Scene
1
Thunder
.
Enter
the
three
Witches
.
FIRST
WITCH
Thrice
the
brinded
cat
hath
mewed
.
SECOND
WITCH
Thrice
,
and
once
the
hedge-pig
whined
.
THIRD
WITCH
Harpier
cries
“
’Tis
time
,
’tis
time
!
”
FIRST
WITCH
Round
about
the
cauldron
go
;
In
the
poisoned
entrails
throw
.
Toad
,
that
under
cold
stone
Days
and
nights
has
thirty-one
Sweltered
venom
sleeping
got
,
Boil
thou
first
i’
th’
charmèd
pot
.
The
Witches
circle
the
cauldron
.
ALL
Double
,
double
toil
and
trouble
;
Fire
burn
,
and
cauldron
bubble
.
SECOND
WITCH
Fillet
of
a
fenny
snake
In
the
cauldron
boil
and
bake
.
Eye
of
newt
and
toe
of
frog
,
Wool
of
bat
and
tongue
of
dog
,
Adder’s
fork
and
blindworm’s
sting
,
Lizard’s
leg
and
howlet’s
wing
,
For
a
charm
of
powerful
trouble
,
Like
a
hell-broth
boil
and
bubble
.
ALL
Double
,
double
toil
and
trouble
;
Fire
burn
,
and
cauldron
bubble
.
THIRD
WITCH
Scale
of
dragon
,
tooth
of
wolf
,
Witch’s
mummy
,
maw
and
gulf
Of
the
ravined
salt-sea
shark
,
Root
of
hemlock
digged
i’
th’
dark
,
Liver
of
blaspheming
Jew
,
Gall
of
goat
and
slips
of
yew
Slivered
in
the
moon’s
eclipse
,
Nose
of
Turk
and
Tartar’s
lips
,
Finger
of
birth-strangled
babe
Ditch-delivered
by
a
drab
,
Make
the
gruel
thick
and
slab
.
Add
thereto
a
tiger’s
chaudron
For
th’
ingredience
of
our
cauldron
.
ALL
Double
,
double
toil
and
trouble
;
Fire
burn
,
and
cauldron
bubble
.
SECOND
WITCH
Cool
it
with
a
baboon’s
blood
.
Then
the
charm
is
firm
and
good
.
Enter
Hecate
to
the
other
three
Witches
.
HECATE
O
,
well
done
!
I
commend
your
pains
,
And
everyone
shall
share
i’
th’
gains
.
And
now
about
the
cauldron
sing
Like
elves
and
fairies
in
a
ring
,
Enchanting
all
that
you
put
in
.
Music
and
a
song
:
“
Black
Spirits
,
”
etc.
Hecate
exits
.
SECOND
WITCH
By
the
pricking
of
my
thumbs
,
Something
wicked
this
way
comes
.
Open
,
locks
,
Whoever
knocks
.
Enter
Macbeth
.
MACBETH
How
now
,
you
secret
,
black
,
and
midnight
hags
?
What
is
’t
you
do
?
ALL
A
deed
without
a
name
.
MACBETH
I
conjure
you
by
that
which
you
profess
(
Howe’er
you
come
to
know
it
)
,
answer
me
.
Though
you
untie
the
winds
and
let
them
fight
Against
the
churches
,
though
the
yeasty
waves
Confound
and
swallow
navigation
up
,
Though
bladed
corn
be
lodged
and
trees
blown
down
,
Though
castles
topple
on
their
warders’
heads
,
Though
palaces
and
pyramids
do
slope
Their
heads
to
their
foundations
,
though
the
treasure
Of
nature’s
germens
tumble
all
together
Even
till
destruction
sicken
,
answer
me
To
what
I
ask
you
.
THIRD
WITCH
We’ll
answer
.
FIRST
WITCH
Say
if
th’
hadst
rather
hear
it
from
our
mouths
Or
from
our
masters’
.
MACBETH
Call
’em
.
Let
me
see
’em
.
FIRST
WITCH
Pour
in
sow’s
blood
that
hath
eaten
Her
nine
farrow
;
grease
that’s
sweaten
From
the
murderers’
gibbet
throw
Into
the
flame
.
ALL
Come
high
or
low
;
Thyself
and
office
deftly
show
.
Thunder
.
First
Apparition
,
an
Armed
Head
.
MACBETH
Tell
me
,
thou
unknown
power
—
FIRST
WITCH
He
knows
thy
thought
.
Hear
his
speech
but
say
thou
naught
.
FIRST
APPARITION
Macbeth
!
Macbeth
!
Macbeth
!
Beware
Macduff
!
Beware
the
Thane
of
Fife
!
Dismiss
me
.
Enough
.
He
descends
.
MACBETH
Whate’er
thou
art
,
for
thy
good
caution
,
thanks
.
Thou
hast
harped
my
fear
aright
.
But
one
word
more
—
FIRST
WITCH
He
will
not
be
commanded
.
Here’s
another
More
potent
than
the
first
.
Thunder
.
Second
Apparition
,
a
Bloody
Child
.
SECOND
APPARITION
Macbeth
!
Macbeth
!
Macbeth
!
—
MACBETH
Had
I
three
ears
,
I’d
hear
thee
.
SECOND
APPARITION
Be
bloody
,
bold
,
and
resolute
.
Laugh
to
scorn
The
power
of
man
,
for
none
of
woman
born
Shall
harm
Macbeth
.
He
descends
.
MACBETH
Then
live
,
Macduff
;
what
need
I
fear
of
thee
?
But
yet
I’ll
make
assurance
double
sure
And
take
a
bond
of
fate
.
Thou
shalt
not
live
,
That
I
may
tell
pale-hearted
fear
it
lies
,
And
sleep
in
spite
of
thunder
.
Thunder
.
Third
Apparition
,
a
Child
Crowned
,
with
a
tree
in
his
hand
.
What
is
this
That
rises
like
the
issue
of
a
king
And
wears
upon
his
baby
brow
the
round
And
top
of
sovereignty
?
ALL
Listen
but
speak
not
to
’t
.
THIRD
APPARITION
Be
lion-mettled
,
proud
,
and
take
no
care
Who
chafes
,
who
frets
,
or
where
conspirers
are
.
Macbeth
shall
never
vanquished
be
until
Great
Birnam
Wood
to
high
Dunsinane
Hill
Shall
come
against
him
.
He
descends
.
MACBETH
That
will
never
be
.
Who
can
impress
the
forest
,
bid
the
tree
Unfix
his
earthbound
root
?
Sweet
bodements
,
good
!
Rebellious
dead
,
rise
never
till
the
Wood
Of
Birnam
rise
,
and
our
high-placed
Macbeth
Shall
live
the
lease
of
nature
,
pay
his
breath
To
time
and
mortal
custom
.
Yet
my
heart
Throbs
to
know
one
thing
.
Tell
me
,
if
your
art
Can
tell
so
much
:
shall
Banquo’s
issue
ever
Reign
in
this
kingdom
?
ALL
Seek
to
know
no
more
.
MACBETH
I
will
be
satisfied
.
Deny
me
this
,
And
an
eternal
curse
fall
on
you
!
Let
me
know
!
Cauldron
sinks
.
Hautboys
.
Why
sinks
that
cauldron
?
And
what
noise
is
this
?
ALL
Show
his
eyes
and
grieve
his
heart
.
Come
like
shadows
;
so
depart
.
A
show
of
eight
kings
,
the
eighth
king
with
a
glass
in
his
hand
,
and
Banquo
last
.
MACBETH
Thou
art
too
like
the
spirit
of
Banquo
.
Down
!
Thy
crown
does
sear
mine
eyeballs
.
And
thy
hair
,
Thou
other
gold-bound
brow
,
is
like
the
first
.
A
third
is
like
the
former
.
—
Filthy
hags
,
Why
do
you
show
me
this
?
—
A
fourth
?
Start
,
eyes
!
What
,
will
the
line
stretch
out
to
th’
crack
of
doom
?
Another
yet
?
A
seventh
?
I’ll
see
no
more
.
And
yet
the
eighth
appears
who
bears
a
glass
Which
shows
me
many
more
,
and
some
I
see
That
twofold
balls
and
treble
scepters
carry
.
Horrible
sight
!
Now
I
see
’tis
true
,
For
the
blood-boltered
Banquo
smiles
upon
me
And
points
at
them
for
his
.
The
Apparitions
disappear
.
What
,
is
this
so
?
FIRST
WITCH
Ay
,
sir
,
all
this
is
so
.
But
why
Stands
Macbeth
thus
amazedly
?
Come
,
sisters
,
cheer
we
up
his
sprites
And
show
the
best
of
our
delights
.
I’ll
charm
the
air
to
give
a
sound
While
you
perform
your
antic
round
,
That
this
great
king
may
kindly
say
Our
duties
did
his
welcome
pay
.
Music
.
The
Witches
dance
and
vanish
.
MACBETH
Where
are
they
?
Gone
?
Let
this
pernicious
hour
Stand
aye
accursèd
in
the
calendar
!
—
Come
in
,
without
there
.
Enter
Lennox
.
LENNOX
What’s
your
Grace’s
will
?
MACBETH
Saw
you
the
Weïrd
Sisters
?
MACBETH
Came
they
not
by
you
?
LENNOX
No
,
indeed
,
my
lord
.
MACBETH
Infected
be
the
air
whereon
they
ride
,
And
damned
all
those
that
trust
them
!
I
did
hear
The
galloping
of
horse
.
Who
was
’t
came
by
?
LENNOX
’Tis
two
or
three
,
my
lord
,
that
bring
you
word
Macduff
is
fled
to
England
.
MACBETH
Fled
to
England
?
LENNOX
Ay
,
my
good
lord
.
MACBETH
,
aside
Time
,
thou
anticipat’st
my
dread
exploits
.
The
flighty
purpose
never
is
o’ertook
Unless
the
deed
go
with
it
.
From
this
moment
The
very
firstlings
of
my
heart
shall
be
The
firstlings
of
my
hand
.
And
even
now
,
To
crown
my
thoughts
with
acts
,
be
it
thought
and
done
:
The
castle
of
Macduff
I
will
surprise
,
Seize
upon
Fife
,
give
to
th’
edge
o’
th’
sword
His
wife
,
his
babes
,
and
all
unfortunate
souls
That
trace
him
in
his
line
.
No
boasting
like
a
fool
;
This
deed
I’ll
do
before
this
purpose
cool
.
But
no
more
sights
!
—
Where
are
these
gentlemen
?
Come
bring
me
where
they
are
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Macduff’s
Wife
,
her
Son
,
and
Ross
.
LADY
MACDUFF
What
had
he
done
to
make
him
fly
the
land
?
ROSS
You
must
have
patience
,
madam
.
LADY
MACDUFF
He
had
none
.
His
flight
was
madness
.
When
our
actions
do
not
,
Our
fears
do
make
us
traitors
.
ROSS
You
know
not
Whether
it
was
his
wisdom
or
his
fear
.
LADY
MACDUFF
Wisdom
?
To
leave
his
wife
,
to
leave
his
babes
,
His
mansion
and
his
titles
in
a
place
From
whence
himself
does
fly
?
He
loves
us
not
;
He
wants
the
natural
touch
;
for
the
poor
wren
,
The
most
diminutive
of
birds
,
will
fight
,
Her
young
ones
in
her
nest
,
against
the
owl
.
All
is
the
fear
,
and
nothing
is
the
love
,
As
little
is
the
wisdom
,
where
the
flight
So
runs
against
all
reason
.
ROSS
My
dearest
coz
,
I
pray
you
school
yourself
.
But
for
your
husband
,
He
is
noble
,
wise
,
judicious
,
and
best
knows
The
fits
o’
th’
season
.
I
dare
not
speak
much
further
;
But
cruel
are
the
times
when
we
are
traitors
And
do
not
know
ourselves
;
when
we
hold
rumor
From
what
we
fear
,
yet
know
not
what
we
fear
,
But
float
upon
a
wild
and
violent
sea
Each
way
and
move
—
I
take
my
leave
of
you
.
Shall
not
be
long
but
I’ll
be
here
again
.
Things
at
the
worst
will
cease
or
else
climb
upward
To
what
they
were
before
.
—
My
pretty
cousin
,
Blessing
upon
you
.
LADY
MACDUFF
Fathered
he
is
,
and
yet
he’s
fatherless
.
ROSS
I
am
so
much
a
fool
,
should
I
stay
longer
It
would
be
my
disgrace
and
your
discomfort
.
I
take
my
leave
at
once
.
Ross
exits
.
LADY
MACDUFF
Sirrah
,
your
father’s
dead
.
And
what
will
you
do
now
?
How
will
you
live
?
SON
As
birds
do
,
mother
.
LADY
MACDUFF
What
,
with
worms
and
flies
?
SON
With
what
I
get
,
I
mean
;
and
so
do
they
.
LADY
MACDUFF
Poor
bird
,
thou
’dst
never
fear
the
net
nor
lime
,
The
pitfall
nor
the
gin
.
SON
Why
should
I
,
mother
?
Poor
birds
they
are
not
set
for
.
My
father
is
not
dead
,
for
all
your
saying
.
LADY
MACDUFF
Yes
,
he
is
dead
.
How
wilt
thou
do
for
a
father
?
SON
Nay
,
how
will
you
do
for
a
husband
?
LADY
MACDUFF
Why
,
I
can
buy
me
twenty
at
any
market
.
SON
Then
you’ll
buy
’em
to
sell
again
.
LADY
MACDUFF
Thou
speak’st
with
all
thy
wit
,
And
yet
,
i’
faith
,
with
wit
enough
for
thee
.
SON
Was
my
father
a
traitor
,
mother
?
LADY
MACDUFF
Ay
,
that
he
was
.
LADY
MACDUFF
Why
,
one
that
swears
and
lies
.
SON
And
be
all
traitors
that
do
so
?
LADY
MACDUFF
Every
one
that
does
so
is
a
traitor
and
must
be
hanged
.
SON
And
must
they
all
be
hanged
that
swear
and
lie
?
LADY
MACDUFF
Why
,
the
honest
men
.
SON
Then
the
liars
and
swearers
are
fools
,
for
there
are
liars
and
swearers
enough
to
beat
the
honest
men
and
hang
up
them
.
LADY
MACDUFF
Now
God
help
thee
,
poor
monkey
!
But
how
wilt
thou
do
for
a
father
?
SON
If
he
were
dead
,
you’d
weep
for
him
.
If
you
would
not
,
it
were
a
good
sign
that
I
should
quickly
have
a
new
father
.
LADY
MACDUFF
Poor
prattler
,
how
thou
talk’st
!
Enter
a
Messenger
.
MESSENGER
Bless
you
,
fair
dame
.
I
am
not
to
you
known
,
Though
in
your
state
of
honor
I
am
perfect
.
I
doubt
some
danger
does
approach
you
nearly
.
If
you
will
take
a
homely
man’s
advice
,
Be
not
found
here
.
Hence
with
your
little
ones
!
To
fright
you
thus
methinks
I
am
too
savage
;
To
do
worse
to
you
were
fell
cruelty
,
Which
is
too
nigh
your
person
.
Heaven
preserve
you
!
I
dare
abide
no
longer
.
Messenger
exits
.
LADY
MACDUFF
Whither
should
I
fly
?
I
have
done
no
harm
.
But
I
remember
now
I
am
in
this
earthly
world
,
where
to
do
harm
Is
often
laudable
,
to
do
good
sometime
Accounted
dangerous
folly
.
Why
then
,
alas
,
Do
I
put
up
that
womanly
defense
To
say
I
have
done
no
harm
?
Enter
Murderers
.
What
are
these
faces
?
MURDERER
Where
is
your
husband
?
LADY
MACDUFF
I
hope
in
no
place
so
unsanctified
Where
such
as
thou
mayst
find
him
.
MURDERER
He’s
a
traitor
.
SON
Thou
liest
,
thou
shag-eared
villain
!
MURDERER
What
,
you
egg
?
Stabbing
him
.
Young
fry
of
treachery
!
SON
He
has
killed
me
,
mother
.
Run
away
,
I
pray
you
.
Lady
Macduff
exits
,
crying
“
Murder
!
”
followed
by
the
Murderers
bearing
the
Son’s
body
.
Scene
3
Enter
Malcolm
and
Macduff
.
MALCOLM
Let
us
seek
out
some
desolate
shade
and
there
Weep
our
sad
bosoms
empty
.
MACDUFF
Let
us
rather
Hold
fast
the
mortal
sword
and
,
like
good
men
,
Bestride
our
downfall’n
birthdom
.
Each
new
morn
New
widows
howl
,
new
orphans
cry
,
new
sorrows
Strike
heaven
on
the
face
,
that
it
resounds
As
if
it
felt
with
Scotland
,
and
yelled
out
Like
syllable
of
dolor
.
MALCOLM
What
I
believe
,
I’ll
wail
;
What
know
,
believe
;
and
what
I
can
redress
,
As
I
shall
find
the
time
to
friend
,
I
will
.
What
you
have
spoke
,
it
may
be
so
,
perchance
.
This
tyrant
,
whose
sole
name
blisters
our
tongues
,
Was
once
thought
honest
.
You
have
loved
him
well
.
He
hath
not
touched
you
yet
.
I
am
young
,
but
something
You
may
deserve
of
him
through
me
,
and
wisdom
To
offer
up
a
weak
,
poor
,
innocent
lamb
T’
appease
an
angry
god
.
MACDUFF
I
am
not
treacherous
.
MALCOLM
But
Macbeth
is
.
A
good
and
virtuous
nature
may
recoil
In
an
imperial
charge
.
But
I
shall
crave
your
pardon
.
That
which
you
are
,
my
thoughts
cannot
transpose
.
Angels
are
bright
still
,
though
the
brightest
fell
.
Though
all
things
foul
would
wear
the
brows
of
grace
,
Yet
grace
must
still
look
so
.
MACDUFF
I
have
lost
my
hopes
.
MALCOLM
Perchance
even
there
where
I
did
find
my
doubts
.
Why
in
that
rawness
left
you
wife
and
child
,
Those
precious
motives
,
those
strong
knots
of
love
,
Without
leave-taking
?
I
pray
you
,
Let
not
my
jealousies
be
your
dishonors
,
But
mine
own
safeties
.
You
may
be
rightly
just
,
Whatever
I
shall
think
.
MACDUFF
Bleed
,
bleed
,
poor
country
!
Great
tyranny
,
lay
thou
thy
basis
sure
,
For
goodness
dare
not
check
thee
.
Wear
thou
thy
wrongs
;
The
title
is
affeered
.
—
Fare
thee
well
,
lord
.
I
would
not
be
the
villain
that
thou
think’st
For
the
whole
space
that’s
in
the
tyrant’s
grasp
,
And
the
rich
East
to
boot
.
MALCOLM
Be
not
offended
.
I
speak
not
as
in
absolute
fear
of
you
.
I
think
our
country
sinks
beneath
the
yoke
.
It
weeps
,
it
bleeds
,
and
each
new
day
a
gash
Is
added
to
her
wounds
.
I
think
withal
There
would
be
hands
uplifted
in
my
right
;
And
here
from
gracious
England
have
I
offer
Of
goodly
thousands
.
But
,
for
all
this
,
When
I
shall
tread
upon
the
tyrant’s
head
Or
wear
it
on
my
sword
,
yet
my
poor
country
Shall
have
more
vices
than
it
had
before
,
More
suffer
,
and
more
sundry
ways
than
ever
,
By
him
that
shall
succeed
.
MACDUFF
What
should
he
be
?
MALCOLM
It
is
myself
I
mean
,
in
whom
I
know
All
the
particulars
of
vice
so
grafted
That
,
when
they
shall
be
opened
,
black
Macbeth
Will
seem
as
pure
as
snow
,
and
the
poor
state
Esteem
him
as
a
lamb
,
being
compared
With
my
confineless
harms
.
MACDUFF
Not
in
the
legions
Of
horrid
hell
can
come
a
devil
more
damned
In
evils
to
top
Macbeth
.
MALCOLM
I
grant
him
bloody
,
Luxurious
,
avaricious
,
false
,
deceitful
,
Sudden
,
malicious
,
smacking
of
every
sin
That
has
a
name
.
But
there’s
no
bottom
,
none
,
In
my
voluptuousness
.
Your
wives
,
your
daughters
,
Your
matrons
,
and
your
maids
could
not
fill
up
The
cistern
of
my
lust
,
and
my
desire
All
continent
impediments
would
o’erbear
That
did
oppose
my
will
.
Better
Macbeth
Than
such
an
one
to
reign
.
MACDUFF
Boundless
intemperance
In
nature
is
a
tyranny
.
It
hath
been
Th’
untimely
emptying
of
the
happy
throne
And
fall
of
many
kings
.
But
fear
not
yet
To
take
upon
you
what
is
yours
.
You
may
Convey
your
pleasures
in
a
spacious
plenty
And
yet
seem
cold
—
the
time
you
may
so
hoodwink
.
We
have
willing
dames
enough
.
There
cannot
be
That
vulture
in
you
to
devour
so
many
As
will
to
greatness
dedicate
themselves
,
Finding
it
so
inclined
.
MALCOLM
With
this
there
grows
In
my
most
ill-composed
affection
such
A
stanchless
avarice
that
,
were
I
king
,
I
should
cut
off
the
nobles
for
their
lands
,
Desire
his
jewels
,
and
this
other’s
house
;
And
my
more-having
would
be
as
a
sauce
To
make
me
hunger
more
,
that
I
should
forge
Quarrels
unjust
against
the
good
and
loyal
,
Destroying
them
for
wealth
.
MACDUFF
This
avarice
Sticks
deeper
,
grows
with
more
pernicious
root
Than
summer-seeming
lust
,
and
it
hath
been
The
sword
of
our
slain
kings
.
Yet
do
not
fear
.
Scotland
hath
foisons
to
fill
up
your
will
Of
your
mere
own
.
All
these
are
portable
,
With
other
graces
weighed
.
MALCOLM
But
I
have
none
.
The
king-becoming
graces
,
As
justice
,
verity
,
temp’rance
,
stableness
,
Bounty
,
perseverance
,
mercy
,
lowliness
,
Devotion
,
patience
,
courage
,
fortitude
,
I
have
no
relish
of
them
but
abound
In
the
division
of
each
several
crime
,
Acting
it
many
ways
.
Nay
,
had
I
power
,
I
should
Pour
the
sweet
milk
of
concord
into
hell
,
Uproar
the
universal
peace
,
confound
All
unity
on
earth
.
MACDUFF
O
Scotland
,
Scotland
!
MALCOLM
If
such
a
one
be
fit
to
govern
,
speak
.
I
am
as
I
have
spoken
.
MACDUFF
Fit
to
govern
?
No
,
not
to
live
.
—
O
nation
miserable
,
With
an
untitled
tyrant
bloody-sceptered
,
When
shalt
thou
see
thy
wholesome
days
again
,
Since
that
the
truest
issue
of
thy
throne
By
his
own
interdiction
stands
accursed
And
does
blaspheme
his
breed
?
—
Thy
royal
father
Was
a
most
sainted
king
.
The
queen
that
bore
thee
,
Oft’ner
upon
her
knees
than
on
her
feet
,
Died
every
day
she
lived
.
Fare
thee
well
.
These
evils
thou
repeat’st
upon
thyself
Hath
banished
me
from
Scotland
.
—
O
my
breast
,
Thy
hope
ends
here
!
MALCOLM
Macduff
,
this
noble
passion
,
Child
of
integrity
,
hath
from
my
soul
Wiped
the
black
scruples
,
reconciled
my
thoughts
To
thy
good
truth
and
honor
.
Devilish
Macbeth
By
many
of
these
trains
hath
sought
to
win
me
Into
his
power
,
and
modest
wisdom
plucks
me
From
overcredulous
haste
.
But
God
above
Deal
between
thee
and
me
,
for
even
now
I
put
myself
to
thy
direction
and
Unspeak
mine
own
detraction
,
here
abjure
The
taints
and
blames
I
laid
upon
myself
For
strangers
to
my
nature
.
I
am
yet
Unknown
to
woman
,
never
was
forsworn
,
Scarcely
have
coveted
what
was
mine
own
,
At
no
time
broke
my
faith
,
would
not
betray
The
devil
to
his
fellow
,
and
delight
No
less
in
truth
than
life
.
My
first
false
speaking
Was
this
upon
myself
.
What
I
am
truly
Is
thine
and
my
poor
country’s
to
command
—
Whither
indeed
,
before
thy
here-approach
,
Old
Siward
with
ten
thousand
warlike
men
,
Already
at
a
point
,
was
setting
forth
.
Now
we’ll
together
,
and
the
chance
of
goodness
Be
like
our
warranted
quarrel
.
Why
are
you
silent
?
MACDUFF
Such
welcome
and
unwelcome
things
at
once
’Tis
hard
to
reconcile
.
Enter
a
Doctor
.
MALCOLM
Well
,
more
anon
.
—
Comes
the
King
forth
,
I
pray
you
?
DOCTOR
Ay
,
sir
.
There
are
a
crew
of
wretched
souls
That
stay
his
cure
.
Their
malady
convinces
The
great
assay
of
art
,
but
at
his
touch
(
Such
sanctity
hath
heaven
given
his
hand
)
They
presently
amend
.
MALCOLM
I
thank
you
,
doctor
.
Doctor
exits
.
MACDUFF
What’s
the
disease
he
means
?
MALCOLM
’Tis
called
the
evil
:
A
most
miraculous
work
in
this
good
king
,
Which
often
since
my
here-remain
in
England
I
have
seen
him
do
.
How
he
solicits
heaven
Himself
best
knows
,
but
strangely
visited
people
All
swoll’n
and
ulcerous
,
pitiful
to
the
eye
,
The
mere
despair
of
surgery
,
he
cures
,
Hanging
a
golden
stamp
about
their
necks
,
Put
on
with
holy
prayers
;
and
,
’tis
spoken
,
To
the
succeeding
royalty
he
leaves
The
healing
benediction
.
With
this
strange
virtue
,
He
hath
a
heavenly
gift
of
prophecy
,
And
sundry
blessings
hang
about
his
throne
That
speak
him
full
of
grace
.
Enter
Ross
.
MACDUFF
See
who
comes
here
.
MALCOLM
My
countryman
,
but
yet
I
know
him
not
.
MACDUFF
My
ever-gentle
cousin
,
welcome
hither
.
MALCOLM
I
know
him
now
.
—
Good
God
betimes
remove
The
means
that
makes
us
strangers
!
MACDUFF
Stands
Scotland
where
it
did
?
ROSS
Alas
,
poor
country
,
Almost
afraid
to
know
itself
.
It
cannot
Be
called
our
mother
,
but
our
grave
,
where
nothing
But
who
knows
nothing
is
once
seen
to
smile
;
Where
sighs
and
groans
and
shrieks
that
rent
the
air
Are
made
,
not
marked
;
where
violent
sorrow
seems
A
modern
ecstasy
.
The
dead
man’s
knell
Is
there
scarce
asked
for
who
,
and
good
men’s
lives
Expire
before
the
flowers
in
their
caps
,
Dying
or
ere
they
sicken
.
MACDUFF
O
relation
too
nice
and
yet
too
true
!
MALCOLM
What’s
the
newest
grief
?
ROSS
That
of
an
hour’s
age
doth
hiss
the
speaker
.
Each
minute
teems
a
new
one
.
MACDUFF
How
does
my
wife
?
MACDUFF
And
all
my
children
?
MACDUFF
The
tyrant
has
not
battered
at
their
peace
?
ROSS
No
,
they
were
well
at
peace
when
I
did
leave
’em
.
MACDUFF
Be
not
a
niggard
of
your
speech
.
How
goes
’t
?
ROSS
When
I
came
hither
to
transport
the
tidings
Which
I
have
heavily
borne
,
there
ran
a
rumor
Of
many
worthy
fellows
that
were
out
;
Which
was
to
my
belief
witnessed
the
rather
For
that
I
saw
the
tyrant’s
power
afoot
.
Now
is
the
time
of
help
.
Your
eye
in
Scotland
Would
create
soldiers
,
make
our
women
fight
To
doff
their
dire
distresses
.
MALCOLM
Be
’t
their
comfort
We
are
coming
thither
.
Gracious
England
hath
Lent
us
good
Siward
and
ten
thousand
men
;
An
older
and
a
better
soldier
none
That
Christendom
gives
out
.
ROSS
Would
I
could
answer
This
comfort
with
the
like
.
But
I
have
words
That
would
be
howled
out
in
the
desert
air
,
Where
hearing
should
not
latch
them
.
MACDUFF
What
concern
they
—
The
general
cause
,
or
is
it
a
fee-grief
Due
to
some
single
breast
?
ROSS
No
mind
that’s
honest
But
in
it
shares
some
woe
,
though
the
main
part
Pertains
to
you
alone
.
MACDUFF
If
it
be
mine
,
Keep
it
not
from
me
.
Quickly
let
me
have
it
.
ROSS
Let
not
your
ears
despise
my
tongue
forever
,
Which
shall
possess
them
with
the
heaviest
sound
That
ever
yet
they
heard
.
MACDUFF
Hum
!
I
guess
at
it
.
ROSS
Your
castle
is
surprised
,
your
wife
and
babes
Savagely
slaughtered
.
To
relate
the
manner
Were
on
the
quarry
of
these
murdered
deer
To
add
the
death
of
you
.
MALCOLM
Merciful
heaven
!
—
What
,
man
,
ne’er
pull
your
hat
upon
your
brows
.
Give
sorrow
words
.
The
grief
that
does
not
speak
Whispers
the
o’erfraught
heart
and
bids
it
break
.
MACDUFF
My
children
too
?
ROSS
Wife
,
children
,
servants
,
all
that
could
be
found
.
MACDUFF
And
I
must
be
from
thence
?
My
wife
killed
too
?
MALCOLM
Be
comforted
.
Let’s
make
us
med’cines
of
our
great
revenge
To
cure
this
deadly
grief
.
MACDUFF
He
has
no
children
.
All
my
pretty
ones
?
Did
you
say
“
all
”
?
O
hell-kite
!
All
?
What
,
all
my
pretty
chickens
and
their
dam
At
one
fell
swoop
?
MALCOLM
Dispute
it
like
a
man
.
MACDUFF
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
heaven
look
on
And
would
not
take
their
part
?
Sinful
Macduff
,
They
were
all
struck
for
thee
!
Naught
that
I
am
,
Not
for
their
own
demerits
,
but
for
mine
,
Fell
slaughter
on
their
souls
.
Heaven
rest
them
now
.
MALCOLM
Be
this
the
whetstone
of
your
sword
.
Let
grief
Convert
to
anger
.
Blunt
not
the
heart
;
enrage
it
.
MACDUFF
O
,
I
could
play
the
woman
with
mine
eyes
And
braggart
with
my
tongue
!
But
,
gentle
heavens
,
Cut
short
all
intermission
!
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
.
MALCOLM
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
.
They
exit
.