And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink. Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, The battling dames enough; there cannot be To the succeeding royalty he leaves That vulture you, to devour so 6 cunise As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined. Mal. With this there grows, In my most ill-composed affection, such A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, ( Macd. This avarice Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root Than summer-seeding 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, Cu With other graces weigh'd. / C Mal. But I have none: the king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, 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. Macd. O Scotland! Scotland! Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak. I am as I have spoken. Macd. Fit to govern! No, not to live. -- O nation miserable! With an untitled tyrant, bloody-sceptred, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again? And does blaspheme his breed?-Thy royal father The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, That speak him full of grace. Macd. See, who comes here? Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Enter ROSSE. Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Mal. I know him now:-good God, betimes remove The means that make us strangers! Rosse. Sir, amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rend the air, for men's live Expire before the flowers in their caps, Dying or ere they sicken. Macd. O, relation Too nice, and yet too true! Mal. What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; Each minute teems a new one. 2 moderes hei th. hacer Macd. How does my wife? Rosse. Why, well. Macd. And all my children? Rosse. Well too. -10 I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. - Did heaven look on, Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now! Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle heaven, Cut short all intermission; front to front, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; Mal. This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; ACT V. SCENE 1.-DUNSINANE. [Exeunt. Gent. 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 M. Yet here's a spot. Doct. Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One, two; Why, then 'tis time to do't.-Hell is murky-Fie, me 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? Lady M. 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. [Exit Doct. Will she go now to bed? Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets... My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight: UN Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Country near DUNSINANE. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, A Room in the Castle. Revenges burn in them for their dear causes Gent. 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 it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep. Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching. -In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say? Gont. That, Sir, which I will not report after her. Doct. You may to me; and 'tis most meet you should. Gent. Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper. Le you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. Doct. How came she by that light? Would, to the bleeding and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man. しん Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: Thave a file Ment. What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Within the belt of rule. Ang. Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands; Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Those he commands move only in command, Nothing in love: now does he feel his titleHang loose about him, like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief. Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd senses to recoil and start, continually; 'tis her command. Itself for being there? Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.Seyton! Enter SEYTΟΝ. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Mach. What news more? Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Mach. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Mach. I'll put it on. - l Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine armour.How does your patient, doctor? Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Mach. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Mach. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:Seyton, send out. -Doctor, the thanes fly from me.Come, Sir, despatch.-If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, 1 say.- Makes as hear something. Mach. Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. SCENE IV. - Country near DUNSINANE: a Wood in view. Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand That chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Ment. The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow Sold. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other but the confident tyrant Mal. 'Tis his main hope: 202 For where there is advantage to be given, Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know But certain issue strokes must arbitrate: 6 ; [Exeunt, marching As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; There would have been a time for such a word. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candlel Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. I care not if thou dost for me as much.- Macd. That way the noise is. -Tyrant, shew thy face! [Exit. Alarum. Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord; the castle's gently ren The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war; The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. Mal. We have met with foes That strike beside us. Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle. [der'd: 2 [Exeunt. Alarum. Re-enter MACBETH. Mach. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Re-enter MACDUFF. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn! Mach. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back; my soul is too much charged Cr With blood of thine already. Macd. I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! Mach. Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; That keep the word of promise to our ear, Macd. Then yield thee, coward, K Mach. I'll not yield To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, ferupun italle [Exeunt, fighting Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours, Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Siw. Then he is dead? Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of Siw Had he his hurts before? Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he! I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knoll'd. Mal. He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. V They say he parted well, and paid his score: Re-enter MAODUFF, with MACBETH'S head on a pole. All. King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, And make us even with you. Mythanes and kinsmen, Producing forth the cruel ministers Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queсп. - [They fight. That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: We will perform in measure, time, and place: [Flourish. Kerunt What, is Horatio there? Hor. A piece of him. Who is [there? Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form, In which the majesty of buried Denmark Mar. It is offended. Ber. Seel it stalks away. Hor. Stay; speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. [Exit Ghost. Bcr. How now, Horatio! you tremble, and look pale: Is not this something more than fantasy? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe Of mine own eyes. Mar. Is it not like the king? Hor. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on When he the ambitious Norway combated; So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, He smote the sledded Polack on the ice. 'Tis strange. 22 Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not; But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows Why this same strict and most observant watch [Exit FRANCISCO Any why such daily cast of brazen cannon, Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Ber. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy; And will not let belief take hold of him, With us to watch the minutes of this night; He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Ber. Sit down awhile; And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Ber. Last night of all, When yon same star, that's westward from the pole, Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one, [again! Mar. Peace! break thee off; look, where it comes Enter Ghost. Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Mar. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. Hor. Most like:-it harrows me with fear and wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Speak to it, Horatio. And foreign mart for implements of war; Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Doth make the night joint labourer with the day; Hor. Than can I; At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart, His fell to Hamlet: now, Sir, young Fortinbras, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, But to recover of us, by strong hand And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands Is the main motive of our preparations; The source of this our watch; and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. |