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.
Alarum within. Enter King MalcomeDonalbaineLenoxwith attendants 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 Banquoh?
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.
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.
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.
Flourish. Enter KingLenoxMalcolmeDonalbaineand Attendants.
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. Enter.
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.
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
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.
Hoboyesand Torches. Enter KingMalcolmeDonalbaine BanquoLenox 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.
Hoboyes. Torches. Enter a Sewerand diuers Seruants with Dishes and 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 Clock
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.
Macb. Goe bid thy Mistressewhen my drinke is ready She strike vpon the Bell. Get thee to bed. Enter.
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. Enter.
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. Enter.
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.
Enter a Porter. Knocking within.
Porter. Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were Porter of Hell Gatehee should haue old turning the Key.
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. Knock.
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 prouoke?
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 seruice.
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.
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
Old M. Gods benyson go with youand with those That would make good of badand Friends of Foes.
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
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 and Attendants.
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. Farwell.
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.
Sirrhaa word with you: Attend those men
Our pleasure? Seruant. They aremy Lordwithout the Pallace
Macb. Bring them before vs.
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.
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.
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. Enter.
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.
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. Exeunt.
Banquet prepar'd. Enter MacbethLadyRosseLenoxLordsand Attendants.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 LuxuriousAuariciousFalseDeceitfull 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 BountyPerseueranceMercyLowlinesse DeuotionPatienceCourageFortitude 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
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 walk'd?
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. Ohohoh
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
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.
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.
Drum and Colours. Enter MentethCathnesAngusLenox Soldiers.
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.
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. Seyton? 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.
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.
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.
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.
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. Enter.
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.
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.
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.
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 Seyward 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.