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The Tragedie of Macbeth
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Adding to Duncan's troubles the Thane of Cawdor - who had turned traitor and joined the Vikings - along with armed mercenaries from Ireland, is putting pressure on Duncan. But two of Duncan's most loyal, trusted and able generals, his cousin Macbeth and Banquo, are engaging Macdonwald and the Vikings in fierce fighting. While those battles are in full roar Duncan, encamped at this field headquarters near his castle in Forres, receives reports of Macbeth's valor and victories and he learns of Cawdor's armed betrayal.
Act I
Act I. Scene I. A desert place.
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine?
Hecate and The Three Witches,
Macbeth calls them fantastical. Are they of this earth or not? Are they female, male, both or neither?
Shakespeare sheds little light on these questions nor gives any indication of what the witches really are other than referring to them as the weird sisters (weyward Sisters in the first folio), perhaps because he assumed the audience would already know, guess or fear what they might be.
While the Three Witches appear in the first scene of the play, Hecate, the chief of the fantastical apparitions, appears later to take charge of their plans for Macbeth.
In the source for Macbeth, Holinshed's Chronicles, they are referred to as the weird sisters (weyward) and as the goddesses of destinee leading most to think of them as female.
The witche's pets, graymalkin, paddock and others were more than just companions, they were familiars: spirits embodied in animal form that assisted the witches in casting spells and other duties.
For more about these cunning prophets see this article at Wikipedia, Three Witches (opens in new window).
we three, Three has been regarded from earliest antiquity as a number of peculiar import; "three" was unique in having a beginning, middle, and end; it is the favorite number in folk-lore, mythology, and witchcraft. The three-fold pattern persists, in subtle variations, through many parts of the play. SykesMac
When the
When the battle's lost and won.
When the
When the battle's lost and won.
When the Battaile's lost, and wonne.
battle's lost and won, when one side has won and the other has lost.
That will be
That will be
Where the place?
Where the place?
Upon the
Upon the
heath, a large, quite flat and desolate field of uncultivated land covered with rough grass and small shrubs. A heath frequently has poor soil covered in peat
There to meet with Macbeth.
There to meet with Macbeth.
I come,
I come,
Graymalkin, Paddock, As good people had guardian angels, the witches, it was believed, had attendant devils. These spirits, who controlled them and aided them in evil, assumed the forms of dogs, cats, toads, rats, fowls, and had familiar names,-Graymalkin, Paddock, etc.SykesMac
[First Folio has no entry for this speech]
In these last three lines it seems that each of the witches is answering a call from their familiars to return.
Witches were thought to have helpers, often taking the form of pets such as cats and toads, to help them with their magic. More at Wikipedia.
[First Folio has no entry for this speech]
Anon, In Shakespeare's time anon meant: 'at once,' 'I'm coming,' or 'immediately'. Anon was especially the answer by a servant or other inferior when called.SykesMac
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and
Exeunt.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and
Exeunt.
Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre.
Exeunt.
Act I. Scene II. A camp near Forres.
Does Shakespeare suck?
If you think Shakespeare sucks, you are in good company. Here is just a small part of what Leo Tolstoy (who was no slouch when it came to the literary arts) had to say:
I remember the astonishment I felt when I first read Shakespeare. I expected to receive a powerful esthetic pleasure, but having read, one after the other, works regarded as his best: "King Lear," "Romeo and Juliet," "Hamlet" and "Macbeth," not only did I feel no delight, but I felt an irresistible repulsion and tedium...
For more about what Leo had to say along with the opinions of George Bernard Shaw and George Orwell visit our Shakespeare's not so hot page.
Ross enters and makes a similar report of how the two generals gloriously defeated Norway
and the traitor, the Thane of Cawdor. Duncan sentences Cawdor to immediate death and bestows his titles and lands on Macbeth.
Alarum within. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his
The newest state.
What bloody man is that? He can report,
as seemeth by his
Scena Secunda.
Alarum within. Enter King Malcome, Donal-
baine, Lenox, with attendants, meeting
a bleeding Captaine.
As seemeth by his plight, of the Reuolt
The newest state.
Duncan, King of Scotland (1034 to 1040),
At the beginning of the play Duncan, current King of Scotland, is fighting a savage war against Norway which his generals have put to flight. Counting Macbeth as one of his best generals he bestows on him the lands and titles of the former Thane of Cawdor who, having joined Norway, is put to death for treason.
Duncan continues to shower words of praise on Macbeth until Macbeth murders him during the King's visit to Macbeth's castle.
Historically there really was a King Duncan of Scotland who was overthrown by Macbeth (killed by Macbeth's army in battle not stabbed by Macbeth under the cover of night).
Despite the historical existence of Duncan not much else is known about about him: his age, his being a benevolent king and almost everything else came from Shakespeare's head.
More about the real King Duncan I at Wikipedia
This is the
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity.
Hail brave friend:
As thou didst leave it.
This is the
Hail brave friend.
Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought
'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;
Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,
As thou didst leaue it.
Malcolm and Donalbain, King Duncan's sons, aren't around much at the beginning of the play but Malcolm becomes important after Macbeth slays King Duncan and then blames the two sons for the dirty deed after they flee fearing for their lives.
Malcolm
Flees to England where he befriends the English King, is joined by other Scottish nobles, raises an army and by the end of the play has defeated Macbeth and become the new king. While in the play it all happens quickly, in history Malcolm was in England for seventeen years before returning to dethrone Macbeth.
Donalbain
Donalbain goes to Ireland and doesn't appear in the play again. But in real history he returns to Scotland after his brother's death and succeeds him as King.
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And
(Worthy to be a rebel,
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do
Of
And
Show'd
For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--
20Which
Like valour's
Till he
Till he
And fix'd his head upon
Doubtful it stood:
as two spent swimmers that do cling together
and
The merciless Macdonwald
(worthy to be a rebel
But all's too weak,
for brave Macbeth -- well he deserves that name --
As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
The multiplying Villanies of Nature
Doe swarme vpon him) from the Westerne Isles
Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:
For braue Macbeth (well hee deserues that Name)
Disdayning Fortune, with his brandisht Steele,
Which smoak'd with bloody execution
(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,
Till hee fac'd the Slaue:
Which neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth' Chops,
And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements.
villanies of nature, wicked acts of nature.
disdaining fortune, ignoring his opponent's good luck
brandish'd steel, sword held in front
Western Isles, Can refer to the Hebrides (islands to the west of Scotland) or Ireland or both.
minion, a favorite or follower
O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman!
cousin, Macbeth and King Duncan were first cousins. (A fact that makes Macbeth's later treachery even worse).
As
So from that spring
No sooner justice had
Compell'd these skipping
But the
With
Began a fresh assault.
As
Mark, King of Scotland, mark,
no sooner justice had
Shipwracking Stormes, and direfull Thunders:
So from that Spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells: Marke King of Scotland, marke,
No sooner Iustice had, with Valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heeles,
But the Norweyan Lord, surueying vantage,
With furbusht Armes, and new supplyes of men,
Began a fresh assault.
kerns and gallowglasses, lightly and heavily armed Irish mercenaries (infantry and horsemen, perhaps)
Dismay'd not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Dismay'd not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Banquoh?
Yes, as sparrows eagles, or the
If I say
As cannons overcharged with double
So they doubly redoubled
Except they meant to bathe in
Or
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My gashes cry for help.
Yes,
as sparrows eagles or the
If I say
Except they meant to bathe in
But I am faint,
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly redoubled stroakes vpon 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 helpe.
Golgotha, traditional location, outside the walls of Jerusalem, where Jesus was crucified.
So well thy words
They smack of honour both. Go get him
Exit Sergeant, attended
Who comes here?
So well thy words
Go get him
Exit
Who comes here?
They smack of Honor both: Goe get him Surgeons.
Enter Rosse and Angus.
Who comes here?
Enter Ross
The worthy Thane of Ross.
The worthy Thane of Ross.
thane, was a title given to Scottish nobility by kings in Macbeth's time. While thanes usually controlled land given them by the King (hence the form 'Thane of Fife' and 'Thane of Ross') the gift was at the King's pleasure and could be taken away at any time. And unlike later titles of nobility, being a thane was not normally hereditary.
What a haste looks through his eyes!
What a haste looks through his eyes.
So should he looke, that seemes to speake things strange.
God save the King!
God save the King!
From Fife, great King,
Where the
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The Thane of Cawdor, began a
Till that
Confronted
Curbing
The victory
From Fife great King,
where the
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
assisted by that most disloyal traitor,
the Thane of Cawdor, began a
And
Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie,
And fanne our people cold.
Norway himselfe, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyall Traytor,
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismall Conflict,
Till that Bellona's Bridegroome, lapt in proofe,
Confronted him with selfe-comparisons,
Point against Point, rebellious Arme 'gainst Arme,
Curbing his lauish spirit: and to conclude,
The Victorie fell on vs.
Bellona, The Roman goddess of war.
Norway himself, In times long gone the name of a courtry was often used to refer to the King of that country too.
Great happiness!
Great happiness!
That now Sweno, the Norways' King,
Nor would we
Till he
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
That now Sweno, the Norways' king,
Craues composition:
Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
Ten thousand Dollars, to our generall vse.
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our Bosome interest: Goe pronounce his present death,
And with his former Title greet Macbeth.
I'll see it done.
I'll see it done.
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
Exeunt
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
Exeunt
Exeunt.
Act I. Scene III. A heath near Forres.
They will be making promises and predictions about Macbeth and Banquo's futures, fueling
Macbeth's self-destructive ambition.
Shortly after the witches vanish envoys from the King meet the two generals on the trail
and bring them news that seems to confirm what the witches had just promised Macbeth.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches
Where hast thou been, sister?
Where hast thou been, sister?
Scena Tertia.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
Killing
Killing
killlng swine. Killing animals by "overlooking" them with the evil eye, was one of the offences most frequentlv charged against witches.
Sister, where thou?
Sister, where thou?
A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:
"Give me,"
"
Her husband's to
But in a
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap and munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd.
"Give me,"
"
Her husband's to
And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht:
Giue me, quoth I.
Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes.
Her Husband's to Aleppo gone, Master o'th' Tiger:
But in a Syue Ile thither sayle,
And like a Rat without a tayle,
Ile doe, Ile doe, and Ile doe.
sieve, a cone-shaped strainer such as a kitchen strainer. By extension a whirlwind.
rump-fed, Fed from offal or scrapes from the kitchen.SykesMac
(Though it is fun to think that it means something else entirely.)
Aleppo, Once the center of trade between the Mediterranean and the East, being the first commercial city of Asia Minor. SykesMac
Located in the northwest corner of modern Syria.
I'll give thee a wind.
I'll give thee a wind.
And I another.
And I another.
I myself have all the other,
And the very ports they blow,
All the
I' the
I will drain him dry as hay:
20Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his
He shall live a
Weary
Shall he
Though his
Yet it shall be
Look what I have.
I myself have all the other,
And the very ports they blow,
All the
I' the
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his
He shall live a
Weary
Shall he
Though his
Yet it shall be
Look what I have.
And the very Ports they blow,
All the Quarters that they know,
I'th' Ship-mans Card.
Ile dreyne him drie as Hay:
Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day
Hang vpon his Pent-house Lid:
He shall liue a man forbid:
Wearie Seu'nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peake, and pine:
Though his Barke cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be Tempest-tost.
Looke what I haue.
Tempest, An extremely violent storm.
Show me, show me.
Show me, show me.
Here I have a
Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
Here I have a
Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
Wrackt, as homeward he did come.
Drum within.
Wrecked, Meaning that the pilot's ship was wrecked not the thumb!
Drum within
A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come.
A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come.
Macbeth doth come.
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Thus do go about, about,
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace, the
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Thus do go about, about,
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace, the
Posters of the Sea and Land,
Thus doe goe, about, about,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice againe, to make vp nine.
Peace, the Charme's wound vp.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
How far
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
And yet your beards
That you are so.
How far
What are these
so wither'd and so wild in their attire,
that look not like the inhabitants o' the earth
and yet are
Live you? Or are you
You seem to understand me,
by each at once her
So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
That looke not like th' Inhabitants o'th' Earth,
And yet are on't? Liue you, or are you aught
That man may question? you seeme to vnderstand me,
By each at once her choppie finger laying
Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
That you are so.
Speak, if you can: what are you?
Speak, if you can. What are you?
All hail Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
All hail Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
All hail Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
All hail Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be King
All hail Macbeth, thou shalt be king
Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear
Things that do sound so
I' the name of truth,
Are ye
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble
That he seems rapt
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 favours, nor your hate.
Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear
things that do sound so
I' the name of truth,
are ye
My noble partner
you greet with present grace and great prediction
of noble
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 favours, nor your hate.
Things that doe sound so faire? i'th' name of truth
Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye shew? My Noble Partner
You greet with present Grace, and great prediction
Of Noble hauing, and of Royall hope,
That he seemes wrapt withall: to me you speake not.
If you can looke into the Seedes of Time,
And say, which Graine will grow, and which will not,
Speake then to me, who neyther begge, nor feare
Your fauors, nor your hate.
Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So all hail Macbeth, and Banquo!
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
So all hail Macbeth and Banquo!
So all haile Macbeth, and Banquo.
Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail!
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
Stay, you
But how of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman: and to be King,
Stands not within the
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from
You owe this strange intelligence, or why
80Upon this
With such prophetic greeting?
Speak, I charge you.
Witches vanish
Stay you
Say from
Speak, I charge you.
Witches vanish
By Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,
But how, of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor liues
A prosperous Gentleman: And to be King,
Stands not within the prospect of beleefe,
No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence
You owe this strange Intelligence, or why
Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way
With such Prophetique greeting?
Speake, I charge you.
Witches vanish.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them:
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, and these are of them.
And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd?
Into the air: and what seem'd
As breath into the wind.
Would they had stay'd!
Into the air, and what seem'd
Would they had stay'd!
Melted, as breath into the Winde.
Would they had stay'd.
Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the
That takes the reason prisoner?
Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason Prisoner?
Your children shall be kings.
Your children shall be kings.
You shall be king.
You shall be king.
And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?
Toth'
Who's here?
Toth'
Who's here?
Enter Ross and Angus
The King hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
Thy personal
His wonders and his praises do
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
Nothing
Came
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.
The King hath happily received, Macbeth, the news of thy success.
And when he reads
thy personal
Silenced with that,
in viewing o'er the rest o' th' selfsame day,
he finds thee in the stout
As thick as hail
came
Enter Rosse and Angus.
The newes of thy successe: and when he reades
Thy personall Venture in the Rebels sight,
His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,
Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,
In viewing o're the rest o'th'selfe-same day,
He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes,
Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make
Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale
Can post with post, and euery one did beare
Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,
And powr'd them downe before him.
strange, grotesque
We are sent
To give thee from our royal master thanks,
110Only to herald thee into his sight,
Not pay thee.
We are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks, only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks,
Onely to harrold thee into his sight,
Not pay thee.
And for
He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor.
In which
For it is thine.
And for
He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, haile most worthy Thane,
For it is thine.
What, can the devil speak true?
What, can the devil speak true?
The Thane of Cawdor lives:
Why do you dress me in borrow'd robes?
The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me in borrow'd robes?
Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes?
Who was the thane lives yet,
120But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose.
Whether he
Or
And vantage, or that with both
He labour'd in his country's
But
Have
Who was the Thane lives yet,
but under heavy judgment bears that life
which he deserves to lose.
Whether he
But
But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life,
Which he deserues to loose.
Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,
Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe,
And vantage; or that with both he labour'd
In his Countreyes wracke, I know not:
But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd,
Haue ouerthrowne him.
[Aside]
Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor!
The greatest is behind.
To Ross and Angus
Thanks for your
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?
[Aside]
Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor!
The greatest is behind.
To Ross and Angus
Thanks for your
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?
The greatest is behinde. Thankes for your paines.
Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings,
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lesse to them.
That
Might yet
Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The
Win us with honest trifles, to
In
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
That
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne,
Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme,
The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths,
Winne vs with honest Trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence.
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
[Aside]
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the
Of the imperial
[Aside]
Cannot be
If
Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
If good, why do I
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
150And make
Against the
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but
Shakes so my single
Is smother'd in
But what is not.
[Aside]
Two truths are told,
as happy prologues to the
I thank you, gentlemen.
[Aside]
Cannot be
My thought, whose murder yet is but
As happy Prologues to the swelling Act
Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke you Gentlemen:
This supernaturall solliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot be good.
If ill? why hath it giuen me earnest of successe,
Commencing in a Truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
If good? why doe I yeeld to that suggestion,
Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,
And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,
Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares
Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:
My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,
Shakes so my single state of Man,
That Function is smother'd in surmise,
And nothing is, but what is not.
Look, how our partner's rapt.
Look, how our partner's rapt.
[Aside]
If chance will have me king,
Why chance may crown me,
160Without my
[Aside]
If chance will have me king,
why chance may crown me
without my
Why Chance may Crowne me,
Without my stirre.
New honors come upon him,
Like our strange garments,
But with the aid of use.
New honors come upon him
like our strange garments
Like our strange Garments, cleaue not to their mould,
But with the aid of vse.
[Aside]
Time, and the hour,
[Aside]
Time, and the Houre, runs through the roughest Day.
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Give me your
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
Kind gentlemen, your
Where every day I turn the
Let us toward the King.
Think upon what hath
Our
Give me your
Think upon what hath
My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.
Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are registred,
Where euery day I turne the Leafe,
To reade them.
Let vs toward the King: thinke vpon
What hath chanc'd: and at more time,
The Interim hauing weigh'd it, let vs speake
Our free Hearts each to other.
Very gladly.
Very gladly.
Till then enough. Come, friends.
Exeunt
Till then enough. Come, friends.
Exeunt
Come friends.
Exeunt.
Act I. Scene IV. Forres. The palace.
Duncan has moved to his castle in Forres, the royal residence. His son Malcolm
arrives bringing news that the traitorous thane, Cawdor, has been executed. Macbeth and
Banquo arrive and are greeted with great gratitude by Duncan. Then Duncan proudly announces
that his eldest son Malcolm is to be his heir and the next King of Scotland without realizing that
the news really pisses off Macbeth who has other plans: The Prince of Cumberland [Malcolm]! That is a step on
which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, for in my way it lies."
Oblivious to Macbeth's ambition to be King, Duncan announces that he and his court will visit Macbeth at
his castle for an overnight stay in order to stregnthen the bonds between them.
Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, and Attendants
Are not those
Scena Quarta.
Flourish. Enter King, Lenox, Malcolme,
Donalbaine, and Attendants.
Or not those in Commission yet return'd?
My
But I have spoke with one that saw him die:
Who did report that very frankly he
Confess'd his treasons, implored your highness' pardon,
And
Nothing in his life became him
Like the leaving it; he died
10As one that had been
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As
My
Nothing in his life became him
like the leaving it. He died
as one that had been
But I haue spoke with one that saw him die:
Who did report, that very frankly hee
Confess'd his Treasons, implor'd your Highnesse Pardon,
And set forth a deepe Repentance:
Nothing in his Life became him,
Like the leauing it. Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a carelesse Trifle.
There's no
To find
He was a gentleman on whom I built
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus
O worthiest cousin!
The sin of my ingratitude even now
That swiftest
To
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.
There's no
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus
O worthiest cousin!
The sin of my ingratitude even now
To finde the Mindes construction in the Face.
He was a Gentleman, on whom I built
An absolute Trust.
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
O worthyest Cousin,
The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now
Was heauie on me. Thou art so farre before,
That swiftest Wing of Recompence is slow,
To ouertake thee. Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
That the proportion both of thanks, and payment,
Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
More is thy due, then more then all can pay.
The service and the loyalty I
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 every thing
30The service and the loyalty I
In doing it, payes it selfe.
Your Highnesse part, is to receiue our Duties:
And our Duties are to your Throne, and State,
Children, and Seruants; which doe but what they should,
By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue
And Honor.
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
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
And hold thee to my heart.
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour 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
I haue begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
That hast no lesse deseru'd, nor must be knowne
No lesse to haue done so: Let me enfold thee,
And hold thee to my Heart.
There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
There if I grow, the harvest is your own.
The Haruest is your owne.
My
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
The Prince of
Not unaccompanied, invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.
My
Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
and you whose places are the nearest, know
we will establish our estate upon
our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name
From
Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselues
In drops of sorrow. Sonnes, Kinsmen, Thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our Estate vpon
Our eldest, Malcolme, whom we name hereafter,
The Prince of Cumberland: which Honor must
Not vnaccompanied, inuest him onely,
But signes of Noblenesse, like Starres, shall shine
On all deseruers. From hence to Envernes,
And binde vs further to you.
Inverness, City in the Scottish Highlands were Macbeth had his castle.
The rest is
I'll be myself the
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So humbly
The rest is
I'll be myself the
Ile be my selfe the Herbenger, and make ioyfull
The hearing of my Wife, with your approach:
So humbly take my leaue.
My worthy Cawdor!
My worthy Cawdor!
The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
On which I must fall down, or else
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires:
Let not light see my black and
The eye
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Exit
The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step
on which I must fall down, or else
Stars, hide your fires:
let not light see my black and
Exit
On which I must fall downe, or else o're-leape,
For in my way it lyes. Starres hide your fires,
Let not Light see my black and deepe desires:
The Eye winke at the Hand: yet let that bee,
Which the Eye feares, when it is done to see.
Exit.
True, worthy Banquo; he is
And in his
It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,
Whose
Exeunt
True, worthy Banquo; he is
Exeunt
And in his commendations, I am fed:
It is a Banquet to me. Let's after him,
Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:
It is a peerelesse Kinsman.
Flourish. Exeunt.
Act I. Scene V. Inverness. Macbeth's Castle.
At Macbeth's castle at Inverness Lady Macbeth receives her husband's letter with news of
all that has happened and of King Duncan's imminent visit to the castle. Even before finishing
the letter Lady M. starts scheming how to bring the prophecies to reality and even
worries about her husband's resolve to do what is needed to be done, ...yet do I fear
thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way....
At the end of the scene Macbeth arrives home and tells his wife that the King will be
be there that night and will leave the next day.
Behind every great man there is a woman who....
Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter
They met me in the day of success: and I have
learned
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
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred
me to the coming on of time, with "Hail, king that
10shalt be!" This have I thought good to deliver
thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
mightst not lose the
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' the milk of human kindness
To catch the
Art not without ambition, but without
The
And yet wouldst wrongly win:
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.'
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the
Which fate and
To have thee crown'd
Enter a Messenger
What is your tidings?
They met me in the day of success. And I have
learned
Whiles I stood rapt in
the wonder of it, came
This have I thought good to deliver
thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
mightst not lose the
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
what thou art promised - yet do I fear thy nature:
it is too full o' the milk of human kindness
to catch the
Thou
Enter a Messenger
What is your tidings?
Scena Quinta.
Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter.
learn'd by the perfect'st report, they haue more in them, then
mortall knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them
further, they made themselues Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Missiues from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be. This
haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of
Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing
by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee. Lay
it to thy heart, and farewell.
Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promis'd: yet doe I feare thy Nature,
It is too full o'th' Milke of humane kindnesse,
To catch the neerest way. Thou would'st be great,
Art not without Ambition, but without
The illnesse should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
That would'st thou holily: would'st not play false,
And yet would'st wrongly winne.
Thould'st haue, great Glamys, that which cryes,
Thus thou must doe, if thou haue it;
And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe,
Then wishest should be vndone. High thee hither,
That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare,
And chastise with the valour of my Tongue
All that impeides thee from the Golden Round,
Which Fate and Metaphysicall ayde doth seeme
To haue thee crown'd withall.
Enter Messenger.
What is your tidings?
Inverness, City in the Scottish Highlands were Macbeth had his castle.
The King comes here tonight.
The King comes here tonight.
Is not thy master with him? who,
Would have
Is not thy Master with him? who, wer't so,
Would haue inform'd for preparation.
One of my fellows
Who almost dead for breath had scarcely more
40Than would make up his message.
One of my fellowes had the speed of him;
Who almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Then would make vp his Message.
Give him
He brings great news.
Exit Messenger
The raven himself is hoarse
That
Under
That
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
That no
Shake my
The
You wait on nature's
And
That my
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the
To cry '
Enter Macbeth
Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now
The future in the instant.
Give him
Exit Messenger
The raven himself is hoarse
that
Come, you spirits
that
Come to my woman's breasts,
Enter Macbeth
Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the
Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present and I feel now the future in the instant.
He brings great newes,
Exit Messenger.
The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,
That croakes the fatall entrance of Duncan
Vnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,
That tend on mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,
And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top-full
Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,
Stop vp th' accesse, and passage to Remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of Nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweene
Th' effect, and hit. Come to my Womans Brests,
And take my Milke for Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,
Where-euer, in your sightlesse substances,
You wait on Natures Mischiefe. Come thick Night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoake of Hell,
That my keene Knife see not the Wound it makes,
Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,
To cry, hold, hold.
Enter Macbeth.
Great Glamys, worthy Cawdor,
Greater then both, by the all-haile hereafter,
Thy Letters haue transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feele now
The future in the instant.
My dearest love,
Duncan comes here tonight.
My dearest love, Duncan comes here tonight.
Duncan comes here to Night.
And when
And when
Tomorrow, as he
Tomorrow, as he
O never,
70Shall sun that
Your face, my Thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business
Which shall to all our nights and days to come,
Give solely sovereign
O never,
shall sun that
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters.
To
Shall Sunne that Morrow see.
Your Face, my Thane, is as a Booke, where men
May reade strange matters, to beguile the time.
Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,
Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th' innocent flower,
But be the Serpent vnder't. He that's comming,
Must be prouided for: and you shall put
This Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,
Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,
Giue solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome.
We will speak further.
We will speak further.
Only look
To alter
Leave all the rest to me.
Only look
To alter fauor, euer is to feare:
Leaue all the rest to me.
Exeunt.
Act I. Scene VI. Before Macbeth's Castle.
King Duncan and the royal court arrive at the front of Macbeth's castle and admire how nice the place is before Lady Macbeth enters all kind, sweet and grateful to Duncan. Then all proceed to meet Macbeth.
Hautboys and torches. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and Attendants
This castle hath a pleasant
Unto our
This castle hath a pleasant
Scena Sexta.
Hoboyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme,
Donalbaine, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff,
Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe
Vnto our gentle sences.
This guest of summer,
The
By his
Smells
Buttress, nor
Hath made his
Where they most breed and
The air is
This guest of summer,
the
Where they most breed and
The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,
By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath
Smells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze,
Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd
The ayre is delicate.
Enter Lady Macbeth
See, see, our honour'd hostess:
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
How you shall
And thank us for your trouble.
See, see, our honour'd hostess.
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
how you shall
Enter Lady.
The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,
How you shall bid God-eyld vs for your paines,
And thanke vs for your trouble.
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble which still we thank as love, As king, I must always acknowledge my subjects' love even though doing so is a burden to me. But I must tell you that in taking trouble for me, you win God's thanks.
God 'ild, litterally 'God Yield', used in giving thanks to someone
All our service
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and single business to contend
20Against those honours deep and broad
Your majesty
And the
All our service
in every point twice done, and then done double,
were poor and single business to contend
against those honours deep and broad
For those of old,
and the
In euery point twice done, and then done double,
Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend
Against those Honors deepe, and broad,
Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:
For those of old, and the late Dignities,
Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites.
All our service in every, Even if we doubled and then doubled again what we did it would not deserve the rewards you have given us.
Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
We
To
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath
To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest tonight.
Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
We
We courst him at the heeles, and had a purpose
To be his Purueyor: But he rides well,
And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him
To his home before vs: Faire and Noble Hostesse
We are your guest to night.
Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.
Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,
Still to returne your owne.
Have theirs...to return to you, We are your servants and everything we have is yours and you may inventory it anytime and we will return what is yours when asked.
Have theirs...to return to you, We are your servants and everything we have is yours and you may inventory it anytime and we will return what is yours when asked.
Give me your hand,
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave hostess.
Exeunt
Give me your hand, conduct me to mine host. We love him highly, and shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave hostess.
Exeunt
Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly,
And shall continue, our Graces towards him.
By your leaue Hostesse.
Exeunt.
Act I. Scene VII. Macbeth's Castle.
Behind any great man there is....
Macbeth enters a great room following servants carrying preparations
for the evening's feast. After the servants leave, Macbeth contemplates how
he can speed up his destiny by killing Duncan that night. He weighs the pros
and cons and is concerned about what events will be put in motion. When
his wife enters he tells her, "We will proceed no further in this business..."
but by alternately cajoling and ridiculing her husband, Lady Macbeth convinces him
to proceed.
Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter Macbeth
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could
With his
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this
We'd
We still have judgment
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
10To plague the
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
So
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
20The
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Upon the
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
And falls on the other.
Enter Lady Macbeth
How now? What news?
30If the assassination
could
But in these cases
we still have judgment
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
I have no spur
to prick the sides of my intent, but only
vaulting ambition, which
Enter Lady Macbeth
How now? what news?
Scena Septima.
Hoboyes. Torches.
Enter a Sewer, and diuers Seruants with Dishes and Seruice
ouer the Stage. Then enter Macbeth
It were done quickly: If th' Assassination
Could trammell vp the Consequence, and catch
With his surcease, Successe: that but this blow
Might be the be all, and the end all. Heere,
But heere, vpon this Banke and Schoole of time,
Wee'ld iumpe the life to come. But in these Cases,
We still haue iudgement heere, that we but teach
Bloody Instructions, which being taught, returne
To plague th' Inuenter, this euen-handed Iustice
Commends th' Ingredience of our poyson'd Challice
To our owne lips. Hee's heere in double trust;
First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,
Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,
Who should against his Murtherer shut the doore,
Not beare the knife my selfe. Besides, this Duncane
Hath borne his Faculties so meeke; hath bin
So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues
Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd against
The deepe damnation of his taking off:
And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe,
Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd
Vpon the sightlesse Curriors of the Ayre,
Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,
That teares shall drowne the winde. I haue no Spurre
To pricke the sides of my intent, but onely
Vaulting Ambition, which ore-leapes it selfe,
And falles on th' other.
Enter Lady.
How now? What Newes?
He has almost
He has almost
Hath he ask'd for me?
Hath he ask'd for me?
We will proceed no further in this business:
He hath honour'd me of late; and I
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which
Not cast aside so soon.
We will proceed no further in this business.
He hath honour'd me of late; and I
He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
Golden Opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
Not cast aside so soone.
Was the hope drunk,
40Wherein you dress'd 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
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not'
Like the poor cat i' the
Was the hope drunk
wherein you dress'd 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
Wherein you drest your selfe? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now to looke so greene, and pale,
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd
To be the same in thine owne Act, and Valour,
As thou art in desire? Would'st thou haue that
Which thou esteem'st, the Ornament of Life,
And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?
Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,
Like the poore Cat i'th' Addage.
the poor cat in the adage, A common saying in Shakespeare's time about a cat which loved fish but was afraid to get her feet wet.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
I dare do all that may become a man,
Who dares do more, is none.
What beast
That made you
When you
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man.
Did then
Does
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn
As you have done to this.
What beast
When 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 pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, and dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you have done to this.
That made you breake this enterprize to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man:
And to be more then 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 haue made themselues, and that their fitnesse now
Do's vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this.
If we should fail?
If we should fail?
We fail!
But screw your courage to the
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep
70(
Soundly invite him) his two
Will I with wine and
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a
Their
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not
His
Of our great
We fail!
But screw your courage to the
When in
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is asleepe,
(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney
Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines
Will I with Wine, and Wassell, so conuince,
That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,
Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reason
A Lymbeck onely: when in Swinish sleepe,
Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,
What cannot you and I performe vpon
Th' vnguarded Duncan? What not put vpon
His spungie Officers? who shall beare the guilt
Of our great quell.
Bring forth men-children only:
For thy undaunted
Nothing but males. Will it not be
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
Of his own
That they have done't?
Bring forth men-children only:
for thy undaunted
For thy vndaunted Mettle should compose
Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiu'd,
When we haue mark'd with blood those sleepie two
Of his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers,
That they haue don't?
Who
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?
Who
As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore,
Vpon his Death?
I am settled, and
Each
Away, and
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Exeunt
I am settled, and
Away, and
Exeunt
Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show,
False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know.
Exeunt.
Act II
Act II. Scene I. Court of Macbeth's Castle.
Enter Banquo, and Fleance bearing a torch before him
How goes the night, boy?
How goes the night, boy?
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.Enter Banquo, and Fleance, with a Torchbefore him.
The moon is down; I have not
The moon is down; I have not
Clock.
And
And
I take't, 'tis later, sir.
I take't, 'tis later, sir.
Hold, take my sword. There's
And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers,
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature
10Gives way to in repose!
Enter Macbeth and a Servant with a torch
Give me my sword.
Who's there?
Hold, take my sword. There's
Enter Macbeth and a Servant with a torch
Give me my sword.
Who's there?
There's Husbandry in Heauen,
Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.
A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me,
And yet I would not sleepe:
Mercifull Powers, restraine in me the cursed thoughts
That Nature giues way to in repose.
Enter Macbeth, and a Seruant with a Torch.
Giue me my Sword: who's there?
A friend.
A friend.
What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's a-bed.
He hath been in unusual pleasure,
And sent forth great largess to your offices.
This diamond he greets your wife
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
In measureless content.
What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's a-bed. He hath been in unusual pleasure and sent forth great largess to your offices.
This diamond he greets your wife
He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices.
This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,
By the name of most kind Hostesse,
And shut vp in measurelesse content.
Being unprepared,
Which else should
Being unprepared,
Our will became the seruant to defect,
Which else should free haue wrought.
All's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
To you they have show'd some truth.
All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters. To you they have show'd some truth.
I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters:
To you they haue shew'd some truth.
I think not of them:
Yet, when we can
We would spend it in some words upon that business,
If you would grant the time.
I think not of them.
Yet, when we can
Yet when we can entreat an houre to serue,
We would spend it in some words vpon that Businesse,
If you would graunt the time.
At your kind'st leisure.
At your kind'st leisure.
If you shall
If you shall
When 'tis, it shall make Honor for you.
So I lose
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom
I
So I lose
In seeking to augment it, but still keepe
My Bosome franchis'd, and Allegeance cleare,
I shall be counsail'd.
Good
Good
repose, rest, sleep
Thanks, sir: the like to you!
Exeunt Banquo and Fleance
Thanks, sir: the like to you!
Exeunt Banquo and Fleance
Exit Banquo.
Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
40She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
Exit Servant
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,
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the
I see thee yet, in form as
As this which now I draw.
50Thou
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
60Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones
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.
Exit
Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, she strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
Exit Servant
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,
I see thee yet, in form as
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
and on thy blade and
It is the bloody business which
With
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.
Exit
She strike vpon the Bell. Get thee to bed.
Exit.
Is this a Dagger, which I see before me,
The Handle toward my Hand? Come, let me clutch thee:
I haue thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not fatall Vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
A Dagger of the Minde, a false Creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Braine?
I see thee yet, in forme as palpable,
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an Instrument I was to vse.
Mine Eyes are made the fooles o'th' other Sences,
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 Businesse, which informes
Thus to mine Eyes. Now o're the one halfe World
Nature seemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuse
The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,
Whose howle's his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquins rauishing sides, towards his designe
Moues like a Ghost. Thou sowre and firme-set Earth
Heare not my steps, which they may walke, for feare
Thy very stones prate of my where-about,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now sutes with it. Whiles I threat, he liues:
Words to the heat of deedes too cold breath giues.
A Bell rings.
I goe, and it is done: the Bell inuites me.
Heare it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell,
That summons thee to Heauen, or to Hell.
Exit.
Tarquin, Son of the last Roman king who raped Lucrece the result of which was the end of the Roman kingdom and the start of the Roman Republic.
sensible, real, can be touched, smelled or felt
Act II. Scene II. The Same.
Without knowing her words portent, Lady Macbeth tells her husband, "These deeds must not be thought after these ways; so, it will make us mad."
More than anything, else Macbet feels a deep regret. He finally hears knocking at the castle entrance and says, "Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!"
Enter Lady Macbeth
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
What hath
Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek'd,
The
Which
The doors are open; and the
Do
their
That death and nature do
Whether they live or die.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold:
what hath
Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek'd,
the
The doors are open and the
Scena Secunda.
Enter Lady.
What hath quench'd them, hath giuen me fire.
Hearke, peace: it was the Owle that shriek'd,
The fatall Bell-man, which giues the stern'st good-night.
He is about it, the Doores are open:
And the surfeted Groomes doe mock their charge
With Snores. I haue drugg'd their Possets,
That Death and Nature doe contend about them,
Whether they liue, or dye.
posset, a hot, spiced, milk drink curdled with wine or ale used as medicine and as a bedtime drink.
[Within]
Who's there? what, ho!
[Within]
Who's there? what, ho!
Enter Macbeth.
And 'tis not done. The 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
My husband!
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
My husband!
And 'tis not done: th' attempt, and not the deed,
Confounds vs: hearke: I lay'd their Daggers ready,
He could not misse 'em. Had he not resembled
My Father as he slept, I had don't.
My Husband?
I have done the deed:
Didst thou not hear a noise?
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
Didst thou not heare a noyse?
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak?
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Did not you speak?
Did not you speake?
When?
When?
Now.
Now.
As I descended?
As I descended?
Yes.
Yes.
Hark, who lies i' the second
Hark, who lies i' the second
Donalbain.
Donalbain.
Looking on his hands
This is a sorry sight.
Looking at his hands
This is a sorry sight.
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
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 address'd them
Again to sleep.
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 address'd them again to sleep.
And one cry'd Murther, that they did wake each other:
I stood, and heard them: But they did say their Prayers,
And addrest them againe to sleepe.
There are two lodged together.
There are two lodged together.
One cried 'God bless us,' and 'Amen' the other,
As they had seen me with these hangman's hands:
Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,'
When they did say 'God bless us.'
One cried 'God bless us,' and 'Amen' the other, as they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,' when they did say 'God bless us.'
As they had seene me with these Hangmans hands:
Listning their feare, I could not say Amen,
When they did say God blesse vs.
Consider it not so deeply.
Consider it not so deeply.
But
I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'
Stuck in my throat.
But
I had most need of Blessing, and Amen stuck in my throat.
These deeds must not be thought
After these ways: so, it will make us mad.
These deeds must not be thought after these ways: so, it will make us mad.
After these wayes: so, it will make vs mad.
Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
50Chief nourisher in life's feast,--
Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep'. The innocent sleep,
sleep that knits up the
Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast.
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'
Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house. 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more.'
Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more.
Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
You do
So
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
60Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there: go carry them; and smear
The sleepy
Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy Thane,
you do
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
You doe vnbend your Noble strength, to thinke
So braine-sickly of things: Goe get some Water,
And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand.
Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?
They must lye there: goe carry them, and smeare
The sleepie Groomes with blood.
I'll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done,
Look
I'll go no more.
I am afraid to think what I have done,
look
I am afraid, to thinke what I haue done:
Looke on't againe, I dare not.
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,
70I'll
For it must seem their guilt.
Exit.
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
Exit.
Giue me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead,
Are but as Pictures: 'tis the Eye of Childhood,
That feares a painted Deuill. If he doe bleed,
Ile guild the Faces of the Groomes withall,
For it must seeme their Guilt.
Exit.
Knocking within.
How
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
Making the green one red.
How
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
the
Knocke within.
How is't with me, when euery noyse appalls me?
What Hands are here? hah: they pluck out mine Eyes.
Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood
Cleane from my Hand? no: this my Hand will rather
The multitudinous Seas incarnardine,
Making the Greene one, Red.
Re-enter Lady Macbeth
My hands are of your colour; but I
To wear a heart so white.
Knocking within
I hear a knocking
At the south entry: retire we to our
A little water clears us of this deed:
How easy is it, then! Your
Hath left you unattended.
Knocking within
Hark! more knocking.
Get on your nightgown, lest
And show us
So poorly in your thoughts.
My hands are of your colour but I
Knocking within
I hear a knocking
at the south entry. Retire we to our
Knocking within
Hark! more knocking.
Get on your nightgown, lest
Enter Lady.
To weare a Heart so white.
Knocke.
I heare a knocking at the South entry:
Retyre we to our Chamber:
A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
How easie is it then? your Constancie
Hath left you vnattended.
Knocke.
Hearke, more knocking.
Get on your Night-Gowne, least occasion call vs,
And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost
So poorely in your thoughts.
To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
Knocking within
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
Exeunt
To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
Knocking within
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
Exeunt
Knocke.
'Twere best not know my selfe.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking:
I would thou could'st.
Exeunt.
Act II. Scene III. The Same.
While Lennox recounts how the night has been full of strange and freigtening noises, Macduff goes to wake the King and discovers the murder. As the men raise the alarm, Lady Macbeth, Banquo, Donalbain and Malcolm join the group.
Knocking within. Enter a Porter
Here's a knocking indeed! If a
man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
Knocking
Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of
Beelzebub? Here's a farmer that hanged
himself on the expectation of plenty: come in
time; have
you'll sweat
Knocking
Knock,
knock! Who's there, in the other devil's
name? Faith, here's an
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,
Knocking
Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an
English tailor come hither, for stealing out of
20a French
roast your goose.
Knocking
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
everlasting bonfire.
Knocking
Opens the gate
Here's a knocking indeed! If a
man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
Knocking
Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of
Beelzebub? Here's a farmer that hanged
himself on the expectation of plenty. Come in
time; have
Knocking
Knock,
knock! Who's there, in the other devil's
name? Faith, here's an
Knocking
Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an
English tailor come hither, for stealing out of
a French
Knocking
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
Knocking
Opens the gate
Scena Tertia.
Enter a Porter.
Knocking within.
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.
Knock.
Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there
i'th' name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd
himselfe on th' expectation of Plentie: Come in time, haue
Napkins enow about you, here you'le sweat for't.
Knock.
Knock, knock. Who's there in th' other Deuils Name?
Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason
enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
oh come in, Equiuocator.
Knock.
Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English
Taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French Hose:
Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose.
Knock.
Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this
place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
goe the Primrose way to th' euerlasting Bonfire.
Knock.
Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.
Enter Macduff and Lennox
Was it so late, friend,
That you do lie so late?
Was it so late, friend,
Enter Macduff, and Lenox.
That you doe lye so late?
Macduff, Lady MacDuff and their son, Son,
Macduff is not one of the first of the Scottish nobles to turn against Macbeth but he eventually fears for his life and fleas to England. After he leaves Lady Macduf and their children are all killed. He is enraged by his family's brutal murder, in no small part because he had abandoned them, and swears to personally kill Macbeth, which he does near the end of the play. Macbeth famously tells him to fight him with "lay on Macduff".
Lady Macduff is prominent in a scene at Macduff's castle (Act IV Scene II) when Ross informs Lady Macduff that her husband has fled to England and hints that she and her family might be in mortal danger. At the end of the scene she and all her children are murdered by Macbeths hired murderers.
'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
provoker of three things.
'Faith sir, we were carousing till the second cock. And drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things.
What three things does drink especially provoke?
What three things does drink especially provoke?
prouoke?
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
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.
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
Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes: it prouokes
the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore
much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Lecherie:
it makes him, and it marres him; it sets him on,
and it takes him off; it perswades him, and dis-heartens
him; makes him stand too, and not stand too: in conclusion,
equiuocates him in a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,
leaues him.
marry, A corruption of 'Mary, the Mother of Jesus' equivalent to 'by Mary,' and used as a petty oath. Used to express
- indignant surprise
- affirmation of anything, 'indeed' or 'to be sure'
- contempt
and more...
Sometimes employed in order to avoid laws against profane swearing. KickAssGloss DeightonRJ
Expresses something like today's 'Holy Cow!'
I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
me: but I
think, being too strong for him, though he took
yet I
That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
me. But I
requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong
for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I
made a Shift to cast him.
Is thy master stirring?
Enter Macbeth
Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.
Is thy master stirring?
Enter Macbeth
Our knocking has awaked him - here he comes.
Enter Macbeth.
Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes.
Good
Good
Good
Good
Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
Is the King stirring, worthy thane?
Not yet.
Not yet.
He did command me to call timely on him:
I have almost
He did command me to call timely on him.
I have almost
I haue almost slipt the houre.
I'll bring you to him.
I'll bring you to him.
I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
But yet 'tis one.
I know this is a joyful trouble to you, but yet 'tis one.
But yet 'tis one.
The labour we delight in
This is the door.
The labour we delight in
This is the Doore.
I'll make so bold to call,
For 'tis my limited service.
Exit
I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my limited service.
Exit
seruice.
Exit Macduffe.
Goes the King
Goes the King
He does: he did
He does. He did
The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
70Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death,
And
Of
New hatch'd to the woeful time: the
Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
Was feverous and did shake.
The night has been unruly. Where we lay,
our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death
and
Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th' Ayre;
Strange Schreemes of Death,
And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
New hatch'd toth' wofull time.
The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
Some say, the Earth was Feuorous,
And did shake.
'Twas a rough night.
'Twas a rough night.
A fellow to it.
Enter Macduff
O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
80Cannot conceive nor name thee!
O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!
Enter Macduff.
Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.
What's the matter.
What's the matter.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole
The life o' the building!
Exeunt
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke
Exeunt
Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope
The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence
The Life o'th' Building.
What is 't you say? the life?
What is 't you say, the life?
Mean you his majesty?
Mean you his majesty?
Approach
With a new
See, and then speak yourselves.
Exeunt Macbeth and Lennox
Awake, awake!
Ring the
Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
Shake off this
And look on death itself! up, up, and see
As from your graves rise up, and walk like
To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.
Approach
Exeunt Macbeth and Lennox
Awake, awake!
Ring the
Shake off this
As from your graves rise up and walk like
With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake:
See, and then speake your selues: awake, awake,
Exeunt. Macbeth and Lenox.
Ring the Alarum Bell: Murther, and Treason,
Banquo, and Donalbaine: Malcolme awake,
Shake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit,
And looke on Death it selfe: vp, vp, and see
The great Doomes Image: Malcolme, Banquo,
As from your Graues rise vp, and walke like Sprights,
To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.
Gorgon, In Greek mythology a monster whose appearance was so horrible that just looking at it would turn a person into stone.
Gorgon at Wikipedia.
Bell rings
Enter Lady Macbeth
What's the business,
100That such a hideous trumpet calls to
The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!
What's the business
that such a hideous trumpet calls to
Bell rings. Enter Lady.
That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the House? speake, speake.
O gentle lady,
'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
The repetition, in a woman's ear,
Would murder
Enter Banquo
O Banquo, Banquo,
Our royal master 's murder'd!
O gentle lady,
'tis not for you to hear what I can speak.
The repetition, in a woman's ear,
would murder
Enter Banquo
O Banquo, Banquo, our royal master 's murder'd!
'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:
The repetition in a Womans eare,
Would murther as it fell.
Enter Banquo.
O Banquo, Banquo, Our Royall Master's murther'd.
Woe, alas!
What, in our house?
Woe, alas! What, in our house?
What, in our House?
Too cruel anywhere.
Dear Duff, I
And say it is not so.
Too cruel anywhere.
Dear Duff, I
Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
Enter Macbeth and Lennox, with Ross
Had I but died an hour before this chance,
I had lived a blessed 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
Is left this
Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed 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
Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse.
I had liu'd a blessed time: for from this instant,
There's nothing serious in Mortalitie:
All is but Toyes: Renowne and Grace is dead,
The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees
Is left this Vault, to brag of.
Enter Malcolm and Donalbain
What is amiss?
What is amiss?
Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine.
You are, and do not know't:
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
You are, and do not know't.
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood is stopp'd. The very source of it is stopp'd.
The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood
Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt.
Your royal father 's murder'd.
Your royal father 's murder'd.
O, by whom?
O, by whom?
Their hands and faces
So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
Upon their pillows:
They stared, and were
Was to be trusted with them.
Exeunt
Exeunt
Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood,
So were their Daggers, which vnwip'd, we found
Vpon their Pillowes: they star'd, and were distracted,
No mans Life was to be trusted with them.
O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.
O, yet I do repent me of my fury that I did kill them.
That I did kill them.
Who can be wise, amazed,
Loyal and neutral,
The
Outrun the
His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
And his
For ruin's
Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to
Who can be wise, amazed,
The
Who could refrain
that had a heart to love, and in that heart
curage to
Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment? No man:
Th' expedition of my violent Loue
Out-run the pawser, Reason. Here lay Duncan,
His Siluer skinne, lac'd with His Golden Blood,
And his gash'd Stabs, look'd like a Breach in Nature,
For Ruines wastfull entrance: there the Murtherers,
Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade; their Daggers
Vnmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refraine,
That had a heart to loue; and in that heart,
Courage, to make's loue knowne?
Help me
Help me
Look to the lady.
Look to the lady.
[Aside to Donalbain]
Why do we hold our tongues,
That most may claim this
[Aside to Donalbain]
Why do we hold our tongues,
that most may claim this
That most may clayme this argument for ours?
[Aside to Malcolm]
Where our fate, hid in
May rush, and seize us? Let 's away;
Our tears are not yet brew'd.
[Aside to Malcolm]
Where our fate, hid in
Where our Fate hid in an augure hole,
May rush, and seize vs? Let's away,
Our Teares are not yet brew'd.
[Aside to Donalbain]
Nor our strong sorrow
Upon the foot of motion.
[Aside to Donalbain]
Nor our strong sorrow
upon the foot of motion.
Vpon the foot of Motion.
Look to the lady:
Lady Macbeth is carried out
And when we have our
That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
And question this most bloody piece of work,
To know it further. Fears and
In the great hand of God I stand; and
Against the
Of treasonous malice.
Look to the lady.
Lady Macbeth is carried out
And when we have our
In the great hand of God I stand; and
And when we haue our naked Frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,
And question this most bloody piece of worke,
To know it further. Feares and scruples shake vs:
In the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,
Against the vndivulg'd pretence, I fight
Of Treasonous Mallice.
And so do I.
And so do I.
So all.
So all.
Let's
And meet i' the hall together.
Let's
And meet i'th' Hall together.
Exeunt.
Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.
What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
To show an unfelt sorrow is an
Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
What will you do? Let's not consort with them.
To show an unfelt sorrow is an
Let's not consort with them:
To shew an vnfelt Sorrow, is an Office
Which the false man do's easie.
Ile to England.
To Ireland, I; our
Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
There's daggers in men's smiles:
To Ireland, I. Our
Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:
Where we are, there's Daggers in mens smiles;
The neere in blood, the neerer bloody.
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
But shift away: there's
Which steals itself, when there's
Exeunt
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
There's
Exeunt
Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,
Is to auoid the ayme. Therefore to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
Exeunt.
Act II. Scene IV. Outside Macbeth's Castle.
Macduff enters and agreeing that times are troubled, announces that Macbeth is already on his way Scone to be crowned the new king.
Enter Ross and an old Man
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hath
Scena Quarta.
Enter Rosse, with an Old man.
Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
Hath trifled former knowings.
Ah, good father,
Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?
Ah, good father,
thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
threaten his bloody stage. By the clock, 'tis day, and yet dark night strangles the
Thou seest the Heauens, as troubled with mans Act,
Threatens his bloody Stage: byth' Clock 'tis Day,
And yet darke Night strangles the trauailing Lampe:
Is't Nights predominance, or the Dayes shame,
That Darknesse does the face of Earth intombe,
When liuing Light should kisse it?
'Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
A falcon,
Was by a mousing owl
'Tis unnatural,
even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last
a falcon,
Euen like the deed that's done: On Tuesday last,
A Faulcon towring in her pride of place,
Was by a Mowsing Owle hawkt at, and kill'd.
And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
Beauteous and swift, the
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
War with mankind.
And Duncan's horses -- a thing most strange and certain --
beauteous and swift, the
(A thing most strange, and certaine)
Beauteous, and swift, the Minions of their Race,
Turn'd wilde in nature, broke their stalls, flong out,
Contending 'gainst Obedience, as they would
Make Warre with Mankinde.
'Tis said they eat each other.
'Tis said they eat each other.
They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
That look'd
Enter Macduff
How goes the world, sir, now?
They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
that look'd
Enter Macduff
How goes the world, sir, now?
To th' amazement of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
Enter Macduffe.
Heere comes the good Macduffe.
How goes the world Sir, now?
Why, see you not?
Why, see you not?
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Alas, the day!
What good could they
Alas, the day!
What good could they
What good could they pretend?
They were
Malcolm and Donalbain, the King's two sons,
Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.
They were
Malcolme, and Donalbaine the Kings two Sonnes
Are stolne away and fled, which puts vpon them
Suspition of the deed.
'Gainst nature still!
Thriftless ambition, that wilt
Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
'Gainst nature still!
Thriftless ambition, that wilt
Thriftlesse Ambition, that will rauen vp
Thine owne liues meanes: Then 'tis most like,
The Soueraignty will fall vpon Macbeth.
He is already named, and gone to Scone
To be invested.
He is already named, and gone to Scone to be invested.
To be inuested.
Scone, traditional place in medieval Scotland where Kings were crowned. More at Wikipedia.
Where is Duncan's body?
Where is Duncan's body?
Carried to Colmekill,
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.
Carried to Colmekill, the sacred storehouse of his predecessors and guardian of their bones.
The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,
And Guardian of their Bones.
Will you to Scone?
Will you to Scone?
No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Well, I will thither.
Well, I will thither.
Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.
Well, may you see things well done there, adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.
Least our old Robes sit easier then our new.
Farewell, father.
Farewell, father.
God's
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
Exeunt
God's
Exeunt
That would make good of bad, and Friends of Foes.
Exeunt. omnes
Act III
Act III. Scene I. Forres. The palace.
Banquo is quickly joined by King Macbeth, his wife, Lennox, Ross and other members of the royal court.
Macbeth and his Queen greet Banquo warmly who tells them that he must leave for the day but will be
back for that night's feast celebrating the new King.
After everyone else has left the hall Macbeth meets with two murders he hires to kill Banquo and
Banquo's son, Fleance, while they are away from the palace.
Enter Banquo
Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promised, and, I fear,
Thou
It
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,
10And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.
Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
as the weird women promised, and, I fear,
thou
Yet it was said
it
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
Enter Banquo.
As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feare
Thou playd'st most fowly for't: yet it was saide
It should not stand in thy Posterity,
But that my selfe should be the Roote, and Father
Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their Speeches shine,
Why by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope. But hush, no more.
Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth, as king, Lady Macbeth, as queen, Lennox, Ross, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants
Here's our chief guest.
Here's our chief guest.
Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox, Rosse, Lords, and Attendants.
If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And
If he had been forgotten,
it had been as a gap in our great feast,
and
It had bene as a gap in our great Feast,
And all-thing vnbecomming.
Tonight we hold a
And I'll request your presence.
Tonight we hold a
And Ile request your presence.
Let your highness
Command upon me; to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
20For ever knit.
Let your highness command upon me, to the which my duties are with a most indissoluble tie for ever knit.
Command vpon me, to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tye
For euer knit.
to the which...For ever knit. "My duty will be forever tied to doing whatever you command."
Ride you this afternoon?
Ride you this afternoon?
Ay, my good lord.
Ay, my good lord.
Which still hath been both
In this day's council; but we'll take tomorrow.
(Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous)
In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.
Is't farre you ride?
As far, my Lord, as will fill up the time
I must become a borrower of the night
30For a dark hour or
As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
'Twixt this, and Supper. Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine.
Fail not our feast.
Fail not our feast.
My Lord, I will not.
My lord, I will not.
We hear
In England and in Ireland, not confessing
Their cruel
With strange
When
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
We hear
Goes Fleance with you?
In England, and in Ireland, not confessing
Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
With strange inuention. But of that to morrow,
When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State,
Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:
Adieu, till you returne at Night.
Goes Fleance with you?
Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon us. .
Ay, my good lord, our time does call
I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
Exit Banquo
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night: to make
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
Till supper-time alone:
Exeunt all but Macbeth, and an attendant
Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
Our pleasure?
I wish your horses swift and sure of foot and so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
Exit Banquo
Let every man be master of his time
till seven at night. To make
Exeunt all but Macbeth, and an attendant
Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men our pleasure?
And so I doe commend you to their backs.
Farwell.
Exit Banquo.
Let euery man be master of his time,
Till seuen at Night, to make societie
The sweeter welcome:
We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone:
While then, God be with you.
Exeunt. Lords.
Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
Our pleasure?
They are, my Lord, without the palace gate.
They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
Gate.
Bring them before us.
Exit Attendant
To be thus is nothing;
But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo
Stick
Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;
And, to that
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in
Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
My
Mark Antony's was by
When first they put the name of King upon me,
And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my
No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
For Banquo's
For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
70Put
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
Rather than so, come fate into the
And
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers
Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
Exit Attendant
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
Bring them before us.
Exit Attendant
To be thus is nothing;
but to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo
stick
There is none but he
whose being I do fear. And, under him,
my
He
If 't be so,
for Banquo's
Rather than so, come fate into the
Who's there!
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers
Now go to the door and stay there till we call.
Exit Attendant
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
Exit Seruant.
To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus
Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that
Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,
And to that dauntlesse temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie. There is none but he,
Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,
My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said
Mark Anthonies was by Caesar. He chid the Sisters,
When first they put the Name of King vpon me,
And bad them speake to him. Then Prophet-like,
They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings.
Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitlesse Crowne,
And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe,
Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand,
No Sonne of mine succeeding: if't be so,
For Banquo's Issue haue I fil'd my Minde,
For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd,
Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace
Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell
Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,
To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings.
Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst,
And champion me to th' vtterance.
Who's there?
Enter Seruant, and two Murtherers.
Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call.
Exit Seruant.
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
It was, so please your highness.
It was, so please your highness.
Well then, now
80Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
That it was he in the times past which held you
Our innocent self: this I made good to you
In our last conference, pass'd in
How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,
the instruments,
Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
To
Say 'Thus did Banquo.'
Well then, now
have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
that it was he in the times past which held you
This I made good to you
in our last conference, pass'd in
Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:
Know, that it was he, in the times past,
Which held you so vnder fortune,
Which you thought had been our innocent selfe.
This I made good to you, in our last conference,
Past in probation with you:
How you were borne in hand, how crost:
The Instruments: who wrought with them:
And all things else, that might
To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,
Say, Thus did Banquo.
You made it known to us.
You made it known to us.
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
To pray for this good man and for his issue,
Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave
And beggar'd yours for ever?
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
And went further, which is now
Our point of second meeting.
Doe you finde your patience so predominant,
In your nature, that you can let this goe?
Are you so Gospell'd, to pray for this good man,
And for his Issue, whose heauie hand
Hath bow'd you to the Graue, and begger'd
Yours for euer?
We are men, my liege.
We are men, my liege.
Ay, in the
As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels,
All by the name of dogs: the valued
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath
Particular addition. from the
That writes them all alike: and
Now, if you have a station in the file,
110Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;
And I will put
Whose execution takes your enemy off,
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
Ay, in the
The valued
And
Now, if you have a station in the file,
not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't
and I will put
As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres,
Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolues are clipt
All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The House-keeper, the Hunter, euery one
According to the gift, which bounteous Nature
Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue
Particular addition, from the Bill,
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
Now, if you haue a station in the file,
Not i'th' worst ranke of Manhood, say't,
And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes,
Whose execution takes your Enemie off,
Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,
Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,
Which in his Death were perfect.
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to
I am one, my liege,
whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
have so incensed that I am reckless what
i do to
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath so incens'd, that I am recklesse what I doe,
To spight the World.
And I another
So weary with disasters,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid
And I another
so weary with disasters,
So wearie with Disasters, tugg'd with Fortune,
That I would set my Life on any Chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.
Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy.
Both of you know Banquo was your enemy.
True, my Lord.
True, my lord.
So is he mine; and in such bloody
That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my
With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
And
For certain friends that are both his and mine,
Whose loves I may not drop, but
Who I myself struck down; and
That I to your assistance do
Masking the business from the common eye
For sundry weighty reasons.
So is he mine. And in such bloody
And though I could
with barefaced power sweep him from my sight
and
That euery minute of his being, thrusts
Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
That I to your assistance doe make loue,
Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
For sundry weightie Reasons.
in such bloody distance, the allusion is to fencing and the distance at which blood can be drawn by an opponet's sword
We shall, my Lord,
Perform what you command us.
We shall, my lord, perform what you command us.
Performe what you command vs.
Though our lives--
Though our lives.
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' the time,
The moment
And
That I require a
To leave no
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
150Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves
I'll come to you
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' the time,
the moment
And with him --
to leave no
Resolve yourselves
Within this houre, at most,
I will aduise you where to plant your selues,
Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,
The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,
And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,
That I require a clearenesse; and with him,
To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:
Fleans , his Sonne, that keepes him companie,
Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me,
Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate
Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,
Ile come to you anon.
We are resolved, my Lord.
We are resolved, my lord.
I'll call upon you
Exeunt Murderers
It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out tonight.
Exit
I'll call upon you
Exeunt Murderers
It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight if it find heaven, must find it out tonight.
Exit
It is concluded: Banquo, thy Soules flight,
If it finde Heauen, must finde it out to Night.
Exeunt.
Act III. Scene II. The palace.
Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant
Is Banquo gone from court?
Is Banquo gone from court?
Scena Secunda.
Enter Macbeths Lady, and a Seruant.
Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.
Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.
For a few words.
For a few words.
Madam, I will.
Madam, I will.
Exit.
Where our desire is got without
'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,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without
Should be without regard: what's done is done.
Enter Macbeth
How now, my lord! Why do you keep alone,
Things without
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
Then by destruction dwell in doubtfull ioy.
Enter Macbeth.
How now, my Lord, why doe you keepe alone?
Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making,
Vsing those Thoughts, which should indeed haue dy'd
With them they thinke on: things without all remedie
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
We have
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former
But let the
worlds suffer,
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
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
30Can touch him further.
We have
But let the
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
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.
Shee'le close, and be her selfe, whilest our poore Mallice
Remaines in danger of her former Tooth.
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the affliction of these terrible Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
Duncane is in his Graue:
After Lifes fitfull Feuer, he sleepes well,
Treason ha's done his worst: nor Steele, nor Poyson,
Mallice domestique, forraine Leuie, nothing,
Can touch him further.
Come on;
Gentle my Lord,
Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.
Come on. Gentle my lord,
Gentle my Lord, sleeke o're your rugged Lookes,
Be bright and Iouiall among your Guests to Night.
So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
Let your
Unsafe the while, that we must lave
Our honours in these flattering streams,
And make our faces
Disguising what they are.
Shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you.
Let so your remembrance apply to Banquo.
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo,
Present him Eminence, both with Eye and Tongue:
Vnsafe the while, that wee must laue
Our Honors in these flattering streames,
And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts,
Disguising what they are.
You must leave this.
You must leave this.
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance lives.
Thou know'st, that Banquo and his Fleans liues.
But in them nature's copy's not
But in them nature's copy's not
There's comfort yet; they
Then be thou
His
The
Hath rung night's
A deed of dreadful note.
There's comfort yet: they
Then be thou iocund: ere the Bat hath flowne
His Cloyster'd flight, ere to black Heccats summons
The shard-borne Beetle, with his drowsie hums,
Hath rung Nights yawning Peale,
There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note.
What's to be done?
What's to be done?
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest
Till thou applaud the deed. Come,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me
Makes wing to the
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
60While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by
So
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Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; while night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
things bad begun make strong themselves by
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Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,
Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day,
And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand
Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,
Which keepes me pale. Light thickens,
And the Crow makes Wing toth' Rookie Wood:
Good things of Day begin to droope, and drowse,
Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey's doe rowse.
Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,
Things bad begun, make strong themselues by ill:
So prythee goe with me.
Exeunt.
prithee, litterally, 'pray you' or 'pray you please'
Act III. Scene III. A park near the palace.
Enter three Murderers
But who did bid thee join with us?
But who did bid thee join with us?
Scena Tertia.
Enter three Murtherers.
Macbeth.
Macbeth.
He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
Our offices and what we have to do
To the
He needs not our mistrust since he delivers
our offices and what we have to do
to the
Our Offices, and what we haue to doe,
To the direction iust.
Then stand with us.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated traveller
The subject of our watch.
Then stand with us.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller
The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day.
Now spurres the lated Traueller apace,
To gayne the timely Inne, and neere approches
The subiect of our Watch.
Hark! I hear horses.
Hark! I hear horses.
[Within]
Give us a light there, ho!
[Within]
Give us a light there, ho!
Then 'tis he: the rest
That are
Already are i' the court.
Then 'tis he. The rest
that are
The rest, that are within the note of expectation,
Alreadie are i'th' Court.
His horses go about.
His horses go about.
Almost a mile: but he does usually,
So all men do, from
Make it their walk.
Almost a mile. But he does usually,
so all men do, from
So all men doe, from hence toth' Pallace Gate
Make it their Walke.
A light, a light!
A light, a light!
Enter Banquo and Fleans, with a Torch.
Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch
'Tis he.
'Tis he.
Stand to't.
Stand to't.
It will be rain tonight.
It will be rain tonight.
Let it come down.
Let it come down.
They set upon Banquo
O, treachery!
Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Thou mayst revenge.
Dies. Fleance escapes
O, treachery!
Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Dies. Fleance escapes
Flye good Fleans, flye, flye, flye,
Thou may'st reuenge. O Slaue!
Who did strike out the light?
Who did strike out the light?
Wast not the way?
Wast not the way?
There's
There's
We have lost
Best half of our affair.
We have lost best half of our affair.
Best halfe of our Affaire.
Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
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Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
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Act III. Scene IV. The same. Hall in the palace.
Macbeth is concerned that Macduff didn’t come to the state dinner and decides to visit the weird sisters the next day.
A banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants
You know your own
And last the hearty welcome.
You know your own
Scaena Quarta.
Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rosse, Lenox,
Lords, and Attendants.
At first and last, the hearty welcome.
Thanks to your majesty.
Thanks to your majesty.
Ourself will mingle with
And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps
We will require her
Ourself will mingle with
And play the humble Host:
Our Hostesse keepes her State, but in best time
We will require her welcome.
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
For my heart speaks they are welcome.
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends for my heart speaks they are welcome.
For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
First Murderer appears at the door
See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:
Be large in
The table round.
Approaching the door
There's blood on thy face.
See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
Both sides are even. Here I'll sit i' the midst.
Be large in
Approaching the door
There's blood on thy face.
Enter first Murtherer.
Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
The Table round. There's blood vpon thy face.
'Tis Banquo's then.
'Tis Banquo's then.
'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he
'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he
Is he dispatch'd?
My Lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
My lord, his throat is cut, that I did for him.
Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good
20That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art
Thou art the best o' the cut-throats. Yet he's good
that did the like for Fleance. If thou didst it,
thou art
Yet hee's good that did the like for Fleans:
If thou did'st it, thou art the Non-pareill.
Most royal sir,
Fleance is
Most royal sir,
Fleance is
Fleans is scap'd.
Then comes my
Whole as the marble,
As broad and general as the casing air:
But now I am cabin'd,
To
Then comes my
But now I am cabin'd,
I had else beene perfect;
Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,
As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:
But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in
To sawcy doubts, and feares. But Banquo's safe?
Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
30With twenty
The least a death to nature.
Ay, my good lord. Safe in a ditch he bides,
with twenty
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a Death to Nature.
Thanks for that:
There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: tomorrow
We'll
Exit Murderer
Thanks for that.
There the grown serpent lies. The worm that's fled hath nature that in time will venom breed - no teeth for the present.
Get thee gone. Tomorrow
we'll
Exit Murderer
There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fled
Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed,
No teeth for th' present. Get thee gone, to morrow
Wee'l heare our selues againe.
Exit Murderer.
My royal lord,
You do not
That is not often
'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;
From
Meeting were bare without it.
My royal lord,
you do not
You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is sold
That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making:
'Tis giuen, with welcome: to feede were best at home:
From thence, the sawce to meate is Ceremony,
Meeting were bare without it.
Sweet remembrancer!
Now, good digestion
And health on both!
Sweet remembrancer!
Now, good digestion
Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeths place.
Now good digestion waite on Appetite,
And health on both.
remembrancer, a person who reminds others
May't please your highness sit.
May't please your highness sit.
The Ghost of Banquo enters, and sits in Macbeth's place
Here had we now our country's
Were the
Who may I rather challenge for
Than pity for
Here had we now our country's
Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:
Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse,
Then pitty for Mischance.
His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
To grace us with your royal company.
His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness to grace us with your royal company.
Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your Highnesse
To grace vs with your Royall Company?
The table's full.
The table's full.
Here is a place reserved, sir.
Here is a place reserved, sir.
Where?
Where?
Here, my good lord. What
Here, my good lord. What
What is't that moues your Highnesse?
Which of you have done this?
Which of you have done this?
What, my good lord?
What, my good lord?
Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake thy gory locks at me.
Thy goary lockes at me.
Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
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
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
And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe Seat,
The fit is momentary, vpon a thought
He will againe be well. If much you note him
You shall offend him, and extend his Passion,
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
70Which might appall the devil.
Ay, and a bold one that dare look on that which might appall the devil.
Which might appall the Diuell.
This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the
Led you to Duncan. O,
Impostors to true fear, would well become
A woman's story at a winter's fire,
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.
O,
Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, you look but on a stool.
This is the very painting of your feare:
This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said
Led you to Duncan. O, these flawes and starts
(Impostors to true feare) would well become
A womans story, at a Winters fire
Authoriz'd by her Grandam: shame it selfe,
Why do you make such faces? When all's done
You looke but on a stoole.
Behold! look! lo! how say you?
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
If
Those that we bury back, our monuments
Shall be the
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
If
Behold, looke, loe, how say you:
Why what care I, if thou canst nod, speake too.
If Charnell houses, and our Graues must send
Those that we bury, backe; our Monuments
Shall be the Mawes of Kytes.
kite bird, Kites are raptors with long wings and weak legs which spend a great deal of time soaring. Most feed mostly on carrion and live prey.
Ghost of Banquo vanishes
What,
What,
If I stand here, I saw him.
If I stand here, I saw him.
Blood hath been shed
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 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.
Blood hath been shed
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
I, and since too, Murthers haue bene perform'd
Too terrible for the eare. The times has bene,
That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
And there an end: But now they rise againe
With twenty mortall murthers on their crownes,
And push vs from our stooles. This is more strange
Then such a murther is.
My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do
My worthy lord,
your noble friends do
Your Noble Friends do lacke you.
I do forget.
Do not
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.
I drink to the general joy o' the 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.
I do forget.
Do not
Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends,
I haue a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, loue and health to all,
Then Ile sit downe: Giue me some Wine, fill full:
Enter Ghost.
I drinke to th' generall ioy o'th' whole Table,
And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:
Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,
And all to all.
Our duties, and the pledge.
Our duties, and the pledge.
Re-enter Ghost of Banquo
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no
Which thou dost glare with!
Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with.
Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
Think of this, good peers,
but as a thing of
But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,
Onely it spoyles the pleasure of the time.
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The
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,
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible
Unreal
Ghost of Banquo vanishes
Why, so: being gone,
I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
What man dare, I dare.
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
the
Hence, horrible
Ghost of Banquo vanishes
Why, so? Being gone I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare,
The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hircan Tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firme Nerues
Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If trembling I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible shadow,
Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why so, being gone
I am a man againe: pray you sit still.
You have displaced the
With most
You have displaced the
Broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder.
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me
Even to the
When now I
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine is blanched with fear.
Can such things be,
and overcome us like a summer's cloud
without our special wonder? You make me
And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our speciall wonder? You make me strange
Euen to the disposition that I owe,
When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,
When mine is blanch'd with feare.
What sights, my lord?
What sights, my lord?
I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
Question enrages him. At once, good night:
140But go at once.
I pray you, speak not - he grows worse and worse,
question enrages him. At once good night.
Question enrages him: at once, goodnight.
Stand not vpon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Good night; and better health
Good night, and better health
Attend his Maiesty.
A kind good night to all!
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A kind good night to all!
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Exit Lords.
It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
By magot-pies and
The
It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak,
Blood will haue Blood:
Stones haue beene knowne to moue, & Trees to speake:
Augures, and vnderstood Relations, haue
By Maggot Pyes, & Choughes, & Rookes brought forth
The secret'st man of Blood. What is the night?
jackdaws and rooks, both different types of crows
Almost at
Almost at
How say'st thou, that Macduff
At our
How say'st thou, that Macduff
At our great bidding.
Did you send to him, sir?
Did you send to him, sir?
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
And
More shall they speak; for now I am
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
160All causes shall give way: I am in
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted
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
I am in
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand,
which must be acted
There's not a one of them but in his house
I keepe a Seruant Feed. I will to morrow
(And betimes I will) to the weyard Sisters.
More shall they speake: for now I am bent to know
By the worst meanes, the worst, for mine owne good,
All causes shall giue way. I am in blood
Stept in so farre, that should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go ore:
Strange things I haue in head, that will to hand,
Which must be acted, ere they may be scand.
You lack the
You lack the
season, In Shakespeare's time and earlier, seasonings were used to keep food fresh just as sleep keeps the human body 'fresh'.
Come, we'll to sleep. My
Is the
We are yet but young indeed.
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Come, we'll to sleep. My
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Is the initiate feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
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Act III. Scene V. A Heath.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting Hecate
Why how now Hecate! you look
Why how now Hecate! You look
Scena Quinta.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting
Hecat.
Have I not reason,
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
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
10And,
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
Meet me i' the morning: thither he
Will come to know his destiny:
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your
Unto a
Great business must be wrought
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a
I'll catch it
And that distill'd by magic
Shall raise such
As by the strength of their
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
30He shall
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know,
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,'
Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and
Exit
Have I not reason,
But make amends now. Get you gone
and at the pit of
I'll catch it
Music and a song within: 'Come away, come way,'
Hark! I am call'd. My little spirit, see,
sits in a foggy cloud and
Exit
Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare
To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,
In Riddles, and Affaires of death;
And I the Mistris of your Charmes,
The close contriuer of all harmes,
Was neuer call'd to beare my part,
Or shew the glory of our Art?
And which is worse, all you haue done
Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne,
Spightfull, and wrathfull, who (as others do)
Loues for his owne ends, not for you.
But make amends now: Get you gon,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meete me i'th' Morning: thither he
Will come, to know his Destinie.
Your Vessels, and your Spels prouide,
Your Charmes, and euery thing beside;
I am for th' Ayre: This night Ile spend
Vnto a dismall, and a Fatall end.
Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone.
Vpon the Corner of the Moone
There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,
Ile catch it ere it come to ground;
And that distill'd by Magicke slights,
Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights,
As by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his Confusion.
He shall spurne Fate, scorne Death, and beare
His hopes 'boue Wisedome, Grace, and Feare:
And you all know, Security
Is Mortals cheefest Enemie.
Musicke, and a Song.
Hearke, I am call'd: my little Spirit see
Sits in Foggy cloud, and stayes for me.
Sing within. Come away, come away, &c.
Acheron, In Greek mythology a river or lake that led to the underworld. Here Hecate uses the name for a body of water near Macbeth's castle.
Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.
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Come let's make haste, she'll soon be back again.
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Backe againe.
Exeunt.
Act III. Scene VI. Forres. The palace.
Enter Lennox and another Lord
My former speeches
Which can interpret further: only, I say,
Things have been
Was pitied of Macbeth:
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,
For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.
Who cannot
It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
10To kill their gracious father? damned
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not
In pious rage the two delinquents tear,
That were the slaves of drink and
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
For 'twould have anger'd 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,
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
But, peace! for from
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear
Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell
Where he
My former speeches
Who cannot
But peace, for from
Scaena Sexta.
Enter Lenox, and another Lord.
Haue but hit your Thoughts
Which can interpret farther: Onely I say
Things haue bin strangely borne. The gracious Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
It was for Malcolme, and for Donalbane
To kill their gracious Father? Damned Fact,
How it did greeue Macbeth? Did he not straight
In pious rage, the two delinquents teare,
That were the Slaues of drinke, and thralles of sleepe?
Was not that Nobly done? I, and wisely too:
For 'twould haue anger'd any heart aliue
To heare the men deny't. So that I say,
He ha's borne all things well, and I do thinke,
That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key,
(As, and't please Heauen he shall not) they should finde
What 'twere to kill a Father: So should Fleans.
But peace; for from broad words, and cause he fayl'd
His presence at the Tyrants Feast, I heare
Macduffe liues in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
Where he bestowes himselfe?
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
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 honours:
All which we pine for now: and this report
Hath so exasperate the King that he
40Prepares for some
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
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the maleuolence of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduffe
Is gone, to pray the Holy King, vpon his ayd
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward,
That by the helpe of these (with him aboue)
To ratifie the Worke) we may againe
Giue to our Tables meate, sleepe to our Nights:
Free from our Feasts, and Banquets bloody kniues;
Do faithfull Homage, and receiue free Honors,
All which we pine for now. And this report
Hath so exasperate their King, that hee
Prepares for some attempt of Warre.
Northumberland and Siward, English generals willing to help Malcolm
pious Edward, 'Edward the Confessor' was King of England during Macbeth's time. He was known for being very religious and even for having the ability to cure the sick.
Sent he to Macduff?
Sent he to Macduff?
He did: and with
The
And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time
That
He did. And with
The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer.
And that well might
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
His wisdom can provide. Some holy
Fly to the court of England and unfold
50His message
May soon return to this our suffering country
Under a
And that well might
advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
his wisdom can provide. Some holy
Aduise him to a Caution, t' hold what distance
His wisedome can prouide. Some holy Angell
Flye to the Court of England, and vnfold
His Message ere he come, that a swift blessing
May soone returne to this our suffering Country,
Vnder a hand accurs'd.
I'll send my prayers with him.
Exeunt
I'll send my prayers with him.
Exeunt
Exeunt.
Act IV
Act IV. Scene I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches
Thrice the
Thrice the
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
Thrice and once the
Thrice and once the
Harpier, Possibly the name of the witch's familiar spirit just like the gray cat (Graymalkin) and the toad (Paddock) in the first scene
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Boil thou first i' the
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Boil thou first i' the
In the poysond Entrailes throw
Toad, that vnder cold stone,
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:
Sweltred Venom sleeping got,
Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot.
Toad...venom sleeping got, venom from the sweat of a toad that has been sleeping under a cold stone for thirty-one days
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Lizard's leg and
For a
Like a
Fillet of a
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Lizard's leg and
For a
Like a
In the Cauldron boyle and bake:
Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge,
Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge:
Adders Forke, and Blinde-wormes Sting,
Lizards legge, and Howlets wing:
For a Charme of powrefull trouble,
Like a Hell-broth, boyle and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch's mummy,
Of the
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
30Finger of birth-strangled babe
Make the gruel thick and
Add thereto a tiger's
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch's mummy,
Of the
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Make the gruel thick and
Add thereto a tiger's
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe
Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke:
Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th' darke:
Liuer of Blaspheming Iew,
Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew,
Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse:
Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips:
Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,
Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab,
Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.
Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,
For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron.
mummy, Refers to a paste or powder made from dead bodies, used both as medicine and by whitches as an ingredient in their potions and spells.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Enter Hecate to the other three Witches
O well done! I commend your
And every one shall share i' the gains;
And now about the cauldron sing,
Live elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
Music and a song: 'Black spirits'
Hecate retires
O well done! I commend your
Music and a song: 'Black spirits'
Hecate retires
Enter Hecat, and the other three Witches.
And euery one shall share i'th' gaines:
And now about the Cauldron sing
Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,
Inchanting all that you put in.
Musicke and a Song. Blacke Spirits, &c.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open locks, whoever knocks!
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks, whoever knocks!
Something wicked this way comes:
Open Lockes, who euer knockes.
Enter Macbeth
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
What
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
What
Enter Macbeth.
What is't you do?
A deed without a name.
A deed without a name.
I
Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:
Though you untie the winds and let them fight
Against the churches; though the
Confound and swallow
Though
Though castles topple on their
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's
Even till destruction sicken; answer me
To what I ask you.
I
(How ere you come to know it) answer me:
Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight
Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues
Confound and swallow Nauigation vp:
Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe,
Though Castles topple on their Warders heads:
Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope
Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure
Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,
Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me
To what I aske you.
weather In Shakespeare's time witches were thought to be able to control the weather.
Speak.
Speak.
Demand.
Demand.
We'll answer.
We'll answer.
Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,
Or from our masters?
Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, or from our masters?
Or from our Masters.
Call 'em; let me see 'em.
Call 'em; let me see 'em.
Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
Her nine
From the murderer's gibbet, throw
Into the flame.
Pour in sow's blood that hath eaten
her nine
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
From the Murderers Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame.
Come, high or low;
Thyself and office deftly show!
Come, high or low; thyself and office deftly show!
Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show.
Thunder. First Apparition: an armed head
Tell me, thou unknown power.
Tell me, thou unknown power.
Thunder. 1. Apparation, an Armed Head.
He knows thy thought:
Hear his speech, but say thou
He knows thy thought.
Hear his speech, but say thou
Heare his speech, but say thou nought.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.
Descends
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff, beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.
Descends
Beware Macduffe,
Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.
He Descends.
Thou hast
word more.
Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more.
He will not be commanded: here's another,
More potent than the first.
He will not be commanded. Here's another, more potent than the first.
More potent then the first.
Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody child
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
Thunder. 2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe.
Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.
Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
Descends
Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
Descends
Laugh to scorne
The powre of man: For none of woman borne
Shall harme Macbeth.
Descends.
Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
90But yet I'll make
And
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
And wears upon his baby-brow the
And top of sovereignty?
Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
But yet I'll make
Thunder. Third Apparition: a child crowned, with a tree in his hand
What is this that rises like the
But yet Ile make assurance: double sure,
And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue,
That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies;
And sleepe in spight of Thunder.
Thunder
3 Apparation, a Childe Crowned, with a Tree in his hand.
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of Soueraignty?
Listen, but speak not to't.
Listen, but speak not to't.
Be lion-
Who
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.
Descends
Be lion-
Descends
Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill
Shall come against him.
Descend.
That will never be:
Who can
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet
Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
Shall live
To time and
Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art
Can tell so much: shall Banquo's
Reign in this kingdom?
That will never be.
Who can
Yet my heart
throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art
can tell so much, shall Banquo's
Who can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadments, good:
Rebellious dead, rise neuer till the Wood
Of Byrnan rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth
Shall liue the Lease of Nature, pay his breath
To time, and mortall Custome. Yet my Hart
Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art
Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer
Reigne in this Kingdome?
Seek to know no more.
Seek to know no more.
I will be satisfied: deny me this,
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.
Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?
I will be satisfied. deny me this, and an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.
Why sinks that cauldron? And what noise is this?
And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.
Why sinkes that Caldron? & what noise is this?
Hoboyes
Hautboys
Show!
Show!
Show!
Show!
Show!
Show!
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart!
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart.
Come like shadows, so depart!
Come like shadowes, so depart.
A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse in his hand.
Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. 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 the
Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:
130And yet the eighth appears, who bears a
Which shows me many more; and some I see
That
Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;
For the
And points at them for his.
Apparitions vanish
What, is this so?
Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down!
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. 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 the
Now, I see, 'tis true:
for the
Apparitions vanish
What, is this so?
A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse in his hand.
Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire
Thou other Gold-bound-brow, is like the first:
A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,
Why do you shew me this? - A fourth? Start eyes!
What will the Line stretch out to'th' cracke of Doome?
Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more:
And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
That two-fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.
Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true,
For the Blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles vpon me,
And points at them for his. What? is this so?
two-fold balls and treble scepters, multiple balls and scepters indicate that the future kings will rule more than one country, such as England, Scotland and Ireland. James, King at the time this was written, and thought to be the descendant of Banquo, had already united Scotand and England under his rule. Evidently Shakespeare wasn't above sucking up to those in power. After all the theatrical company Shakespeare wrote for were known as 'The King's Men' since the King was their patron.
Ay, sir, all this is so: but why
Stands Macbeth thus
Come, sisters, cheer we up his
And show the best of our delights:
I'll
While you perform your
That
Musicke. The Witches Dance, and vanish.
Ay, sir, all this is so. But why
stands Macbeth thus
That
Music. The Witches dance and vanish.
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights,
And shew the best of our delights.
Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
While you performe your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Our duties, did his welcome pay.
Musicke. The Witches Dance, and vanish.
this great King, probably refers to Macbeth as he will be king in the future but could also be a nod to James I, who was both the King of England and the king of Scotland at the time the play was written.
Where are they? Gone? Let this
Stand
Come in,
Where are they? Gone? Let this
Come in,
Let this pernitious houre,
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
Come in, without there.
Enter Lennox
What's your grace's will?
What's your grace's will?
Enter Lenox.
Saw you the weird sisters?
Saw you the weird sisters?
No, my Lord.
No, my lord.
Came they not by you?
Came they not by you?
No indeed, my Lord.
No indeed, my lord.
Infected be the air whereon they ride;
And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear
The galloping of horse: who
Infected be the air whereon they ride,
and damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear
the galloping of horse. Who
And damn'd all those that trust them. I did heare
The gallopping of Horse. Who was't came by?
'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word
Macduff
'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
Macduff
Macduff is fled to England.
Fled to England!
Fled to England!
Ay, my good lord.
Ay, my good lord.
Time, thou anticipatest my
The
Unless the deed go with it; from this moment
The very
The
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
The castle of Macduff I will surprise;
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
170That 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.
Exeunt
Time, thou anticipatest my
The castle of Macduff I will surprise; seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the 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.
Exeunt
The flighty purpose neuer is o're-tooke
Vnlesse the deed go with it. From this moment,
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. And euen now
To Crown my thoughts with Acts: be it thoght & done:
The Castle of Macduff, I will surprize.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all vnfortunate Soules
That trace him in his Line. No boasting like a Foole,
This deed Ile do, before this purpose coole,
But no more sights. Where are these Gentlemen?
Come bring me where they are.
Exeunt.
Act IV. Scene II. Fife. Macduff's castle.
Enter Macduff's Wife, her Son, and Ross
What had
What had
Scena Secunda.
Enter Macduffes Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
You must have patience, madam.
You must have patience, madam.
He had none:
His flight was madness: when our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
He had none. His flight was madness. When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.
His flight was madnesse: when our Actions do not,
Our feares do make vs Traitors.
You know not
Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
You know not whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
Whether it was his wisedome, or his feare.
Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
His mansion and his titles in a place
10From
He
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.
Wisdom? To leave his wife, to leave his babes,
his mansion and his titles in a place
from
All is the fear and nothing is the love, as little is the wisdom where the flight so runs against all reason.
His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place
From whence himselfe do's flye? He loues vs not,
He wants the naturall touch. For the poore Wren
(The most diminitiue of Birds) will fight,
Her yong ones in her Nest, against the Owle:
All is the Feare, and nothing is the Loue;
As little is the Wisedome, where the flight
So runnes against all reason.
My dearest
I pray you,
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much further,
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors
And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour
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,
30Blessing upon you!
My dearest
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!
I pray you schoole your selfe. But for your Husband,
He is Noble, Wise, Iudicious, and best knowes
The fits o'th' Season. I dare not speake much further,
But cruell are the times, when we are Traitors
And do not know our selues: when we hold Rumor
From what we feare, yet know not what we feare,
But floate vpon a wilde and violent Sea
Each way, and moue. I take my leaue of you:
Shall not be long but Ile be heere againe:
Things at the worst will cease, or else climbe vpward,
To what they were before. My pretty Cosine,
Blessing vpon you.
Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
Father'd he is and yet he's fatherless.
And yet hee's Father-lesse.
I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
It would be my disgrace and
I take my leave at once.
Exit
I am so much a fool: should I stay longer
it would be my disgrace and
Exit
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort.
I take my leaue at once.
Exit Rosse.
Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will you live?
Sirrah, your father's dead. And what will you do now? How will you live?
And what will you do now? How will you liue?
Sirrah, Used in addressing comparatively inferior persons such as children and servants or any maile of a lower social group.
Used between equals of low degree. It also implies disrespect when used to persons of note or at least showing an unbecoming familiarity.KickAssShakespeareGlossary
As birds do, mother.
As birds do, mother.
What, with worms and flies?
What, with worms and flies?
With what I get I mean, and so do they.
With what I get, I mean, and so do they.
Poor bird!
The
Poor bird!
Thou'dst neuer Feare the Net, nor Lime,
The Pitfall, nor the Gin.
Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
My father is not dead, for all your saying.
Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying.
Poore Birds they are not set for:
My Father is not dead for all your saying.
Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
Yes, he is dead. How wilt thou do for a father?
How wilt thou do for a Father?
Nay how will you do for a husband?
Nay how will you do for a husband?
Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
Thou speak'st with all thy faith,
50And yet, i' faith, with wit enough for thee.
Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet, i' faith, with wit enough for thee.
And yet I'faith with wit enough for thee.
Was my father a traitor, mother?
Was my father a traitor, mother?
Ay, that he was.
Ay, that he was.
What is a traitor?
What is a traitor?
Why, one that swears and lies.
Why, one that swears and lies.
And be all traitors that do so?
And be all traitors that do so?
Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
And must be hang'd.
And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
Every one.
Every one.
Who must hang them?
Who must hang them?
Why, the honest men.
Why, the honest men.
Then the liars and swearers are fools,
for there are liars and swearers
the honest men and hang up them.
Then the liars and swearers are fools,
for there are liars and swearers
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them.
Now God help thee poor monkey!
But how wilt thou do for a father?
Now, God help thee poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father?
But how wilt thou do for a Father?
If he were dead,
him: if you would
that I should quickly have a new father.
If he were dead
would not, it were a good signe, that I should quickely
haue a new Father.
Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!
Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!
Enter a Messenger
Bless you, fair
Though
If you will take a
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
To fright you thus,
To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
Which is too
I dare
Exit
Bless you, fair
If you will take a
Heaven preserve you!
I dare
Exit
Enter a Messenger.
Though in your state of Honor I am perfect;
I doubt some danger do's approach you neerely.
If you will take a homely mans aduice,
Be not found heere: Hence with your little ones
To fright you thus. Me thinkes I am too sauage:
To do worse to you, were fell Cruelty,
Which is too nie your person. Heauen preserue you,
I dare abide no longer.
Exit Messenger
I have done no harm. But I remember now
I am in this earthly world; where to do harm
Is often
Do I put up that womanly defence,
To say I have done no harm?
Enter Murderers
Enter Murderers
I haue done no harme. But I remember now
I am in this earthly world: where to do harme
Is often laudable, to do good sometime
Accounted dangerous folly. Why then (alas)
Do I put vp that womanly defence,
To say I haue done no harme?
What are these faces?
Where is your husband?
Where is your husband?
Enter Murtherers.
I hope, in no place so
Where such as thou mayst find him.
I hope in no place so
Where such as thou may'st finde him.
He's a traitor.
He's a traitor.
Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain!
Thou liest thou shag-hair'd villain!
Shag-ear'd, shaggy haired or shag ear'd (possible FF misprint) meainging hair coming out of the ears. Your choice.
What, you egg!
Stabbing him
Young
What, you egg!
Stabbing him
Young
Yong fry of Treachery?
He has kill'd me, mother:
Run away, I pray you!
Dies. Exit Lady Macduff chased by the murderers
He has kill'd me mother. Run away, I pray you!
Dies. Exit Lady Macduff chased by the murderers
Run away I pray you.
Exit crying Murther.
Act IV. Scene III. England. Before the King's palace.
Enter Malcolm and Macduff
Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Let us seek out some desolate shade and there weep our sad bosoms empty.
Scaena Tertia.
Enter Malcolme and Macduffe.
Weepe our sad bosomes empty.
Let us rather
Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out
Like
Let us rather
hold fast the mortal sword and like good men
Hold fast the mortall Sword: and like good men,
Bestride our downfall Birthdome: each new Morne,
New Widdowes howle, new Orphans cry, new sorowes
Strike heauen on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
Like Syllable of Dolour.
birthdom, the country in which Macduff was born i.e. Scotland.
What I believe I'll
What know believe, and what I can redress,
As I shall find the time
What you have spoke, it may be so
This tyrant, whose
Was once thought honest: you have loved him well.
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young, but something
You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom
To offer up a weak, poor innocent lamb
To appease an angry god.
What I believe I'll
What you have spoke, it may be so
I am young but something you may deserve of him through me, and wisdom to offer up a weak poor innocent lamb to appease an angry god.
What know, beleeue; and what I can redresse,
As I shall finde the time to friend: I wil.
What you haue spoke, it may be so perchance.
This Tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest: you haue lou'd him well,
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am yong, but something
You may discerne of him through me, and wisedome
To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe
T' appease an angry God.
I am not treacherous.
I am not treacherous.
But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may
That which you are my thoughts cannot
Angels are bright still, though the
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so.
But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may
A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle
In an Imperiall charge. But I shall craue your pardon:
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though all things foule, would wear the brows of grace
Yet Grace must still looke so.
I have lost my hopes.
I have lost my hopes.
Why in that
Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,
Without
Let not my
But mine own
Whatever I shall think.
Where I did finde my doubts.
Why in that rawnesse left you Wife, and Childe?
Those precious Motiues, those strong knots of Loue,
Without leaue-taking. I pray you,
Let not my Iealousies, be your Dishonors,
But mine owne Safeties: you may be rightly iust,
What euer I shall thinke.
Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not
The
I would not be the villain that thou think'st
For
And the rich East to boot.
Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Great tyranny lay thou thy basis sure,
for goodness dare not
I would not be the villain that thou think'st
for
Great Tyrrany, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodnesse dare not check thee: wear y thy wrongs,
The Title, is affear'd. Far thee well Lord,
I would not be the Villaine that thou think'st,
For the whole Space that's in the Tyrants Graspe,
And the rich East to boot.
Be not offended:
I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
I think our country sinks
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds: I think
There would be hands uplifted in my right;
And here
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
By him that shall succeed.
Be not offended.
I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
I think our country sinks
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
I speake not as in absolute feare of you:
I thinke our Country sinkes beneath the yoake,
It weepes, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds. I thinke withall,
There would be hands vplifted in my right:
And heere from gracious England haue I offer
Of goodly thousands. But for all this,
When I shall treade vpon the Tyrants head,
Or weare it on my Sword; yet my poore Country
Shall haue more vices then it had before,
More suffer, and more sundry wayes then euer,
By him that shall succeede.
England, In the days of Macbeth and later, the name of a country was also used to refer to the King of that country. The two were thought to be bound together as one and the same. (Also see the use 'Norway' earlier in the play to refer both to the King of Norway and the country itself.)KickAssShakespeareGlossary
What should he be?
What should he be?
It is myself I mean: in whom I know
All the particulars of vice so
That when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth
60Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state
Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
With my
It is myself I mean in whom I know
all the particulars of vice so
All the particulars of Vice so grafted,
That when they shall be open'd, blacke Macbeth
Will seeme as pure as Snow, and the poore State
Esteeme him as a Lambe, being compar'd
With my confinelesse harmes.
Not in the
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
In evils to top Macbeth.
Not in the
Of horrid Hell, can come a Diuell more damn'd
In euils, to top Macbeth.
I grant
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name: but there's no bottom, none,
70In my
Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up
The
All
Than such an one to reign.
I grant
But there's no bottom, none,
in my
Better Macbeth than such an one to reign.
Luxurious, Auaricious, False, Deceitfull,
Sodaine, Malicious, smacking of euery sinne
That ha's a name. But there's no bottome, none
In my Voluptuousnesse: Your Wiues, your Daughters,
Your Matrons, and your Maides, could not fill vp
The Cesterne of my Lust, and my Desire
All continent Impediments would ore-beare
That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth,
Then such an one to reigne.
Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
The untimely emptying of the happy throne
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
80To take upon you what is yours: you may
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
And yet seem cold, the time you may so
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.
Boundless intemperance
in nature is a tyranny: it hath been
the 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
In Nature is a Tyranny: It hath beene
Th' vntimely emptying of the happy Throne,
And fall of many Kings. But feare not yet
To take vpon you what is yours: you may
Conuey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
And yet seeme cold. The time you may so hoodwinke:
We haue willing Dames enough: there cannot be
That Vulture in you, to deuoure so many
As will to Greatnesse dedicate themselues,
Finding it so inclinde.
With this there grows
In my most
A
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels and this other's house:
And my
To make me hunger more; that I should forge
Destroying them for wealth.
With this there grows
in my most
And my
In my most ill-composd Affection, such
A stanchlesse Auarice, that were I King,
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
Destroying them for wealth.
This
Sticks deeper, grows with more
Than
The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;
100Scotland hath
Of your mere own: all these are
With other graces weigh'd.
This
stickes deeper: growes with more pernicious roote
Then Summer-seeming Lust: and it hath bin
The Sword of our slaine Kings: yet do not feare,
Scotland hath Foysons, to fill vp your will
Of your meere Owne. All these are portable,
With other Graces weigh'd.
But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
As justice,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy,
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
110Pour the sweet milk of
All unity on earth.
But I have none. The king-becoming graces
as justice,
Nay, had I power I should
pour the sweet milk of
As Iustice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stablenesse,
Bounty, Perseuerance, Mercy, Lowlinesse,
Deuotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude,
I haue no rellish of them, but abound
In the diuision of each seuerall Crime,
Acting it many wayes. Nay, had I powre, I should
Poure the sweet Milke of Concord, into Hell,
Vprore the vniuersall peace, confound
All vnity on earth.
O Scotland, Scotland!
O Scotland, Scotland!
If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
I am as I have spoken.
If such a one be fit to govern, speak. I am as I have spoken.
I am as I haue spoken.
Fit to govern? No, not to live. O nation miserable,
With
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
120By his own interdiction stands accursed,
And does
Was a most
Oftener upon her
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my
Thy hope ends here!
Fit to govern? No, not to live. O nation miserable,
with
Fare thee well!
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
have banish'd me from Scotland. O my
With an vntitled Tyrant, bloody Sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholsome dayes againe?
Since that the truest Issue of thy Throne
By his owne Interdiction stands accust,
And do's blaspheme his breed? Thy Royall Father
Was a most Sainted-King: the Queene that bore thee,
Oftner vpon her knees, then on her feet,
Dy'de euery day she liu'd. Fare thee well,
These Euils thou repeat'st vpon thy selfe,
Hath banish'd me from Scotland. O my Brest,
Thy hope ends heere.
Macduff, this noble
Child of integrity, hath from my soul
130Wiped the black
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth,
By many of these
Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste: but God above
Deal between thee and me! for even now
I put myself to thy direction, and
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
140Unknown to woman, never
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:
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
Already
Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness
Be like our
Macduff, this noble
I am yet
unknown to woman, never
Childe of integrity, hath from my soule
Wip'd the blacke Scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts
To thy good Truth, and Honor. Diuellish Macbeth,
By many of these traines, hath sought to win me
Into his power: and modest Wisedome pluckes me
From ouer-credulous hast: but God aboue
Deale betweene thee and me; For euen now
I put my selfe to thy Direction, and
Vnspeake mine owne detraction. Heere abiure
The taints, and blames I laide vpon my selfe,
For strangers to my Nature. I am yet
Vnknowne to Woman, neuer was forsworne,
Scarsely haue coueted what was mine owne.
At no time broke my Faith, would not betray
The Deuill to his Fellow, and delight
No lesse in truth then life. My first false speaking
Was this vpon my selfe. What I am truly
Is thine, and my poore Countries to command:
Whither indeed, before they heere approach
Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike men
Already at a point, was setting foorth:
Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodnesse
Be like our warranted Quarrell. Why are you silent?
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once 'tis hard to reconcile.
'Tis hard to reconcile.
Enter a Doctor
Well; more
Well, more
Enter a Doctor.
I pray you?
Ay sir; there are
That
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand--
They
Ay, sir. There are
That stay his Cure: their malady conuinces
The great assay of Art. But at his touch,
Such sanctity hath Heauen giuen his hand,
They presently amend.
Exit.
I thank you, doctor.
Exit Doctor
I thank you, doctor.
Exit Doctor
What's the disease he means?
What's the disease he means?
'Tis call'd the evil:
A most miraculous work in this good King;
Which often, since my
I have seen him do. How he
Himself best knows: but
All
The
Hanging a golden
Put on with holy prayers: and
To the succeeding royalty he leaves
The healing benediction. With this strange
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
That
'Tis call'd the evil.
A most miraculous work in this good King
which often, since my
A most myraculous worke in this good King,
Which often since my heere remaine in England,
I haue seene him do: How he solicites heauen
Himselfe best knowes: but strangely visited people
All swolne and Vlcerous, pittifull to the eye,
The meere dispaire of Surgery, he cures,
Hanging a golden stampe about their neckes,
Put on with holy Prayers, and 'tis spoken
To the succeeding Royalty he leaues
The healing Benediction. With this strange vertue,
He hath a heauenly guift of Prophesie,
And sundry Blessings hang about his Throne,
That speake him full of Grace.
Enter Ross
See who comes here?
See who comes here?
Enter Rosse.
My countryman; but yet I know him not.
My countryman, but yet I know him not.
My ever-
My ever-
I know him now. Good God,
The means that makes us strangers!
I know him now. Good God,
The meanes that makes vs Strangers.
Sir, amen.
Sir, amen.
Stands Scotland where it did?
Stands Scotland where it did?
Alas poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
Are made, not
A modern
Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying or
Alas poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
but who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
are made, not
Almost affraid to know it selfe. It cannot
Be call'd our Mother, but our Graue; where nothing
But who knowes nothing, is once seene to smile:
Where sighes, and groanes, and shrieks that rent the ayre
Are made, not mark'd: Where violent sorrow seemes
A Moderne extasie: The Deadmans knell,
Is there scarse ask'd for who, and good mens liues
Expire before the Flowers in their Caps,
Dying, or ere they sicken.
O, relation
Too
Oh relation
too