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Cordelia on the Ingratitude of her Sisters.
Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father,
Scene between Lear and Cordelia.
Cord. How does my royal lord? how fares your majesty?
Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave.
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Cord. Sir, do you know me?
Lear. You are a spirit, I know; when did you die?
Cord. Still, still far wide!
Cord. O look upon me, Sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me: No, Sir, you must not kneel.
Lear. Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward: and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this
Lear to Cordelia, when taken Prisoners.
No, no, no, no! come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them
[outWho loses, and who wins; who's in, who's And take upon us the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.
Edm. Take them away.
Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense.
The Justice of the Gods.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to scourge us.
Edgar's Account of his discovering himself to his Father, &c.
List a brief tale:
And, when 'tis told, O that my heart would
The bloody proclamation to escape,
That follow'd me so near (O our lives' sweetness!
That with the pain of death we'd hourly die,
Bast. This speech of yours hath mov'd me, And shall, perchance, do good: but speak you
You look as you had something more to say.
Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold For I am almost ready to dissolve, [it in s Hearing of this.
Edg. This would have seem'd a period To such as love not sorrow: but another,
Phys. Be comforted, good madam: the great To amplify too much, would make much more
And top extremity.
Whilst I was big in clamor, came there a Lady Macbeth, on the News of Duncan's
Who having seen me in my worst estate, Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but, then, finding Who 'twas that so endur'd, with his strong
And there I left him tranc'd.
Lear on the Death of Cordelia. Howl, howl, howl, howl!) you are men of stones!
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack.-O, she is gone for ever!
I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so,
Kent. O, my good master!
A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
The raven himself is hoarse,
Wherever in your sightless substances [night,
It were done quickly: if the assassination [well
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere
We still have judgement here; that we but
I dare do all that may become a man! Who dares do more, is none.
The murdering Scene. Macbeth alone.
I have thee not; and yet I see thee still.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. [senses, Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other 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
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores; I have drugg'd their possets,
That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
Macb. [Within] Who's there?-what, ho! Lady. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done :—the attempt, and not the deed, [ready, Confounds us!-hark!-1 laid their daggers He could not miss 'em.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had don't.--My husband?
Macb. One cried, "God bless us!" and "Amen!" the other; [hands, As they had seen me, with these hangman's Listening their fear. I could not say, Amen, When they did say, God bless us.
Lady. Consider it not so deeply. [Amen? Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce I had most need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in my throat.
Lady. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so it will make us mad. Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry,
"Sleep no more!
Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep.
You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brain-sickly 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.
Much. I'll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done ;
Lady. Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers: the sleeping, and the dead,
Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood
Mach. Whence is that knocking? [Starting. How is 't with me, when ev'ry noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out
Lady. My hands are of your color; but I [Knock.
To wear a heart so white. I hear a knocking
Macb. To know my deed-'twere best not know myself.
Wake, Duncan, with this knocking! I would thou couldst!
Macbeth's guilty Conscience, and Fears of |
Enter Macbeth to his Lady. Lady. 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
[done. Should be without regard: what's done, is Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; [malice She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor 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 restless ecstasy.-Duncan is in his grave;
Mucb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on Which might appal the devil. [that
Lady. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: [Aside. 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, Authoriz'd by her grandm. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? when all's done, You look but on a stool.
Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! Behold! look! lo! how say you?
[Pointing to the Ghost. Why, what care I? if thou canst nod, speak
If charnel-houses and our graves must send Those, that we bury, back-our monuments Shall be the maws of kites.
[The Ghost vanishes. Lady. What! quite unmann'd in folly? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Lady. Fie, for shame!
[olden time, Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the Ere human statute purg'd the gen'ral weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man
I drink to the general joy of the whole table, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss: Would he were here! to all, and him, we And all to all. [thirst, Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. [The Ghost rises again. Macb. 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. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Macb. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the 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 inhibit thee, protest me The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! Why, so being [The Ghost vanishes. I am a man again.-Pray yon, sit still.
[The Lords rise. Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting.
With most admir'd disorder.
Rosse. What sights, my lord?
Question enrages him: at once, good night : Stand not upon the order of your going:
But go at once.
Len. Good night, and better health
Attend his majesty.
Lady. A kind good night to all.
[Exeunt Lords. Macb. It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood: [speak; Stones have been known to move, and trees to Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought The secret'st man of blood.
Witches: their Power.
Malcolm's Character of himself. Mal. But I have none: the king-becoming
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
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,
Mal. Macduff, this noble passion,
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 [ing No less in truth than life; my first false speak. Was this upon myself. What I am truly, Is thine, and my poor country's, to command. An oppressed Country.
Alas! poor country;
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile:
Macduff on the Murder of his Wife and
Rosse. Would I could answer This comfort with the like! but I have words,