay his cure; their malad y convinces
Tbat could be found. The great assay of art; but, at his touch,
And I must be from thence! Such sanctity hath heavea given his hand,
My wife kill'd too? They presently amend.
I have said.
I thank you, doctor.
Be comforted :
To cure this deadly grief.
"Tis call'd the evil; A most miraculous work in this good kiog;
Macd. He has no children.--All my pretty ones? Which often since my here-remain in England,
Did you say, all ?-0, bell-kite!- ALL! I have seen him do. How he solicits beaven,
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people,
At one fell swoop ?
Mal. Dispute it like a man.
I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man :
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.- Did beaven look on, Tire healing benediction. With this strange virtue, They were all strack for thee! naught that I am,
And would not take their part! Sinful Macduft, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy; And sundry blessings haag about his throne,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine, That speak him full of grace.
Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them now!
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword : let grief Enter Rosse.
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Maed.
See, who comes here! Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. And braggart with my toogue !-- But, gentle heaven, Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Cut short all intermission; front to front, Mal. I know him now :--Good God, betimes re- Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself ; The means that make us strangers !
(move Within my sword's length set bin; it he 'scape, Rosse.
Sir, Amen. Heaven forgive him too! Macd. Stands Scotland where it did!
This tune goes manly. Rosse,
Alas, poor country ; Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Our lack is notbing but our leave : Macbeth
SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Macd. 0, relation,
Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Too nice, and yet too true!
What is the newest grief? Doct. I have two nights watched with you, bat Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; can perceive no truth in your report. When was it Each minute teems a new one. Macd.
she last walked ! How does my
Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have Rosse. Why, well.
seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown Macd.
And all my children ! Rosse.
upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold Maed. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and Rosse. No, they were well at peace, when I did again, return to bed ; yet all this while in a most
tast sleep. leave them
Cit! Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech ; How goes
Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, watching. In this slumbry agitation, besides her
at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
walking, and other actual performances, what, at any Of many worthy fellows that were out; Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
time, have you heard her say !
Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
Dout. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you
should Would create soldiers, make our women fight, To doff their dire distresses.
Gent. Neither to you, nor any one, having no witMal.
Be it their comfort,
ness to contirm my speech. We are coming thither: gracious England hath
Enter Lady Macbeth, with a Taper. Lent us good Šiward, and ten thousand men ; Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, An older, and a better soldier, none,
upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close That Christendom gives out.
Doct. How came she by that light? Rosse.
Would I could answer Gent. Why, it stood by her. she has light by ber This comfort with the like! But I have words, continually ; 'is her coin mand. That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Where hearing should not latch them.
Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. Macd.
What concern they? Doct. What is it she does now! Look, how she The general cause ! or is it a fee-grief,
rubs her hands. Due to some single breast !
Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem
thas washing her hands; I have known ber continue And with him poor we, in onr country's purge, in this a quarter of an hour.
Each drop of us. Lady M Yet bere's a spot.
Or so much as it needs, Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down wha To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. comes from her, to satisfy my remeinbrance the more Make we our march towards Birnam. strongly.
(Exeunt, marching. Lady M. Out, damned spot! oat, I say !--One: SCENE III. Dunsinane. A koom in the Castle. Two; 'Why, then 'tis time to do't: Hell is mu ky!
Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants. --Fie, my lord, tie! a soldier, and afеar'd? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; power to account. --Yet who would have thought Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, the old man to have had so much blood in him? I cannot taipt with fear. What's the boy Malcolm Doct. Do you mark that?
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife ; Where All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thos: is she now! - What, will these hands ne'er be clean ? Fear not, Macbeth ; no man, that's born of woman, -No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that: you mar Shall e'er have power on thee. -Thently, false thanes, all with this starting
And mingle with the English epicures : Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, should not.
Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am
Enter a Servant. sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon ; Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still all Where got'st
thou that goose look ? the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
Serv. There is ten thousandhand. Oh ! oh! oh!
Geese, villain ? Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Serv.
Soldiers, sir. charged.
Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, Thou lily-liver'd boy.' What soldiers, patch ? for the dignity of the whole body.
Death of thy soul! those linen-cheeks of thine Doct. Well, well, well,-
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face ! Gent. 'Pray God it be, sir.
Serv. The English force, so please you. Cat heart, Doct. This disease is heyond my practice : Yet I Macb. Take thy face bence.-Seyton I-I am sick have known those which have walked in their sleep, When I behold-Seyton, I say! --Tbis push who have died holily in their beds.
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night. I have liv'd long enoagh: my way of life gnwn look not so pale :- I tell you yet again, Ban- Is fall'n into the sear, ile yellow leaf : quo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. And that which should accompany old age, Doct. Even so ?
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the
I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, to bed, to bed.
Which the poor heart would fain deny, bui dare not.
Seyton ! Doct. Will she go now to bed!
Enter Seyton. Gent. Directly.
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ! Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad ; Unnatural deeds
What news more? Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds
Sey. All is confirin'd, my lord, which was reported. To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be More needs she the divine, than the physician.
Give me my armour.
[hack'd. God, God, forgive us all! Look after lier;
'Tis not needed yet. Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
Macb. I'll put it on. And still keep eyes upon her :-So, good night:
Send out more horses, skirr the country round;
How does your patient, doctor!
Not so sick, my lord,
Cure ber of that: Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Ment. The English power is near, led on by Nal-Raze out the written troubles of the brain; His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff'. [colm, And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes
Cleanse the stuff 'd bosom of that perilous stuff Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,
Which weighs upon the heart ! Excite the mortified man.
Therein the patient Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Must minister to himself. Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Come, put mine armour on : give me my staff :
Macb. Throw physio to the dogs, I'll none of it.brother?
Seyton, send out. --Doctor, the thanes fly from me:Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
Come, sir, despatch :-If thou couldst, doctor, cast Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son,
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
What does the tyrant ? 1 would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drog, Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,
Would scour these English hence !-Hearest thou of Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
them! He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule.
Doct. Ay, my good lord ; your royal preparation
Makes us hear something.
Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane, Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ;
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. (Erit. Those he commands, move only in command,
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. Upon a dwarlish thief.
SCENE IV. Ment.
Who then sball blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,
Country near Dunsinane : A Wood in Vier. When all that is within him dues condemn
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, Old SiItself, for being there!
ward and his Son, Macduff, Menteth, Cathness, Cath. Well, march we on,
Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and Soldiers marching. To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd :
Ma!. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal;
That chambers will be safe.
We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us?
SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle. Ment.
The wood of Birnam. Enter, with Drunis and Colours, Malcolm, Old SiMal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, ward, Macduff, &c. and their Army, with Boughs. And bear't before him; thereby shall we shaduw The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Mal. Now near enough; your leafy screens throw Err in report of us.
down, Sold. It shall be done.
And show like those you are :-Yon, worthy uncle, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Oor setting down befor'l.
Shall take upon us what else remains to do, Mal. "Tis his main hope :
According to our order.
Sino For where there is advantage to be given,
Fare you well. Both more and less have given him the revolt;
Do we bat find the tyrant's power 10-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot tight. (breath, And none serve with him but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too.
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all Macd.
Let our just censures
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Attend the true event, and plit we on
(Exeunt. Alarums continued. Industrious soldiership. Sir. The time approaches,
SCENE VII. The same. Another part of the Plain. That will with due decision make us know
Enter Macbeth. What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate ; But, bear-like, I must fight the course.- What's be, Bat certain issue strokes must arbitrate :
That was not born of woman! Such a one Towards which, advance the war.
Am I to fear, or none. [Exeunt, marching.
Enter Young Siward.
Y. Siv. What is thy name!
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
(name Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
My name's Macbetb. The cry is still, They come : Our eastle's strength
Y. Siro. The devil himself could not pronounce a Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,
More hateful to mine ear.
(title Till famine, and the ague, eat them up :
No, nor more fearful. Were they not forc'd with those that should
beraars, I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
Y. Sin. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my We might have met them dareful beard to beard,
(sword And beat them backward home. What is that noise !
[They fight, and Young Siward is slain. [A Cry within, of Women.
Thou wast born of woman. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman boro. (Exit. The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
Alarums. Enter Macduff. To hear a uight-shriek ; and my feil of bair
Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
face : As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors ; If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, My wife and children's ghost will haunt me still. Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that cry? I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Are hir'd to bear their staves ; either, thou, Macbeth, Macb. She should have died hereafter;
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, There would have been a time for such a word.
I sheathe again andeeded. There thou shouldst be ; To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
By this great clatter, one of greatest note Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune! To the last syllable of recorded time;
And more I beg not.
[Exit. Alarum. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle !
Enter Malcolm and old Siward. Life's but a walking shadow: a poor player,
Siw. This way, my lord ;--the castle's gently renThat struts and frets his hour upon the stage, The tyrant's people on both sides do tight; (derd : And then is heard no inure : it is a tale
The noble thanes do bravely in the war; Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.
We have met with foes
That strike beside us.
Enter, sir, the castle. Mess. Gracious my lord,
(Ereunt. Alarum. I shall report that which I say I saw,
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
On mine owa'sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
Do better upon them.
Turn, hell-hound, tarn. [Striking him. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : Mess. Let me endure your wrath, it't be not so: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd Within this three mile may you see it coming;
With blood of thine already. I say, a moving grove.
I have no words, Macb.
If thou speak'st false, My voice is in my sword; thoa bloodier villain Upon the next tree shalt thou haog alive,
Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
Thon losest labour : I care not if thou dost for me as much.-
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air I pull in resolution ; and begin
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed ; To doubt the equivocation of the tiend,
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Do come to Dunsinane ;--and now & wood
To one of woman bora. Comes toward Dunsinane.--Arm, arm, and out! Macit,
Despair thy charın; If this, which he a vouches, does appear,
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'l, There is nor flying lience, nor Larrying here. Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb I'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
Untimely ripp'd. And wish the estate o'the world were now undone.-- Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, Ring the alarum bell :- Blow, wind ! come, wrack! For it hath cow'd my better part of man! At least we'll die with harness on our back. (Exeunt. And be these juggling fiends to more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense ;