Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Signifying nothing. Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I shall report that which I say I saw, Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon methought The wood began to move. Macb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. [Exeunt. SCENE FROM THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.-Shakspeare. SCENE V.-Bosworth Field. Enter KING HENRY. K. Hen. This battle fares like to the morning's war, Sometime, the flood prevails; and then, the wind; To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run ; So many days my ewes have been with young; So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! How sweet! How lovely! To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? And to conclude-The shepherd's homely curds, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him. Alarum.-Enter a SON that has killed his Father, dragging in the dead Body. Son. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody. This man, whom hand in hand I slew in fight, From London by the king was I press'd forth; Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharged with grief. Enter a FATHER who hath killed his Son, with the Body in his Arms. Fath. Thou that so stoutly had resisted me, Throw up thine eye; see, see, what showers arise, What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly, And hath bereft thee of thy life too late! K. Hen. Woe above woe! Grief more than common grief! O, that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!— O, pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity; The red rose and the white are on his face, The one his purple blood right well resembles ; If f you contend, a thousand lives must wither. Son. How will my mother, for a father's death, Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied! Fath. How will my wife, for slaughter of my son, Shed seas of tears, and ne'er be satisfied? K. Hen. How will the country, for these woeful chances, Misthink the king, and not be satisfied? Son. Was ever son, so rued a father's death? Fath. Was ever father, so bemoan'd a son? K. Hen. Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe? Much is your sorrow; mine, ten times so much. Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill. [Exit with the Body. Fath. These arms of mine shall be thy winding sheet; My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre ; For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go. My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell; And so obsequious will thy father be, Sad for the loss of thee, having no more, As Priam was for all his valiant sons. I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will, For I have murder'd where I should not kill. K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone Here sits a king more woeful than you are. [Exil with the Body. with care, Alarum: Excursions.-Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE OF WALES, and EXETER. Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled, And Warwick rages like a chafed bull; Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit. Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain; Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds, With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands, Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain. Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with them; Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed; Or else come after, I'll away before. |