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The Tragedie of Macbeth

Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.

1. When shall we three meet againe?
In ThunderLightningor in Raine?
2. When the Hurley-burley's done
When the Battaile's lostand wonne
3. That will be ere the set of Sunne
1. Where the place?
2. Vpon the Heath
3. There to meet with Macbeth
1. I comeGray-Malkin
All. Padock calls anon: faire is fouleand foule is faire
Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre.


Scena Secunda.

Alarum within. Enter King MalcomeDonalbaineLenoxwith
meeting a bleeding Captaine.

King. What bloody man is that? he can report
As seemeth by his plightof the Reuolt
The newest state

Mal. This is the Serieant
Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought
'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;
Say to the Kingthe knowledge of the Broyle
As thou didst leaue it

Cap. Doubtfull it stood
As two spent Swimmersthat doe cling together
And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
(Worthie to be a Rebellfor 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 Fortunewith 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 handsnor bad farwell to him
Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth' Chops

And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements

King. O valiant Cousinworthy Gentleman

Cap. As whence the Sunne 'gins his reflection
Shipwracking Stormesand direfull Thunders:
So from that Springwhence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells: Marke King of Scotlandmarke
No sooner Iustice hadwith Valour arm'd
Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heeles
But the Norweyan Lordsurueying vantage
With furbusht Armesand new supplyes of men
Began a fresh assault

King. Dismay'd not this our CaptainesMacbeth and

Cap. Yesas SparrowesEagles;
Or the Harethe Lyon:
If I say soothI 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

King. So well thy words become theeas thy wounds
They smack of Honor both: Goe get him Surgeons.
Enter Rosse and Angus.

Who comes here?
Mal. The worthy Thane of Rosse

Lenox. What a haste lookes through his eyes?
So should he lookethat seemes to speake things strange

Rosse. God saue the King

King. Whence cam'st thouworthy Thane?

Rosse. From Fiffegreat King
Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie
And fanne our people cold.
Norway himselfewith terrible numbers
Assisted by that most disloyall Traytor
The Thane of Cawdorbegan a dismall Conflict
Till that Bellona's Bridegroomelapt in proofe
Confronted him with selfe-comparisons
Point against Pointrebellious Arme 'gainst Arme
Curbing his lauish spirit: and to conclude
The Victorie fell on vs

King. Great happinesse

Rosse. That now Swenothe Norwayes King
Craues composition:
Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men
Till he disbursedat Saint Colmes ynch
Ten thousand Dollarsto our generall vse

King. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue
Our Bosome interest: Goe pronounce his present death
And with his former Title greet Macbeth

Rosse. Ile see it done

King. What he hath lostNoble Macbeth hath wonne.


Scena Tertia.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1. Where hast thou beeneSister?
2. Killing Swine
3. Sisterwhere thou?
1. A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in her Lappe
And mouncht& mounchtand mouncht:
Giue mequoth I.
Aroynt theeWitchthe rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes.
Her Husband's to Aleppo goneMaster o'th' Tiger:
But in a Syue Ile thither sayle
And like a Rat without a tayle
Ile doeIle doeand Ile doe
2. Ile giue thee a Winde
1. Th'art kinde
3. And I another
1. I my selfe haue all the other
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'nightsnine times nine
Shall he dwindlepeakeand pine:
Though his Barke cannot be lost
Yet it shall be Tempest-tost.
Looke what I haue
2. Shew meshew me
1. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe
Wracktas homeward he did come.
Drum within.

3. A Drummea Drumme:
Macbeth doth come
All. The weyward Sistershand in hand
Posters of the Sea and Land
Thus doe goeaboutabout
Thrice to thineand thrice to mine
And thrice againeto make vp nine.
Peacethe Charme's wound vp.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.

Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene

Banquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are these

So wither'dand so wilde in their attyre
That looke not like th' Inhabitants o'th' Earth
And yet are on't? Liue youor 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

Mac. Speake if you can: what are you?

1. All haile Macbethhaile to thee Thane of Glamis
2. All haile Macbethhaile to thee Thane of Cawdor
3. All haile Macbeththat shalt be King hereafter
Banq. Good Sirwhy doe you startand seeme to feare
Things that doe sound so faire? i'th' name of truth
Are ye fantasticallor that indeed
Which outwardly ye shew? My Noble Partner
You greet with present Graceand great prediction
Of Noble hauingand of Royall hope
That he seemes wrapt withall: to me you speake not.
If you can looke into the Seedes of Time
And saywhich Graine will growand which will not
Speake then to mewho neyther beggenor feare
Your fauorsnor your hate

1. Hayle
2. Hayle
3. Hayle
1. Lesser than Macbethand greater
2. Not so happyyet much happyer
3. Thou shalt get Kingsthough thou be none:
So all haile Macbethand Banquo
1. Banquoand Macbethall haile
Macb. Stay you imperfect Speakerstell me more:
By Sinells deathI know I am Thane of Glamis
But howof 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 Intelligenceor why
Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way
With such Prophetique greeting?
SpeakeI charge you.

Witches vanish.

Banq. The Earth hath bubblesas the Water ha's
And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd?

Macb. Into the Ayre: and what seem'd corporall
Meltedas breath into the Winde.
Would they had stay'd

Banq. Were such things hereas we doe speake about?
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root

That takes the Reason Prisoner?
Macb. Your Children shall be Kings

Banq. You shall be King

Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
Banq. Toth' selfe-same tune and words: who's here?
Enter Rosse and Angus.

Rosse. The King hath happily receiu'dMacbeth
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 thineor 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 deathas thick as Tale
Can post with postand euery one did beare
Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence
And powr'd them downe before him

Ang. Wee are sent
To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks
Onely to harrold thee into his sight
Not pay thee

Rosse. And for an earnest of a greater Honor
He bad mefrom himcall thee Thane of Cawdor:
In which additionhaile most worthy Thane
For it is thine

Banq. Whatcan the Deuill speake true?
Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes?

Ang. Who was the Thaneliues yet
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 wrackeI know not:
But Treasons Capitallconfess'dand prou'd
Haue ouerthrowne him

Macb. Glamysand Thane of Cawdor:
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

Banq. That trusted home
Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne
Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
And oftentimesto winne vs to our harme
The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths
Winne vs with honest Triflesto betray's
In deepest consequence.
Cousinsa wordI pray you

Macb. Two Truths are told
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 Thoughtwhose Murther yet is but fantasticall
Shakes so my single state of Man
That Function is smother'd in surmise
And nothing isbut what is not

Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt

Macb. If Chance will haue me King
Why Chance may Crowne me
Without my stirre

Banq. New Honors come vpon him
Like our strange Garmentscleaue not to their mould
But with the aid of vse

Macb. Come what come may
Timeand the Houreruns through the roughest Day

Banq. Worthy Macbethwee stay vpon your leysure

Macb. Giue me your fauour:
My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.
Kinde Gentlemenyour 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 itlet vs speake
Our free Hearts each to other

Banq. Very gladly

Macb. Till then enough:
Come friends.


Scena Quarta.

Flourish. Enter KingLenoxMalcolmeDonalbaineand

King. Is execution done on Cawdor?
Or not those in Commission yet return'd?

Mal. My Liegethey are not yet come back.
But I haue spoke with one that saw him die:
Who did reportthat very frankly hee
Confess'd his Treasonsimplor'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

King. There's no Art
To finde the Mindes construction in the Face.
He was a Gentlemanon whom I built
An absolute Trust.
Enter MacbethBanquoRosseand 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 thanksand payment
Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say
More is thy duethen more then all can pay

Macb. The seruiceand the loyaltie I owe
In doing itpayes it selfe.
Your Highnesse partis to receiue our Duties:
And our Duties are to your Throneand State
Childrenand Seruants; which doe but what they should
By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue
And Honor

King. Welcome hither:
I haue begun to plant theeand will labour
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo
That hast no lesse deseru'dnor must be knowne
No lesse to haue done so: Let me enfold thee
And hold thee to my Heart

Banq. There if I grow
The Haruest is your owne

King. My plenteous Ioyes
Wanton in fulnesseseeke to hide themselues
In drops of sorrow. SonnesKinsmenThanes
And you whose places are the nearestknow
We will establish our Estate vpon
Our eldestMalcolmewhom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland: which Honor must
Not vnaccompaniedinuest him onely
But signes of Noblenesselike Starresshall shine
On all deseruers. From hence to Envernes
And binde vs further to you

Macb. The Rest is Laborwhich is not vs'd for you:
Ile be my selfe the Herbengerand make ioyfull
The hearing of my Wifewith your approach:
So humbly take my leaue

King. My worthy Cawdor

Macb. The Prince of Cumberland: that is a step
On which I must fall downeor 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 feareswhen it is done to see.

King. True worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant
And in his commendationsI am fed:
It is a Banquet to me. Let's after him
Whose care is gone beforeto bid vs welcome:

It is a peerelesse Kinsman.

Flourish. Exeunt.

Scena Quinta.

Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter.

Lady. They met me in the day of successe: and I haue
learn'd by the perfect'st reportthey haue more in themthen
mortall knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them
furtherthey made themselues Ayreinto which they vanish'd.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of itcame Missiues from
the Kingwho all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdorby which Title
beforethese weyward Sisters saluted meand referr'd me to
the comming on of timewith 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 artand Cawdorand 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 Ambitionbut 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 hauegreat Glamysthat which cryes
Thus thou must doeif 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?
Mess. The King comes here to Night

Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it.
Is not thy Master with him? whower't so
Would haue inform'd for preparation

Mess. So please youit is true: our Thane is comming:
One of my fellowes had the speed of him;
Who almost dead for breathhad scarcely more
Then would make vp his Message

Lady. Giue him tending
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 thoughtsvnsex me here
And fill me from the Crowne to the Toetop-full
Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood
Stop vp th' accesseand passage to Remorse

That no compunctious visitings of Nature
Shake my fell purposenor keepe peace betweene
Th' effectand hit. Come to my Womans Brests
And take my Milke for Gallyou murth'ring Ministers
Where-euerin 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 cryholdhold.
Enter Macbeth.

Great Glamysworthy Cawdor
Greater then bothby the all-haile hereafter
Thy Letters haue transported me beyond
This ignorant presentand I feele now
The future in the instant

Macb. My dearest Loue
Duncan comes here to Night

Lady. And when goes hence?
Macb. To morrowas he purposes

Lady. O neuer
Shall Sunne that Morrow see.
Your Facemy Thaneis as a Bookewhere men
May reade strange mattersto beguile the time.
Looke like the timebeare welcome in your Eye
Your Handyour 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 Nightsand Dayes to come
Giue solely soueraigne swayand Masterdome

Macb. We will speake further

Lady. Onely looke vp cleare:
To alter fauoreuer is to feare:
Leaue all the rest to me.


Scena Sexta.

Hoboyesand Torches. Enter KingMalcolmeDonalbaine
MacduffRosseAngusand Attendants.

King. This Castle hath a pleasant seat
The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe
Vnto our gentle sences

Banq. This Guest of Summer
The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue
By his loued Mansonrythat the Heauens breath
Smells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze
Buttricenor Coigne of Vantagebut this Bird
Hath made his pendant Bedand procreant Cradle
Where they must breedand haunt: I haue obseru'd
The ayre is delicate.
Enter Lady.

King. Seesee our honor'd Hostesse:

The Loue that followes vssometime 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

Lady. All our seruice

In euery point twice doneand then done double

Were pooreand single Businesseto contend

Against those Honors deepeand broad

Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:

For those of oldand the late Dignities

Heap'd vp to themwe rest your Ermites

King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?

We courst him at the heelesand 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

La. Your Seruants euer

Haue theirsthemseluesand what is theirs in compt

To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure

Still to returne your owne

King. Giue me your hand:

Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly

And shall continueour Graces towards him.

By your leaue Hostesse.


Scena Septima.

Hoboyes. Torches. Enter a Sewerand diuers Seruants with Dishes
Seruice ouer the Stage. Then enter Macbeth

Macb. If it were donewhen 'tis donethen 'twer well

It were done quickly: If th' Assassination

Could trammell vp the Consequenceand catch

With his surceaseSuccesse: that but this blow

Might be the be alland the end all. Heere

But heerevpon this Banke and Schoole of time

Wee'ld iumpe the life to come. But in these Cases

We still haue iudgement heerethat we but teach

Bloody Instructionswhich being taughtreturne

To plague th' Inuenterthis euen-handed Iustice

Commends th' Ingredience of our poyson'd Challice

To our owne lips. Hee's heere in double trust;

Firstas I am his Kinsmanand his Subiect

Strong both against the Deed: Thenas his Host

Who should against his Murtherer shut the doore

Not beare the knife my selfe. Besidesthis Duncane

Hath borne his Faculties so meeke; hath bin

So cleere in his great Officethat his Vertues

Will pleade like AngelsTrumpet-tongu'd against

The deepe damnation of his taking off:

And Pittylike a naked New-borne-Babe

Striding the blastor Heauens Cherubinhors'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 intentbut onely
Vaulting Ambitionwhich ore-leapes it selfe
And falles on th' other.
Enter Lady.

How now? What Newes?
La. He has almost supt: why haue you left the chamber?
Mac. Hath he ask'd for me?
La. Know you nothe ha's?
Mac. We will proceed no further in this Businesse:

He hath Honour'd me of lateand I haue bought
Golden Opinions from all sorts of people
Which would be worne now in their newest glosse
Not cast aside so soone

La. Was the hope drunke
Wherein you drest your selfe? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now to looke so greeneand 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 Actand 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 notwait vpon I would
Like the poore Cat i'th' Addage

Macb. Prythee peace:
I dare do all that may become a man
Who dares do moreis none

La. What Beast was't then
That made you breake this enterprize to me?
When you durst do itthen you were a man:
And to be more then what you wereyou would
Be so much more the man. Nor timenor place
Did then adhereand yet you would make both:
They haue made themseluesand that their fitnesse now
Do's vnmake you. I haue giuen Suckeand know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me
I wouldwhile it was smyling in my Face
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gummes
And dasht the Braines outhad I so sworne
As you haue done to this

Macb. If we should faile?

Lady. We faile?
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 Wineand Wassellso conuince
That Memoriethe Warder of the Braine
Shall be a Fumeand 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

Macb. Bring forth Men-Children onely:
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 Chamberand vs'd their very Daggers
That they haue don't?

Lady. Who dares receiue it other
As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore
Vpon his Death?

Macb. I am settledand bend vp
Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat.
Awayand mock the time with fairest show
False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know.


Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.

Enter Banquoand Fleancewith a Torch before him.

Banq. How goes the NightBoy?
Fleance. The Moone is downe: I haue not heard the

Banq. And she goes downe at Twelue

Fleance. I take't'tis laterSir

Banq. Holdtake my Sword:
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 Powersrestraine in me the cursed thoughts
That Nature giues way to in repose.
Enter Macbethand a Seruant with a Torch.

Giue me my Sword: who's there?
Macb. A Friend

Banq. What Sirnot yet at rest? the King's a bed.
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

Mac. Being vnprepar'd
Our will became the seruant to defect
Which else should free haue wrought

Banq. All's well.
I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters:
To you they haue shew'd some truth

Macb. I thinke not of them:
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

Banq. At your kind'st leysure

Macb. If you shall cleaue to my consent
When 'tisit shall make Honor for you

Banq. So I lose none
In seeking to augment itbut still keepe
My Bosome franchis'dand Allegeance cleare
I shall be counsail'd

Macb. Good repose the while

Banq. Thankes Sir: the like to you.

Exit Banquo.

Macb. Goe bid thy Mistressewhen my drinke is ready
She strike vpon the Bell. Get thee to bed.

Is this a Daggerwhich I see before me
The Handle toward my Hand? Comelet me clutch thee:
I haue thee notand yet I see thee still.
Art thou not fatall Visionsensible
To feelingas to sight? or art thou but
A Dagger of the Mindea false Creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Braine?
I see thee yetin 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 Bladeand DudgeonGouts of Blood
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody Businessewhich informes
Thus to mine Eyes. Now o're the one halfe World
Nature seemes deadand wicked Dreames abuse
The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther
Alarum'd by his Centinellthe Wolfe
Whose howle's his Watchthus with his stealthy pace
With Tarquins rauishing sidestowards his designe
Moues like a Ghost. Thou sowre and firme-set Earth
Heare not my stepswhich they may walkefor feare
Thy very stones prate of my where-about
And take the present horror from the time
Which now sutes with it. Whiles I threathe liues:
Words to the heat of deedes too cold breath giues.

A Bell rings.

I goeand it is done: the Bell inuites me.
Heare it notDuncanfor it is a Knell
That summons thee to Heauenor to Hell.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Lady.

La. That which hath made the[m] drunkhath made me bold:
What hath quench'd themhath giuen me fire.
Hearkepeace: it was the Owle that shriek'd
The fatall Bell-manwhich giues the stern'st good-night.
He is about itthe 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 liueor dye.
Enter Macbeth.

Macb. Who's there? what hoa?

Lady. AlackI am afraid they haue awak'd
And 'tis not done: th' attemptand 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 sleptI had don't.
My Husband?

Macb. I haue done the deed:
Didst thou not heare a noyse?
Lady. I heard the Owle schreameand the Crickets cry.

Did not you speake?
Macb. When?
Lady. Now

Macb. As I descended?
Lady. I

Macb. Hearkewho lyes i'th' second Chamber?
Lady. Donalbaine

Mac. This is a sorry sight

Lady. A foolish thoughtto say a sorry sight

Macb. There's one did laugh in's sleepe
And one cry'd Murtherthat they did wake each other:
I stoodand heard them: But they did say their Prayers
And addrest them againe to sleepe

Lady. There are two lodg'd together

Macb. One cry'd God blesse vsand Amen the other
As they had seene me with these Hangmans hands:
Listning their feareI could not say Amen
When they did say God blesse vs

Lady. Consider it not so deepely

Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen?
I had most need of Blessingand Amen stuck in my throat

Lady. These deeds must not be thought
After these wayes: soit will make vs mad

Macb. Me thought I heard a voyce crySleep no more:
Macbeth does murther Sleepethe innocent Sleepe
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care
The death of each dayes Lifesore Labors Bath
Balme of hurt Mindesgreat Natures second Course
Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast

Lady. What doe you meane?

Macb. Still it cry'dSleepe no more to all the House:
Glamis hath murther'd Sleepeand therefore Cawdor
Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more

Lady. Who was itthat thus cry'd? why worthy Thane
You doe vnbend your Noble strengthto 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 themand smeare
The sleepie Groomes with blood

Macb. Ile goe no more:
I am afraidto thinke what I haue done:
Looke on't againeI dare not

Lady. Infirme of purpose:
Giue me the Daggers: the sleepingand 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.

Knocke within.

Macb. Whence is that knocking?
How is't with mewhen 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 oneRed.
Enter Lady.

Lady. My Hands are of your colour: but I shame
To weare a Heart so white.


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.


Hearkemore knocking.
Get on your Night-Gowneleast occasion call vs
And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost
So poorely in your thoughts

Macb. To know my deed


'Twere best not know my selfe.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking:
I would thou could'st.


Scena Tertia.

Enter a Porter. Knocking within.

Porter. Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gatehee should haue old turning the


KnockKnockKnock. Who's there
i'th' name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmerthat hang'd
himselfe on th' expectation of Plentie: Come in timehaue
Napkins enow about youhere you'le sweat for't.


Knockknock. Who's there in th' other Deuils Name?
Faith here's an Equiuocatorthat could sweare in both
the Scales against eyther Scalewho committed Treason
enough for Gods sakeyet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
oh come inEquiuocator.


KnockKnockKnock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English
Taylor come hitherfor stealing out of a French Hose:
Come in Taylorhere you may rost your Goose.

KnockKnock. 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 Professionsthat
goe the Primrose way to th' euerlasting Bonfire.


AnonanonI pray you remember the Porter.
Enter Macduffand Lenox.

Macd. Was it so latefriendere you went to Bed
That you doe lye so late?
Port. Faith Sirwe were carowsing till the second Cock:
And DrinkeSiris a great prouoker of three things

Macd. What three things does Drinke especially

Port. MarrySirNose-paintingSleepeand Vrine.
LecherieSirit prouokesand vnprouokes: it prouokes
the desirebut it takes away the performance. Therefore
much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Lecherie:
it makes himand it marres him; it sets him on
and it takes him off; it perswades himand dis-heartens
him; makes him stand tooand not stand too: in conclusion
equiuocates him in a sleepeand giuing him the Lye
leaues him

Macd. I beleeueDrinke gaue thee the Lye last Night

Port. That it didSiri'the very Throat on me: but I
requited him for his Lyeand (I thinke) being too strong
for himthough he tooke vp my Legges sometimeyet I
made a Shift to cast him.
Enter Macbeth.

Macd. Is thy Master stirring?
Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox. Good morrowNoble Sir

Macb. Good morrow both

Macd. Is the King stirringworthy Thane?
Macb. Not yet

Macd. He did command me to call timely on him
I haue almost slipt the houre

Macb. Ile bring you to him

Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:
But yet 'tis one

Macb. The labour we delight inPhysicks paine:
This is the Doore

Macd. Ile make so bold to callfor 'tis my limitted

Exit Macduffe.

Lenox. Goes the King hence to day?
Macb. He does: he did appoint so

Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly:
Where we layour Chimneys were blowne downe
And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th' Ayre;
Strange Schreemes of Death
And Prophecyingwith Accents terrible
Of dyre Combustionand confus'd Euents
New hatch'd toth' wofull time.
The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
Some saythe Earth was Feuorous
And did shake

Macb. 'Twas a rough Night

Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell
A fellow to it.
Enter Macduff.

Macd. O horrorhorrorhorror
Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiuenor name thee

Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?

Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master-peece:
Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope
The Lords anoynted Templeand stole thence
The Life o'th' Building

Macb. What is't you saythe Life?
Lenox. Meane you his Maiestie?
Macd. Approch the Chamberand destroy your sight

With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake:
Seeand then speake your selues: awakeawake

Exeunt. Macbeth and Lenox.

Ring the Alarum Bell: Murtherand Treason
Banquoand Donalbaine: Malcolme awake
Shake off this Downey sleepeDeaths counterfeit
And looke on Death it selfe: vpvpand see
The great Doomes Image: MalcolmeBanquo
As from your Graues rise vpand walke like Sprights
To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.

Bell rings. Enter Lady.

Lady. What's the Businesse?
That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the House? speakespeake

Macd. O gentle Lady
'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:
The repetition in a Womans eare
Would murther as it fell.
Enter Banquo.

O BanquoBanquoOur Royall Master's murther'd

Lady. Woealas:
Whatin our House?

Ban. Too cruellany where.
Deare DuffI prythee contradict thy selfe
And sayit is not so.
Enter MacbethLenoxand Rosse.

Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance
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 drawneand the meere Lees
Is left this Vaultto brag of.
Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine.

Donal. What is amisse?

Macb. You areand doe not know't:
The Springthe Headthe Fountaine of your Blood
Is stoptthe very Source of it is stopt

Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd

Mal. Ohby whom?

Lenox. Those of his Chamberas it seem'dhad don't:
Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood
So were their Daggerswhich vnwip'dwe found
Vpon their Pillowes: they star'dand were distracted
No mans Life was to be trusted with them

Macb. Oyet I doe repent me of my furie
That I did kill them

Macd. Wherefore did you so?

Macb. Who can be wiseamaz'dtemp'rate& furious
Loyalland Neutrallin a moment? No man:
Th' expedition of my violent Loue
Out-run the pawserReason. Here lay Duncan
His Siluer skinnelac'd with His Golden Blood
And his gash'd Stabslook'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
Courageto make's loue knowne?

Lady. Helpe me hencehoa

Macd. Looke to the Lady

Mal. Why doe we hold our tongues
That most may clayme this argument for ours?

Donal. What should be spoken here
Where our Fate hid in an augure hole
May rushand seize vs? Let's away
Our Teares are not yet brew'd

Mal. Nor our strong Sorrow
Vpon the foot of Motion

Banq. Looke to the Lady:
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 standand thence
Against the vndivulg'd pretenceI fight
Of Treasonous Mallice

Macd. And so doe I

All. So all

Macb. Let's briefely put on manly readinesse
And meet i'th' Hall together

All. Well contented.


Malc. What will you doe?
Let's not consort with them:
To shew an vnfelt Sorrowis an Office
Which the false man do's easie.
Ile to England

Don. To IrelandI:
Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:
Where we arethere's Daggers in mens smiles;
The neere in bloodthe neerer bloody

Malc. This murtherous Shaft that's shot
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 selfewhen there's no mercie left.


Scena Quarta.

Enter Rossewith an Old man.

Old man. Threescore and ten I can remember well
Within the Volume of which TimeI haue seene
Houres dreadfulland things strange: but this sore Night
Hath trifled former knowings

Rosse. Hagood Father
Thou seest the Heauensas troubled with mans Act
Threatens his bloody Stage: byth' Clock 'tis Day
And yet darke Night strangles the trauailing Lampe:
Is't Nights predominanceor the Dayes shame

That Darknesse does the face of Earth intombe
When liuing Light should kisse it?

Old man. 'Tis vnnaturall
Euen like the deed that's done: On Tuesday last
A Faulcon towring in her pride of place
Was by a Mowsing Owle hawkt atand kill'd

Rosse. And Duncans Horses
(A thing most strangeand certaine)
Beauteousand swiftthe Minions of their Race
Turn'd wilde in naturebroke their stallsflong out
Contending 'gainst Obedienceas they would
Make Warre with Mankinde

Old man. 'Tis saidthey eate each other

Rosse. They did so:
To th' amazement of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
Enter Macduffe.

Heere comes the good Macduffe.

How goes the world Sirnow?
Macd. Why see you not?
Ross. Is't known who did this more then bloody deed?
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slaine

Ross. Alas the day
What good could they pretend?

Macd. They were subborned
Malcolmeand Donalbaine the Kings two Sonnes
Are stolne away and fledwhich puts vpon them
Suspition of the deed

Rosse. 'Gainst Nature still
Thriftlesse Ambitionthat will rauen vp
Thine owne liues meanes: Then 'tis most like
The Soueraignty will fall vpon Macbeth

Macd. He is already nam'dand gone to Scone
To be inuested

Rosse. Where is Duncans body?

Macd. Carried to Colmekill
The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors
And Guardian of their Bones

Rosse. Will you to Scone?
Macd. No CosinIle to Fife

Rosse. WellI will thither

Macd. Well may you see things wel done there: Adieu
Least our old Robes sit easier then our new

Rosse. FarewellFather

Old M. Gods benyson go with youand with those
That would make good of badand Friends of Foes.

Exeunt. omnes

Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter Banquo.

Banq. Thou hast it nowKingCawdorGlamisall
As the weyard Women promis'dand 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 Rooteand Father
Of many Kings. If there come truth from them
As vpon thee Macbeththeir 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 hushno more.

Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as KingLady LenoxRosseLords

Macb. Heere's our chiefe Guest

La. If he had beene forgotten
It had bene as a gap in our great Feast
And all-thing vnbecomming

Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir
And Ile request your presence

Banq. Let your Highnesse
Command vpon meto the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tye
For euer knit

Macb. Ride you this afternoone?
Ban. Imy good Lord

Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice
(Which still hath been both graueand prosperous)
In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.
Is't farre you ride?

Ban. As farremy Lordas will fill vp the time
'Twixt thisand Supper. Goe not my Horse the better
I must become a borrower of the Night
For a darke houreor twaine

Macb. Faile not our Feast

Ban. My LordI will not

Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd
In Englandand in Irelandnot confessing
Their cruell Parricidefilling their hearers
With strange inuention. But of that to morrow
When therewithallwe shall haue cause of State
Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:
Adieutill you returne at Night.
Goes Fleance with you?

Ban. Imy good Lord: our time does call vpon's

Macb. I wish your Horses swiftand sure of foot:
And so I doe commend you to their backs.

Exit Banquo.

Let euery man be master of his time
Till seuen at Nightto make societie

The sweeter welcome:
We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone:
While thenGod be with you.

Exeunt. Lords.

Sirrhaa word with you: Attend those men

Our pleasure?
Seruant. They aremy Lordwithout the Pallace


Macb. Bring them before vs.

Exit Seruant.

To be thusis nothingbut 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 Wisdomethat 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'das 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 themthe gracious Duncan haue I murther'd
Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace
Onely for themand mine eternall Iewell
Giuen to the common Enemie of Man
To make them Kingsthe Seedes of Banquo Kings.
Rather then socome Fate into the Lyst
And champion me to th' vtterance.
Who's there?
Enter Seruantand two Murtherers.

Now goe to the Dooreand stay there till we call.

Exit Seruant.

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
Murth. It wasso please your Highnesse

Macb. Well then

Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:

Knowthat it was hein the times past

Which held you so vnder fortune

Which you thought had been our innocent selfe.

This I made good to youin our last conference

Past in probation with you:

How you were borne in handhow crost:

The Instruments: who wrought with them:

And all things elsethat might

To halfe a Souleand to a Notion craz'd

SayThus did Banquo

1.Murth. You made it knowne to vs

Macb. I did so:

And went furtherwhich is now

Our point of second meeting.

Doe you finde your patience so predominant

In your naturethat you can let this goe?

Are you so Gospell'dto pray for this good man

And for his Issuewhose heauie hand

Hath bow'd you to the Graueand begger'd

Yours for euer?
1.Murth. We are menmy Liege

Macb. Iin the Catalogue ye goe for men

As Houndsand GreyhoundsMungrelsSpanielsCurres

ShowghesWater-Rugsand Demy-Wolues are clipt

All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file

Distinguishes the swiftthe slowthe subtle

The House-keeperthe Huntereuery one

According to the giftwhich bounteous Nature

Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue

Particular additionfrom the Bill

That writes them all alike: and so of men.

Nowif you haue a station in the file

Not i'th' worst ranke of Manhoodsay'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

2.Murth. I am onemy Liege

Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World

Hath so incens'dthat I am recklesse what I doe

To spight the World

1.Murth. And I another

So wearie with Disasterstugg'd with Fortune

That I would set my Life on any Chance

To mend itor be rid on't

Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie

Murth. Truemy Lord

Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance

That euery minute of his beingthrusts

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 hisand mine

Whose loues I may not dropbut 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

2.Murth. We shallmy Lord
Performe what you command vs

1.Murth. Though our Liues

Macb. Your Spirits shine through you.

Within this houreat most

I will aduise you where to plant your selues

Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time

The moment on'tfor'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:

Fleanshis Sonnethat keepes him companie
Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me
Then is his Fathersmust embrace the fate
Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart
Ile come to you anon

Murth. We are resolu'dmy Lord

Macb. Ile call vpon you straight: abide within
It is concluded: Banquothy Soules flight
If it finde Heauenmust finde it out to Night.


Scena Secunda.

Enter Macbeths Ladyand a Seruant.

Lady. Is Banquo gone from Court?
Seruant. IMadamebut returnes againe to Night

Lady. Say to the KingI would attend his leysure
For a few words

Seruant. MadameI will.

Lady. Nought's hadall's spent.
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis saferto be that which we destroy
Then by destruction dwell in doubtfull ioy.
Enter Macbeth.

How nowmy Lordwhy doe you keepe alone?
Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making
Vsing those Thoughtswhich should indeed haue dy'd
With them they thinke on: things without all remedie
Should be without regard: what's doneis done

Macb. We haue scorch'd the Snakenot kill'd it:
Shee'le closeand be her selfewhilest 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 feareand sleepe
In the affliction of these terrible Dreames
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead
Whom weto gayne our peacehaue sent to peace
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
Duncane is in his Graue:
After Lifes fitfull Feuerhe sleepes well
Treason ha's done his worst: nor Steelenor Poyson
Mallice domestiqueforraine Leuienothing
Can touch him further

Lady. Come on:
Gentle my Lordsleeke o're your rugged Lookes
Be bright and Iouiall among your Guests to Night

Macb. So shall I Loueand so I pray be you:
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo
Present him Eminenceboth with Eye and Tongue:
Vnsafe the whilethat wee must laue
Our Honors in these flattering streames
And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts
Disguising what they are

Lady. You must leaue this

Macb. Ofull of Scorpions is my Mindedeare Wife:
Thou know'stthat Banquo and his Fleans liues

Lady. But in themNatures Coppie's not eterne

Macb. There's comfort yetthey are assaileable
Then be thou iocund: ere the Bat hath flowne
His Cloyster'd flightere to black Heccats summons
The shard-borne Beetlewith his drowsie hums
Hath rung Nights yawning Peale
There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note

Lady. What's to be done?

Macb. Be innocent of the knowledgedearest Chuck
Till thou applaud the deed: Comeseeling 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 droopeand drowse
Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey's doe rowse.
Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still
Things bad begunmake strong themselues by ill:
So prythee goe with me.


Scena Tertia.

Enter three Murtherers.

1. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs?
3. Macbeth
2. He needes not our mistrustsince he deliuers
Our Officesand what we haue to doe
To the direction iust
1. Then stand with vs:
The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day.
Now spurres the lated Traueller apace
To gayne the timely Inneand neere approches
The subiect of our Watch
3. HearkeI heare Horses
Banquo within. Giue vs a Light therehoa

2. Then 'tis hee:
The restthat are within the note of expectation
Alreadie are i'th' Court

1. His Horses goe about
3. Almost a mile: but he does vsually
So all men doefrom hence toth' Pallace Gate
Make it their Walke.
Enter Banquo and Fleanswith a Torch.
2. A Lighta Light
3. 'Tis hee
1. Stand too't
Ban. It will be Rayne to Night

1. Let it come downe
Ban. OTrecherie!
Flye good Fleansflyeflyeflye
Thou may'st reuenge. O Slaue!

3. Who did strike out the Light?
1. Was't not the way?
3. There's but one downe: the Sonne is fled
2. We haue lost
Best halfe of our Affaire
1. Welllet's awayand say how much is done.

Scaena Quarta.

Banquet prepar'd. Enter MacbethLadyRosseLenoxLordsand

Macb. You know your owne degreessit downe:
At first and lastthe hearty welcome

Lords. Thankes to your Maiesty

Macb. Our selfe will mingle with Society
And play the humble Host:
Our Hostesse keepes her Statebut in best time
We will require her welcome

La. Pronounce it for me Sirto all our Friends
For my heart speakesthey are welcome.
Enter first Murtherer.

Macb. See they encounter thee with their harts thanks
Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st
Be large in mirthanon wee'l drinke a Measure
The Table round. There's blood vpon thy face

Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then

Macb. 'Tis better thee withoutthen he within.
Is he dispatch'd?
Mur. My Lord his throat is cutthat I did for him

Mac. Thou art the best o'th' Cut-throats

Yet hee's good that did the like for Fleans:
If thou did'st itthou art the Non-pareill

Mur. Most Royall Sir
Fleans is scap'd

Macb. Then comes my Fit againe:
I had else beene perfect;
Whole as the Marblefounded as the Rocke
As broadand generallas the casing Ayre:
But now I am cabin'dcrib'dconfin'dbound in
To sawcy doubtsand feares. But Banquo's safe?

Mur. Imy good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a Death to Nature

Macb. Thankes for that:
There the growne Serpent lyesthe worme that's fled
Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed
No teeth for th' present. Get thee goneto morrow
Wee'l heare our selues againe.

Exit Murderer.

Lady. My Royall Lord
You do not giue the Cheerethe Feast is sold
That is not often vouch'dwhile 'tis a making:
'Tis giuenwith welcome: to feede were best at home:
From thencethe sawce to meate is Ceremony
Meeting were bare without it.
Enter the Ghost of Banquoand sits in Macbeths place.

Macb. Sweet Remembrancer:
Now good digestion waite on Appetite
And health on both

Lenox. May't please your Highnesse sit

Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honorroof'd
Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:
Whomay I rather challenge for vnkindnesse
Then pitty for Mischance

Rosse. His absence (Sir)
Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your Highnesse
To grace vs with your Royall Company?

Macb. The Table's full

Lenox. Heere is a place reseru'd Sir

Macb. Where?
Lenox. Heere my good Lord.

What is't that moues your Highnesse?
Macb. Which of you haue done this?
Lords. Whatmy good Lord?
Macb. Thou canst not say I did it: neuer shake

Thy goary lockes at me

Rosse. Gentlemen risehis Highnesse is not well

Lady. Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is often thus
And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe Seat
The fit is momentaryvpon a thought
He will againe be well. If much you note him

You shall offend himand extend his Passion
Feedand regard him not. Are you a man?
Macb. Iand a bold onethat dare looke on that
Which might appall the Diuell

La. O proper stuffe:
This is the very painting of your feare:
This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said
Led you to Duncan. Othese flawes and starts
(Impostors to true feare) would well become
A womans storyat 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

Macb. Prythee see there:
Beholdlookeloehow say you:
Why what care Iif thou canst nodspeake too.
If Charnell housesand our Graues must send
Those that we burybacke; our Monuments
Shall be the Mawes of Kytes

La. What? quite vnmann'd in folly

Macb. If I stand heereI saw him

La. Fie for shame

Macb. Blood hath bene shed ere nowi'th' olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
Iand since tooMurthers haue bene perform'd
Too terrible for the eare. The times has bene
That when the Braines were outthe 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

La. My worthy Lord
Your Noble Friends do lacke you

Macb. I do forget:
Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends
I haue a strange infirmitywhich is nothing
To those that know me. Comeloue and health to all
Then Ile sit downe: Giue me some Winefill full:
Enter Ghost.

I drinke to th' generall ioy o'th' whole Table
And to our deere Friend Banquowhom we misse:
Would he were heere: to alland him we thirst
And all to all

Lords. Our dutiesand the pledge

Mac. Auant& quit my sightlet the earth hide thee:
Thy bones are marrowlessethy blood is cold:
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with

La. Thinke of this good Peeres
But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other
Onely it spoyles the pleasure of the time

Macb. What man dareI dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare
The arm'd Rhinocerosor th' Hircan Tiger
Take any shape but thatand my firme Nerues
Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If trembling I inhabit thenprotest mee
The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible shadow
Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why sobeing gone
I am a man againe: pray you sit still

La. You haue displac'd the mirth
Broke the good meetingwith most admir'd disorder

Macb. Can such things be
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

Rosse. What sightsmy Lord?

La. I pray you speake not: he growes worse & worse
Question enrages him: at oncegoodnight.
Stand not vpon the order of your going
But go at once

Len. Good nightand better health
Attend his Maiesty

La. A kinde goodnight to all.

Exit Lords.

Macb. It will haue blood they say:
Blood will haue Blood:
Stones haue beene knowne to moue& Trees to speake:
Auguresand vnderstood Relationshaue
By Maggot Pyes& Choughes& Rookes brought forth
The secret'st man of Blood. What is the night?

La. Almost at oddes with morningwhich is which

Macb. How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding

La. Did you send to him Sir?

Macb. I heare it by the way: But I will send:
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 meanesthe worstfor mine owne good
All causes shall giue way. I am in blood
Stept in so farrethat should I wade no more
Returning were as tedious as go ore:
Strange things I haue in headthat will to hand
Which must be actedere they may be scand

La. You lacke the season of all Naturessleepe

Macb. Comewee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the initiate fearethat wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.


Scena Quinta.

Thunder. Enter the three Witchesmeeting Hecat.

1. Why how now Hecatyou looke angerly?
Hec. Haue I not reason (Beldams) as you are?
Sawcyand ouer-boldhow did you dare
To Tradeand Trafficke with Macbeth
In Riddlesand 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 worseall you haue done
Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne
Spightfulland wrathfullwho (as others do)
Loues for his owne endsnot for you.
But make amends now: Get you gon
And at the pit of Acheron
Meete me i'th' Morning: thither he
Will cometo know his Destinie.
Your Vesselsand your Spels prouide
Your Charmesand euery thing beside;
I am for th' Ayre: This night Ile spend
Vnto a dismalland a Fatall end.
Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone.
Vpon the Corner of the Moone
There hangs a vap'rous dropprofound
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 Fatescorne Deathand beare
His hopes 'boue WisedomeGraceand Feare:
And you all knowSecurity
Is Mortals cheefest Enemie.

Musickeand a Song.

HearkeI am call'd: my little Spirit see
Sits in Foggy cloudand stayes for me.

Sing within. Come awaycome away&c.

1 Comelet's make hastshee'l soone be
Backe againe.


Scaena Sexta.

Enter Lenoxand another Lord.

Lenox. My former Speeches
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 thoughthow monstrous
It was for Malcolmeand for Donalbane
To kill their gracious Father? Damned Fact
How it did greeue Macbeth? Did he not straight
In pious ragethe two delinquents teare
That were the Slaues of drinkeand thralles of sleepe?
Was not that Nobly done? Iand 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 welland I do thinke
That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key
(Asand't please Heauen he shall not) they should finde
What 'twere to kill a Father: So should Fleans.
But peace; for from broad wordsand cause he fayl'd
His presence at the Tyrants FeastI heare
Macduffe liues in disgrace. Sircan you tell
Where he bestowes himselfe?

Lord. The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Courtand is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edwardwith such grace
That the maleuolence of Fortunenothing
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduffe
Is goneto pray the Holy Kingvpon his ayd
To wake Northumberlandand warlike Seyward
That by the helpe of these (with him aboue)
To ratifie the Worke) we may againe
Giue to our Tables meatesleepe to our Nights:
Free from our Feastsand Banquets bloody kniues;
Do faithfull Homageand receiue free Honors
All which we pine for now. And this report
Hath so exasperate their Kingthat hee
Prepares for some attempt of Warre

Len. Sent he to Macduffe?

Lord. He did: and with an absolute Sirnot I
The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe
And hums; as who should sayyou'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox. And that well might
Aduise him to a Cautiont' hold what distance
His wisedome can prouide. Some holy Angell
Flye to the Court of Englandand vnfold
His Message ere he comethat a swift blessing
May soone returne to this our suffering Country
Vnder a hand accurs'd

Lord. Ile send my Prayers with him.


Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd

2 Thriceand once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd

3 Harpier cries'tis time'tis time

1 Round about the Caldron go:
In the poysond Entrailes throw
Toadthat vnder cold stone
Dayes and Nightsha's thirty one:
Sweltred Venom sleeping got
Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot

All. Doubledoubletoile and trouble;
Fire burneand Cauldron bubble

2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake
In the Cauldron boyle and bake:
Eye of Newtand Toe of Frogge
Wooll of Batand Tongue of Dogge:
Adders Forkeand Blinde-wormes Sting
Lizards leggeand Howlets wing:
For a Charme of powrefull trouble
Like a Hell-brothboyle and bubble

All. Doubledoubletoyle and trouble
Fire burneand Cauldron bubble

3 Scale of DragonTooth of Wolfe
Witches MummeyMawand Gulfe
Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke:
Roote of Hemlockedigg'd i'th' darke:
Liuer of Blaspheming Iew
Gall of Goateand Slippes of Yew
Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse:
Nose of Turkeand Tartars lips:
Finger of Birth-strangled Babe
Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab
Make the Grewell thickeand slab.
Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron
For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron

All. Doubledoubletoyle and trouble
Fire burneand Cauldron bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Enter Hecatand the other three Witches.

Hec. O well done: I commend your paines
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.

2 By the pricking of my Thumbes
Something wicked this way comes:
Open Lockeswho euer knockes.
Enter Macbeth.

Macb. How now you secretblack& midnight Hags?
What is't you do?
All. A deed without a name

Macb. I coniure youby that which you Professe
(How ere you come to know it) answer me:
Though you vntye the Windesand 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 Pallacesand Pyramids do slope
Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure
Of Natures Germainetumble altogether
Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me
To what I aske you

1 Speake

2 Demand

3 Wee'l answer

1 Sayif th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes
Or from our Masters

Macb. Call 'em: let me see 'em

1 Powre in Sowes bloodthat hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
From the Murderers Gibbetthrow
Into the Flame

All. Come high or low:
Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show.
Thunder. 1. Apparationan Armed Head.

Macb. Tell methou vnknowne power

1 He knowes thy thought:
Heare his speechbut say thou nought

1 Appar. MacbethMacbethMacbeth:
Beware Macduffe
Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.

He Descends.

Macb. What ere thou artfor thy good cautionthanks
Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more

1 He will not be commanded: heere's another
More potent then the first.

Thunder. 2 Apparitiona Bloody Childe.

2 Appar. MacbethMacbethMacbeth

Macb. Had I three earesIl'd heare thee

Appar. Be bloodybold& resolute:
Laugh to scorne
The powre of man: For none of woman borne
Shall harme Macbeth.


Mac. Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee?
But yet Ile make assurance: double sure
And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue
That I may tell pale-hearted Feareit lies;

And sleepe in spight of Thunder.

Thunder 3 Apparationa Childe Crownedwith a Tree in his hand.

What is thisthat rises like the issue of a King
And weares vpon his Baby-browthe round
And top of Soueraignty?

All. Listenbut speake not too't

3 Appar. Be Lyon metledproudand take no care:
Who chafeswho fretsor where Conspirers are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd bevntill
Great Byrnam Woodto high Dunsmane Hill
Shall come against him.


Macb. That will neuer bee:
Who can impresse the Forrestbid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadmentsgood:
Rebellious deadrise neuer till the Wood
Of Byrnan riseand our high plac'd Macbeth
Shall liue the Lease of Naturepay his breath
To timeand mortall Custome. Yet my Hart
Throbs to know one thing: Tell meif your Art
Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer
Reigne in this Kingdome?

All. Seeke to know no more

Macb. I will be satisfied. Deny me this
And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.
Why sinkes that Caldron? & what noise is this?


1 Shew

2 Shew

3 Shew

All. Shew his Eyesand greeue his Hart
Come like shadowesso depart.

A shew of eight Kingsand Banquo lastwith a glasse in his hand.

Macb. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down:
Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire
Thou other Gold-bound-browis like the first:
A thirdis 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 appeareswho beares a glasse
Which shewes me many more: and some I see
That two-fold Ballesand 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?

1 I Sirall this is so. But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come Sisterscheere 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 dutiesdid his welcome pay.

Musicke. The Witches Danceand vanish.

Macb. Where are they? Gone?
Let this pernitious houre
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
Come inwithout there.
Enter Lenox.

Lenox. What's your Graces will

Macb. Saw you the Weyard Sisters?
Lenox. No my Lord

Macb. Came they not by you?
Lenox. No indeed my Lord

Macb. Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride
And damn'd all those that trust them. I did heare
The gallopping of Horse. Who was't came by?

Len. 'Tis two or three my Lordthat bring you word:
Macduff is fled to England

Macb. Fled to England?
Len. Imy good Lord

Macb. Timethou anticipat'st my dread exploits:
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 MacduffI will surprize.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wifehis Babesand all vnfortunate Soules
That trace him in his Line. No boasting like a Foole
This deed Ile dobefore this purpose coole
But no more sights. Where are these Gentlemen?
Come bring me where they are.


Scena Secunda.

Enter Macduffes Wifeher Sonand Rosse.

Wife. What had he doneto make him fly the Land?
Rosse. You must haue patience Madam

Wife. He had none:
His flight was madnesse: when our Actions do not
Our feares do make vs Traitors

Rosse. You know not
Whether it was his wisedomeor his feare

Wife. Wisedom? to leaue his wifeto leaue his Babes
His Mansionand his Titlesin 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 Nestagainst the Owle:
All is the Feareand nothing is the Loue;
As little is the Wisedomewhere the flight
So runnes against all reason

Rosse. My deerest Cooz
I pray you schoole your selfe. But for your Husband
He is NobleWiseIudiciousand best knowes
The fits o'th' Season. I dare not speake much further
But cruell are the timeswhen we are Traitors
And do not know our selues: when we hold Rumor
From what we feareyet know not what we feare
But floate vpon a wilde and violent Sea
Each wayand moue. I take my leaue of you:
Shall not be long but Ile be heere againe:
Things at the worst will ceaseor else climbe vpward
To what they were before. My pretty Cosine
Blessing vpon you

Wife. Father'd he is
And yet hee's Father-lesse

Rosse. I am so much a Fooleshould I stay longer
It would be my disgraceand your discomfort.
I take my leaue at once.

Exit Rosse.

Wife. Sirrayour Fathers dead
And what will you do now? How will you liue?
Son. As Birds do Mother

Wife. What with Wormesand Flyes?
Son. With what I get I meaneand so do they

Wife. Poore Bird
Thou'dst neuer Feare the Netnor Lime
The Pitfallnor the Gin

Son. Why should I Mother?
Poore Birds they are not set for:
My Father is not dead for all your saying

Wife. Yeshe is dead:

How wilt thou do for a Father?
Son. Nay how will you do for a Husband?
Wife. Why I can buy me twenty at any Market

Son. Then you'l by 'em to sell againe

Wife. Thou speak'st withall thy wit
And yet I'faith with wit enough for thee

Son. Was my Father a TraitorMother?
Wife. Ithat he was

Son. What is a Traitor?
Wife. Why one that swearesand lyes

Son. And be all Traitorsthat do so

Wife. Euery one that do's sois a Traitor
And must be hang'd

Son. And must they all be hang'dthat swear and lye?
Wife. Euery one

Son. Who must hang them?
Wife. Whythe honest men

Son. Then the Liars and Swearers are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enowto beate the honest men
and hang vp them

Wife. Now God helpe theepoore Monkie:
But how wilt thou do for a Father?

Son. If he were deadyoul'd weepe for him: if you
would notit were a good signethat I should quickely
haue a new Father

Wife. Poore pratlerhow thou talk'st?
Enter a Messenger.

Mes. Blesse you faire Dame: I am not to you known
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 youwere fell Cruelty
Which is too nie your person. Heauen preserue you
I dare abide no longer.

Exit Messenger

Wife. Whether should I flye?
I haue done no harme. But I remember now
I am in this earthly world: where to do harme
Is often laudableto 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?
Enter Murtherers.

Mur. Where is your Husband?
Wife. I hope in no place so vnsanctified
Where such as thou may'st finde him

Mur. He's a Traitor

Son. Thou ly'st thou shagge-ear'd Villaine

Mur. What you Egge?
Yong fry of Treachery?
Son. He ha's kill'd me Mother
Run away I pray you.

Exit crying Murther.

Scaena Tertia.

Enter Malcolme and Macduffe.

Mal. Let vs seeke out some desolate shade& there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

Macd. Let vs rather
Hold fast the mortall Sword: and like good men
Bestride our downfall Birthdome: each new Morne
New Widdowes howlenew Orphans crynew sorowes
Strike heauen on the facethat it resounds
As if it felt with Scotlandand yell'd out
Like Syllable of Dolour

Mal. What I beleeueIle waile;
What knowbeleeue; and what I can redresse
As I shall finde the time to friend: I wil.
What you haue spokeit may be so perchance.
This Tyrantwhose sole name blisters our tongues
Was once thought honest: you haue lou'd him well
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am yongbut something
You may discerne of him through meand wisedome
To offer vp a weakepoore innocent Lambe
T' appease an angry God

Macd. I am not treacherous

Malc. But Macbeth is.
A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle
In an Imperiall charge. But I shall craue your pardon:
That which you aremy thoughts cannot transpose;
Angels are bright stillthough the brightest fell.
Though all things foulewould wear the brows of grace
Yet Grace must still looke so

Macd. I haue lost my Hopes

Malc. Perchance euen there
Where I did finde my doubts.
Why in that rawnesse left you Wifeand Childe?
Those precious Motiuesthose strong knots of Loue
Without leaue-taking. I pray you
Let not my Iealousiesbe your Dishonors
But mine owne Safeties: you may be rightly iust
What euer I shall thinke

Macd. Bleedbleed poore Country
Great Tyrranylay thou thy basis sure
For goodnesse dare not check thee: wear y thy wrongs
The Titleis 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

Mal. Be not offended:
I speake not as in absolute feare of you:
I thinke our Country sinkes beneath the yoake
It weepesit bleedsand 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 sufferand more sundry wayes then euer
By him that shall succeede

Macd. What should he be?
Mal. It is my selfe I meane: in whom I know

All the particulars of Vice so grafted
That when they shall be open'dblacke Macbeth
Will seeme as pure as Snowand the poore State
Esteeme him as a Lambebeing compar'd
With my confinelesse harmes

Macd. Not in the Legions
Of horrid Hellcan come a Diuell more damn'd
In euilsto top Macbeth

Mal. I grant him Bloody
SodaineMalicioussmacking of euery sinne
That ha's a name. But there's no bottomenone
In my Voluptuousnesse: Your Wiuesyour Daughters
Your Matronsand your Maidescould not fill vp
The Cesterne of my Lustand my Desire
All continent Impediments would ore-beare
That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth
Then such an one to reigne

Macd. Boundlesse intemperance
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 youto deuoure so many
As will to Greatnesse dedicate themselues
Finding it so inclinde

Mal. With thisthere growes
In my most ill-composd Affectionsuch
A stanchlesse Auaricethat were I King
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands
Desire his Iewelsand this others House
And my more-hauingwould be as a Sawce
To make me hunger morethat I should forge
Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall
Destroying them for wealth

Macd. This Auarice
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 Foysonsto fill vp your will
Of your meere Owne. All these are portable
With other Graces weigh'd

Mal. But I haue none. The King-becoming Graces
As IusticeVerityTemp'ranceStablenesse
I haue no rellish of thembut abound
In the diuision of each seuerall Crime
Acting it many wayes. Nayhad I powreI should
Poure the sweet Milke of Concordinto Hell
Vprore the vniuersall peaceconfound
All vnity on earth

Macd. O ScotlandScotland

Mal. If such a one be fit to gouernespeake:
I am as I haue spoken

Mac. Fit to gouern? No not to liue. O Natio[n] miserable!

With an vntitled Tyrantbloody 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 kneesthen 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

Mal. Macduffthis Noble passion

Childe of integrityhath from my soule

Wip'd the blacke Scruplesreconcil'd my thoughts

To thy good Truthand Honor. Diuellish Macbeth

By many of these traineshath 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 Directionand

Vnspeake mine owne detraction. Heere abiure

The taintsand blames I laide vpon my selfe

For strangers to my Nature. I am yet

Vnknowne to Womanneuer was forsworne

Scarsely haue coueted what was mine owne.

At no time broke my Faithwould not betray

The Deuill to his Fellowand delight

No lesse in truth then life. My first false speaking

Was this vpon my selfe. What I am truly

Is thineand my poore Countries to command:

Whither indeedbefore they heere approach

Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike men

Already at a pointwas setting foorth:

Now wee'l togetherand the chance of goodnesse

Be like our warranted Quarrell. Why are you silent?
Macd. Such welcomeand vnwelcom things at once

'Tis hard to reconcile.

Enter a Doctor.

Mal. Wellmore anon. Comes the King forth

I pray you?
Doct. I Sir: there are a crew of wretched Soules

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.


Mal. I thanke you Doctor

Macd. What's the Disease he meanes?

Mal. Tis call'd the Euill.

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 Vlcerouspittifull to the eye

The meere dispaire of Surgeryhe cures

Hanging a golden stampe about their neckes

Put on with holy Prayersand '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 Rosse.

Macd. See who comes heere

Malc. My Countryman: but yet I know him not

Macd. My euer gentle Cozenwelcome hither

Malc. I know him now. Good God betimes remoue
The meanes that makes vs Strangers

Rosse. SirAmen

Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?

Rosse. Alas poore Countrey
Almost affraid to know it selfe. It cannot
Be call'd our Motherbut our Graue; where nothing
But who knowes nothingis once seene to smile:
Where sighesand groanesand shrieks that rent the ayre
Are madenot mark'd: Where violent sorrow seemes
A Moderne extasie: The Deadmans knell
Is there scarse ask'd for whoand good mens liues
Expire before the Flowers in their Caps
Dyingor ere they sicken

Macd. Oh Relation; too niceand yet too true

Malc. What's the newest griefe?
Rosse. That of an houres agedoth hisse the speaker
Each minute teemes a new one

Macd. How do's my Wife?
Rosse. Why well

Macd. And all my Children?
Rosse. Well too

Macd. The Tyrant ha's not batter'd at their peace?
Rosse. Nothey were wel at peacewhen I did leaue 'em
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech: How gos't?
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Tydings

Which I haue heauily bornethere ran a Rumour
Of many worthy Fellowesthat were out
Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather
For that I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot.
Now is the time of helpe: your eye in Scotland
Would create Soldioursmake our women fight
To doffe their dire distresses

Malc. Bee't their comfort
We are comming thither: Gracious England hath
Lent vs good Seywardand ten thousand men
An olderand a better Souldiernone
That Christendome giues out

Rosse. Would I could answer
This comfort with the like. But I haue words
That would be howl'd out in the desert ayre

Where hearing should not latch them

Macd. What concerne they
The generall causeor is it a Fee-griefe
Due to some single brest?

Rosse. No minde that's honest
But in it shares some woethough the maine part
Pertaines to you alone

Macd. If it be mine
Keepe it not from mequickly let me haue it

Rosse. Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer
Which shall possesse them with the heauiest sound
that euer yet they heard

Macd. Humh: I guesse at it

Rosse. Your Castle is surpriz'd: your Wifeand Babes
Sauagely slaughter'd: To relate the manner
Were on the Quarry of these murther'd Deere
To adde the death of you

Malc. Mercifull Heauen:
What manne're pull your hat vpon your browes:
Giue sorrow words; the griefe that do's not speake
Whispers the o're-fraught heartand bids it breake

Macd. My Children too?
Ro. WifeChildrenSeruantsall that could be found

Macd. And I must be from thence? My wife kil'd too?
Rosse. I haue said

Malc. Be comforted.
Let's make vs Med'cines of our great Reuenge
To cure this deadly greefe

Macd. He ha's no Children. All my pretty ones?
Did you say All? Oh Hell-Kite! All?
WhatAll my pretty Chickensand their Damme
At one fell swoope?

Malc. Dispute it like a man

Macd. I shall do so:
But I must also feele it as a man;
I cannot but remember such things were
That were most precious to me: Did heauen looke on
And would not take their part? Sinfull Macduff
They were all strooke for thee: Naught that I am
Not for their owne demeritsbut for mine
Fell slaughter on their soules: Heauen rest them now

Mal. Be this the Whetstone of your swordlet griefe
Conuert to anger: blunt not the heartenrage it

Macd. O I could play the woman with mine eyes
And Braggart with my tongue. But gentle Heauens
Cut short all intermission: Front to Front
Bring thou this Fiend of Scotlandand my selfe
Within my Swords length set himif he scape
Heauen forgiue him too

Mal. This time goes manly:

Come go we to the Kingour Power is ready
Our lacke is nothing but our leaue. Macbeth
Is ripe for shakingand the Powres aboue
Put on their Instruments: Receiue what cheere you may
The Night is longthat neuer findes the Day.


Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.

Enter a Doctor of Physickeand a Wayting Gentlewoman.

Doct. I haue too Nights watch'd with youbut can
perceiue no truth in your report. When was it shee last

Gent. Since his Maiesty went into the FieldI haue
seene her rise from her bedthrow her Night-Gown vppon
hervnlocke her Clossettake foorth paperfolde it
write vpon'tread itafterwards Seale itand againe returne
to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleepe

Doct. A great perturbation in Natureto receyue at
once the benefit of sleepand do the effects of watching.
In this slumbry agitationbesides her walkingand other
actuall performanceswhat (at any time) haue you heard
her say?

Gent. That Sirwhich I will not report after her

Doct. You may to meand 'tis most meet you should

Gent. Neither to younor any onehauing no witnesse
to confirme my speech.
Enter Ladywith a Taper.

Lo youheere she comes: This is her very guiseand vpon
my life fast asleepe: obserue herstand close

Doct. How came she by that light?
Gent. Why it stood by her: she ha's light by her continually
'tis her command

Doct. You see her eyes are open

Gent. Ibut their sense are shut

Doct. What is it she do's now?
Looke how she rubbes her hands

Gent. It is an accustom'd action with herto seeme
thus washing her hands: I haue knowne her continue in
this a quarter of an houre

Lad. Yet heere's a spot

Doct. Hearkshe speaksI will set downe what comes
from herto satisfie my remembrance the more strongly

La. Out damned spot: out I say. One: Two: Why
then 'tis time to doo't: Hell is murky. Fyemy Lordfie
a Souldierand affear'd? what need we feare? who knowes
itwhen none can call our powre to accompt: yet who
would haue thought the olde man to haue had so much
blood in him

Doct. Do you marke that?

Lad. The Thane of Fifehad a wife: where is she now?
What will these hands ne're be cleane? No more o'that
my Lordno more o'that: you marre all with this starting

Doct. Go toogo too:
You haue knowne what you should not

Gent. She ha's spoke what shee should notI am sure
of that: Heauen knowes what she ha's knowne

La. Heere's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes
of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

Doct. What a sigh is there? The hart is sorely charg'd

Gent. I would not haue such a heart in my bosome
for the dignity of the whole body

Doct. Wellwellwell

Gent. Pray God it be sir

Doct. This disease is beyond my practise: yet I haue
knowne those which haue walkt in their sleepwho haue
dyed holily in their beds

Lad. Wash your handsput on your Night-Gowne
looke not so pale: I tell you yet againe Banquo's buried;
he cannot come out on's graue

Doct. Euen so?

Lady. To bedto bed: there's knocking at the gate:
Comecomecomecomegiue me your hand: What's
donecannot be vndone. To bedto bedto bed.

Exit Lady.

Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Gent. Directly

Doct. Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds
Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes
To their deafe pillowes will discharge their Secrets:
More needs she the Diuinethen the Physitian:
GodGod forgiue vs all. Looke after her
Remoue from her the meanes of all annoyance
And still keepe eyes vpon her: So goodnight
My minde she ha's matedand amaz'd my sight.
I thinkebut dare not speake

Gent. Good night good Doctor.


Scena Secunda.

Drum and Colours. Enter MentethCathnesAngusLenox

Ment. The English powre is neereled on by Malcolm
His Vnkle Seywardand the good Macduff.

Reuenges burne in them: for their deere causes
Would to the bleedingand the grim Alarme
Excite the mortified man

Ang. Neere Byrnan wood
Shall we well meet themthat way are they comming

Cath. Who knowes if Donalbane be with his brother?

Len. For certaine Sirhe is not: I haue a File
Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards Sonne
And many vnruffe youthsthat euen now
Protest their first of Manhood

Ment. What do's the Tyrant

Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly Fortifies:
Some say hee's mad: Othersthat lesser hate him
Do call it valiant Furybut for certaine
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of Rule

Ang. Now do's he feele
His secret Murthers sticking on his hands
Now minutely Reuolts vpbraid his Faith-breach:
Those he commandsmoue onely in command
Nothing in loue: Now do's he feele his Title
Hang loose about himlike a Giants Robe
Vpon a dwarfish Theefe

Ment. Who then shall blame
His pester'd Senses to recoyleand start
When all that is within himdo's condemne
It selfefor being there

Cath. Wellmarch we on
To giue Obediencewhere 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the Med'cine of the sickly Weale
And with him poure we in our Countries purge
Each drop of vs

Lenox. Or so much as it needes
To dew the Soueraigne Flowerand drowne the Weeds:
Make we our March towards Birnan.

Exeunt. marching.

Scaena Tertia.

Enter MacbethDoctorand Attendants.

Macb. Bring me no more Reportslet them flye all:
Till Byrnane wood remoue to Dunsinane
I cannot taint with Feare. What's the Boy Malcolme?
Was he not borne of woman? The Spirits that know
All mortall Consequenceshaue pronounc'd me thus:
Feare not Macbethno man that's borne of woman
Shall ere haue power vpon thee. Then fly false Thanes
And mingle with the English Epicures
The minde I sway byand the heart I beare
Shall neuer sagge with doubtnor shake with feare.
Enter Seruant.

The diuell damne thee blackethou cream-fac'd Loone:

Where got'st thou that Goose-looke

Ser. There is ten thousand

Macb. Geese Villaine?
Ser. Souldiers Sir

Macb. Go pricke thy faceand ouer-red thy feare
Thou Lilly-liuer'd Boy. What SoldiersPatch?
Death of thy Soulethose Linnen cheekes of thine
Are Counsailers to feare. What Soldiers Whay-face?

Ser. The English Forceso please you

Macb. Take thy face hence. SeytonI am sick at hart
When I behold: SeytonI saythis push
Will cheere me eueror dis-eate me now.
I haue liu'd long enough: my way of life
Is falne into the Searethe yellow Leafe
And that which should accompany Old-Age
As HonorLoueObedienceTroopes of Friends
I must not looke to haue: but in their steed
Cursesnot lowd but deepeMouth-honorbreath
Which the poore heart would faine denyand dare not.
Enter Seyton.

Sey. What's your gracious pleasure?
Macb. What Newes more?
Sey. All is confirm'd my Lordwhich was reported

Macb. Ile fighttill from my bonesmy flesh be hackt.
Giue me my Armor

Seyt. 'Tis not needed yet

Macb. Ile put it on:
Send out moe Horsesskirre the Country round
Hang those that talke of Feare. Giue me mine Armor:
How do's your PatientDoctor?

Doct. Not so sicke my Lord
As she is troubled with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb. Cure of that:
Can'st thou not Minister to a minde diseas'd
Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow
Raze out the written troubles of the Braine
And with some sweet Obliuious Antidote
Cleanse the stufft bosomeof that perillous stuffe
Which weighes vpon the heart?

Doct. Therein the Patient
Must minister to himselfe

Macb. Throw Physicke to the DogsIle none of it.
Comeput mine Armour on: giue me my Staffe:
Seytonsend out: Doctorthe Thanes flye from me:
Come sirdispatch. If thou could'st Doctorcast
The Water of my Landfinde her Disease
And purge it to a sound and pristine Health
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho
That should applaud againe. Pull't off I say
What RubarbCymeor what Purgatiue drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?

Doct. I my good Lord: your Royall Preparation

Makes vs heare something

Macb. Bring it after me:
I will not be affraid of Death and Bane
Till Birnane Forrest come to Dunsinane

Doct. Were I from Dunsinane awayand cleere
Profit againe should hardly draw me heere.


Scena Quarta.

Drum and Colours. Enter MalcolmeSeywardMacduffe
Seywards Sonne
MentethCathnesAngusand Soldiers Marching.

Malc. CosinsI hope the dayes are neere at hand
That Chambers will be safe

Ment. We doubt it nothing

Seyw. What wood is this before vs?
Ment. The wood of Birnane

Malc. Let euery Souldier hew him downe a Bough
And bear't before himthereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our Hoastand make discouery
Erre in report of vs

Sold. It shall be done

Syw. We learne no otherbut the confident Tyrant
Keepes still in Dunsinaneand will indure
Our setting downe befor't

Malc. 'Tis his maine hope:
For where there is aduantage to be giuen
Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt
And none serue with himbut constrained things
Whose hearts are absent too

Macd. Let our iust Censures
Attend the true euentand put we on
Industrious Souldiership

Sey. The time approaches
That will with due decision make vs know
What we shall say we haueand what we owe:
Thoughts speculatiuetheir vnsure hopes relate
But certaine issuestroakes must arbitrate
Towards whichaduance the warre.

Exeunt. marching

Scena Quinta.

Enter MacbethSeyton& Souldierswith Drum and Colours.

Macb. Hang out our Banners on the outward walls
The Cry is stillthey come: our Castles strength
Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye
Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:
Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours

We might haue met them darefullbeard to beard
And beate them backward home. What is that noyse?

A Cry within of Women.

Sey. It is the cry of womenmy good Lord

Macb. I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares:
The time ha's beenemy sences would haue cool'd
To heare a Night-shriekeand my Fell of haire
Would at a dismall Treatise rowzeand stirre
As life were in't. I haue supt full with horrors
Direnesse familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry?

Sey. The Queene (my Lord) is dead

Macb. She should haue dy'de heereafter;
There would haue beene a time for such a word:
To morrowand to morrowand to morrow
Creepes in this petty pace from day to day
To the last Syllable of Recorded time:
And all our yesterdayeshaue lighted Fooles
The way to dusty death. Outoutbreefe Candle
Life's but a walking Shadowa poore Player
That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage
And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
Told by an Ideotfull of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
Enter a Messenger.

Thou com'st to vse thy Tongue: thy Story quickly

Mes. Gracious my Lord
I should report that which I say I saw
But know not how to doo't

Macb. Wellsay sir

Mes. As I did stand my watch vpon the Hill
I look'd toward Byrnaneand anon me thought
The Wood began to moue

Macb. Lyarand Slaue

Mes. Let me endure your wrathif't be not so:
Within this three Mile may you see it comming.
I saya mouing Groue

Macb. If thou speak'st false
Vpon the next Tree shall thou hang aliue
Till Famine cling thee: If thy speech be sooth
I care not if thou dost for me as much.
I pull in Resolutionand begin
To doubt th' Equiuocation of the Fiend
That lies like truth. Feare nottill Byrnane Wood
Do come to Dunsinaneand now a Wood
Comes toward Dunsinane. ArmeArmeand out
If this which he auouchesdo's appeare
There is nor flying hencenor tarrying here.
I 'ginne to be a-weary of the Sun
And wish th' estate o'th' world were now vndon.
Ring the Alarum Bellblow Windecome wracke
At least wee'l dye with Harnesse on our backe.


Scena Sexta.

Drumme and Colours. Enter MalcolmeSeywardMacduffeand
their Army
with Boughes.

Mal. Now neere enough:
Your leauy Skreenes throw downe
And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle)
Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne
Leade our first Battell. Worthy Macduffeand wee
Shall take vpon's what else remaines to do
According to our order

Sey. Fare you well:
Do we but finde the Tyrants power to night
Let vs be beatenif we cannot fight

Macd. Make all our Trumpets speakgiue the[m] all breath
Those clamorous Harbingers of Blood& Death.


Alarums continued.

Scena Septima.

Enter Macbeth.

Macb. They haue tied me to a stakeI cannot flye
But Beare-like I must fight the course. What's he
That was not borne of Woman? Such a one
Am I to feareor none.
Enter young Seyward.

Y.Sey. What is thy name?
Macb. Thou'lt be affraid to heare it

Y.Sey. No: though thou call'st thy selfe a hoter name
Then any is in hell

Macb. My name's Macbeth

Y.Sey. The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title
More hatefull to mine eare

Macb. No: nor more fearefull

Y.Sey. Thou lyest abhorred Tyrantwith my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.

Fightand young Seyward slaine.

Macb. Thou was't borne of woman;
But Swords I smile atWeapons laugh to scorne
Brandish'd by man that's of a Woman borne.

Alarums. Enter Macduffe.

Macd. That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face

If thou beest slaineand with no stroake of mine
My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still:
I cannot strike at wretched Kerneswhose armes
Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth
Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge
I sheath againe vndeeded. There thou should'st be
By this great clatterone of greatest note
Seemes bruited. Let me finde him Fortune
And more I begge not.

Exit. Alarums.

Enter Malcolme and Seyward.

Sey. This way my Lordthe Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants peopleon both sides do fight
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre
The day almost it selfe professes yours
And little is to do

Malc. We haue met with Foes
That strike beside vs

Sey. Enter Sirthe Castle.

Exeunt. Alarum

Enter Macbeth.

Macb. Why should I play the Roman Fooleand dye
On mine owne sword? whiles I see liuesthe gashes
Do better vpon them.
Enter Macduffe.

Macd. Turne Hell-houndturne

Macb. Of all men else I haue auoyded thee:
But get thee backemy soule is too much charg'd
With blood of thine already

Macd. I haue no words
My voice is in my Swordthou bloodier Villaine
Then tearmes can giue thee out.

Fight: Alarum

Macb. Thou loosest labour
As easie may'st thou the intrenchant Ayre
With thy keene Sword impresseas make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable Crests
I beare a charmed Lifewhich must not yeeld
To one of woman borne

Macd. Dispaire thy Charme
And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd
Tell theeMacduffe was from his Mothers womb
Vntimely ript

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tels mee so;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:
And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd
That palter with vs in a double sence
That keepe the word of promise to our eare
And breake it to our hope. Ile not fight with thee

Macd. Then yeeld thee Coward
And liue to be the shewand gaze o'th' time.
Wee'l haue theeas our rarer Monsters are
Painted vpon a poleand vnder-writ
Heere may you see the Tyrant

Macb. I will not yeeld
To kisse the ground before young Malcolmes feet
And to be baited with the Rabbles curse.
Though Byrnane wood be come to Dunsinane
And thou oppos'dbeing of no woman borne
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike Shield: Lay on Macduffe
And damn'd be himthat first cries holdenough.

Exeunt. fighting. Alarums.

Enter Fightingand Macbeth slaine.

Retreatand Flourish. Enter with Drumme and ColoursMalcolm
RosseThanes& Soldiers.

Mal. I would the Friends we missewere safe arriu'd

Sey. Some must go off: and yet by these I see
So great a day as this is cheapely bought

Mal. Macduffe is missingand your Noble Sonne

Rosse. Your son my Lordha's paid a souldiers debt
He onely liu'd but till he was a man
The which no sooner had his Prowesse confirm'd
In the vnshrinking station where he fought
But like a man he dy'de

Sey. Then he is dead?

Rosse. Iand brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
Must not be measur'd by his worthfor then
It hath no end

Sey. Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. Ion the Front

Sey. Why thenGods Soldier be he:
Had I as many Sonnesas I haue haires
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so his Knell is knoll'd

Mal. Hee's worth more sorrow
and that Ile spend for him

Sey. He's worth no more
They say he parted welland paid his score
And so God be with him. Here comes newer comfort.
Enter Macduffewith Macbeths head.

Macd. Haile Kingfor so thou art.
Behold where stands
Th' Vsurpers cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle
That speake my salutation in their minds:
Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine.

Haile King of Scotland

All. Haile King of Scotland.


Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time
Before we reckon with your seuerall loues
And make vs euen with you. My Thanes and Kinsmen
Henceforth be Earlesthe first that euer Scotland
In such an Honor nam'd: What's more to do
Which would be planted newly with the time
As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad
That fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny
Producing forth the cruell Ministers
Of this dead Butcherand his Fiend-like Queene;
Who (as 'tis thought) by selfe and violent hands
Tooke off her life. Thisand what need full else
That call's vpon vsby the Grace of Grace
We will performe in measuretimeand place:
So thankes to all at onceand to each one
Whom we inuiteto see vs Crown'd at Scone.

Flourish. Exeunt Omnes.