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Macbeth

Macbeth

William Shakespeare (c. 1606)

  • Three Witches, the Weïrd Sisters
  • Duncan king of Scotland
  • Malcolm his elder son
  • Donalbain Duncan’s younger son
  • Macbeth thane of Glamis
  • Lady Macbeth
  • Seyton attendant to Macbeth
  • Three Murderers in Macbeth’s service
  • both attending upon Lady Macbeth

  • A Doctor
  • A Gentlewoman
  • A Porter
  • Banquo commander, with Macbeth, of Duncan’s army
  • Fleance his son
  • Macduff a Scottish noble
  • Lady Macduff
  • Their son
  • Scottish Nobles

  • Lennox
  • Ross
  • Angus
  • Menteith
  • Caithness
  • Siward commander of the English forces
  • Young Siward Siward’s son
  • A Captain in Duncan’s army
  • An Old Man
  • A Doctor at the English court
  • Hecate
  • Apparitions: an Armed Head, a Bloody Child, a Crowned Child,and eight nonspeaking kings
  • Three Messengers, Three Servants, a Lord, a Soldier

    Attendants, a Sewer, Servants, Lords, Thanes, Soldiers (all nonspeaking)

ACT 1

Scene 1

Thunder
and Lightning . Enter three Witches .
FIRST WITCH
When shall we three meet again ?
In thunder , lightning , or in rain ?
SECOND WITCH
When the hurly-burly’s done ,
When the battle’s lost and won .
THIRD WITCH
That will be ere the set of sun .
FIRST WITCH
Where the place ?
SECOND WITCH
Upon the heath .
THIRD WITCH
There to meet with Macbeth .
FIRST WITCH

I come , Graymalkin .

SECOND WITCH

Paddock calls .

THIRD WITCH

Anon .

ALL
Fair is foul , and foul is fair ;
Hover through the fog and filthy air .
They exit .

Scene 2

Alarum within .
Enter King Duncan , Malcolm , Donalbain , Lennox , with Attendants , meeting a bleeding Captain .
DUNCAN
What bloody man is that ? He can report ,
As seemeth by his plight , of the revolt
The newest state .
MALCOLM
This is the sergeant
Who , like a good and hardy soldier , fought
’Gainst my captivity . — Hail , brave friend !
Say to the King the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it .
CAPTAIN
Doubtful it stood ,
As two spent swimmers that do cling together
And choke their art . The merciless Macdonwald
( Worthy to be a rebel , for to that
The multiplying villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him ) from the Western Isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied ;
And Fortune , on his damnèd quarrel smiling ,
Showed like a rebel’s whore . But all’s too weak ;
For brave Macbeth ( well he deserves that name ) ,
Disdaining Fortune , with his brandished steel ,
Which smoked with bloody execution ,
Like Valor’s minion , carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave ;
Which ne’er shook hands , nor bade farewell to him ,
Till he unseamed him from the nave to th’ chops ,
And fixed his head upon our battlements .
DUNCAN
O valiant cousin , worthy gentleman !
CAPTAIN
As whence the sun ’gins his reflection
Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break ,
So from that spring whence comfort seemed to come
Discomfort swells . Mark , King of Scotland , mark :
No sooner justice had , with valor armed ,
Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels ,
But the Norweyan lord , surveying vantage ,
With furbished arms and new supplies of men ,
Began a fresh assault .
DUNCAN
Dismayed not this our captains , Macbeth and Banquo ?
CAPTAIN
Yes , as sparrows eagles , or the hare the lion .
If I say sooth , I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks ,
So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe .
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds
Or memorize another Golgotha ,
I cannot tell —
But I am faint . My gashes cry for help .
DUNCAN
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds :
They smack of honor both . — Go , get him surgeons .
The Captain is led off by Attendants .
Enter Ross and Angus .
Who comes here ?
MALCOLM
The worthy Thane of Ross .
LENNOX
What a haste looks through his eyes !
So should he look that seems to speak things strange .
ROSS
God save the King .
DUNCAN
Whence cam’st thou , worthy thane ?
ROSS
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 , began a dismal conflict ,
Till that Bellona’s bridegroom , lapped 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 .
DUNCAN
Great happiness !
ROSS
That now Sweno ,
The Norways’ king , craves composition .
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursèd at Saint Colme’s Inch
Ten thousand dollars to our general use .
DUNCAN
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest . Go , pronounce his present death ,
And with his former title greet Macbeth .
ROSS
I’ll see it done .
DUNCAN
What he hath lost , noble Macbeth hath won .
They exit .

Scene 3

Thunder .
Enter the three Witches .
FIRST WITCH
Where hast thou been , sister ?
SECOND WITCH
Killing swine .
THIRD WITCH
Sister , where thou ?
FIRST WITCH
A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap
And munched and munched and munched . “ Give me , ” quoth I .
“ Aroint thee , witch , ” the rump-fed runnion cries .
Her husband’s to Aleppo gone , master o’ th’ 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 .
SECOND WITCH
I’ll give thee a wind .
FIRST WITCH
Th’ art kind .
THIRD WITCH
And I another .
FIRST WITCH
I myself have all the other ,
And the very ports they blow ;
All the quarters that they know
I’ th’ shipman’s card .
I’ll drain him dry as hay .
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his penthouse lid .
He shall live a man forbid .
Weary sev’nnights , nine times nine ,
Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine .
Though his bark cannot be lost ,
Yet it shall be tempest-tossed .
Look what I have .
SECOND WITCH

Show me , show me .

FIRST WITCH
Here I have a pilot’s thumb ,
Wracked as homeward he did come .
Drum within .
THIRD WITCH
A drum , a drum !
Macbeth doth come .
ALL
, dancing in a circle
The Weïrd Sisters , hand in hand ,
Posters of the sea and land ,
Thus do go about , about ,
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
And thrice again , to make up nine .
Peace , the charm’s wound up .
Enter Macbeth and Banquo .
MACBETH
So foul and fair a day I have not seen .
BANQUO
How far is ’t called to Forres ? — What are these ,
So withered , and so wild in their attire ,
That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ th’ Earth
And yet are on ’t ? — 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 .
MACBETH
Speak if you can . What are you ?
FIRST WITCH
All hail , Macbeth ! Hail to thee , Thane of Glamis !
SECOND WITCH
All hail , Macbeth ! Hail to thee , Thane of Cawdor !
THIRD WITCH
All hail , Macbeth , that shalt be king hereafter !
BANQUO
Good sir , why do you start and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair ? — I’ th’ name of truth ,
Are you fantastical , or that indeed
Which outwardly you 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 fear
Your favors nor your hate .
FIRST WITCH

Hail !

SECOND WITCH

Hail !

THIRD WITCH

Hail !

FIRST WITCH
Lesser than Macbeth and greater .
SECOND WITCH
Not so happy , yet much happier .
THIRD WITCH
Thou shalt get kings , though thou be none .
So all hail , Macbeth and Banquo !
FIRST WITCH
Banquo and Macbeth , all hail !
MACBETH
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 or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting . Speak , I charge you .
Witches vanish .
BANQUO
The earth hath bubbles , as the water has ,
And these are of them . Whither are they vanished ?
MACBETH
Into the air , and what seemed corporal melted ,
As breath into the wind . Would they had stayed !
BANQUO
Were such things here as we do speak about ?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner ?
MACBETH
Your children shall be kings .
BANQUO
You shall be king .
MACBETH
And Thane of Cawdor too . Went it not so ?
BANQUO
To th’ selfsame tune and words . — Who’s here ?
Enter Ross and Angus .
ROSS
The King hath happily received , Macbeth ,
The news of thy success , and , when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight ,
His wonders and his praises do contend
Which should be thine or his . Silenced with that ,
In viewing o’er the rest o’ th’ selfsame day
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks ,
Nothing 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 defense ,
And poured them down before him .
ANGUS
We are sent
To give thee from our royal master thanks ,
Only to herald thee into his sight ,
Not pay thee .
ROSS
And for an earnest of a greater honor ,
He bade me , from him , call thee Thane of Cawdor ,
In which addition , hail , most worthy thane ,
For it is thine .
BANQUO
What , can the devil speak true ?
MACBETH
The Thane of Cawdor lives . Why do you dress me
In borrowed robes ?
ANGUS
Who was the Thane lives yet ,
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was combined
With those of Norway , or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage , or that with both
He labored in his country’s wrack , I know not ;
But treasons capital , confessed and proved ,
Have overthrown him .
MACBETH
, aside
Glamis and Thane of Cawdor !
The greatest is behind .
To Ross and Angus .
Thanks for your pains .
Aside to Banquo .
Do you not hope your children shall be kings ,
When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
Promised no less to them ?
BANQUO
That , trusted home ,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown ,
Besides the Thane of Cawdor . But ’tis strange .
And oftentimes , to win us to our harm ,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths ,
Win us with honest trifles , to betray ’s
In deepest consequence . —
Cousins , a word , I pray you .
They step aside .
MACBETH
, aside
Two truths are told
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme . — I thank you , gentlemen .
Aside .
This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill , cannot be good . If ill ,
Why hath it given me earnest of success
Commencing in a truth ? I am Thane of Cawdor .
If good , why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs
Against the use of nature ? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings .
My thought , whose murder yet is but fantastical ,
Shakes so my single state of man
That function is smothered in surmise ,
And nothing is but what is not .
BANQUO
Look how our partner’s rapt .
MACBETH
, aside
If chance will have me king , why , chance may crown me
Without my stir .
BANQUO
New honors come upon him ,
Like our strange garments , cleave not to their mold
But with the aid of use .
MACBETH
, aside
Come what come may ,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day .
BANQUO
Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure .
MACBETH
Give me your favor . My dull brain was wrought
With things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your pains
Are registered where every day I turn
The leaf to read them . Let us toward the King .
Aside to Banquo .
Think upon what hath chanced , and at more time ,
The interim having weighed it , let us speak
Our free hearts each to other .
BANQUO
Very gladly .
MACBETH
Till then , enough . — Come , friends .
They exit .

Scene 4

Flourish .
Enter King Duncan , Lennox , Malcolm , Donalbain , and Attendants .
DUNCAN
Is execution done on Cawdor ? Are not
Those in commission yet returned ?
MALCOLM
My liege ,
They are not yet come back . But I have spoke
With one that saw him die , who did report
That very frankly he confessed his treasons ,
Implored your Highness’ pardon , and set forth
A deep repentance . Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it . He died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed
As ’twere a careless trifle .
DUNCAN
There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face .
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust .
Enter Macbeth , Banquo , Ross , and Angus .
O worthiest cousin ,
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me . Thou art so far before
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee . Would thou hadst less deserved ,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine ! Only I have left to say ,
More is thy due than more than all can pay .
MACBETH
The service and the loyalty I owe
In doing it pays itself . Your Highness’ part
Is to receive our duties , and our duties
Are to your throne and state children and servants ,
Which do but what they should by doing everything
Safe toward your love and honor .
DUNCAN
Welcome hither .
I have begun to plant thee and will labor
To make thee full of growing . — Noble Banquo ,
That hast no less deserved nor must be known
No less to have done so , let me enfold thee
And hold thee to my heart .
BANQUO
There , if I grow ,
The harvest is your own .
DUNCAN
My plenteous joys ,
Wanton in fullness , seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow . — Sons , kinsmen , thanes ,
And you whose places are the nearest , know
We will establish our estate upon
Our eldest , Malcolm , whom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland ; which honor must
Not unaccompanied invest him only ,
But signs of nobleness , like stars , shall shine
On all deservers . — From hence to Inverness
And bind us further to you .
MACBETH
The rest is labor which is not used for you .
I’ll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach .
So humbly take my leave .
DUNCAN
My worthy Cawdor .
MACBETH
, aside
The Prince of Cumberland ! That is a step
On which I must fall down or else o’erleap ,
For in my way it lies . Stars , hide your fires ;
Let not light see my black and deep desires .
The eye wink at the hand , yet let that be
Which the eye fears , when it is done , to see .
He exits .
DUNCAN
True , worthy Banquo . He is full so valiant ,
And in his commendations I am fed :
It is a banquet to me . — Let’s after him ,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome .
It is a peerless kinsman .
Flourish .
They exit .

Scene 5

Enter Macbeth’s Wife , alone , with a letter .
LADY MACBETH
, reading the letter
They met me in the day of success , and I have learned by the perfect’st report they have more in them than mortal knowledge . When I burned in desire to question them further , they made themselves air , into which they vanished . Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came missives from the King , who all-hailed me “ Thane of Cawdor , ” by which title , before , these Weïrd Sisters saluted me and referred me to the coming on of time with “ Hail , king that shalt be . ” This have I thought good to deliver thee , my dearest partner of greatness , that thou might’st not lose the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee . Lay it to thy heart , and farewell .
Glamis thou art , and Cawdor , and shalt be
What thou art promised . Yet do I fear thy nature ;
It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way . Thou wouldst be great ,
Art not without ambition , but without
The illness should attend it . What thou wouldst highly ,
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 my spirits in thine ear
And chastise with the valor of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round ,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crowned withal .
Enter Messenger .
What is your tidings ?
MESSENGER
The King comes here tonight .
LADY MACBETH
Thou ’rt mad to say it .
Is not thy master with him , who , were ’t so ,
Would have informed for preparation ?
MESSENGER
So please you , it is true . Our thane is coming .
One of my fellows had the speed of him ,
Who , almost dead for breath , had scarcely more
Than would make up his message .
LADY MACBETH
Give him tending .
He brings great news .
Messenger exits .
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements . 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 th’ access and passage to remorse ,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose , nor keep peace between
Th’ effect and it . 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 ! ”
Enter Macbeth .
Great Glamis , worthy Cawdor ,
Greater than both by the all-hail hereafter !
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present , and I feel now
The future in the instant .
MACBETH
My dearest love ,
Duncan comes here tonight .
LADY MACBETH
And when goes hence ?
MACBETH
Tomorrow , as he purposes .
LADY MACBETH
O , never
Shall sun that morrow see !
Your face , my thane , is as a book where men
May read strange matters . To beguile the time ,
Look like the time . Bear welcome in your eye ,
Your hand , your tongue . Look like th’ innocent flower ,
But be the serpent under ’t . He that’s coming
Must be provided for ; and you shall put
This night’s great business into my dispatch ,
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom .
MACBETH
We will speak further .
LADY MACBETH
Only look up clear .
To alter favor ever is to fear .
Leave all the rest to me .
They exit .

Scene 6

Hautboys
and Torches . Enter King Duncan , Malcolm , Donalbain , Banquo , Lennox , Macduff , Ross , Angus , and Attendants .
DUNCAN
This castle hath a pleasant seat . The air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses .
BANQUO
This guest of summer ,
The temple-haunting martlet , does approve ,
By his loved mansionry , that the heaven’s breath
Smells wooingly here . No jutty , frieze ,
Buttress , nor coign of vantage , but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle .
Where they most breed and haunt , I have observed ,
The air is delicate .
Enter Lady Macbeth .
DUNCAN
See , see our honored 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 ’ild us for your pains
And thank us for your trouble .
LADY MACBETH
All our service ,
In every point twice done and then done double ,
Were poor and single business to contend
Against those honors deep and broad wherewith
Your Majesty loads our house . For those of old ,
And the late dignities heaped up to them ,
We rest your hermits .
DUNCAN
Where’s the Thane of Cawdor ?
We coursed 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 helped him
To his home before us . Fair and noble hostess ,
We are your guest tonight .
LADY MACBETH
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 .
DUNCAN
Give me your hand .
Taking her hand .
Conduct me to mine host . We love him highly
And shall continue our graces towards him .
By your leave , hostess .
They exit .

Scene 7

Hautboys .
Torches . Enter a Sewer and divers Servants with dishes and service over the stage .
Then enter Macbeth .
MACBETH
If it were done when ’tis done , then ’twere well
It were done quickly . If th’ assassination
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 th’ inventor . This even-handed justice
Commends th’ ingredience of our poisoned 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 , trumpet-tongued , against
The deep damnation of his taking-off ;
And pity , like a naked newborn babe
Striding the blast , or heaven’s cherubin horsed
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 prick the sides of my intent , but only
Vaulting ambition , which o’erleaps itself
And falls on th’ other —
Enter Lady Macbeth .
How now , what news ?
LADY MACBETH
He has almost supped . Why have you left the chamber ?
MACBETH
Hath he asked for me ?
LADY MACBETH
Know you not he has ?
MACBETH
We will proceed no further in this business .
He hath honored 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 MACBETH
Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dressed yourself ? Hath it slept since ?
And wakes it now , to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely ? From this time
Such I account thy love . Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valor
As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life
And live a coward in thine own esteem ,
Letting “ I dare not ” wait upon “ I would , ”
Like the poor cat i’ th’ adage ?
MACBETH
Prithee , peace .
I dare do all that may become a man .
Who dares do more is none .
LADY MACBETH
What beast was ’t , then ,
That made you break this enterprise to me ?
When you durst do it , then you were a man ;
And to be more than what you were , you would
Be so much more the man . Nor time nor place
Did then adhere , and yet you would make both .
They have made themselves , and that their fitness now
Does unmake you . I have given suck , and know
How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me .
I would , while it was smiling in my face ,
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums
And dashed the brains out , had I so sworn as you
Have done to this .
MACBETH
If we should fail —
LADY MACBETH
We fail ?
But screw your courage to the sticking place
And we’ll not fail . When Duncan is asleep
( Whereto the rather shall his day’s hard journey
Soundly invite him ) , his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassail 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 drenchèd natures lies as in a death ,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th’ unguarded Duncan ? What not put upon
His spongy officers , who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell ?
MACBETH
Bring forth men-children only ,
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males . Will it not be received ,
When we have marked with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber and used their very daggers ,
That they have done ’t ?
LADY MACBETH
Who dares receive it other ,
As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
Upon his death ?
MACBETH
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 .
They exit .

ACT 2

Scene 1

Enter Banquo , and Fleance with a torch before him .
BANQUO

How goes the night , boy ?

FLEANCE
The moon is down . I have not heard the clock .
BANQUO

And she goes down at twelve .

FLEANCE

I take ’t ’tis later , sir .

BANQUO
Hold , take my sword .
He gives his sword to Fleance .
There’s husbandry in heaven ;
Their candles are all out . Take thee that too .
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me ,
And yet I would not sleep . Merciful powers ,
Restrain in me the cursèd thoughts that nature
Gives way to in repose .
Enter Macbeth , and a Servant with a torch .
Give me my sword . — Who’s there ?
MACBETH
A friend .
BANQUO
What , sir , not yet at rest ? The King’s abed .
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 .
He gives Macbeth a jewel .
MACBETH
Being unprepared ,
Our will became the servant to defect ,
Which else should free have wrought .
BANQUO
All’s well .
I dreamt last night of the three Weïrd Sisters .
To you they have showed some truth .
MACBETH
I think not of them .
Yet , when we can entreat an hour to serve ,
We would spend it in some words upon that business ,
If you would grant the time .
BANQUO
At your kind’st leisure .
MACBETH
If you shall cleave to my consent , when ’tis ,
It shall make honor for you .
BANQUO
So I lose none
In seeking to augment it , but still keep
My bosom franchised and allegiance clear ,
I shall be counseled .
MACBETH
Good repose the while .
BANQUO
Thanks , sir . The like to you .
Banquo and Fleance exit .
MACBETH
Go bid thy mistress , when my drink is ready ,
She strike upon the bell . Get thee to bed .
Servant exits .
Is this a dagger which I see before me ,
The handle toward my hand ? Come , let me clutch thee .
I have thee not , and yet I see thee still .
Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible
To feeling as to sight ? Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind , a false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain ?
I see thee yet , in form as palpable
As this which now I draw .
He draws his dagger .
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’ th’ 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 curtained sleep . Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate’s off’rings , and withered murder ,
Alarumed 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 whereabouts
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 .
A 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 .
He exits .

Scene 2

Enter Lady Macbeth .
LADY MACBETH
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold .
What hath quenched them hath given me fire . Hark ! — Peace .
It was the owl that shrieked , the fatal bellman ,
Which gives the stern’st good-night . He is about it .
The doors are open , and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores . I have drugged their possets ,
That death and nature do contend about them
Whether they live or die .
MACBETH
, within
Who’s there ? what , ho !
LADY MACBETH
Alack , I am afraid they have awaked ,
And ’tis not done . Th’ attempt and not the deed
Confounds us . Hark ! — I laid their daggers ready ;
He could not miss ’em . Had he not resembled
My father as he slept , I had done ’t .
Enter Macbeth with bloody daggers .
My husband ?
MACBETH
I have done the deed . Didst thou not hear a noise ?
LADY MACBETH
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry .
Did not you speak ?
MACBETH
When ?
LADY MACBETH
Now .
MACBETH
As I descended ?
LADY MACBETH
Ay .
MACBETH
Hark ! — Who lies i’ th’ second chamber ?
LADY MACBETH
Donalbain .
MACBETH
This is a sorry sight .
LADY MACBETH
A foolish thought , to say a sorry sight .
MACBETH
There’s one did laugh in ’s sleep , and one cried “ Murder ! ”
That they did wake each other . I stood and heard them .
But they did say their prayers and addressed them
Again to sleep .
LADY MACBETH
There are two lodged together .
MACBETH
One cried “ God bless us ” and “ Amen ” the other ,
As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands ,
List’ning their fear . I could not say “ Amen ”
When they did say “ God bless us . ”
LADY MACBETH
Consider it not so deeply .
MACBETH
But wherefore could not I pronounce “ Amen ” ?
I had most need of blessing , and “ Amen ”
Stuck in my throat .
LADY MACBETH
These deeds must not be thought
After these ways ; so , it will make us mad .
MACBETH
Methought I heard a voice cry “ Sleep no more !
Macbeth does murder sleep ” — the innocent sleep ,
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care ,
The death of each day’s life , sore labor’s bath ,
Balm of hurt minds , great nature’s second course ,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast .
LADY MACBETH
What do you mean ?
MACBETH
Still it cried “ Sleep no more ! ” to all the house .
“ Glamis hath murdered sleep , and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more . Macbeth shall sleep no more . ”
LADY MACBETH
Who was it that thus cried ? 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 ?
They must lie there . Go , carry them and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood .
MACBETH
I’ll go no more .
I am afraid to think what I have done .
Look on ’t again I dare not .
LADY MACBETH
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 .
She exits with the daggers .
Knock within .
MACBETH
Whence is that knocking ?
How is ’t with me when every noise appalls 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 incarnadine ,
Making the green one red .
Enter Lady Macbeth .
LADY MACBETH
My hands are of your color , but I shame
To wear a heart so white .
Knock .
I hear a knocking
At the south entry . Retire we to our chamber .
A little water clears us of this deed .
How easy is it , then ! Your constancy
Hath left you unattended .
Knock .
Hark , more knocking .
Get on your nightgown , lest occasion call us
And show us to be watchers . Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts .
MACBETH
To know my deed ’twere best not know myself .
Knock .
Wake Duncan with thy knocking . I would thou couldst .
They exit .

Scene 3

Knocking within .
Enter a Porter .
PORTER

Here’s a knocking indeed ! If a man were porter of hell gate , he should have old turning the key .
( Knock . )
Knock , knock , knock ! Who’s there , i’ th’ name of Beelzebub ? Here’s a farmer that hanged himself on th’ expectation of plenty . Come in time ! Have napkins enough about you ; here you’ll sweat for ’t .
( Knock . )
Knock , knock ! Who’s there , in th’ other devil’s name ? Faith , here’s an equivocator that could swear in both the scales against either scale , who committed treason enough for God’s sake yet could not equivocate to heaven . O , come in , equivocator .
( Knock . )
Knock , knock , knock ! Who’s there ? Faith , here’s an English tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose . Come in , tailor . Here you may roast your goose .
( Knock . )
Knock , knock ! Never at quiet . — What are you ? — But this place is too cold for hell . I’ll devil-porter it no further . I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to th’ everlasting bonfire .

( Knock . )

Anon , anon !

The Porter opens the door
to Macduff and Lennox .

I pray you , remember the porter .

MACDUFF
Was it so late , friend , ere you went to bed
That you do lie so late ?
PORTER

Faith , sir , we were carousing till the second cock , and drink , sir , is a great provoker of three things .

MACDUFF

What three things does drink especially provoke ?

PORTER

Marry , sir , nose-painting , sleep , and urine . Lechery , sir , it provokes and unprovokes . It provokes the desire , but it takes away the performance . Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery . It makes him , and it mars him ; it sets him on , and it takes him off ; it persuades him and disheartens him ; makes him stand to and not stand to ; in conclusion , equivocates him in a sleep and , giving him the lie , leaves him .

MACDUFF

I believe drink gave thee the lie last night .

PORTER

That it did , sir , i’ th’ very throat on me ; but I requited him for his lie , and , I think , being too strong for him , though he took up my legs sometime , yet I made a shift to cast him .

MACDUFF
Is thy master stirring ?
Enter Macbeth .
Our knocking has awaked him . Here he comes .
Porter exits .
LENNOX
Good morrow , noble sir .
MACBETH
Good morrow , both .
MACDUFF
Is the King stirring , worthy thane ?
MACBETH
Not yet .
MACDUFF
He did command me to call timely on him .
I have almost slipped the hour .
MACBETH
I’ll bring you to him .
MACDUFF
I know this is a joyful trouble to you ,
But yet ’tis one .
MACBETH
The labor we delight in physics pain .
This is the door .
MACDUFF
I’ll make so bold to call ,
For ’tis my limited service .
Macduff exits .
LENNOX
Goes the King hence today ?
MACBETH
He does . He did appoint so .
LENNOX
The night has been unruly . Where we lay ,
Our chimneys were blown down and , as they say ,
Lamentings heard i’ th’ air , strange screams of death ,
And prophesying , with accents terrible ,
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatched to th’ woeful time . The obscure bird
Clamored the livelong night . Some say the Earth
Was feverous and did shake .
MACBETH
’Twas a rough night .
LENNOX
My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it .
Enter Macduff .
MACDUFF
O horror , horror , horror !
Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee !
MACBETH AND LENNOX
What’s the matter ?
MACDUFF
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece .
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord’s anointed temple and stole thence
The life o’ th’ building .
MACBETH
What is ’t you say ? The life ?
LENNOX
Mean you his Majesty ?
MACDUFF
Approach the chamber and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon . Do not bid me speak .
See and then speak yourselves .
Macbeth and Lennox exit .
Awake , awake !
Ring the alarum bell . — Murder and treason !
Banquo and Donalbain , Malcolm , awake !
Shake off this downy sleep , death’s counterfeit ,
And look on death itself . Up , up , and see
The great doom’s image . Malcolm , Banquo ,
As from your graves rise up and walk like sprites
To countenance this horror . — Ring the bell .
Bell rings .
Enter Lady Macbeth .
LADY MACBETH
What’s the business ,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house ? Speak , speak !
MACDUFF
O gentle lady ,
’Tis not for you to hear what I can speak .
The repetition in a woman’s ear
Would murder as it fell .
Enter Banquo .
O Banquo , Banquo ,
Our royal master’s murdered .
LADY MACBETH
Woe , alas !
What , in our house ?
BANQUO
Too cruel anywhere . —
Dear Duff , I prithee , contradict thyself
And say it is not so .
Enter Macbeth , Lennox , and Ross .
MACBETH
Had I but died an hour before this chance ,
I had lived a blessèd time ; for from this instant
There’s nothing serious in mortality .
All is but toys . Renown and grace is dead .
The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of .
Enter Malcolm and Donalbain .
DONALBAIN
What is amiss ?
MACBETH
You are , and do not know ’t .
The spring , the head , the fountain of your blood
Is stopped ; the very source of it is stopped .
MACDUFF
Your royal father’s murdered .
MALCOLM
O , by whom ?
LENNOX
Those of his chamber , as it seemed , had done ’t .
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood .
So were their daggers , which unwiped we found
Upon their pillows . They stared and were distracted .
No man’s life was to be trusted with them .
MACBETH
O , yet I do repent me of my fury ,
That I did kill them .
MACDUFF
Wherefore did you so ?
MACBETH
Who can be wise , amazed , temp’rate , and furious ,
Loyal , and neutral , in a moment ? No man .
Th’ expedition of my violent love
Outrun the pauser , reason . Here lay Duncan ,
His silver skin laced with his golden blood ,
And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature
For ruin’s wasteful entrance ; there the murderers ,
Steeped in the colors of their trade , their daggers
Unmannerly breeched with gore . Who could refrain
That had a heart to love , and in that heart
Courage to make ’s love known ?
LADY MACBETH
Help me hence , ho !
MACDUFF
Look to the lady .
MALCOLM
, aside to Donalbain
Why do we hold our tongues ,
That most may claim this argument for ours ?
DONALBAIN
, aside to Malcolm
What should be spoken here , where our fate ,
Hid in an auger hole , may rush and seize us ?
Let’s away . Our tears are not yet brewed .
MALCOLM
, aside to Donalbain
Nor our strong sorrow upon the foot of motion .
BANQUO
Look to the lady .
Lady Macbeth is assisted to leave .
And when we have our naked frailties hid ,
That suffer in exposure , let us meet
And question this most bloody piece of work
To know it further . Fears and scruples shake us .
In the great hand of God I stand , and thence
Against the undivulged pretense I fight
Of treasonous malice .
MACDUFF
And so do I .
ALL
So all .
MACBETH
Let’s briefly put on manly readiness
And meet i’ th’ hall together .
ALL
Well contented .
All but Malcolm and Donalbain exit .
MALCOLM
What will you do ? Let’s not consort with them .
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy . I’ll to England .
DONALBAIN
To Ireland I . Our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer . Where we are ,
There’s daggers in men’s smiles . The near in blood ,
The nearer bloody .
MALCOLM
This murderous shaft that’s shot
Hath not yet lighted , and our safest way
Is to avoid the aim . Therefore to horse ,
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking
But shift away . There’s warrant in that theft
Which steals itself when there’s no mercy left .
They exit .

Scene 4

Enter Ross with an Old Man .
OLD MAN
Threescore and ten I can remember well ,
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange , but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings .
ROSS
Ha , good father ,
Thou seest the heavens , as troubled with man’s act ,
Threatens his bloody stage . By th’ clock ’tis day ,
And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp .
Is ’t night’s predominance or the day’s shame
That darkness does the face of earth entomb
When living light should kiss it ?
OLD MAN
’Tis unnatural ,
Even like the deed that’s done . On Tuesday last
A falcon , tow’ring in her pride of place ,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed .
ROSS
And Duncan’s horses ( a thing most strange and certain ) ,
Beauteous and swift , the minions of their race ,
Turned wild in nature , broke their stalls , flung out ,
Contending ’gainst obedience , as they would
Make war with mankind .
OLD MAN
’Tis said they eat each other .
ROSS
They did so , to th’ amazement of mine eyes
That looked upon ’t .
Enter Macduff .
Here comes the good Macduff . —
How goes the world , sir , now ?
MACDUFF
Why , see you not ?
ROSS
Is ’t known who did this more than bloody deed ?
MACDUFF
Those that Macbeth hath slain .
ROSS
Alas the day ,
What good could they pretend ?
MACDUFF
They were suborned .
Malcolm and Donalbain , the King’s two sons ,
Are stol’n away and fled , which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed .
ROSS
’Gainst nature still !
Thriftless ambition , that will ravin up
Thine own lives’ means . Then ’tis most like
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth .
MACDUFF
He is already named and gone to Scone
To be invested .
ROSS
Where is Duncan’s body ?
MACDUFF
Carried to Colmekill ,
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors
And guardian of their bones .
ROSS
Will you to Scone ?
MACDUFF
No , cousin , I’ll to Fife .
ROSS
Well , I will thither .
MACDUFF
Well , may you see things well done there . Adieu ,
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new .
ROSS
Farewell , father .
OLD MAN
God’s benison go with you and with those
That would make good of bad and friends of foes .
All exit .

ACT 3

Scene 1

Enter Banquo .
BANQUO
Thou hast it now — king , Cawdor , Glamis , all
As the Weïrd Women promised , and I fear
Thou played’st most foully for ’t . Yet it was said
It should not stand in thy posterity ,
But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings . If there come truth from them
( As upon thee , Macbeth , their speeches shine )
Why , by the verities on thee made good ,
May they not be my oracles as well ,
And set me up in hope ? But hush , no more .
Sennet sounded .
Enter Macbeth as King , Lady Macbeth , Lennox , Ross , Lords , and Attendants .
MACBETH
Here’s our chief guest .
LADY MACBETH
If he had been forgotten ,
It had been as a gap in our great feast
And all-thing unbecoming .
MACBETH
Tonight we hold a solemn supper , sir ,
And I’ll request your presence .
BANQUO
Let your Highness
Command upon me , to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
Forever knit .
MACBETH
Ride you this afternoon ?
BANQUO
Ay , my good lord .
MACBETH
We should have else desired your good advice
( Which still hath been both grave and prosperous )
In this day’s council , but we’ll take tomorrow .
Is ’t far you ride ?
BANQUO
As far , my lord , as will fill up the time
’Twixt this and supper . Go not my horse the better ,
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain .
MACBETH
Fail not our feast .
BANQUO
My lord , I will not .
MACBETH
We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed
In England and in Ireland , not confessing
Their cruel parricide , filling their hearers
With strange invention . But of that tomorrow ,
When therewithal we shall have cause of state
Craving us jointly . Hie you to horse . Adieu ,
Till you return at night . Goes Fleance with you ?
BANQUO
Ay , my good lord . Our time does call upon ’s .
MACBETH
I wish your horses swift and sure of foot ,
And so I do commend you to their backs .
Farewell .
Banquo exits .
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night . To make society
The sweeter welcome , we will keep ourself
Till suppertime alone . While then , God be with you .
Lords and all but Macbeth and a Servant exit .
Sirrah , a word with you . Attend those men
Our pleasure ?
SERVANT
They are , my lord , without the palace gate .
MACBETH
Bring them before us .
Servant exits .
To be thus is nothing ,
But to be safely thus . Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep , and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be feared . ’Tis much he dares ,
And to that dauntless temper of his mind
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor
To act in safety . There is none but he
Whose being I do fear ; and under him
My genius is rebuked , as it is said
Mark Antony’s was by Caesar . He chid the sisters
When first they put the name of king upon me
And bade them speak to him . Then , prophet-like ,
They hailed him father to a line of kings .
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
And put a barren scepter in my grip ,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand ,
No son of mine succeeding . If ’t be so ,
For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind ;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered ,
Put rancors in the vessel of my peace
Only for them , and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man
To make them kings , the seeds of Banquo kings .
Rather than so , come fate into the list ,
And champion me to th’ utterance . — Who’s there ?
Enter Servant and two Murderers .
To the Servant .
Now go to the door , and stay there till we call .
Servant exits .
Was it not yesterday we spoke together ?
MURDERERS
It was , so please your Highness .
MACBETH
Well then , now
Have you considered of my speeches ? Know
That it was he , in the times past , which held you
So under fortune , which you thought had been
Our innocent self . This I made good to you
In our last conference , passed in probation with you
How you were borne in hand , how crossed , the instruments ,
Who wrought with them , and all things else that might
To half a soul and to a notion crazed
Say “ Thus did Banquo . ”
FIRST MURDERER
You made it known to us .
MACBETH
I did so , and went further , which is now
Our point of second meeting . Do you find
Your patience so predominant in your nature
That you can let this go ? Are you so gospeled
To pray for this good man and for his issue ,
Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave
And beggared yours forever ?
FIRST MURDERER
We are men , my liege .
MACBETH
Ay , in the catalogue you go for men ,
As hounds and greyhounds , mongrels , spaniels , curs ,
Shoughs , water-rugs , and demi-wolves are clept
All by the name of dogs . The valued file
Distinguishes the swift , the slow , the subtle ,
The housekeeper , the hunter , every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him closed ; whereby he does receive
Particular addition , from the bill
That writes them all alike . And so of men .
Now , if you have a station in the file ,
Not i’ th’ worst rank of manhood , say ’t ,
And I will put that business in your bosoms
Whose execution takes your enemy off ,
Grapples you to the heart and love of us ,
Who wear our health but sickly in his life ,
Which in his death were perfect .
SECOND MURDERER
I am one , my liege ,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Hath so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world .
FIRST MURDERER
And I another
So weary with disasters , tugged with fortune ,
That I would set my life on any chance ,
To mend it or be rid on ’t .
MACBETH
Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy .
MURDERERS
True , my lord .
MACBETH
So is he mine , and in such bloody distance
That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near’st of life . And though I could
With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
And bid my will avouch it , yet I must not ,
For certain friends that are both his and mine ,
Whose loves I may not drop , but wail his fall
Who I myself struck down . And thence it is
That I to your assistance do make love ,
Masking the business from the common eye
For sundry weighty reasons .
SECOND MURDERER
We shall , my lord ,
Perform what you command us .
FIRST MURDERER
Though our lives —
MACBETH
Your spirits shine through you . Within this hour at most
I will advise you where to plant yourselves ,
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o’ th’ time ,
The moment on ’t , for ’t must be done tonight
And something from the palace ; always thought
That I require a clearness . And with him
( To leave no rubs nor botches in the work )
Fleance , his son , that keeps him company ,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father’s , must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour . Resolve yourselves apart .
I’ll come to you anon .
MURDERERS
We are resolved , my lord .
MACBETH
I’ll call upon you straight . Abide within .
Murderers exit .
It is concluded . Banquo , thy soul’s flight ,
If it find heaven , must find it out tonight .
He exits .

Scene 2

Enter Macbeth’s Lady and a Servant .
LADY MACBETH
Is Banquo gone from court ?
SERVANT
Ay , madam , but returns again tonight .
LADY MACBETH
Say to the King I would attend his leisure
For a few words .
SERVANT
Madam , I will .
He exits .
LADY MACBETH
Naught’s had , all’s spent ,
Where our desire is got without content .
’Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy .
Enter Macbeth .
How now , my lord , why do you keep alone ,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making ,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on ? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard . What’s done is done .
MACBETH
We have scorched the snake , not killed it .
She’ll close and be herself whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth .
But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer ,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams
That shake us nightly . Better be with the dead ,
Whom we , to gain our peace , have sent to peace ,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy . Duncan is in his grave .
After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well .
Treason has done his worst ; nor steel nor poison ,
Malice domestic , foreign levy , nothing
Can touch him further .
LADY MACBETH
Come on , gentle my lord ,
Sleek o’er your rugged looks . Be bright and jovial
Among your guests tonight .
MACBETH
So shall I , love ,
And so I pray be you . Let your remembrance
Apply to Banquo ; present him eminence
Both with eye and tongue : unsafe the while that we
Must lave our honors in these flattering streams
And make our faces vizards to our hearts ,
Disguising what they are .
LADY MACBETH
You must leave this .
MACBETH
O , full of scorpions is my mind , dear wife !
Thou know’st that Banquo and his Fleance lives .
LADY MACBETH
But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne .
MACBETH
There’s comfort yet ; they are assailable .
Then be thou jocund . Ere the bat hath flown
His cloistered flight , ere to black Hecate’s summons
The shard-born beetle with his drowsy hums
Hath rung night’s yawning peal , there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note .
LADY MACBETH
What’s to be done ?
MACBETH
Be innocent of the knowledge , dearest chuck ,
Till thou applaud the deed . — Come , seeling night ,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale . Light thickens , and the crow
Makes wing to th’ rooky wood .
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse ,
Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse . —
Thou marvel’st at my words , but hold thee still .
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill .
So prithee go with me .
They exit .

Scene 3

Enter three Murderers .
FIRST MURDERER
But who did bid thee join with us ?
THIRD MURDERER
Macbeth .
SECOND MURDERER
, to the First Murderer
He needs not our mistrust , since he delivers
Our offices and what we have to do
To the direction just .
FIRST MURDERER
Then stand with us . —
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day .
Now spurs the lated traveler apace
To gain the timely inn , and near approaches
The subject of our watch .
THIRD MURDERER
Hark , I hear horses .
BANQUO
, within
Give us a light there , ho !
SECOND MURDERER
Then ’tis he . The rest
That are within the note of expectation
Already are i’ th’ court .
FIRST MURDERER
His horses go about .
THIRD MURDERER
Almost a mile ; but he does usually
( So all men do ) from hence to th’ palace gate
Make it their walk .
Enter Banquo and Fleance , with a torch .
SECOND MURDERER
A light , a light !
THIRD MURDERER
’Tis he .
FIRST MURDERER
Stand to ’t .
BANQUO
, to Fleance
It will be rain tonight .
FIRST MURDERER
Let it come down !
The three Murderers attack .
BANQUO
O treachery ! Fly , good Fleance , fly , fly , fly !
Thou mayst revenge — O slave !
He dies .
Fleance exits .
THIRD MURDERER
Who did strike out the light ?
FIRST MURDERER
Was ’t not the way ?
THIRD MURDERER

There’s but one down . The son is fled .

SECOND MURDERER

We have lost best half of our affair .

FIRST MURDERER
Well , let’s away and say how much is done .
They exit .

Scene 4

Banquet prepared . Enter Macbeth , Lady Macbeth , Ross , Lennox , Lords , and Attendants .
MACBETH
You know your own degrees ; sit down . At first
And last , the hearty welcome .
They sit .
LORDS
Thanks to your Majesty .
MACBETH
Ourself will mingle with society
And play the humble host .
Our hostess keeps her state , but in best time
We will require her welcome .
LADY MACBETH
Pronounce it for me , sir , to all our friends ,
For my heart speaks they are welcome .
Enter First Murderer to the door .
MACBETH
See , they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks .
Both sides are even . Here I’ll sit i’ th’ midst .
Be large in mirth . Anon we’ll drink a measure
The table round .
He approaches the Murderer .
There’s blood upon thy face .
MURDERER
’Tis Banquo’s then .
MACBETH
’Tis better thee without than he within .
Is he dispatched ?
MURDERER
My lord , his throat is cut . That I did for him .
MACBETH
Thou art the best o’ th’ cutthroats ,
Yet he’s good that did the like for Fleance .
If thou didst it , thou art the nonpareil .
MURDERER
Most royal sir , Fleance is ’scaped .
MACBETH
, aside
Then comes my fit again . I had else been perfect ,
Whole as the marble , founded as the rock ,
As broad and general as the casing air .
But now I am cabined , cribbed , confined , bound in
To saucy doubts and fears . — But Banquo’s safe ?
MURDERER
Ay , my good lord . Safe in a ditch he bides ,
With twenty trenchèd gashes on his head ,
The least a death to nature .
MACBETH
Thanks for that .
There the grown serpent lies . The worm that’s fled
Hath nature that in time will venom breed ,
No teeth for th’ present . Get thee gone . Tomorrow
We’ll hear ourselves again .
Murderer exits .
LADY MACBETH
My royal lord ,
You do not give the cheer . The feast is sold
That is not often vouched , while ’tis a-making ,
’Tis given with welcome . To feed were best at home ;
From thence , the sauce to meat is ceremony ;
Meeting were bare without it .
Enter the Ghost of Banquo , and sits in Macbeth’s place .
MACBETH
, to Lady Macbeth
Sweet remembrancer ! —
Now , good digestion wait on appetite
And health on both !
LENNOX
May ’t please your Highness sit .
MACBETH
Here had we now our country’s honor roofed ,
Were the graced person of our Banquo present ,
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Than pity for mischance .
ROSS
His absence , sir ,
Lays blame upon his promise . Please ’t your Highness
To grace us with your royal company ?
MACBETH
The table’s full .
LENNOX
Here is a place reserved , sir .
MACBETH
Where ?
LENNOX
Here , my good lord . What is ’t that moves your Highness ?
MACBETH
Which of you have done this ?
LORDS
What , my good lord ?
MACBETH
, to the Ghost
Thou canst not say I did it . Never shake
Thy gory locks at me .
ROSS
Gentlemen , rise . His Highness is not well .
LADY MACBETH
Sit , worthy friends . My lord is often thus
And hath been from his youth . Pray you , keep seat .
The fit is momentary ; upon a thought
He will again be well . If much you note him
You shall offend him and extend his passion .
Feed and regard him not .
Drawing Macbeth aside .
Are you a man ?
MACBETH
Ay , and a bold one , that dare look on that
Which might appall the devil .
LADY MACBETH
O , proper stuff !
This is the very painting of your fear .
This is the air-drawn dagger which you said
Led you to Duncan . O , these flaws and starts ,
Impostors to true fear , would well become
A woman’s story at a winter’s fire ,
Authorized by her grandam . Shame itself !
Why do you make such faces ? When all’s done ,
You look but on a stool .
MACBETH
Prithee , see there . Behold , look !
To the Ghost .
Lo , how say you ?
Why , what care I ? If thou canst nod , speak too . —
If charnel houses and our graves must send
Those that we bury back , our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites .
Ghost exits .
LADY MACBETH
What , quite unmanned in folly ?
MACBETH
If I stand here , I saw him .
LADY MACBETH
Fie , for shame !
MACBETH
Blood hath been shed ere now , i’ th’ olden time ,
Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal ;
Ay , and since too , murders have been performed
Too terrible for the ear . The time has been
That , when the brains were out , the man would die ,
And there an end . But now they rise again
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns
And push us from our stools . This is more strange
Than such a murder is .
LADY MACBETH
My worthy lord ,
Your noble friends do lack you .
MACBETH
I do forget . —
Do not muse at me , my most worthy friends .
I have a strange infirmity , which is nothing
To those that know me . Come , love and health to all .
Then I’ll sit down . — Give me some wine . Fill full .
Enter Ghost .
I drink to th’ general joy o’ th’ whole table
And to our dear friend Banquo , whom we miss .
Would he were here ! To all , and him we thirst ,
And all to all .
LORDS
Our duties , and the pledge .
They raise their drinking cups .
MACBETH
, to the Ghost
Avaunt , and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee .
Thy bones are marrowless ; thy blood is cold ;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with .
LADY MACBETH
Think of this , good peers ,
But as a thing of custom . ’Tis no other ;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time .
MACBETH
, to the Ghost
What man dare , I dare .
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear ,
The armed rhinoceros , or th’ Hyrcan tiger ;
Take any shape but that , and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble . Or be alive again
And dare me to the desert with thy sword .
If trembling I inhabit then , protest me
The baby of a girl . Hence , horrible shadow !
Unreal mock’ry , hence !
Ghost exits .
Why so , being gone ,
I am a man again . — Pray you sit still .
LADY MACBETH
You have displaced the mirth , broke the good meeting
With most admired disorder .
MACBETH
Can such things be
And overcome us like a summer’s cloud ,
Without our special wonder ? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe
When now I think you can behold such sights
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks
When mine is blanched with fear .
ROSS
What sights , my lord ?
LADY MACBETH
I pray you , speak not . He grows worse and worse .
Question enrages him . At once , good night .
Stand not upon the order of your going ,
But go at once .
LENNOX
Good night , and better health
Attend his Majesty .
LADY MACBETH
A kind good night to all .
Lords and all but Macbeth and Lady Macbeth exit .
MACBETH
It will have blood , they say ; blood will have blood .
Stones have been known to move , and trees to speak .
Augurs and understood relations have
By maggot pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
The secret’st man of blood . — What is the night ?
LADY MACBETH
Almost at odds with morning , which is which .
MACBETH
How say’st thou that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding ?
LADY MACBETH
Did you send to him , sir ?
MACBETH
I hear it by the way ; but I will send .
There’s not a one of them but in his house
I keep a servant fee’d . I will tomorrow
( And betimes I will ) to the Weïrd Sisters .
More shall they speak , for now I am bent to know
By the worst means the worst . For mine own good ,
All causes shall give way . I am in blood
Stepped in so far that , should I wade no more ,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er .
Strange things I have in head that will to hand ,
Which must be acted ere they may be scanned .
LADY MACBETH
You lack the season of all natures , sleep .
MACBETH
Come , we’ll to sleep . My strange and self-abuse
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use .
We are yet but young in deed .
They exit .

Scene 5

Thunder .
Enter the three Witches , meeting Hecate .
FIRST WITCH
Why , how now , Hecate ? You look angerly .
HECATE
Have I not reason , beldams as you are ?
Saucy and overbold , how did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
In riddles and affairs of death ,
And I , the mistress of your charms ,
The close contriver of all harms ,
Was never called to bear my part
Or show the glory of our art ?
And which is worse , all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son ,
Spiteful and wrathful , who , as others do ,
Loves for his own ends , not for you .
But make amends now . Get you gone ,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i’ th’ morning . Thither he
Will come to know his destiny .
Your vessels and your spells provide ,
Your charms and everything beside .
I am for th’ air . This night I’ll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end .
Great business must be wrought ere noon .
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vap’rous drop profound .
I’ll catch it ere it come to ground ,
And that , distilled by magic sleights ,
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion .
He shall spurn fate , scorn death , and bear
His hopes ’bove wisdom , grace , and fear .
And you all know , security
Is mortals’ chiefest enemy .
Music and a song .
Hark ! I am called . My little spirit , see ,
Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me .
Hecate exits .
Sing within “ Come away , come away , ” etc.
FIRST WITCH
Come , let’s make haste . She’ll soon be back again .
They exit .

Scene 6

Enter Lennox and another Lord .
LENNOX
My former speeches have but hit your thoughts ,
Which can interpret farther . Only I say
Things have been strangely borne . The gracious Duncan
Was pitied of Macbeth ; marry , he was dead .
And the right valiant Banquo walked too late ,
Whom you may say , if ’t please you , Fleance killed ,
For Fleance fled . Men must not walk too late .
Who cannot want the thought how monstrous
It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
To kill their gracious father ? Damnèd fact ,
How it did grieve Macbeth ! Did he not straight
In pious rage the two delinquents tear
That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep ?
Was not that nobly done ? Ay , and wisely , too ,
For ’twould have angered any heart alive
To hear the men deny ’t . So that I say
He has borne all things well . And I do think
That had he Duncan’s sons under his key
( As , an ’t please heaven , he shall not ) they should find
What ’twere to kill a father . So should Fleance .
But peace . For from broad words , and ’cause he failed
His presence at the tyrant’s feast , I hear
Macduff lives in disgrace . Sir , can you tell
Where he bestows himself ?
LORD
The son of Duncan
( From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth )
Lives in the English court and is received
Of the most pious Edward with such grace
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect . Thither Macduff
Is gone to pray the holy king upon his aid
To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward
That , by the help of these ( with Him above
To ratify the work ) , we may again
Give to our tables meat , sleep to our nights ,
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives ,
Do faithful homage , and receive free honors ,
All which we pine for now . And this report
Hath so exasperate the King that he
Prepares for some attempt of war .
LENNOX
Sent he to Macduff ?
LORD
He did , and with an absolute “ Sir , not I , ”
The cloudy messenger turns me his back
And hums , as who should say “ You’ll rue the time
That clogs me with this answer . ”
LENNOX
And that well might
Advise him to a caution t’ hold what distance
His wisdom can provide . Some holy angel
Fly to the court of England and unfold
His message ere he come , that a swift blessing
May soon return to this our suffering country
Under a hand accursed .
LORD
I’ll send my prayers with him .
They exit .

ACT 4

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 .
FIRST WITCH
Speak .
SECOND WITCH
Demand .
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 ?
FIRST WITCH
Show .
SECOND WITCH
Show .
THIRD WITCH
Show .
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 ?
LENNOX
No , my lord .
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 .

SON

What is a traitor ?

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

Every one .

SON

Who must hang them ?

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 !
ROSS
Sir , amen .
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 ?
ROSS
Why , well .
MACDUFF
And all my children ?
ROSS
Well too .
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 ?
ROSS
I have said .
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 .

ACT 5

Scene 1

Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman .
DOCTOR

I have two nights watched with you but can perceive no truth in your report . When was it she last walked ?

GENTLEWOMAN

Since his Majesty went into the field , I have seen her rise from her bed , throw her nightgown upon her , unlock her closet , take forth paper , fold it , write upon ’t , read it , afterwards seal it , and again return to bed ; yet all this while in a most fast sleep .

DOCTOR

A great perturbation in nature , to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching . In this slumb’ry agitation , besides her walking and other actual performances , what at any time have you heard her say ?

GENTLEWOMAN

That , sir , which I will not report after her .

DOCTOR

You may to me , and ’tis most meet you should .

GENTLEWOMAN

Neither to you nor anyone , having no witness to confirm my speech .

Enter Lady Macbeth with a taper .

Lo you , here she comes . This is her very guise and , upon my life , fast asleep . Observe her ; stand close .

DOCTOR

How came she by that light ?

GENTLEWOMAN

Why , it stood by her . She has light by her continually . ’Tis her command .

DOCTOR

You see her eyes are open .

GENTLEWOMAN

Ay , but their sense are shut .

DOCTOR

What is it she does now ? Look how she rubs her hands .

GENTLEWOMAN

It is an accustomed action with her to seem thus washing her hands . I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour .

LADY MACBETH

Yet here’s a spot .

DOCTOR

Hark , she speaks . I will set down what comes from her , to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly .

LADY MACBETH

Out , damned spot , out , I say ! One . Two . Why then , ’tis time to do ’t . Hell is murky . Fie , my lord , fie , a soldier and afeard ? What need we fear who knows it , when none can call our power to account ? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him ?

DOCTOR

Do you mark that ?

LADY MACBETH

The Thane of Fife had a wife . Where is she now ? What , will these hands ne’er be clean ? No more o’ that , my lord , no more o’ that . You mar all with this starting .

DOCTOR

Go to , go to . You have known what you should not .

GENTLEWOMAN

She has spoke what she should not , I am sure of that . Heaven knows what she has known .

LADY MACBETH

Here’s the smell of the blood still . All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand . O , O , O !

DOCTOR

What a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely charged .

GENTLEWOMAN

I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body .

DOCTOR

Well , well , well .

GENTLEWOMAN

Pray God it be , sir .

DOCTOR

This disease is beyond my practice . Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep , who have died holily in their beds .

LADY MACBETH

Wash your hands . Put on your nightgown . Look not so pale . I tell you yet again , Banquo’s buried ; he cannot come out on ’s grave .

DOCTOR

Even so ?

LADY MACBETH

To bed , to bed . There’s knocking at the gate . Come , come , come , come . Give me your hand . What’s done cannot be undone . To bed , to bed , to bed .

Lady Macbeth exits .
DOCTOR

Will she go now to bed ?

GENTLEWOMAN

Directly .

DOCTOR
5.1.75 Foul whisp’rings are abroad . Unnatural deeds
5.1.76 Do breed unnatural troubles . Infected minds
5.1.77 To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets .
5.1.78 More needs she the divine than the physician .
5.1.79 God , God forgive us all . Look after her .
5.1.80 Remove from her the means of all annoyance
5.1.81 And still keep eyes upon her . So , good night .
5.1.82 My mind she has mated , and amazed my sight .
5.1.83 I think but dare not speak .
GENTLEWOMAN
5.1.84 Good night , good doctor .
They exit .

Scene 2

Drum
and Colors . Enter Menteith , Caithness , Angus , Lennox , and Soldiers .
MENTEITH
5.2.1 The English power is near , led on by Malcolm ,
5.2.2 His uncle Siward , and the good Macduff .
5.2.3 Revenges burn in them , for their dear causes
5.2.4 Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm
5.2.5 Excite the mortified man .
ANGUS
5.2.6 Near Birnam Wood
5.2.7 Shall we well meet them . That way are they coming .
CAITHNESS
5.2.8 Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother ?
LENNOX
5.2.9 For certain , sir , he is not . I have a file
5.2.10 Of all the gentry . There is Siward’s son
5.2.11 And many unrough youths that even now
5.2.12 Protest their first of manhood .
MENTEITH
5.2.13 What does the tyrant ?
CAITHNESS
5.2.14 Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies .
5.2.15 Some say he’s mad ; others that lesser hate him
5.2.16 Do call it valiant fury . But for certain
5.2.17 He cannot buckle his distempered cause
5.2.18 Within the belt of rule .
ANGUS
5.2.19 Now does he feel
5.2.20 His secret murders sticking on his hands .
5.2.21 Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach .
5.2.22 Those he commands move only in command ,
5.2.23 Nothing in love . Now does he feel his title
5.2.24 Hang loose about him , like a giant’s robe
5.2.25 Upon a dwarfish thief .
MENTEITH
5.2.26 Who , then , shall blame
5.2.27 His pestered senses to recoil and start
5.2.28 When all that is within him does condemn
5.2.29 Itself for being there ?
CAITHNESS
5.2.30 Well , march we on
5.2.31 To give obedience where ’tis truly owed .
5.2.32 Meet we the med’cine of the sickly weal ,
5.2.33 And with him pour we in our country’s purge
5.2.34 Each drop of us .
LENNOX
5.2.35 Or so much as it needs
5.2.36 To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds .
5.2.37 Make we our march towards Birnam .
They exit marching .

Scene 3

Enter Macbeth , the Doctor , and Attendants .
MACBETH
5.3.1 Bring me no more reports . Let them fly all .
5.3.2 Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane
5.3.3 I cannot taint with fear . What’s the boy Malcolm ?
5.3.4 Was he not born of woman ? The spirits that know
5.3.5 All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus :
5.3.6 “ Fear not , Macbeth . No man that’s born of woman
5.3.7 Shall e’er have power upon thee . ” Then fly , false thanes ,
5.3.9 And mingle with the English epicures .
5.3.10 The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
5.3.11 Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear .
Enter Servant .
5.3.12 The devil damn thee black , thou cream-faced loon !
5.3.13 Where got’st thou that goose-look ?
SERVANT
5.3.14 There is ten thousand —
MACBETH
5.3.15 Geese , villain ?
SERVANT
5.3.16 Soldiers , sir .
MACBETH
5.3.17 Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear ,
5.3.18 Thou lily-livered boy . What soldiers , patch ?
5.3.19 Death of thy soul ! Those linen cheeks of thine
5.3.20 Are counselors to fear . What soldiers , whey-face ?
SERVANT
5.3.21 The English force , so please you .
MACBETH
5.3.22 Take thy face hence .
Servant exits .
5.3.23 Seyton ! — I am sick at heart
5.3.24 When I behold — Seyton , I say ! — This push
5.3.25 Will cheer me ever or disseat me now .
5.3.26 I have lived long enough . My way of life
5.3.27 Is fall’n into the sere , the yellow leaf ,
5.3.28 And that which should accompany old age ,
5.3.29 As honor , love , obedience , troops of friends ,
5.3.30 I must not look to have , but in their stead
5.3.31 Curses , not loud but deep , mouth-honor , breath
5.3.32 Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not . —
5.3.34 Seyton !
Enter Seyton .
SEYTON
5.3.35 What’s your gracious pleasure ?
MACBETH
5.3.36 What news more ?
SEYTON
5.3.37 All is confirmed , my lord , which was reported .
MACBETH
5.3.38 I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked .
5.3.39 Give me my armor .
SEYTON
5.3.40 ’Tis not needed yet .
MACBETH
5.3.41 I’ll put it on .
5.3.42 Send out more horses . Skirr the country round .
5.3.43 Hang those that talk of fear . Give me mine armor . —
5.3.45 How does your patient , doctor ?
DOCTOR
5.3.46 Not so sick , my lord ,
5.3.47 As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
5.3.48 That keep her from her rest .
MACBETH
5.3.49 Cure her of that .
5.3.50 Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ,
5.3.51 Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ,
5.3.52 Raze out the written troubles of the brain ,
5.3.53 And with some sweet oblivious antidote
5.3.54 Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
5.3.55 Which weighs upon the heart ?
DOCTOR
5.3.56 Therein the patient
5.3.57 Must minister to himself .
MACBETH
5.3.58 Throw physic to the dogs . I’ll none of it . —
5.3.59 Come , put mine armor on . Give me my staff .
Attendants begin to arm him .
5.3.60 Seyton , send out . — Doctor , the thanes fly from me . —
5.3.62 Come , sir , dispatch . — If thou couldst , doctor , cast
5.3.63 The water of my land , find her disease ,
5.3.64 And purge it to a sound and pristine health ,
5.3.65 I would applaud thee to the very echo
5.3.66 That should applaud again . — Pull ’t off , I say . —
5.3.67 What rhubarb , senna , or what purgative drug
5.3.68 Would scour these English hence ? Hear’st thou of them ?
DOCTOR
5.3.70 Ay , my good lord . Your royal preparation
5.3.71 Makes us hear something .
MACBETH
5.3.72 Bring it after me . —
5.3.73 I will not be afraid of death and bane
5.3.74 Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane .
DOCTOR
, aside
5.3.75 Were I from Dunsinane away and clear ,
5.3.76 Profit again should hardly draw me here .
They exit .

Scene 4

Drum
and Colors . Enter Malcolm , Siward , Macduff , Siward’s son , Menteith , Caithness , Angus , and Soldiers , marching .
MALCOLM
5.4.1 Cousins , I hope the days are near at hand
5.4.2 That chambers will be safe .
MENTEITH
5.4.3 We doubt it nothing .
SIWARD
5.4.4 What wood is this before us ?
MENTEITH
5.4.5 The Wood of Birnam .
MALCOLM
5.4.6 Let every soldier hew him down a bough
5.4.7 And bear ’t before him . Thereby shall we shadow
5.4.8 The numbers of our host and make discovery
5.4.9 Err in report of us .
SOLDIER
5.4.10 It shall be done .
SIWARD
5.4.11 We learn no other but the confident tyrant
5.4.12 Keeps still in Dunsinane and will endure
5.4.13 Our setting down before ’t .
MALCOLM
5.4.14 ’Tis his main hope ;
5.4.15 For , where there is advantage to be given ,
5.4.16 Both more and less have given him the revolt ,
5.4.17 And none serve with him but constrainèd things
5.4.18 Whose hearts are absent too .
MACDUFF
5.4.19 Let our just censures
5.4.20 Attend the true event , and put we on
5.4.21 Industrious soldiership .
SIWARD
5.4.22 The time approaches
5.4.23 That will with due decision make us know
5.4.24 What we shall say we have and what we owe .
5.4.25 Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate ,
5.4.26 But certain issue strokes must arbitrate ;
5.4.27 Towards which , advance the war .
They exit marching .

Scene 5

Enter Macbeth , Seyton , and Soldiers , with
Drum
and Colors .
MACBETH
5.5.1 Hang out our banners on the outward walls .
5.5.2 The cry is still “ They come ! ” Our castle’s strength
5.5.3 Will laugh a siege to scorn . Here let them lie
5.5.4 Till famine and the ague eat them up .
5.5.5 Were they not forced with those that should be ours ,
5.5.7 We might have met them dareful , beard to beard ,
5.5.8 And beat them backward home .
A cry within of women .
5.5.9 What is that noise ?
SEYTON
5.5.10 It is the cry of women , my good lord .
He exits .
MACBETH
5.5.11 I have almost forgot the taste of fears .
5.5.12 The time has been my senses would have cooled
5.5.13 To hear a night-shriek , and my fell of hair
5.5.14 Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
5.5.15 As life were in ’t . I have supped full with horrors .
5.5.16 Direness , familiar to my slaughterous thoughts ,
5.5.17 Cannot once start me .
Enter Seyton .
5.5.18 Wherefore was that cry ?
SEYTON
5.5.19 The Queen , my lord , is dead .
MACBETH
5.5.20 She should have died hereafter .
5.5.21 There would have been a time for such a word .
5.5.22 Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
5.5.23 Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
5.5.24 To the last syllable of recorded time ,
5.5.25 And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
5.5.26 The way to dusty death . Out , out , brief candle !
5.5.27 Life’s but a walking shadow , a poor player
5.5.28 That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
5.5.29 And then is heard no more . It is a tale
5.5.30 Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury ,
5.5.31 Signifying nothing .
Enter a Messenger .
5.5.32 Thou com’st to use thy tongue : thy story quickly .
MESSENGER
5.5.33 Gracious my lord ,
5.5.34 I should report that which I say I saw ,
5.5.35 But know not how to do ’t .
MACBETH
5.5.36 Well , say , sir .
MESSENGER
5.5.37 As I did stand my watch upon the hill ,
5.5.38 I looked toward Birnam , and anon methought
5.5.39 The Wood began to move .
MACBETH
5.5.40 Liar and slave !
MESSENGER
5.5.41 Let me endure your wrath if ’t be not so .
5.5.42 Within this three mile may you see it coming .
5.5.43 I say , a moving grove .
MACBETH
5.5.44 If thou speak’st false ,
5.5.45 Upon the next tree shall thou hang alive
5.5.46 Till famine cling thee . If thy speech be sooth ,
5.5.47 I care not if thou dost for me as much . —
5.5.48 I pull in resolution and begin
5.5.49 To doubt th’ equivocation of the fiend ,
5.5.50 That lies like truth . “ Fear not till Birnam Wood
5.5.51 Do come to Dunsinane , ” and now a wood
5.5.52 Comes toward Dunsinane . — Arm , arm , and out ! —
5.5.53 If this which he avouches does appear ,
5.5.54 There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here .
5.5.55 I ’gin to be aweary of the sun
5.5.56 And wish th’ estate o’ th’ world were now undone . —
5.5.58 Ring the alarum bell ! — Blow wind , come wrack ,
5.5.59 At least we’ll die with harness on our back .
They exit .

Scene 6

Drum
and Colors . Enter Malcolm , Siward , Macduff , and their army , with boughs .
MALCOLM
5.6.1 Now near enough . Your leafy screens throw down
5.6.2 And show like those you are . — You , worthy uncle ,
5.6.3 Shall with my cousin , your right noble son ,
5.6.4 Lead our first battle . Worthy Macduff and we
5.6.5 Shall take upon ’s what else remains to do ,
5.6.6 According to our order .
SIWARD
5.6.7 Fare you well .
5.6.8 Do we but find the tyrant’s power tonight ,
5.6.9 Let us be beaten if we cannot fight .
MACDUFF
5.6.10 Make all our trumpets speak ; give them all breath ,
5.6.11 Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death .
They exit .
Alarums continued .

Scene 7

Enter Macbeth .
MACBETH
5.7.1 They have tied me to a stake . I cannot fly ,
5.7.2 But , bear-like , I must fight the course . What’s he
5.7.3 That was not born of woman ? Such a one
5.7.4 Am I to fear , or none .
Enter young Siward .
YOUNG SIWARD
5.7.5 What is thy name ?
MACBETH
5.7.6 Thou ’lt be afraid to hear it .
YOUNG SIWARD
5.7.7 No , though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
5.7.8 Than any is in hell .
MACBETH
5.7.9 My name’s Macbeth .
YOUNG SIWARD
5.7.10 The devil himself could not pronounce a title
5.7.11 More hateful to mine ear .
MACBETH
5.7.12 No , nor more fearful .
YOUNG SIWARD
5.7.13 Thou liest , abhorrèd tyrant . With my sword
5.7.14 I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st .
They fight , and young Siward is slain .
MACBETH
5.7.15 Thou wast born of woman .
5.7.17 But swords I smile at , weapons laugh to scorn ,
5.7.18 Brandished by man that’s of a woman born .
He exits .
Alarums .
Enter Macduff .
MACDUFF
5.7.19 That way the noise is . Tyrant , show thy face !
5.7.20 If thou beest slain , and with no stroke of mine ,
5.7.21 My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still .
5.7.22 I cannot strike at wretched kerns , whose arms
5.7.23 Are hired to bear their staves . Either thou , Macbeth ,
5.7.24 Or else my sword with an unbattered edge
5.7.25 I sheathe again undeeded . There thou shouldst be ;
5.7.26 By this great clatter , one of greatest note
5.7.27 Seems bruited . Let me find him , Fortune ,
5.7.28 And more I beg not .
He exits .
Alarums .
Enter Malcolm and Siward .
SIWARD
5.7.29 This way , my lord . The castle’s gently rendered .
5.7.30 The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight ,
5.7.31 The noble thanes do bravely in the war ,
5.7.32 The day almost itself professes yours ,
5.7.33 And little is to do .
MALCOLM
5.7.34 We have met with foes
5.7.35 That strike beside us .
SIWARD
5.7.36 Enter , sir , the castle .
They exit .
Alarum .

Scene 8

Enter Macbeth .
MACBETH
5.8.1 Why should I play the Roman fool and die
5.8.2 On mine own sword ? Whiles I see lives , the gashes
5.8.3 Do better upon them .
Enter Macduff .
MACDUFF
5.8.4 Turn , hellhound , turn !
MACBETH
5.8.5 Of all men else I have avoided thee .
5.8.6 But get thee back . My soul is too much charged
5.8.7 With blood of thine already .
MACDUFF
5.8.8 I have no words ;
5.8.9 My voice is in my sword , thou bloodier villain
5.8.10 Than terms can give thee out .
Fight .
Alarum .
MACBETH
5.8.11 Thou losest labor .
5.8.12 As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
5.8.13 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed .
5.8.14 Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ;
5.8.15 I bear a charmèd life , which must not yield
5.8.16 To one of woman born .
MACDUFF
5.8.17 Despair thy charm ,
5.8.18 And let the angel whom thou still hast served
5.8.19 Tell thee Macduff was from his mother’s womb
5.8.20 Untimely ripped .
MACBETH
5.8.21 Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so ,
5.8.22 For it hath cowed my better part of man !
5.8.23 And be these juggling fiends no more believed
5.8.24 That palter with us in a double sense ,
5.8.25 That keep the word of promise to our ear
5.8.26 And break it to our hope . I’ll not fight with thee .
MACDUFF
5.8.27 Then yield thee , coward ,
5.8.28 And live to be the show and gaze o’ th’ time .
5.8.29 We’ll have thee , as our rarer monsters are ,
5.8.30 Painted upon a pole , and underwrit
5.8.31 “ Here may you see the tyrant . ”
MACBETH
5.8.32 I will not yield
5.8.33 To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet
5.8.34 And to be baited with the rabble’s curse .
5.8.35 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane
5.8.36 And thou opposed , being of no woman born ,
5.8.37 Yet I will try the last . Before my body
5.8.38 I throw my warlike shield . Lay on , Macduff ,
5.8.39 And damned be him that first cries “ Hold ! Enough ! ”
They exit fighting .
Alarums .
They enter fighting , and Macbeth is slain . Macduff exits carrying off Macbeth’s body .
Retreat
and
flourish .
Enter , with
Drum
and Colors , Malcolm , Siward , Ross , Thanes , and Soldiers .
MALCOLM
5.8.40 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived .
SIWARD
5.8.41 Some must go off ; and yet by these I see
5.8.42 So great a day as this is cheaply bought .
MALCOLM
5.8.43 Macduff is missing , and your noble son .
ROSS
5.8.44 Your son , my lord , has paid a soldier’s debt .
5.8.45 He only lived but till he was a man ,
5.8.46 The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
5.8.47 In the unshrinking station where he fought ,
5.8.48 But like a man he died .
SIWARD
5.8.49 Then he is dead ?
ROSS
5.8.50 Ay , and brought off the field . Your cause of sorrow
5.8.51 Must not be measured by his worth , for then
5.8.52 It hath no end .
SIWARD
5.8.53 Had he his hurts before ?
ROSS
5.8.54 Ay , on the front .
SIWARD
5.8.55 Why then , God’s soldier be he !
5.8.56 Had I as many sons as I have hairs ,
5.8.57 I would not wish them to a fairer death ;
5.8.58 And so his knell is knolled .
MALCOLM
5.8.59 He’s worth more sorrow , and that I’ll spend for him .
SIWARD
5.8.61 He’s worth no more .
5.8.62 They say he parted well and paid his score ,
5.8.63 And so , God be with him . Here comes newer comfort .
Enter Macduff with Macbeth’s head .
MACDUFF
5.8.65 Hail , King ! for so thou art . Behold where stands
5.8.66 Th’ usurper’s cursèd head . The time is free .
5.8.67 I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl ,
5.8.68 That speak my salutation in their minds ,
5.8.69 Whose voices I desire aloud with mine .
5.8.70 Hail , King of Scotland !
ALL
5.8.71 Hail , King of Scotland !
Flourish .
MALCOLM
5.8.72 We shall not spend a large expense of time
5.8.73 Before we reckon with your several loves
5.8.74 And make us even with you . My thanes and kinsmen ,
5.8.76 Henceforth be earls , the first that ever Scotland
5.8.77 In such an honor named . What’s more to do ,
5.8.78 Which would be planted newly with the time ,
5.8.79 As calling home our exiled friends abroad
5.8.80 That fled the snares of watchful tyranny ,
5.8.81 Producing forth the cruel ministers
5.8.82 Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen
5.8.83 ( Who , as ’tis thought , by self and violent hands ,
5.8.84 Took off her life ) — this , and what needful else
5.8.85 That calls upon us , by the grace of grace ,
5.8.86 We will perform in measure , time , and place .
5.8.87 So thanks to all at once and to each one ,
5.8.88 Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone .
Flourish .
All exit .