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Much Ado About Nothing
Szerkesztette: Samuel Johnson
173. ACT I. SCENE I.
A Court before Leonato's House.
Enter Leonato, HERO and Beatrice, with a Messenger.
LEONATO
I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arragon
comes this night to Messina.
MESSENGER
He is very near by this; he was not three
leagues off when I left him.
LEONATO
How many gentlemen have you lost in this
action?
MESSENGER
But few of any Sort, and none of Name.
LEONATO
A victory is twice itself, when the atchiever
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brings home full numbers; I find here, that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine, call'd Claudio.
MESSENGER
Much deserved on his part, and equally remembred by Don Pedro: he hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the figure of a
lamb the feats of a lion: he hath, indeed, better better'd expectation, than you must expect of me to tell
you how.
LEONATO
He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very
much glad of it.
MESSENGER
I have already delivered him letters, and there
appears much joy in him; even so much, that joy
�could not shew itself modest enough, without a badge
of bitterness.
LEONATO
Did he break out into tears?
MESSENGER
In great measure.
LEONATO
A kind overflow of kindness. There are no
faces truer than those that are so wash'd. How much
better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping!
BEATRICE I pray you, is Signior Montanto return'd
from the wars or no?
MESSENGER
I know none of that name, Lady; there was
none such in the army of any Sort.
LEONATO
What is he that you ask for, Need!
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HERO
My Cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua.
MESSENGER
O, he's return'd, and as pleasant as ever he
was.
BEATRICE
He set up his bills here in Messina and challeng'd Cupid at the flight; and my Uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscrib'd for Cupid, and challeng'd
him at the bird-bolt. I pray you, how many hath he
kill'd and eaten in these wars? but how many hath he
kill'd? for, indeed, I promis'd to eat all of his killing.
LEONATO
Faith, Neice, you tax Signior Benedick too
much; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not.
MESSENGER
He hath done good service. Lady, in these
wars.
�BEATRICE
You had musty victuals, and he hath holp to
eat it; he's a very valiant trencher-man, he hath an
excellent stomach.
MESSENGER
And a good soldier too, Lady.
BEATRICE
And a good soldier to a lady? but what is
he to a lord?
MESSENGER
A lord to a lord, a man to a man, stufft with
all honourable virtues.
BEATRICE
It is so, indeed: he is no less than a stufft
man: but for the stuffing, — well, we are all mortal.
LEONATO
You must not. Sir, mistake my Niece; there
is a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and
her; they never meet, but there's a skirmish of Wit
between them.
BEATRICE
Alas, he gets nothing by That. In our last
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conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and
now is the whole man govern'd with one: So that if
he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let
him bear it for a difference between himself and his
horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be
known a reasonable creature. Who is his companion
now? he hath every month a new sworn brother.
MESSENGER
Is it possible?
BEATRICE
Very easily possible; 9 he wears his faith but
as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next
block.
MESSENGER
�I see, Lady, the gentleman is not in your
books.
BEATRICE
No; an he were, I would burn my Study.
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But, I pray you, who is his companion? is there no
young squarer now, that will make a voyage with
him to the devil?
MESSENGER
He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.
BEATRICE
O lord, he will hang upon him like a disease;
he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker
runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio, if
he have caught the Benedick; it will cost him a thousand pounds ere he be cur'd.
MESSENGER
I will hold friends with you, Lady.
BEATRICE
Do, good friend.
LEONATO
You'll ne'er run mad, Neice.
BEATRICE
No, not 'till a hot January.
MESSENGER
Don Pedro is approach'd.
SCENE II
Enter Don Pedro Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar, and
Don John.
PEDRO
Good Signior Leonato, you are come to meet
your trouble: the fashion of the world is to avoid
cost, and you encounter it.
LEONATO
�Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your Grace; for trouble being gone, comfort
should remain; but when you depart from me, forrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.
PEDRO
You embrace your charge too willingly: I
think this is your daughter.
LEONATO
Her mother hath many times told me so.
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BENEDICK
Were you in doubt, Sir, that you askt her?
LEONATO
Signior Benedick, no; for then were you a
child —
PEDRO
You have it full, Benedick; we may guess
by this what you are, being a man: truly the lady
fathers herself; be happy, lady, for you are like an
honourable father.
BENEDICK
If Signior Leonato be her father, the would
not have his head on her shoulders for all Messina, as
like him as the is.
BEATRICE
I wonder, that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick; no body marks you.
BENEDICK
What, my dear lady Disdain! are you yet
living?
BEATRICE
Is it possible, Disdain should die, while the
hath such meet food to feed it, as Signior Benedick?
Courtesie itself must convert to Disdain, if you come
in her presence.
BENEDICK
Then is courtesie a turncoat; but it is certain, I am lov'd of all ladies, only you excepted; and
�I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard
heart, for truly I love none.
BEATRICE
A dear happiness to women; they would else
have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank
God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for
that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than
a man swear he loves me.
BENEDICK
God keep your ladyship still in that mind!
so some gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate
scratcht face.
BEATRICE
Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere
such a face as yours were.
BENEDICK
Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.
BEATRICE
A bird of my tongue is better than a beast
of yours.
BENEDICK
I would, my horse had the speed of your
tongue, and so good a continuer; but keep your way
o'God's name, I have done.
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BEATRICE
You always end with a jade's trick; I know
you of old.
PEDRO
This is the sum of all: Leonato,—Signior
Claudio, and Signior Benedick,—my dear friend Leonato hath invited you all; I tell him, we shall stay
here at the least a month; and he heartily prays, some
occasion may detain us longer: I dare swear, he is
no hypocrite, but prays from his heart.
LEONATO
If you swear, my Lord, you shall not be
forsworn.— Let me bid you welcome, my lord, being reconciled to the prince your brother; I owe
�you all duty.
JOHN
I thank you; I am not of many words, but
I thank you.
LEONATO
Please it your Grace lead on?
PEDRO
Your hand, Leonato; we will go together.
[Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio.
SCENE III.
CLAUDIO
Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of
Signior Leonato?
BENEDICK
I noted her not, but I look'd on her.
CLAUDIO
Is the not a modest young lady?
BENEDICK
Do you question me, as an honest man should
do, for my simple true judgment? or would you
have me speak after my custom, as being a professed
tyrant to their sex?
CLAUDIO
No, I pr'ythee, speak in sober judgment.
BENEDICK
Why, i'faith, methinks, she is too low for
an high praise, too brown for a fair praise; and too
little for a great praise; only this commendation I
can afford her, that were the other than she is, she
were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is,
I do not like her.
CLAUDIO
Thou think'st, I am in sport; I pray thee
tell me truly how thou lik'st her.
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�BENEDICK
Would you buy her, that you enquire after
her?
CLAUDIO
Can the world buy such a jewel?
BENEDICK
Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you
this with a sad brow? or do you play the flouting
Jack, to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder, and Vulcan a rare carpenter? come, in what key shall a man
take you to go in the Song?
CLAUDIO
In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady that I
ever look'd on.
BENEDICK
I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no
such matter; there's her Cousin, if she were not possest with such a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty,
as the first of May doth the last of December: but I
hope, you have no intent to turn husband, have you?
CLAUDIO
I would scarce trust myself, tho' I had sworn
the contrary, if Hero would be my wife.
BENEDICK
Is't come to this, in faith? hath not the world
one man, but he will wear his cap with suspicion;
shall I never see a batchelor of threescore again? go
to, i'faith, if thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a
yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays:
look, Don Pedro is return'd to seek you.
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SCENE IV.
Re-enter Don Pedro and Don John.
PEDRO
What secret hath held you here, that you
follow'd not to Leonato's house?
BENEDICK
I would, your Grace would constrain me to tell.
�PEDRO
I charge thee oh thy allegiance.
BENEDICK
You hear, Count Claudio, I can be secret as
a dumb man, I would have you think so; but on my
alliegiance, — mark you this, — on my allegiance. — He
is in love. With whom? — now that is your Grace's
part.— Mark how short his answer is — with Hero
Leonato's short daughter.
CLAUDIO
If this were so, so were it uttered.
BENEDICK
Like the old tale, my lord, it is not so, nor
'twas not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so.
CLAUDIO
If my passion change not shortly, God forbid it should be otherwise.
PEDRO
Amen, if you love her, for the Lady is
very well worthy.
CLAUDIO
You speak this to fetch me in, my Lord.
PEDRO
By my troth, I speak my thought.
CLAUDIO
And, in faith, my Lord, I spoke mine.
BENEDICK
And by my two faiths and troths, my Lord
I speak mine.
CLAUDIO
That I love her, I feel.
PEDRO
That she is worthy, I know.
BENEDICK
That I neither feel how she should be loved,
nor know how she should be worthy, is the opinion
that fire cannot melt out of me; I will die in it at the
�stake.
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PEDRO
Thou wast ever an obstinate heretick in the
despight of beauty.
CLAUDIO
And never could maintain his part, but
in the force of his will.
BENEDICK
That a woman conceived me, I thank her;
that she brought me up, I likewise give her most
humble thanks; but that I will have a rechate winded
in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible
baldrick, all women shall pardon me; because I will
not do them the Wrong to mistrust any, I will do my
self the Right to trust none; and the fine is, (for the
which I may go the finer,) I will live a batchelor.
PEDRO
I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with
love.
BENEDICK
With anger, with sickness, or with hunger,
my lord, not with love: prove, that ever I lose more
blood with love, than I will get again with drinking,
pick out mine eyes with a balladmaker's pen, and
hang me up at the door of a brothel-house for the
Sign of blind Cupid.
PEDRO
Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith,
thou wilt prove a notable argument.
BENEDICK
If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and
shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapt on
the shoulder, and call'd Adam.
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PEDRO
Well, as time shall try; in time the savage
�bull doth bear the yoke.
BENEDICK
The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible
Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's-horns, and set
them in my forehead, and let me be vilely painted;
and in such great letters as they write, Here is good
Horse to hire, let them signifie under my Sign, Here
you may see Benedick the marry'd man.
CLAUDIO
If this should ever happen, thou would'st
be horn-mad.
PEDRO
Nay, if Cupid hath not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.
BENEDICK
I look for an earthquake too then.
PEDRO
Well, you will temporize with the hours;
in the mean time, good Signior Benedick; repair to
Leonato's, commend me to him, and tell him I will
not fail him at supper; for, indeed, he hath made
great preparation.
BENEDICK
I have almost matter enough in me for such
an embassage, and so I commit you ——
CLAUDIO
To the tuition of God; From my house, if
I had it, ——
PEDRO
The sixth of July, your loving friend, Benedick.
BENEDICK
Nay, mock not, mock not; the body of your
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discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the
guards arc but slightly basted on neither: ere * you
flout old ends any further, examine your conscience,
and so I leave you. [Exit.
�SCENE V.
CLAUDIO
My Liege, your Highness now may do me
good.
PEDRO
My love is thine to teach, teach it but how,
And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn
Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
CLAUDIO Hath Leonato any son, my lord?
PEDRO No child but HERO she's his only heir;
Dost thou affect her, Claudio?
CLAUDIO
O my lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye;
That lik'd, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love;
But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant; in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate Desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is;
Saying, 1 lik'd her ere I went to wars.
PEDRO Thou wilt be like a lover presently.
And tire the hearer with a book of words.
If thou dost love fair HERO cherish it,
And I will break with her, and with her Father;
And Thou shalt have her. Was't not to this end.
That thou began'st to twist so fine a story?
CLAUDIO
How sweetly do you minister to love,
That know love's grief by his complection!
But left my liking might too sudden seem,
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I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise.
PEDRO
What need the bridge much broader than
the flood?
Re-enter Leonato and Antonio,
�LEONATO
How now, Brother, where is my Cousin
your son? hath he provided this musick?
ANTONIO
He is very busy about it; but, brother, I can
tell you news that you yet dream'd not of.
LEONATO
Are they good?
ANTONIO
As the event stamps them, but they have a
good cover; they show well outward. The Prince
and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley
in my orchard, were thus over-heard by a man of
mine: The Prince discover'd to Claudio, that he lov'd
my neice your daughter, and meant to acknowledge
it this night in a dance; and if he found her accordant, he meant to take the present time by the top, and
instantly break with you of it.
LEONATO
Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this?
ANTONIO A good sharp fellow; I will send for him,
and question him yourself.
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LEONATO
No, no; we will hold it as a dreams 'till it
appear itself. But I will acquaint my daughter withal,
that she may be the better prepared for answer, if peradventure this be true; go you and tell her of it.
[Several cross the Stage here.] Cousin, you know what
you have to do. — O, I cry you mercy, friend, go you
with me and I will use your skill. Good cousin, have
a care this busy time. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.
Changes to an Apartment in Leonato's House,
Enter Don John and Conrade.
CONRADE
What the good-jer, my lord, why are
you thus out of measure sad?
�JOHN
There is no measure in the occasion that
breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.
CONRADE
You should hear reason.
JOHN
And when I have heard it, what Blessing
bringeth it?
CONRADE
If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferance.
JOHN
I wonder, that, thou (being, as thou say'st
thou art, born under Saturn) goest about to apply a
moral medicine to a mortifying mischief: I cannot hide
what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and
smile at no man's jets; eat when I have stomach,
and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy,
and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry,
and claw no man in his humour.
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CONRADE
Yea, but you must not make the full show
of this, 'till you may do it without controlement; you
have of late stood out against your brother, and he
hath ta'en you newly into his grace, where it is impossible you should take root, but by the fair weather
that you make yourself; it is needful that you frame
the season for your own harvest.
JOHN
I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than
a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be
disdain'd of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love
from any: in this (though I cannot be said to be a
flattering honest man) it must not be deny'd but I am
a plain-dealing villain; I am trusted with a muzzel,
and infranchised with a clog, therefore I have decreed
not to sing in my cage: if I had my mouth, I would
bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in
the mean time let me be that I am, and seek not to
alter me.
�CONRADE
Can you make no use of your discontent?
JOHN
I will make all use of it, for I use it only.
Who comes here? what news, Borachio?
Enter Borachio.
BORACHIO
I came yonder from a great supper; the
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Prince, your brother, is royally entertain'd by Leonato,
and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.
JOHN
Will it serve for any model to build mischief
on? what is he for a fool, that betroths himself to
unquietness?
BORACHIO
Marry, it is your brother's right hand.
JOHN
Who, the most exquisite Claudio?
BORACHIO
Even he.
JOHN
A proper Squire! and who, and who?
which way looks he?
BORACHIO
Marry, on Hero the daughter and heir of
Leonato.
JOHN
A very forward March chick! How come
you to know this?
BORACHIO
Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was
smoaking a musty room, comes me the Prince and
Claudio hand in hand in sad conference. I whipt behind the Arras, and there heard it agreed upon, that
�the Prince should woo Hero for himself; and having
obtained her, give her to Count Clmdio,
JOHN Come, come, let us thither, this may prove
food to my displeasure. That young start-up hath all
the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross him any
way, I bless myself every way; you are both sure,
and will assist me.
CONRADE
To the death, my lord.
JOHN
Let us to the great supper; their Cheer is
the greater, that I am subdu'd 'would the cook were
of my mind! ———Shall we go prove what's to be
done?
BORACHIO
We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.
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ACT II. SCENE I.
A Hall in Leonato's House.
Enter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, Margaret,
and Ursula.
LEONATO
Was not Count John here at Supper?
ANTONIO
I saw him not.
BEATRICE
How tartly that gentleman looks! I never
can see him, but I am heart-burn'd an hour after.
HERO
He is of a very melancholy disposition.
BEATRICE
He were an excellent man, that were made
just in the mid-way between him and Benedick; the
one is too like an image, and says nothing: and the
other too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tatling.
LEONATO
�Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count
John's mouth, and half Count John's melancholy in
Signior Benedick's face ——
BEATRICE
With a good Leg, and a good foot, Uncle,
and mony enough in his purse, such a man would
win any woman in the world, if he could get her
good will.
LEONATO
By my troth. Niece, thou wilt never get
thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue.
ANTONIO
In faith, she's too curst.
BEATRICE
Too curst is more than curst; I shall lessen
God's sending that way; for it is said, God sends a
curst Cow short horns; but to a Cow too curst he
sends none.
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LEONATO
So, by being too curst, God will send you
no horns.
BEATRICE
Just, if he send me no Husband; for the
which Blessing I am at him upon my knees every
morning and evening: Lord! I could not endure a
husband with a beard on his face, I had rather lye in
woollen.
LEONATO
You may light upon a husband, that hath
no beard.
BEATRICE
What should I do with him? dress him in my
apparel, and make him my waiting-gentlewoman?
he that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he
that hath no beard is less than a man and he that is
more than a youth, is not for me; and he that is less
than a man, I am not for him: therefore I will even
take six pence in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead
his apes into hell.
�ANTONIO
Well, Niece, I trust, you will be rul'd by
your father. [To Hero.
BEATRICE
Yes, faith, it is my Cousin's duty to make
curtsie, and say, Father, as it pleases you; but yet for
all that, Cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else
make another curtsie, and say, Father, as it pleases me.
LEONATO
Well, Niece, I hope to see you one day fitted
with a husband.
BEATRICE
Not 'till God make men of some other metal than earth; would it not grieve a woman to be
over-master'd with a piece of valiant dust? to make
account of her life to a clod of way-ward marle? no,
uncle. I'll none; Adam's sons are my brethren, and,
truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.
LEONATO Daughter, remember, what I told you; if
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the Prince do sollicit you in that kind, you know your
answer.
BEATRICE
The fault will be in the musick, cousin, if
you be not woo'd in good time; If the Prince be too
important, tell him, there is measure in every thing,
and so dance out. the Answer; for hear me, Hero
wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a
measure, and a cinque-pace; the first suit is hot and
hasty, like a Scotch jig; and full as fantastical; the
wedding mannerly-modest, as a measure, full of state
and ancientry; and then comes repentance, and with
his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster,
'till he sinks into his grave.
LEONATO
Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly.
BEATRICE
I have a good eye, uncle, I can see a church
by day-light.
�LEONATO
The revellers are entring, brother; make
good room.
SCENE II.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar, and
others, in Masquerade.
PEDRO
Lady, will you walk about with your friend?
HERO
So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and
say nothing, I am yours for the walk, and especially
when I walk away.
PEDRO
With me in your company?
HERO
I may say so, when I please.
PEDRO
And when please you to say so?
HERO
When I like your favour; for God desend,
the lute should be like the case!
PEDRO
My visor is Philemon's roof; within the
house is Jove.
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HERO
Why, then your visor should be thatch'd.
PEDRO
Speak low, if you speak love.
BALTHASAR
Well; I would, you did like me.
MARGARET
So would not I for your own sake, for I have
many ill qualities.
�BALTHASAR
Which is one?
MARGARET
I say my Prayers aloud.
BALTHASAR
I love you the better, the hearers may cry
Amen.
MARGARET
God match me with a good dancer!
BALTHASAR
Amen.
MARGARET
And God keep him out of my fight when
the dance is done! Answer, Clerk.
BALTHASAR
No more words, the clerk is answer'd.
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URSULA
I know you well enough; you are Signior
Antonio.
ANTONIO
At a word, I am not.
URSULA
I know you by the wagling of your head.
ANTONIO
To tell you true, I counterfeit him.
URSULA
You could never do him so ill-well, unless
you were the very man: here's his dry hand up and
down; you are he, you are he.
ANTONIO
At a word, I am not.
URSULA
Come, come, do you think, I do not know
you by your excellent wit? can virtue hide itself? go
�to, mum, you are he; graces will appear, and there's
an end.
BEATRICE
Will you not tell me, who told you so?
BENEDICK
No you shall pardon me.
BEATRICE
Nor will you not tell me, who you are?
BENEDICK
Not now.
BEATRICE
That I was disdainful, and that I had my
good Wit out of the Hundred merry Tales; well,
this was Signior Benedick that said so.
BENEDICK
What's he?
BEATRICE
I am sure, you know him well enough.
BENEDICK
Not I, believe me.
BEATRICE
Did he never make you laugh?
BENEDICK
I pray you, what is he?
BEATRICE
Why, he is the Prince's jester; a very dull
fool, only his gift is in devising impossible slanders:
none but libertines delight in him, and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villany; for he
both pleaseth men and angers them, and then they
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laugh at him, and beat him; I am sure, he is in the
fleet; I would, he had boarded me.
BENEDICK
When 1 know the gentleman, I'll tell him
�what you say.
BEATRICE
Do, do, he'll but break a comparison or two
on me; which, peradventure, not mark'd, or not
laugh'd at, strikes him into melancholy, and then
there's a partridge wing sav'd, for the fool will eat no
supper that night. We must follow the leaders.
[Musick within.
BENEDICK
In every good thing.
BEATRICE
Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them
at the next turning. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Manent John, Borachio, and Claudio.
JOHN
Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero and
hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it:
the ladies follow her, and but one visor remains.
BORACHIO
And that is Claudio; I know him by his Bearing.
JOHN
Are you Signior Benedick?
CLAUDIO
You know me well, I am he.
JOHN
Signior, you are very near my brother in hislove, he is enamour'd on Hero ; I pray you dissuade
him from her, she is no equal for his birth; you may
do the part of an honest man in it.
CLAUDIO
How know ye, he loves her?
JOHN
I heard him sweat his affection.
�BORACHIO
So did I too, and he swore he would marry
her to night.
JOHN
Come, let us to the banquet.
[Exeunt John and Borachio.
CLAUDIO
Thus answer I in name of Benedick,
But hear this ill news with the ears of CLAUDIO
'Tis certain so—the Prince wooes for himself.
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Friendship is constant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love;
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongue's.
Let every eye negotiate for itself,
And trust no agent; beauty is a witch,
Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
This is an accident of hourly proof,
Which I mistrusted not. Farewel then, Hero!
Enter Benedick.
BENEDICK
Count Claudio?
CLAUDIO
Yea, the same.
BENEDICK
Come, will you go with me?
CLAUDIO
Whither?
BENEDICK
Even to the next willow, about your own
business, Count. What fashion will you wear the
garland of? about your neck, like an Usurer's chain 6?
or under your arm, like a Lieutenant's scarf? you
must wear it one way, for the Prince hath got your
Hero.
CLAUDIO
I wish him Joy of her.
�BENEDICK
Why, that's spoken like an honest drover;
so they fell bullocks: but did you think, the Prince
would have served you thus?
CLAUDIO
I pray you, leave me.
BENEDICK
Ho! now you strike like the blind man;
'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the
Post.
CLAUDIO
If it will not be, I'll leave you. [Exit.
BENEDICK
Alas, poor hurt fowl! now will he creep into sedges. — But, that my Lady Beatrice should know
me, and not know me! the Prince's fool! — ha? it
may be, I go under that Title, because I am merry—
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yea, but so I am apt to do myself wrong: I am not
so reputed. It is the base (tho' bitter) disposition
of Beatrice, that puts the world into her person, and
so gives me out; well, I'll be reveng'd as I may.
SCENE IV.
Enter Don Pedro.
PEDRO
Now, Signior, where's the Count? Did you
see him
BENEDICK
Troth, my lord, I have play'd the part of
lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a
lodge in a warren, I told him (and I think, told him
true) that your Grace had got the Will of this young
lady, and I offer'd him my company to a willow tree,
either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or
to bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipt.
�PEDRO
To be whipt! what's his fault?
BENEDICK
The flat transgression of a School-boy; who,
being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, shews it his
companion, and he steals it.
PEDRO
Wilt thou make a trust, a transgression? the
transgression is in the stealer.
BENEDICK
Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had been
made, and the garland too; for the garland he might
have worn himself, and the rod he might have bestow'd on you, who (as I take it) have stol'n his bird's
nest.
PEDRO
I will but teach them to sing, and restore
them to the owner.
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BENEDICK
If their singing answer your saying, by my
faith, you say honestly.
PEDRO
The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you; the
gentleman, that danc'd with her, told her she is much
wrong'd by you.
BENEDICK
O, she misus'd me past the indurance of a
block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, would
have answer'd her; my very visor began to assume life,
and scold with her; she told me, not thinking I had
been myself, that I was the Prince's jester, and that I
was duller than a great thaw; hudling jest upon jest,
with such impassable conveyance upon me, that l stood
like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at
me; she speaks Ponyards, and every word stabs: if
her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there
were no living near her, she would infect to the
North-star; I would not marry her, though she were
endowed with all that Adam had left him before he
transgress'd ; she would have made Hercules have turn'd
�Spit, yea and have cleft his club to make the fire too.
Come, talk not of her, you shall find her the infernal
Ate in good apparel. I would to God, some scholar
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would conjure her; for, certainly, while she is here, a
man may live as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary, and
people sin upon purpose, because they would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror, and perturbation follow her.
SCENE V.
Enter Claudio, Beatrice, Leonato and Hero.
PEDRO
Look, here she comes.
BENEDICK
Will your Grace command me any service to
the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand now
to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send me on;
I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the farthest
inch of Asia; bring you the length of Prester John's
foot: fetch you a hair off the great Cham's beard: do
you any ambassage to the pigmies, rather than hold
three words conference with this harpy; you have no
employment for me?
PEDRO
None, but to desire your good company.
BENEDICK
O God, Sir, here's a dish I love not. I cannot indure this Lady Tongue.
PEDRO
Come, Lady, come; you have lost the heart
of Signior Benedick.
BEATRICE
Indeed, my Lord, he lent it me a while, and
I gave him use for it, a double heart for a single one;
marry, once before he won it of me with false dice,
therefore your Grace may well say, I have lost it.
PEDRO
You have put him down, Lady, you have
�put him down.
BEATRICE
So I would not he should do me, my Lord,
left I should prove the mother of fools; I have brought
Count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek.
PEDRO
Why, how now, Count, wherefore are you
sad?
CLAUDIO
Not sad, my Lord.
PEDRO
How then? sick?
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CLAUDIO
Neither, my Lord.
BEATRICE
The Count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry,
nor well; but civil, Count, civil as an orange, and
something of that jealous complexion.
PEDRO
I'faith, Lady, I think your blazon to be true;
though I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is false.
Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and fair
Hero is won; I have broke with her father, and his
good will obtained; name the day of marriage, and
God give thee joy.
LEONATO
Count, take of me my daughter, and with
her my fortunes: his Grace hath made the match, and
all grace say, Amen, to it.
BEATRICE
Speak, Count, 'tis your cue. ——
CLAUDIO
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were
but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as
you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for
you, and doat upon the exchange.
�BEATRICE
Speak, Cousin, or (if you cannot) stop his
mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak neither.
PEDRO
In faith, Lady, you have a merry heart.
BEATRICE
Yea, my Lord, I thank it, poor fool, it keeps
on the windy side of care; my cousin tells him in his
ear, that he is in her heart.
CLAUDIO
And so she doth, cousin.
BEATRICE
Good Lord, for alliance! — thus goes every
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one to the world but I, and I am fun-burn'd; I may
sit in a corner, and cry heigh ho! for a husband.
PEDRO
Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.
BEATRICE
I would rather have one of your Father's getting: hath your Grace ne'er a brother like you? your
Father got excellent Husbands, if a maid could come
by them.
PEDRO
Will you have me, Lady?
BEATRICE
No, my Lord, unless I might have another
for working days; your Grace is too costly to wear
every day: but, I beseech your Grace, pardon me, I
was bound to speak all mirth and no matter.
PEDRO
Your silence most offends me, and to be
merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you
were born in a merry hour.
BEATRICE
�No, sure, my Lord, my mother cry'd; but
then there was a star danc'd, and under that I was born.
— Cousins, God give you joy.
LEONATO
Niece, will you look to those things I told
you of?
BEATRICE
I cry you mercy, Uncle: by your Grace's
pardon. [Exit Beatrice.
SCENE VI.
PEDRO
By my troth, a pleasant-spirited Lady.
LEONATO
There's little of the melancholy element in
her, my Lord; she is never sad but when she sleeps,
and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter
say, she hath often dream'd of an unhappiness, and
wak'd herself with laughing.
PEDRO
She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.
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LEONATO
O, by no means, she mocks all her wooers
out of suit.
PEDRO
She were an excellent wife for Benedick.
LEONATO
O Lord, my Lord, if they were but a week
marry'd, they would talk themselves mad.
PEDRO
Count Claudio, when mean you to go to
church?
CLAUDIO
To-morrow, my Lord; time goes on
crutches, 'till love have all its rites.
LEONATO
�Not 'till Monday, my dear son, which is hence
a just seven-night, and a time too brief too, to have
all things answer my mind.
PEDRO
Come,you shake the head at so long a breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall not
go dully by us. I will in the Interim undertake one of
Hercules's labours, which is, to bring Signior Benedick
and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection the
one with the other; I would fain have it a match, and
I doubt not to fashion it, if you three will but minister
such assistance as I shall give you direction.
LEONATO
My Lord, I am for you, though it cost me
ten nights watchings.
CLAUDIO
And I, my Lord.
PEDRO
And you too, gentle Hero?
HERO
I will do any modest office, my Lord, to help
my cousin to a good husband.
PEDRO
And Benedick is not the unhopefullest husband
that I know: thus far I can praise him, he is of a noble strain, of approv'd valour, and confirm'd honesty.
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I will teach you how to humour your Cousin, that she
shall fall in love with Benedick; and I, with your two
helps, will so practise on Benedick, that in despight of
his quick wit, and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in
love with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no
longer an archer, his glory shall be ours for we are the
only Love-Gods: go in with me, and I will tell you
my drift. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII.
Changes to another Apartment in Leonato's House.
Enter Don John and Borachio.
�JOHN
It is so, the Count Claudia shall marry the
Daughter of Leonato.
BORACHIO
Yea, my lord, but I can cross it.
JOHN
Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be
medicinable to me. I am sick in displeasure to him;
and whatsoever comes athwart his affection, ranges
evenly with mine. How canst thou cross this marriage?
BORACHIO
Not honestly, my Lord, but so covertly that
no dishonesty shall appear in me.
JOHN
Shew me briefly how.
BORACHIO
I think, I told your lordship a year since, how
much I am in the favour of Margaret, the waitinggentlewoman to Hero.
JOHN
I remember.
BORACHIO
I can, at any unseasonable instant of the night,
appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber window.
JOHN
What life is in That, to be the death of this
marriage?
BORACHIO
The poison of That lies in you to temper;
go you to the Prince your Brother, spare not to tell
him, that he hath wrong'd his honour in marrying the
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renown'd Claudio (whose estimation do you mightily
hold up) to a contaminated Stale, such a one as Hero.
�JOHN
What proof shall I make of That?
BORACHIO
Proof enough to misuse the Prince, to vex
Claudio, to undo Hero and kill Leonato; look you for
any other issue?
JOHN
Only to despight them, I will endeavour any
thing.
BORACHIO
Go then find me a meet hour, to draw Don
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Pedro, and the Count Claudio, alone; tell them, that
you know, Hero loves me; intend a kind of zeal both
to the Prince and Claudio, as in a love of your Brother's honour, who hath made this match; and his
friend's reputation, who is thus like to be cozen'd with
the semblance of a maid, that you have discover'd
thus. They will hardly believe this without trial.
Offer them instances, which shall bear no less likelihood than to see me at her chamber-window; hear me
call Margaret, Hero; hear Margaret term me Borachio; and bring them to see this, the very night before
the intended Wedding; for in the mean time I will so
fashion the matter, that Hero shall be absent; and there
shall appear such seeming truth of Hero's disloyalty,
that jealousy shall be call'd assurance, and all the preparation overthrown.
JOHN
Grow this to what adverse issue it can, I will
put it in practice: be cunning in working this, and
thy see is a thousand ducats.
BORACHIO
Be thou constant in the accusation, and my
cunning shall not shame me.
JOHN
I will presently go learn their day of marriage. [Exeunt.
SCENE VIII.
�Changes to Leonato's Orchard.
Enter Benedick, a Boy.
BENEDICK
Boy.
BOY
Signior.
BENEDICK
In my chamber-window lies a book, bring it
hither to me in the orchard.
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BOY
I am here already, Sir.
BENEDICK
I know that — but I would have thee hence,
and here again. [Exit Boy.] — I do much wonder, that
one man. seeing how much another man is a fool,
when he dedicates his behaviour to love, will, after
he hath laught at such shallow follies in others, become
the argument of his own scorn, by falling in love! and
such a man is Claudio. I have known, when there
was no musick with him but the drum and the fife ;
and now had he rather hear the tabor and the pipe; I
have known, when he would have walk'd ten mile afoot, to see a good armour; and now will he lye ten
nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet.
He was wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like
an honest man and a soldier; and now is he turn'd orthographer, his words are a very fantastical banquet,
just so many strange dishes. May I be so converted,
and see with these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not. I
will not be sworn, but love may transform me to an
oyster; but I'll take my oath on it, 'till he have made
an oyster of me, he shall never make me such a fool:
one woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wife, yet
I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well. But 'till
all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come
in my grace. Rich he shall be, that's certain; wife,
or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair,
or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me;
noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an
excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it please God. Ha! the Prince and Monsieur
�Love! I will hide me in the arbour. [Withdraws.
SCENE IX.
Enter Don Pedro, Leonato, Claudio, and Balthazar.
PEDRO
Come, shall we hear this musick.
CLAUDIO
Yea, my good lord— how still the evening is,
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As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony!
PEDRO
See you where Benedick hath hid himself?
CLAUDIO
O very well, my lord the musick ended,
We'll fit the kid-fox with a penny-worth.
PEDRO
Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that Song again.
BALTHASAR
O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice
To slander musick any more than once.
PEDRO
It is the witness still of excellency,
To put a strange face on his own perfection;
I pray thee, sing; and let me woo no more.
BALTHASAR
Because you talk of wooing, I will sing;
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
To her he thinks not worthy, yet he wooes;
Yet will he swear, he loves.
PEDRO
Nay, pray thee, come;
Or if thou wilt hold longer argument.
Do it in notes.
BALTHASAR
Note this before my notes,
There's not a note of mine, that's worth the noting.
�PEDRO
Why, there are very crotchets that he speaks,
Note, notes, forsooth, and noting.
BENEDICK
Now, divine air; now is his foul ravish'd!—
is it not strange, that sheeps guts should hale souls out
of men's bodies? — well, a horn for my mony, when
all's done.
The SONG.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea; and one on shore,
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blith and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nony, nony.
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Sing no more ditties, sing no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The frauds of men were ever so,
Since summer was first leafy:
Then sigh not so, &c.
PEDRO
By my troth, a good Song.
BALTHASAR
And an ill singer, my lord.
PEDRO
Ha, no; no, faith thou sing'st well enough
for a shift.
BENEDICK
[aside.] If he had been a dog, that should
have howl'd thus, they would have hang'd him; and,
I pray God, his bad voice bode no mischief! I had as
lief have heard the night-raven, come what plague
could have come after it.
PEDRO
Yea, marry, dost thou hear, Balthazar? I
pray thee get us some excellent musick; for to mor-
�row night we would have it at the lady Hero's chamber-window.
BALTHASAR
The best I can, my lord. [Exit Balthazar.
PEDRO
Do so: farewel. Come hither, Leonato;
what was it you told me of to day, that your Niece
Beatrice was in love with Signior Benedick?
CLAUDIO
O, ay; —— stalk on, stalk on, the fowl
fits, [aside to Pedro.] I did never think that lady would
have loved any man.
LEONATO
No, nor I neither; but most wonderful, that
she should so doat on Signior Benedick, whom she hath
in all outward behaviours seem'd ever to abhor.
BENEDICK
It's possible, fits the wind in that corner? Aside.
LEONATO
By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to
think of it; but that she loves him with an inraged
affection, it is path the infinite of thought.
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PEDRO
May be, she doth but counterfeit.
CLAUDIO
Faith, like enough.
LEONATO
O God! counterfeit there was never counterfeit of passion came so near the life of passion, as
she discovers it.
PEDRO
Why, what effects of passion shews she?
CLAUDIO
Bait the hook well, this fish will bite. [Aside.
LEONATO
�What effects, my lord? she will fit you, you
heard my daughter tell you how.
CLAUDIO
She did, indeed.
PEDRO
How, how, I pray you? you amaze me: I
would have thought, her spirit had been invincible
against all assaults of affection.
LEONATO
I would have sworn, it had, my lord; especially against Benedick.
BENEDICK
[Aside.] I should think this a gull, but that
the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot,
sure, hide himself in such reverence.
CLAUDIO
He hath ta'en th' infection, hold it up. [Aside.
PEDRO
Hath she made her affection known to Benedick?
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LEONATO
No, and swears she never will; that's her
torment.
CLAUDIO
'Tis true, indeed, so your daughter says:
shall I, says she, that have so oft encounter'd him
with scorn, write to him that I love him?
LEONATO
This says she now, when she is beginning to
write to him; for she'll be up twenty times a night,
and there she will fit in her smock, 'till she have writ
a sheet of paper — my daughter tells us all.
CLAUDIO
Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jest your daughter told us of.
LEONATO
�Oh, — when she had writ it, and was reading it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between
the sheet.
CLAUDIO
That —
LEONATO
O, she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence; rail'd at herself, that she should be so immodest,
to write to one that, she knew, would flout her: I
measure him, says she, by my own Spirit, for, I
should flout him if he writ to me; yea, though I
love him, I should.
CLAUDIO
Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps,
sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses;
O sweet Benedick! God give me patience!
LEONATO
She doth, indeed, my daughter says so; and
the ecstacy hath so much overborne her, that my
daughter is sometime afraid, she will do desperate
outrage to herself; it is very true.
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PEDRO
It were good that Benedick knew of it by
some other, if she will not discover it.
CLAUDIO
To what end? he would but make a sport
of it, and torment the poor lady worse.
PEDRO
If he should, it were an Alms to hang him;
she's an excellent sweet lady, and (out of all suspicion)
she is virtuous.
CLAUDIO
And she is exceeding wise.
PEDRO
In every thing, but in loving Benedick.
LEONATO
O my lord, wisdom and blood combating in
�so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one that blood
hath the victory; I am sorry for her, as I have just
cause, being her uncle and her guardian.
PEDRO
I would, she
I would have
half myself.
what he will
had bestow'd this dotage on me;
daft all other respects, and made her
I pray you tell Benedick of it; and hear
say.
LEONATO
Were it good, think you?
CLAUDIO
Hero thinks, surely she will die; for she says,
she will die if he love her not, and she will die ere she
make her love known; and she will die if he woo her,
rather than she will bate one breath of her accustom'd
crossness.
PEDRO
She doth well; if she should make tender of
her love, 'tis very possible, he'll scorn it; for the man,
as you know all, hath a contemptible spirit.
CLAUDIO
He is a very proper man.
PEDRO
He hath, indeed, a good outward happiness.
CLAUDIO
'Fore God, and, in my mind, very wise.
PEDRO
He doth, indeed, shew some sparks that are
like wit.
LEONATO
And I take him to be valiant.
PEDRO
As Hector, I assure you; and in the managing of quarrels you may say he is wise; for either
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he avoids them with great discretion, or undertakes
them with a christian-like fear.
�LEONATO
If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep
peace; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into
a quarrel with fear and trembling.
PEDRO
And so will he do, for the man
God, howsoever it seems not in
jests he will make. Well, I am
shall we go seek Benedick, and
doth fear
him, by some large
sorry for your Niece:
tell him of her love?
CLAUDIO
Never tell him, my lord; let her wear it out
with good counsel.
LEONATO
Nay, that's impossible, she may wear her
heart out first.
PEDRO
Well, we will hear further of it by your
daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick well;
and I could wish he would modestly examine himself,
to see how much he is unworthy to have so good a
lady.
LEONATO
My Lord, will you walk? dinner is ready.
CLAUDIO
If he do not dote on her upon this, I will
never trust my expectation. [Aside.
PEDRO
Let there be the same net spread for her, and
that must your daughter and her gentlewomen carry.
The sport will be, when they hold an opinion of one
another's dotage, and no such matter; that's the Scene
that I would see, which will be meerly a Dumb Show;
let us send her to call him to dinner. [Aside.] [Exeunt.
SCENE X.
Benedick advances from the Arbour.
BENEDICK
This can be no trick, the conference was sadly borne. — They have the truth of this from Hero;
�they seem to pity the lady it seems, her affections
have the full bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear, how I am censur'd , they aay, I will
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bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from
her; they say too, that she will rather die than give
any sign of affection.—— I did never think to marry
——I must not seem proud — happy are they that
hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
They say, the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear
them witness. And virtuous; —— 'tis so, I cannot
reprove it. And wife — but for loving me —— by my
troth, it is no addition to her wit—— nor no great argument of her folly; for I will be horribly in love
with her. —— I may chance to have some odd quirks
and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have
rail'd so long against marriage; but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth, that
he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences, and these paper-bullets of the brain, awe a man
from the career of his humour? no: the world must
be peopled. When I said, I would die a batchelor, I
did not think I should live 'till I were marry'd. Here
comes Beatrice: by this day, she's a fair lady; I do
spy some marks of love in her.
Enter Beatrice.
BEATRICE
Against my will, I am sent to bid you come
in to dinner.
BENEDICK
Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.
BEATRICE
I took no more pains for those thanks, than
you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful, I
would not have come.
BENEDICK
You take pleasure then in the message.
BEATRICE
Yea, just so much as you may take upon a
�knife's point, and choak a daw withal— You have no
stomach, Signior; fare you well. [Exit.
BENEDICK
Ha! against my will I am sent to bid you come
in to dinner: —— there's a double meaning in that. I
took no more pains for those thanks, than you take pains
to thank me; —— that's as much as to say, any pains
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that I take for you is as easy as thanks. If I do not
take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not love her,
I am a Jew; I will go get her picture. [Exit.
ACT III. SCENE I.
Continues in the Orchard.
Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula.
HERO
Good Margaret, run thee into thee parlour.
There shalt thou find my Cousin Beatrice,
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio;
Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her; say, that thou overheard'st us;
And bid her steal into the pleached Bower,
Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the Sun,
Forbid the Sun to enter; like to Favourites,
Made proud by Princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it: there will she hide her.
To listen our Purpose; this is thy office,
Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.
MARGARET
I'll make her come, i warrant, presently. [Exit.
HERO
Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do trace this alley up and down.
Our Talk must only be of Benedick;
When I do name him, let it be thy Part
To praise him more than ever man did merit.
My Talk to thee must be, how Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice; of this matter
Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,
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That only wounds by hear-say: now begin.
Enter Beatrice, running towards the Arbour.
For look, where Beatrice, like lapwing, runs
Close by the ground to hear our conference.
URSULA
The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait;
So angle we for Beatrice, who e'en now
Is couched in the woodbine-coverture;
Fear you not my part of she dialogue.
HERO
Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
Of the false-sweet bait that we say for it. ———
No, truly, Ursula, she's too disdainful;
I know, her spirits are as coy and wild
As haggards of the rock.
URSULA
But are you sure,
That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
HERO
So says the Prince, and my new-trothed lord.
URSULA
And did they bid you tell her of it. Madam?
HERO
They did intreat me to acquaint her of it;
But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick,
To wish him wrestle with affection.
And never to let Beatrice know of it.
URSULA Why did you so? doth not the Gentleman
Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed,
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?
HERO
O God of love! I know, he doth deserve
As much as may be yielded to a man:
�But nature never fram'd a woman's heart
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice.
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
8 Mis-prizing what they look on; and her wit
Values itself so highly, that to her
All matter else seems weak; she cannot love,
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Nor take no shape nor project of affection.
She is so self-indeared.
URSULA
Sure, I think so;
And therefore certainly it were not good
She knew his love, left she make sport at it.
HERO
Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man,
how wife, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd.
But she would spell him backward; if fair-fac'd,
She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sister;
9 If black, why Nature, drawing of an antick.
Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill- headed;
'If low, an Aglet very vilely cut;
If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;
If silent, why, a block moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out.
And never gives to truth and virtue That,
Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
URSULA
Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
HERO
No; for to be so odd, and from all fashions,
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As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable.
But who dare tell her so? if I should speak.
She'd mock me into air; O, she would laugh me
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.
Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,
Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly;
It were a better death than die with mocks,
Which is as bad as 'tis to die with tickling.
URSULA
�Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say.
HERO
No, rather 1 will go to Benedick,
And counsel him to fight against his passion.
And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
To stain my Cousin with! one doth not know,
How much an ill word may impoison liking,
URSULA
O, do not do your Cousin such a wrong.
She cannot be so much without true judgment,
Having so swift and excellent a wit,
As she is priz'd to have, as to refuse
So rare a gentleman as Benedick.
HERO
He is the only man in Italy.
Always excepted my dear Claudio.
URSULA
I pray you, be not angry with me. Madam,
Speaking my fancy; Signior Benedick,
For shape, for bearing, argument and valour,
Goes foremost in report through Italy.
HERO
Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
URSULA
His Excellence did earn it, ere he had it.
When are you marry'd, Madam?
HERO
Why, every day — to-morrow — Come, go in.
I'll shew thee some attires, and have thy counsel
Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.
URSULA
She's limb'd, I warrant you; we have caught
her Madam.
HERO
If it prove so, then loving goes by haps;
Some Cupids kill with arrows, Some with traps. [Exeunt.
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Beatrice, advancing.
�BEATRICE
What fire is in my ears? can this be true?
Stand I condemn'd for Pride and Scorn so much?
Contempt, farewel! and maiden pride, adieu!
No glory lives behind the back of such.
And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee;
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand;
If thou dost love, thy kindness shall incite thee
To bind our loves up in a holy band.
For others say, thou dost deserve and I
Believe it better than reportingly. [Exit.
SCENE II.
Leonato's House.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick and Leonato.
PEDRO
I Do but stay 'till your marriage be consummate, and then go I toward Arragon.
CLAUDIO
I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll
vouchsafe me.
PEDRO
Nay, That would be as great a soil in the new
gloss of your marriage, as to shew a child his new coat
and forbid him to wear it. I will only be bold with
Benedick for his company; for, from the crown of his
head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath
twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little
hangman dare not shoot at him; he hath a heart as
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found as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for
what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.
BENEDICK
Gallants, I am not as I have been.
LEONATO
So say I; methinks, you are sadder.
CLAUDIO
I hope, he is in love.
�PEDRO
Hang him, truant, there's no true drop of
blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love; if he be
sad, he wants mony.
BENEDICK
I have the tooth-ach.
PEDRO
Draw it.
BENEDICK
Hang it.
CLAUDIO
You must hang it first, and draw it afterwards.
PEDRO
What? Sigh for the tooth-ach!
LEONATO
Which is but a humour, or a worm.
BENEDICK
Well, every one can master a grief, but he
that has it.
CLAUDIO
Yet say I, he is in love.
PEDRO
There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises, as to
be a Dutch man to day, a French man to morrow; or
in the shape of two countries at once, a German from
the waste downward, all slops; and a Spaniard from
the hip upward, no doublet: Unless he have a fancy
to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no fool for
fancy, as you would have it to appear he is.
CLAUDIO
If he be not in love with some woman, there
is no believing old signs; he brushes his hat o' mornings; what should that bode?
PEDRO
Hath any man seen him at the barber's?
�CLAUDIO
No, but the barber's man hath been seen
with him; and the old ornament of his cheek hath
already stuft tennis balls.
LEONATO
Indeed, he looks younger than he did by the
loss of a beard.
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PEDRO
Nay, he rubs himself with civet; can you
smell him out by that?
CLAUDIO
That's as much as to say, the sweet youth's
in love.
PEDRO
The greatest note of it is his melancholy.
CLAUDIO
And when was he wont to wash his face?
PEDRO
Yea, or to paint himself? for the which, I
hear what they say of him.
CLAUDIO
Nay, but his jesting spirit, which is now crept
into a lute-string and now govern'd by stops.
PEDRO
Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him. Conclude he is in love.
CLAUDIO
Nay, but I know who loves him.
PEDRO
That would I know too: I warrant, one
that knows him not.
CLAUDIO
Yes, and his ill conditions, and in despight
of all, dies for him.
�PEDRO
She shall be buried with her Face upwards.
BENEDICK
Yet this is no charm for the tooth ach. Old
Signior, walk aside with me, I have study'd eight or
nine wife words to speak to you, which these hobbyhorses must not hear. [Exeunt Benedick and Leonato.
PEDRO
For my life, to break with him about Beatrice.
CLAUDIO
'Tis even so. Hero and Margaret have by
this time play'd their parts with Beatrice; and then the
two bears will not bite one another, when they meet.
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SCENE III.
Enter Don John
JOHN
My Lord and Brother, God save you.
PEDRO
Good den, brother.
JOHN
If your leisure serv'd, I would speak with you.
PEDRO
In private?
JOHN
If it please you; yet Count Claudio may hear;
for, what I would speak of, concerns him.
PEDRO
What's the matter?
JOHN
Means your lordship to be marry'd to morrow. [To Claudio.
PEDRO
You know, he does.
�JOHN
I know not that, when he knows what I
know.
CLAUDIO
If there be any impediment, I pray you, discover it.
JOHN
You may think, I love you not;
pear hereafter; and aim better
will manifest; for my brother,
well, and in dearness of heart
ensuing marriage; surely, Suit
ill bestow'd!
let that apat me by That I now
I think, he holds you
hath holp to effect your
ill spent, and Labour
PEDRO
Why, what's the matter?
JOHN
I came hither to tell you, and circumstances
shorten'd, (for she hath been too long a talking of)
the Lady is disloyal.
CLAUDIO
Who? Hero?
JOHN
Even she; Leonato's Hero your Hero every
man's Hero.
CLAUDIO
Disloyal?
JOHN
The word is too good to paint out her wickedness; I could say, she were worse; think you of a
worse title, and I will fit her to it. Wonder not 'till
further warrant! go but with me to night, you shall
see her chamber-window enter'd, even the night be221
fore her wedding day; if you love her, then to-morrow wed her but it would better fit your honour to
change your mind.
CLAUDIO
�May this be so?
PEDRO
I will not think it.
JOHN
If you dare not trust that you see, confess not
that you know; if you will follow me, I will shew
you enough; and when you have seen more and heard
more, proceed accordingly.
CLAUDIO
If I see any thing to night why I should not
marry her to-morrow; in the Congregation, where I
should wed, there will I shame her.
PEDRO
And as I wooed for thee to obtain her, I will
join with thee to disgrace her.
JOHN
I will disparage her no farther, 'till you are
my witnesses. Bear it coldly but 'till night, and let
the issue shew itself.
PEDRO
O day untowardly turned!
CLAUDIO
O mischief strangely thwarting!
JOHN
O plague right well prevented!
So you will say. when you have seen the
sequel.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Changes to the Street.
Enter Dogberry and Verges, with the Watch.
DOGBERRY
ARE you good men and true?
VERGES
Yea, or else it were pity but they
should suffer salvation, body and soul.
�DOGBERRY
Nay, that were a punishment too good for
them, if they should have any allegiance in them,
being chosen for the Prince's Watch.
VERGES
Well, give them their charge, neighbour
Dogberry.
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DOGBERRY
First, who think you the most desartless man
to be constable?
1 WATCH
Hugh Oatcake, Sir, or George Seacole; for
they can write and read.
DOGBERRY
Come hither, neighbour Seacole: God hath
blest you with a good name: and to be a well-favour'd
man is the gift of fortune, but to write and read
comes by nature.
2 WATCH
Both which, master constable ——
DOGBERRY
You have: I knew, it would be your answer.
Well, for your Favour, Sir, why, give God thanks,
and make no boast of it; and for your writing and
reading, let that appear when there is 8 no need of
such vanity: you are thought here to be the most
senseless and fit man for the Constable of the Watch.
therefore bear you the lanthorn; this is your charge:
you shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to
bid any man stand, in the Prince's name.
2 WATCH
How if he will not stand?
DOGBERRY
Why, then take no note of him, but let him
go; and presently call the rest of the Watch together,
and thank God you are rid of a knave.
VERGES
�If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is
none of the Prince's Subjects.
DOGBERRY
True, and they are to meddle with none but
the Prince's Subjects: you shall also make no noise in
the streets; for, for the Watch to babble and talk, is
most tolerable, and not to be endur'd.
2 WATCH
We will rather sleep than talk; we know
what belongs to a Watch.
DOGBERRY
Why, you speak like an ancient and most
quiet watchman, for I cannot see how Sleeping should
offend; only have a care that your Bills be not stolen:
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well, you are to call at all the ale houses, and bid them
that are drunk get them to bed.
2 WATCH
How if they will not?
DOGBERRY
Why then let them alone 'till they are sober;
if they make you not then the better answer, you may
say, they are not the men you took them for.
2 WATCH
Well, Sir.
DOGBERRY
If you meet a thief, you may suspect him by
virtue of your office to be no true man; and for such
kind of men, the less you meddle or make with them,
why, the more is for your honesty.
2 WATCH
If we know him to be a thief, shall we
not lay hands on him?
DOGBERRY
Truly, by your office you may; but, I
think, they that touch pitch will be defil'd: the most
peacable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to
let him shew himself what he is, and steal out of your
�company.
VERGES
You have been always call'd a merciful man,
Partner.
DOGBERRY
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will,
much more a man who hath any honesty in him.
VERGES
If you hear a child cry in the night, you must
call to the nurse and bid her still it.
2 WATCH
How if the nurse be asleep, and will not
hear us?
DOGBERRY
Why, then depart in Peace, and let the child
wake her with crying: for the ewe that will not hear
her lamb when it baes, will never answer a calf when
he bleats.
VERGES
'Tis very true.
DOGBERRY
This is the end of the Charge: you, constable, are to present the Prince's own person; if you meet
the Prince in the night, you may stay him.
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VERGES
Nay, bi'rlady, that, I think, he cannot.
DOGBERRY
Five shillings to one on't with any man that
knows the Statues, he may stay him; marry, not without the Prince be willing: for, indeed, the Watch
ought to offend no man; and it is an offence to stay a
man against his will.
VERGES
Bi'rlady, I think, it be so.
DOGBERRY
Ha, ha, ha! well, masters, good night; an
�there be any matter of weight chances, call up me;
keep your fellow's counsels and your own, and good
night; come, neighbour.
2 WATCH
Well, masters, we hear our charge; let
us go sit hereupon the church-bench 'till two, and
then all to bed.
DOGBERRY
One word more, honest neighbours. I pray
you, watch about Signior Leonato's door, for the Wedding being there to-morrow, there is a great coil to
night; adieu; be vigilant, I beseech you.
[Exeunt Dogberry and Verges.
SCENE V.
Enter Borachio and Conrade.
BORACHIO
What! Conrade ——
WATCH.
Peace, stir not. [Aside.
BORACHIO
Conrade, I say!
CONRADE
Here, man, I am at thy elbow.
BORACHIO
Mass, and my elbow itch'd, I thought there
would a scab follow.
CONRADE
I will owe thee an answer for that, and now
forward with thy tale.
BORACHIO
Stand thee close then under this pent-house,
for it drizzles rain, and I will, like a true drunkard,
utter all to thee.
WATCH
[Aside.] Some Treason, matters; yet stand
close.
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BORACHIO
Therefore know, I have earned of Don John
a thousand ducats.
CONRADE
Is it possible that any Villany should be so
dear?
BORACHIO
Thou should'st rather ask, if it were possible
any villany should be so rich? for when rich villains
have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what
price they will.
CONRADE
I wonder at it.
BORACHIO
That shews, thou art unconfirm'd; thou
knowest, that the fashion of a doublet or a hat, or a
cloak, is nothing to a man.
CONRADE
Yes, it is apparel.
BORACHIO
I mean the fashion.
CONRADE
Yes, the fashion is the fashion.
BORACHIO
Tush, I may as well say, the fool's the fool;
but see'st thou not, what a deformed thief this fashion
is?
WATCH
I know that Deformed; he has been a vile
thief these seven years; he goes up and down like a
gentleman: I remember his name.
BORACHIO
Didst thou not hear some body?
CONRADE
No, 'twas the vane on the house.
�BORACHIO
Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief
this fashion is? how giddily he turns about all the hotbloods between fourteen and five and thirty; sometimes,
fashioning them like Pharao's soldiers in the reechy
Painting; sometimes, like the God Bell's priests in the
old church window; 3 sometimes, like the shaven Her-
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cules in the smirch'd worm-eaten tapestry, where his
codpiece seems as massy as his club.
CONRADE
All this I see, and see, that the fashion wears
out more apparel than the man; but art not thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast shifted
out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion?
BORACHIO
Not so neither but know, that I have tonight wooed Margaret, the Lady Hero's Gentlewoman,
by the name of Hero; she leans me out at her mistress's
chamber-window, bids me a thousand times good
night — I tell this tale vilely —— I should first tell thee,
how the Prince, Claudio, and my master, planted and
placed, and possessed by my master Don John saw a
far off in the orchard this amiable encounter.
CONRADE
And thought they, Margaret was Hero?
BORACHIO
Two of them did, the Prince and Claudio;
but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; and
partly by his oaths, which first possest them, partly by
the dark night, which did deceive them, but chiefly
by my villany, which, did confirm any slander that
Don John had made, away went Claudio enraged;
swore, he would meet her as he was appointed next
morning at the Temple, and there before the whole
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Congregation shame her with what he saw o'er night,
and send her home again without a husband.
�1 WATCH
We charge you in the Prince's name,
stand.
2 WATCH
Call up the right master constable; we
have here recovered the moll dangerous piece of lechery that ever was known in the common-wealth.
1 WATCH
And one Deformed is one of them; I
know him, he wears a lock.
CONRADE
Masters, masters.
2 WATCH
You'll be made bring Deformed forth, I
warrant you.
CONRADE
Masters.
1 WATCH
Never speak; we charge you, let us obey
you to go with us.
BORACHIO
We are like to prove a goodly Commodity,
being taken up of these mens bills.
CONRADE
A commodity in question, I warrant you.
Come, we'll obey you.
SCENE VI.
Hero's Apartment in Leonato's House,
Enter Hero, Margaret and Ursula.
HERO
Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice,
and desire her to rise.
URSULA
I will, lady.
HERO
�And bid her come hither.
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URSULA
Well. [Exit Ursula.
MARGARET
Troth, I think, your other Rebato were
better.
HERO
No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this.
MARGARET
By my troth, it's not so good; and I warrant, your cousin will say so.
HERO
My cousin's i fool, and thou art another.
I'll wear none but this.
MARGARET
I like the new tire within excellently, if the
hair were a thought browner; and your gown's a moil
rare fashion, i'faith. I saw the Dutchess of Milan's
gown, that they praise so.
HERO
O, that exceeds, they say.
MARGARET
By my troth, it's but a night-gown in respect of yours; cloth of gold and cuts, and lac'd
with silver, set with pearls down-sleeves, side-sleeves
and skirts, round underborne with a blueish tinsel; but
for a fine, queint, graceful and excellent fashion, yours
is worth ten on't.
HERO
God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is
exceeding heavy!
MARGARET
'Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a
man.
HERO
Fie upon thee, art not asham'd?
�MARGARET
Of what, lady? of speaking honourably?
is not marriage honourable in a beggar? is not your
Lord honourable without marriage? I think, you would
have me say (saving your reverence) a husband. If bad
thinking do not wrest true speaking, I'll offend no body; is there any harm in the heavier for a Husband?
none, I think, if it be the right Husband, and the
right wife, otherwise 'tis light and not heavy; ask my
lady Beatrice else, here she comes.
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SCENE VII.
Enter Beatrice.
HERO
Good morrow, coz.
BEATRICE
Good morrow, sweet Hero.
HERO
Why, how now? do you speak in the sick
tune?
BEATRICE
I am out of all other tune, methinks.
MARGARET
Clap us into Light o' love; that goes without a burden; do you sing it, and I'll dance it.
BEATRICE
Yes, Light o' love with your heels, then if
your husband have stables enough, you'll look he shall
lack no barns.
MARGARET
O illegitimate construction! I scorn that
with my heels.
BEATRICE
'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin; 'tis time you
were ready. By my troth, I am exceeding ill— hey ho!
MARGARET
�For a hawk, a horse, or a husband?
BEATRICE
'For the letter that begins them all, H.
MARGARET
Well, if you be not turn'd Turk, there's
no more failing by the star.
BEATRICE
What means the fool, trow?
MARGARET
Nothing I, but God send every one their
heart's desire!
HERO
These gloves the count sent me, they are an
excellent perfume.
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BEATRICE
I am stufft, cousin, I cannot smell.
MARGARET
A maid, and stufft! there's goodly catching
of cold.
BEATRICE
O, God help me, God help me, how long
have you profest apprehension?
MARGARET
Ever since you left it; doth not my wit become me rarely?
BEATRICE
It is not seen enough, you should wear it in
your cap — By my troth, I am sick.
MARGARET
Get you some of this distill'd Carduus Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only thing
for a qualm.
HERO
�There thou prick'st her with a thistle.
BEATRICE
Benedictus? why Benedictus? you have some
moral in this Benedictus.
MARGARET
Moral? no, by my troth, I have no moral
meaning, I meant plain holy thistle: you may think,
perchance, that I think you are in love; nay, bi'rlady,
I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I list
not to think what I can; nor, indeed, I cannot think,
if I would think my heart out with thinking, that you
are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you
can be in love; yet Benedick was such another, and
now is he become a man; he swore, he would never
marry and yet now, in despight of his heart, 2 he
eats his meat without grudging; and how you may be
converted, I know not; but, methinks, you look
with your eyes as other women do.
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BEATRICE
What pace is this that thy tongue keeps?
MARGARET
Not a false gallop.
Enter Ursula.
URSULA
Madam, withdraw; the Prince, the Count,
Signior Benedick, Don JOHN and all the Gallants of
the town, are come to fetch you to Church.
HERO Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good
Ursula. [Exeunt.
SCENE VIII.
Another Apartment in Leonato's House.
Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges.
LEONATO
WHAT would you with me, honest neighbour?
DOGBERRY
�Marry, Sir, I would have some confidence
with you, that decerns you nearly.
LEONATO
Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a busy
time with me.
DOGBERRY
Marry, this it is. Sir.
VERGES
Yes, in truth it is, Sir.
LEONATO
What is it, my good friends?
DOGBERRY
Goodman Verges, Sir, speaks a little of the
matter: an old man, Sir, and his wits are not so blunt,
as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith,
as honest as the skin between his brows.
VERGES
Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man
living, that is an old man, and no honester than I.
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DOGBERRY
Comparisons are odorous: palabras, neighbour Verges.
LEONATO
Neighbours, you are tedious.
DOGBERRY
It pleases your worship to say so, but we are
the poor Duke's officers; but, truly, for mine own
part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in
my heart to bestow it all of your worship.
LEONATO
All thy tediousness on me, ha?
DOGBERRY
Yea, and 'twere a thou land times more than
'tis, for I hear as good exclamation on your worship
�as of any man in the city; and tho' I be but a poor
man, I am glad to hear it.
VERGES
And so am I.
LEONATO
I would fain know what you have to say.
VERGES
Marry, Sir, our Watch to night, excepting
your Worship's presence, hath ta'en a couple of as
arrant knaves as any in Messina.
DOGBERRY
A good old man, Sir; he will be talking, as
they say when the age is in, the wit is out; God help
us, it is a world to see — well said, i'faith, neighbour
Verges — well, he's a good man 4 ; an two men ride
an horse, one must ride behind — an honest foul, i'faith,
Sir, by my troth he is, as ever broke bread, but God
is to be worshipp'd; all men are not alike, alas, good
neighbour!
LEONATO
Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of
you.
DOGBERRY
Gifts, that God gives.
LEONATO
I must leave you.
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DOGBERRY
One word, Sir; our Watch have, indeed,
comprehended two auspicious persons; and we would
have them this morning examin'd before your Worship.
LEONATO
Take their examination yourself, and bring
it me; I am now in great haste, as may appear unto
you.
DOGBERRY
It shall be suffigance.
�LEONATO
Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well.
Enter a Messenger.
MESSENGER
My lord, they stay for you to give your
daughter to her husband.
LEONATO
I'll wait upon them. I am ready.
[Exeunt Leonato.
DOGBERRY
Go, good Partner, go get you to Francis
Seacoale, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the
jail; we are now to examine those men.
VERGES
And we must do it wisely.
DOGBERRY
We will spare for no wit, I warrant; here's
That [touching his forehead] shall drive some of them
to a non-come. Only get the learned writer to set
down our excommunication, and meet me at the Jail.
[Exeunt.
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ACT IV. SCENE I.
A Church.
Enter D. Pedro, D. John, Leonato, Friar. Claudio,
Benedick, Hero and Beatrice.
LEONATO
Come, friar Francis, be brief, only to the plain
form of marriage, and you shall recount their
particular duties afterwards.
FRIAR
You come hither, my Lord, to marry this
lady?
CLAUDIO
No.
�LEONATO
To be married to her, Friar. You come to
marry her.
FRIAR
Lady, you come hither to be married to
this Count.
HERO
I do.
FRIAR.
If either of you know any inward impediment why you should not be conjoined, I charge you
on your souls to utter it.
CLAUDIO
Know you any, Hero?
HERO
None, my Lord.
FRIAR
Know you any, Count?
LEONATO
I dare make his answer, none.
CLAUDIO
O what men dare do! what men may do!
what
Men daily do! not knowing what they do!
BENEDICK
How now! Interjections? why, then some
be of laughing, as, ha, ha, he!
CLAUDIO
Stand thee by, friar: father, by your leave,
Will you with free and unconstrained soul
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Give me this maid your daughter?
LEONATO
As freely, son, as God did give her me.
�CLAUDIO
And what have I to give you back, whose worth
May counterpoise this rich and precious gift?
PEDRO
Nothing, unless you render her again.
CLAUDIO
Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulness:
There, Leonato, take her back again;
Give not this rotten orange to your friend.
She's but the sign and semblance of her honour:
Behold, how like a maid she blushes here!
O, what authority and shew of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
Comes not that blood, as modest evidence,
To witness simple virtue? would you not swear,
All you that see her, that she were a maid,
By these exterior shows? but she is none:
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed;
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.
LEONATO
What do you mean, my Lord?
CLAUDIO
Not to be married,
Not to knit my soul to an approved Wanton.
LEONATO
Dear my Lord, if you in your own approof
Have vanquished the resistance of her youth,
And made defeat of her virginity
CLAUDIO
I know what you would say. If I have
known her,
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You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband,
And so extenuate the forehand sin.
No, Leonato,
I never tempted her with word too large8;
But, as a brother to his sister, showed
Bashful sincerity, and comely love.
HERO
�And seemed I ever otherwise to you?
CLAUDIO
Out on thy Seeming! I will write against it9:
You seem to me as Dian in her orb,
As chaste as is the bud1 ere it be blown:
But you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus, or those pampered animals
That rage in savage sensuality.
HERO
Is my Lord well, that he doth speak so wide?
LEONATO
Sweet Prince, why speak not you?
PEDRO
What should I speak?
I stand dishonoured, that have gone about
To link my dear friend to a common Stale.
LEONATO
Are these things spoken, or do I but dream;
JOHN
Sir, they are spoken, and these things are true.
BENEDICK
This looks not like a Nuptial.
HERO
True! O God!
CLAUDIO
Leonato, stand I here?
Is this the Prince? Is this the Prince's Brother?
Is this face Hero's? are our eyes our own;
LEONATO
All this is so; but what of this, my lord?
CLAUDIO
Let me but move one question to your
daughter.
And, by that fatherly and kindly power
That you have in her, bid her answer truly.
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�LEONATO
I charge thee do so, as thou art my child.
HERO
O God defend me, how am I beset!
What kind of catechizing call you this?
CLAUDIO
To make you answer truly to your name.
HERO
Is it not Hero? who can blot that name
With any just reproach?
CLAUDIO
Marry, that can Hero;
Hero herself can blot out Hero's virtue.
What man was he talked with you yesternight
Out at your window betwixt twelve and one?
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.
HERO
I talked with no man at that hour, my Lord.
PEDRO
Why, then you are no maiden. Leonato,
I am sorry, you must hear; upon mine Honour,
Myself, my Brother, and this grieved Count
Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night.
Talk with a ruffian at her chamber window;
Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain3,
Confessed the vile encounters they have had,
A thousand times in secret.
JOHN
Fie, fie, they are not to be named, my Lord.
Not to be spoken of;
There is not chastity enough in language.
Without offence, to utter them: thus, pretty lady,
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.
CLAUDIO
O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart?
But fare thee well, most soul, most fair! farewel,
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,
And on my eyelids shall Conjecture hang,
�To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm;
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And never shall it more be gracious.
LEONATO
Hath no man's dagger here a point for me?
BEATRICE
Why, how now, Cousin, wherefore sink you
down?
JOHN
Come, let us go; these things, come thus
to light,
Smother her spirits up.
[Exeunt D. Pedro, D, John and Claudio
SCENE II.
BENEDICK
How doth the lady?
BEATRICE
Dead, I think; help, uncle.
Hero! why, Hero! uncle! Signior Benedick! Friar!
LEONATO
O fate! take not away thy heavy hand;
Death is the fairest cover for her shame.
That may be wished for.
BEATRICE
How now, cousin Hero?
FRIAR.
Have comfort, Lady.
LEONATO
Dost thou look up?
FRIAR.
Yea, wherefore should she not?
LEONATO
Wherefore? why, doth not every earthly
thing
Cry shame upon her? could she here deny
�The story that is printed in her blood5?
Do not live, Hero, do not ope thine eyes:
For did I think, thou wouldst not quickly die,
Thought I, thy spirits were stronger than thy shames,
Myself would on the rearward of reproaches
Strike at thy life. Grieved I, I had but one?
Chid I for That at frugal nature's frame?
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I've one too much by thee. Why had I one?
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?
Why had I not, with charitable hand,
Took up a beggar's issue at my gates?
Who smirched thus, and mired with infamy,
I might have said, no part of it is mine;
This shame derives itself from unknown loins.
But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on, mine so much.
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her; why, she, O, she is fallen
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again;
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And salt too little, which may season give
To her soul tainted flesh!
BENEDICK
Sir, Sir, be patient;
For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder,
I know not what to say.
BEATRICE
O, on my soul, my cousin is bely'd.
BENEDICK
Lady, were you her bedfellow last night?
BEATRICE
No, truly, not; altho' until last night
I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.
LEONATO
Confirmed, confirmed! O, That is stronger
made,
Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron.
Would the two Princes lie? and Claudio lie?
�Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her soulness,
Washed it with tears? hence from her, let her die.
FRIAR
Hear me a little,
For I have only been silent so long,
And given way unto this course of fortune.
By noting of the lady. I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
To burn the errors that these Princes hold
Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool,
Trust not my reading, nor my observations,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
The tenour of my book; trust not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error.
LEONATO
Friar, it cannot be;
Thou seest, that all the grace, that she hath left.
Is, that she will not add to her damnation
A sin of perjury; she not denies it:
Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse
That, which appears in proper nakedness?
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FRIAR
Lady, what man is he you are accused of?
HERO
They know, that do accuse me; I know
none:
If I know more of any man alive,
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
Let all my sins lack mercy! O my father,
Prove you that any man with me conversed
At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight
Maintained the change of words with any creature,
Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.
FRIAR
There is some strange misprision in the Princes.
BENEDICK
�Two of them have the very bent of honour,
And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
The Practice of it lives in John the bastard,
Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies.
LEONATO
I know not: if they speak but truth of her,
these hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour,
The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Nor age so eat up my invention,
Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
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Nor my bad life rest me so much of friends,
But they shall find awaked, in such a kind,
Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Ability in means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them thoroughly.
FRIAR
Pause a while,
And let my counsel sway you in this case.
Your daughter here the Princes left for dead1;
Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
And publish it, that she is dead, indeed:
Maintain a mourning ostentation,
And on your family's old Monument
Hang mournful Epitaphs, and do all rites
That appertain unto a burial.
LEONATO
What shall become of this? what will this do?
FRIAR
Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf
Change slander to remorse; that is some good:
But not for that dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth:
She dying, as it must be so maintained,
Upon the instant that she was accused,
Shall be lamented, pitied, and excused,
Of every hearer: for it so falls out,
That what we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost,
�Why, then we reck the value; then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours; so will it fare with Claudio:
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When he shall hear she died upon his words,
Th'idea of her Life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination,
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparelled in more precious habit;
More moving, delicate, and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul.
Than when she lived indeed. Then shall he mourn,
If ever love had interest in his liver,
And wish, he had not so accused her;
No, though he thought his accusation true:
Let this be so, and doubt not, but success
Will fashion the event in better shape
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
But if all Aim but this be levelled false,
The supposition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy.
And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her,
As best befits her wounded reputation,
In some reclusive and religious life,
Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.
BENEDICK
Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
And though you know, my inwardness and love
Is very much unto the Prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly and justly as your soul
Should with your body.
LEONATO
Being that I flow in grief,
The smallest twine may lead me.
FRIAR
'Tis well consented, presently away;
For to strange sores, strangely they strain the cure.
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Come, lady, die to live; this wedding day,
�Perhaps, is but prolonged: have patience and
endure.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Manent Benedick and Beatrice.
BENEDICK
Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?
BEATRICE
Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
BENEDICK
I will not desire that.
BEATRICE
You have no reason, I do it freely.
BENEDICK
Surely, I do believe, your fair cousin is
wrong'd.
BEATRICE
Ah, how much might the man deserve of me,
that would right her!
BENEDICK
Is there any way to show such friendship?
BEATRICE
A very even way, but no such friend.
BENEDICK
May a man do it?
BEATRICE
It is a man's office, but not yours.
BENEDICK
I do love nothing in the world so well as you;
is not that strange?
BEATRICE
As strange as the thing I know not; it were
as possible for me to say, I lov'd nothing so well as
you; but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I con245
�fess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my
cousin.
BENEDICK
By my sword, Beatrice, thou lov'st me.
BEATRICE
Do not swear by it, and eat it.
BENEDICK
I will swear by it that you love me; and I
will make him eat it, that says, I love not you.
BEATRICE
Will you not eat your word?
BENEDICK
With no sauce that can be devis'd to it; I
protest, I love thee.
BEATRICE
Why then, God forgive me.
BENEDICK
What offence, sweet Beatrice?
BEATRICE
You have stay'd me in a happy hour; I was
about to protest, I lov'd you.
BENEDICK
And do it with all thy heart.
BEATRICE
I love you with so much of my heart, that
none is left to protest.
BENEDICK
Come, bid me do any thing for thee.
BEATRICE
Kill Claudio.
BENEDICK
Ha! not for the wide world.
BEATRICE
You kill me to deny; farewel.
�BENEDICK
Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
BEATRICE
I am gone, tho' I am here; there is no love
in you; nay, I pray you, let me go.
BENEDICK
Beatrice, --BEATRICE
In faith, I will go.
BENEDICK
We'll be friends first.
BEATRICE
You dare easier be friends with me, than fight
with mine enemy.
BENEDICK
Is Claudio thine enemy?
BEATRICE
Is he not approved in the height a villain,
that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman! O, that I were a man! what! bear her in hand
until they come to take hands, and then with public
accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in
the market-place.
BENEDICK
Hear me, Beatrice.
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BEATRICE
Talk with a man out at a window? - a proper saying!
BENEDICK
Nay, but Beatrice.
BEATRICE
Sweet Hero! She is wrong'd, she is slander'd,
�she is undone.
BENEDICK
Beat ---BEATRICE
Princes and Counts! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly count-comfect, a sweet gallant, surely!
O that I were a man for his sake! Or that I had any
friend would be a man for my sake! but manhood is
melted into curtesies, valour into compliment, and
men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too;
he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lye,
and swears it: I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
BENEDICK
Tarry, good Beatrice; by this hand, I love
thee.
BEATRICE
Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.
BENEDICK
Think you in your soul, the Count Claudio
hath wrong'd Hero ?
BEATRICE
Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul.
BENEDICK
Enough, I am engag'd; I will challenge him,
I will kiss your hand, and so leave you; by this hand,
Claudio shall render me a dear account as you hear of
me, so think of me go comfort your cousin; I must
say, she is dead, and so farewel. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Changes to a Prison.
Enter Dogberry, Verges, Borachio, Conrade, the
Town Clerk and Sexton in Gowns.
TOWN CLERK
Is our whole dissembly appear'd?
DOGBERRY
O, a stool and a cushion for the
�sexton!
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SEXTON
Which be the malefactors?
VERGES
Marry, that am I and my Partner.
DOGBERRY
Nay, that's certain, we have the exhibition
to examine.
SEXTON
But which are the offenders that are to be
examin'd? let them come before master constable.
TOWN CLERK
Yea, marry, let them come before me; what
is your name, friend?
BORACHIO
Borachio.
TOWN CLERK
Pray, write down, Borachio. Yours, Sirrah?
CONRADE
I am a gentleman, Sir, and my name is
Conrade.
TOWN CLERK
Write down, master gentleman Conrade;
masters, do you serve God?
CONRADE, BORACHIO
Yea, Sir, we hope.
TOWN CLERK
Write down, that they hope they serve God:
and write God first: for God defend, but God should
go before such villains Masters, it is proved already
that you are little better than false knaves, and it will
go near to be thought so shortly; how answer you
for yourselves?
CONRADE
Marry, Sir, we say, we are none.
�TOWN CLERK
A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you, but
I will go about with him. Come you hither, sirrah,
a word in your ear. Sir; I say to you, it is thought you
are both false knaves.
BORACHIO
Sir, I say to you, we are none.
TOWN CLERK
Well, stand aside; 'fore God, they are both
in a tale; have you writ down, that they are none?
SEXTON
Master town clerk, you go not the way to
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examine, you must call the watch that are their
accusers.
TOWN CLERK
Yea, marry, that's the deftest way, let the
Watch come forth; masters, I charge you in the
Prince's name accuse these men.
Enter Watchmen.
1 WATCH
This man said, Sir, that Don John the
Prince's brother was a villain.
TOWN CLERK
Write down, Prince John a villain; why
this is flat perjury, to call a Prince's brother villain.
BORACHIO
Master town-clerk ------TOWN CLERK
Pray thee, fellow, Peace; I do not like thy
look, I promise thee.
SEXTON
What heard you him say else
�2 WATCH
Marry, that he had receiv'd a thousand
ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero wrongfully.
TOWN CLERK
Flat burglary, as ever was committed.
DOGBERRY
Yea, by th' mass, that it is.
SEXTON
What else, fellow?
1 WATCH
And that Count Claudio did mean, upon
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his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly,
and not marry her.
TOWN CLERK
O villain! thou wilt be condemn'd into
everlasting redemption for this.
SEXTON
What else?
2 WATCH
This is all.
SEXTON
And this is more, masters, than you can
deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stoll'n
away: Hero was in this manner accus'd, and in this
very manner refus'd, and upon the grief of this suddenly dy'd. Master Constable, let those men be bound
and brought to Leonato; I will go before, and shew
him their examination.
Exit.
DOGBERRY
Come let them be opinion'd.
SEXTON
Let them be in hand.
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�CONRADE
Off, Coxcomb.
DOGBERRY
God's my life, where's the Sexton? let him
write down the Prince's officer Coxcomb: come, bind
them, thou naughty varlet.
CONRADE
Away! you are an ass, you are an ass -----DOGBERRY
Dost thou not suspect my place? dost thou
not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me
down an ass! but, masters, remember, that I am an
ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not
that I am an ass; no, thou villain, thou art lull of
piety, as shall be prov'd upon thee by good witness;
I am a wise fellow, and which is more, an officer;
and which is more, an housholder; and which is more,
as pretty a piece of flesh as any in Messina, and one
that knows the law; go to, and a rich fellow enough;
go to, and a fellow that hath had losses; and one
that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome about
him; bring him away; O, that I had been writ
down an ass! -----[Exeunt.
ACT V. SCENE I.
Before Leonato's House.
Enter Leonato and Antonio.
ANTONIO
IF you go on thus, you will kill yourself;
And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief
Against yourself.
LEONATO
I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve; give not me counsel,
Nor let no Comforter delight mine ear,
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But such a one whose wrongs do suite with mine.
Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child,
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine.
And bid him speak of patience;
�Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain:
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape and form.
If such a one will smile and stroke his beard,
And, Sorrow wag! cry; hem, when he should groan;
Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk
With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me.
And I of him will gather patience.
But there is no such man; for, brother, men
Can counsel, and give comfort to that grief
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Which they themselves not feel; but tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage;
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread;
Charm ach with air, and agony with words.
No, no; 'tis all mens office to speak patience
To those, that wring under the load of sorrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself; therefore give me no counsel;
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
ANTONIO
Therein do men from children nothing differ.
LEONATO
I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of Gods,
And made a push at chance and sufferance.
ANTONIO
Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself:
Make those, that do offend you, suffer too.
LEONATO
There thou speak'st reason; nay, I will do so.
My soul doth tell me, Hero is bely'd;
And that shall Claudio know, so shall the Prince;
And all of them, that thus dishonour her.
SCENE II.
Enter Bon Pedro, and Claudio.
�ANTONIO
Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily.
PEDRO
Good den, good den.
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CLAUDIO
Good day to both of you.
LEONATO
Hear you, my lords?
PEDRO
We have some haste, Leonato.
LEONATO
Some haste, my lord! well, fare you well,
my lord.
Are you so hasty now? well, all is one.
PEDRO
Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man.
ANTONIO
If he could right himself with quarrelling,
Some of us would lye low.
CLAUDIO
Who wrongs him?
LEONATO
Marry, thou dost wrong me, thou dissembler,
thou!
Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,
I fear thee not.
CLAUDIO
Marry, beshrew my hand,
If it should give your age such cause of fear;
In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.
LEONATO
Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me;
I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;
As, under privilege of age, to brag
What I have done being young, or what would do,
Were I not old: know, Claudio, to thy head,
�Thou hast so wrong'd my innocent child and me,
That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by;
And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days.
Do challenge thee to tryal of a man;
I say, thou hast bely'd mine innocent child.
Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart,
And she lyes bury'd with her ancestors,
O, in a tomb where never scandal slept,
Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany!
CLAUDIO
My villany?
LEONATO
Thine, Claudio; thine, I say.
PEDRO
You say not right, old man.
LEONATO
My lord, my lord,
I'll prove it on his body, if he dare;
Despight his nice fence and his active practice,
His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood.
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CLAUDIO
Away, I will not have to do with you.
LEONATO
Canst thou so daffe me? thou hast kill'd my
child;
If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.
ANTONIO
He shall kill two of us, and men indeed;
But that's no matter, let him kill one first;
Win me and wear me, let him answer me;
Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me;
Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence;
Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.
LEONATO
Brother, -----ANTONIO
Content yourself; God knows, I lov'd my
Niece;
�And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains,
That dare as well answer a man, indeed,
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue.
Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops!
LEONATO
Brother Anthony ----ANTONIO
Hold you content; what, man? I know them,
yea,
And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple:
Scambling, out facing, fashion mongring boys,
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That lye, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander,
Go antickly and show an outward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst;
And this is all.
LEONATO
But, brother Anthony, ----ANTONIO
Come, 'tis no matter:
Do not you meddle, let me deal in this.
PEDRO
Gentlemen both, we will not wake your
patience.
My heart is sorry for your daughter's death;
But, on my Honour, she was charg'd with nothing
But what was true, and very full of proof.
LEONATO
My lord, my lord ----PEDRO
I will not hear you.
LEONATO
No! come, brother, away, I will be heard.
ANTONIO
And shall, or some of us will smart for it.
Ex. ambo.
�SCENE III.
Enter Benedick.
PEDRO
See, see, here comes the man we went to seek.
CLAUDIO
Now Signior, what news?
BENEDICK
Good day, my lord.
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PEDRO
Welcome, Signior; you are almost come to
part almost a fray.
CLAUDIO
We had like to have had our two noses snapt
off with two old men without teeth.
PEDRO
Leonato and his brother; what think'st thou?
had we fought, I doubt, we should have been too
young for them.
BENEDICK
In a false quarrel there is no true valour: I
came to seek you both.
CLAUDIO
We have been up and down to seek thee;
for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain
have it beaten away: wilt thou use thy wit?
BENEDICK
It is in my scabbard; shall I draw it?
PEDRO
Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side?
CLAUDIO
Never any did so, though very many have
been beside their wit. I will bid thee draw, as we do
the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.
�PEDRO
As I am an honest man, he looks' pale; art
thou sick or angry?
CLAUDIO
What? courage, man: what tho' care kill'd
a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
BENEDICK
Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, if
you charge it against me - I pray you, chuse another
subject.
CLAUDIO
Nay then give him another staff; this last
was broke cross.
PEDRO
By this light, he changes more and more: I
think, he be angry, indeed.
CLAUDIO
If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.
BENEDICK
Shall I speak a word in your ear?
CLAUDIO
God bless me from a challenge!
BENEDICK
You are a villain; I jest not. I will make it
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good how you dare, with what yon dare, and when
you dare. Do me right, or I will protest your cowardise. You have kill'd a sweet lady, and her death
shall fall heavy on you. Let me hear from you.
CLAUDIO
Well, I will meet you, so I may have good
cheer.
PEDRO What, a feast?
CLAUDIO
I'faith, I thank him; he hath bid me to a
�calves-head and a capon, the which if I do not carve
most curiously, say, my knife's naught. Shall I not
find a woodcock too?
BENEDICK
Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.
PEDRO
I'll tell thee, how Beatrice prais'd thy wit the
other day: I said, thou hadst a fine wit; right, says
she, a fine little one; no, said I, a great wit; just,
said she, a great gross one; nay, said I, a good wit;
just, said she, it hurts no body; nay, said I, the gentleman is wife; certain, said she, a wife gentleman;
nay, said I, he hath the tongues that I believe, said
she, for he swore a thing to me on Monday night,
which he forswore on Tuesday morning; there's a
double tongue, there's two tongues. Thus did she
an hour together trans-shape thy particular virtues;
yet, at last, she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the
properest man in Italy.
CLAUDIO
For the which she wept heartily, and said,
she car'd not.
PEDRO
Yea, that she did; but yet for all that, and
if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him
dearly; the old man's daughter told us all.
CLAUDIO
All, all; and moreover, God saw him when
he was hid in the garden.
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PEDRO
But when shall we set the savage bull's horns
on the sensible Benedick's head.
CLAUDIO
Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells Benedick the married man?
BENEDICK
Fare you well, boy, you know my mind; I
�will leave you now to your gossip-like humour; you
break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God
be thank'd, hurt not. My lord, for your many courtesies I thank you; I must discontinue your company;
your brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina; you
have among you kill'd a sweet and innocent lady. For
my lord lack-beard there, he and I shall meet; and
'till then, peace be with him!
Exit Benedick.
PEDRO
He is in earnest.
CLAUDIO
In most profound earnest, and, I'll warrant
you, for the love of Beatrice.
PEDRO
And hath challeng'd thee?
CLAUDIO
Most sincerely.
PEDRO
What a pretty thing man is, when he goes
in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit!
SCENE IV.
Enter Dogberry, Verges, Conrade and Borachio
guarded.
CLAUDIO
He is then a giant to an ape; but then is
an ape a doctor to such a man.
PEDRO
But, soft you, let me see, pluck up my
heart and be sad; did he not say my brother was fled?
DOGBERRY
Come, you, Sir; if justice cannot tame you.
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She shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance; nay,
an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be look'd
to.
PEDRO
�How now, two of my brother's men bound?
Borachio, one?
CLAUDIO
Hearken after their offence, my lord.
PEDRO
Officers, what offence have these men done?
DOGBERRY
Marry, Sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders sixth and lastly, they have
bely'd a lady; thirdly, they have verify'd unjust
things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.
PEDRO
First, I ask thee what they have done; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and lastly,
why they are committed; and, to conclude, what you
lay to their charge?
CLAUDIO
Rightly reason'd, and in his own division;
and by my troth, there's one meaning well suited.
PEDRO
Whom have you offended, masters, that you
are thus bound to your answer? This learned constable is too cunning to be understood. What's your
offence?
BORACHIO
Sweet Prince, let me go no further to mine
answer: do you hear me, and let this Count kill me:
I have deceiv'd even your very eyes; what your wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools have
brought to light, who in the night overheard me confessing to this man, how Don John your brother incens'd me to slander the lady Hero; how you were
brought into the orchard, and saw me court Margaret
in Hero's garments; how you disgrac'd her, when
you should marry her; my villany they have upon record, which I had rather seal with my death, than
repeat over to my shame; the lady is dead upon mine
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�and my master's false accusation and briefly, I desire nothing but the reward of a villain.
PEDRO
Runs not this speech like iron through your
blood?
CLAUDIO
I have drunk poison, while he utter'd it.
PEDRO
But did my brother set thee on to this?
BORACHIO
Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it.
PEDRO
He is compos'd and fram'd of treachery;
And fled he is upon this villany.
CLAUDIO
Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear
In the rare semblance that I lov'd it first.
DOGBERRY
Come, bring away the plaintiffs; by this
time, our Sexton hath reform'd Signior Leonato of the
matter; and, masters, do not forget to specify, when
time and place shall serve, that I am an ass.
VERGES
Here, here comes master Signior Leonato, and
the Sexton too.
SCENE V.
Enter Leonato and Sexton.
LEONATO
Which is the villain? let me see his eyes;
That when I note another man like him,
I may avoid him; which of these is he?
BORACHIO
If you would know your wronger, look on
me.
LEONATO
Art thou, art thou the slave, that with thy
�breath
Hast kill'd mine innocent child?
BORACHIO
Yea, even I alone.
LEONATO
No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself;
Here stand a pair of honourable men,
A third is fled, that had a hand in it:
I thank you, Princes, for my daughter's death;
Record it with your high and worthy deeds;
'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.
CLAUDIO
I know not how to pray your patience,
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Yet I must speak: chuse your revenge yourself;
Impose me to what penance your invention
Can lay upon my sin; yet sinn'd I not.
But in mistaking.
PEDRO
By my soul, nor I;
And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
I would bend under any heavy weight,
That he'll enjoin me to.
LEONATO
You cannot bid my daughter live again,
That were impossible but, I pray you both,
Possess the People in Messina here
How innocent she dy'd; and if your love
Can labour aught in sad invention,
Hang her an Epitaph upon her tomb,
And sing it to her bones: Sing it to-night;
To-morrow morning come you to my house,
And since you could not be my son-in-law,
Be yet my nephew; my brother hath a daughter,
Almost the copy of my child that's dead.
And she alone is heir to both of us;
Give her the Right you should have given her Cousin,
And so dies my revenge.
CLAUDIO
O noble Sir!
Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me:
�I do embrace your offer: and dispose
for henceforth of poor Claudio.
LEONATO
To-morrow then I will expect your Coming,
To-night I take my leave. This naughty man
Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,
Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong,
Hir'd to it by your brother.
BORACHIO
No. by my soul she was not;
Nor knew not What she did, when she spoke to me.
But always hath been just and virtuous,
In any thing that I do know by her.
DOGBERRY
Moreover, Sir, which indeed is not under
white and black, this plaintiff here, the offender, did
call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembred in his
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punishment; and also the watch heard them talk of
one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in his ear,
and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money in God's
name, the which he hath us'd so long, and never paid,
that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's sake. Pray you, examine him upon
that point.
LEONATO
I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.
DOGBERRY
Your Worship speaks like a most thankful
and reverend youth; and I praise God for you.
LEONATO
There's for thy pains.
DOGBERRY
God save the foundation?
LEONATO
Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner; and I
thank thee.
�DOGBERRY
I leave an errant knave with your Worship,
which, I beseech your Worship to correct yourself,
for the example of others. God keep your Worship;
I wish your Worship well: God restore you to health;
I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry
meeting may be wish'd, God prohibit it. Come,
neighbour. [Exeunt.
LEONATO
Until to-morrow morning, Lords, farewel.
ANTONIO
Farewel, my Lords; we look for you tomorrow.
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PEDRO
We will not fail.
CLAUDIO
To- night I'll mourn with Hero.
LEONATO
Bring you these fellows on, we'll talk with
Margaret,
How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow.
[Exeunt severally.
SCENE VI.
Changes to Leonato's House.
Enter Benedick, and Margaret.
BENEDICK
Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands, by helping me to
the speech of Beatrice.
MARGARET
Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of
my beauty?
BENEDICK
In so high a style, Margaret, that no man
�living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth,
thou deservest it.
MARGARET
To have no Man come over me? why,
shall I always keep below stairs?
BENEDICK
Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth,
it catches.
MARGARET
And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils,
which hit, but hurt not.
BENEDICK
A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt
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a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice; I give
thee the bucklers.
MARGARET
Give us the swords; we have bucklers of
our own.
BENEDICK
If you use them, Margaret, you must put in
the pikes with a vice, and they are dangerous weapons
for maids.
MARGARET
Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I
think, hath legs. [Exit Margaret.
BENEDICK
And therefore will come. [Sings.] The God
of love, that fits above, and knows me, and knows me,
how pitiful I deserve, ----- I mean, in singing but
in loving, Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first
employer of pandars, and a whole book full of these
quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse; why, they were
never so truly turn'd over and over, as my poor self,
in love; marry, I cannot shew it in rhime; I have
try'd; I can find out no rhime to lady but baby, an
innocent's rhime; for 'scorn, born, a hard rhime; for
school, fool, a babling rhime; very ominous endings;
�no, I was not born under a rhiming planet, for I cannot woo in festival terms.
SCENE. VII.
Enter Beatrice.
Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I call thee?
BEATRICE
Yea, Signior, and depart when thou bid me.
BENEDICK
O, stay but 'till then.
BEATRICE
Then, is spoken; fare yau well now; and yet
ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is,
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with knowing what hath past between you and Claudio.
BENEDICK
Only foul words, and thereupon I will kiss
thee.
BEATRICE
Foul words are but foul wind, and foul wind
is but foul breath, and soul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkist.
BENEDICK
Thou hast frighted the word out of its right
sense, so forcible is thy wit; but, I must tell thee
plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either
I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him
a coward; and I pray thee, now tell me, for which
of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
BEATRICE
For them all together; which maintain'd so
politick a state of evil, that they will not admit any
good part to intermingle with them: but for which
of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?
BENEDICK
Suffer love! a good epithet; I do suffer love,
indeed, for I love thee against my will.
�BEATRICE
In spight of your heart, I think; alas! poor
heart, if you spight it for my sake, I will spight it for
yours; for I will never love that, which my friend
hates.
BENEDICK
Thou and I are too wife to woo peaceably.
BEATRICE
It appears not in this confession; there's not
one wife man among twenty that will praise himself.
BENEDICK
An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that liv'd
5 in the time of good neighbours; if a man do not
erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live
no longer in monuments, than the bells ring, and the
widow weeps.
BEATRICE
And how long is that, think you?
BENEDICK
Question? - why, an hour in clamour, and
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a quarter in rhewm; therefore it is most expedient for
the wife, if Don worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own
virtues, as I am to myself; so much for praising myself; who, I myself will bear witness, is praise-worthy; and now tell me, how doth your Cousin?
BEATRICE
Very ill.
BENEDICK
And how do you?
BEATRICE
Very ill too.
BENEDICK
Serve God, love me, and mend; there will I
leave you too, for here comes one in haste.
�Enter Ursula.
URSULA
Madam, you must come to your uncle; yonder's old coil at home; it is proved, my lady Hero
hath been falsely accus'd; the Prince and Claudio mightily abus'd; and Don John is the author of all, who
is fled and gone: will you come presently?
BEATRICE
Will you go hear this news, Signior;
BENEDICK
I will live in thy eyes, die in thy lap, and be
bury'd in thy heart; and moreover I will go with thee
to thy uncle. [Exeunt.
SCENE VIII.
Changes to a Church.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants with
Tapers.
CLAUDIO
Is this the monument of Leonato?
ATTENDENT
It is, my lord.
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EPITAPH
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero, that here lies:
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,
Gives her fame which never dies.
So the life, that dy'd with shame,
Lives in death with glorious fame.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Praising her when I am dumb.
CLAUDIO
Now musick sound, and sing your solemn
hymn.
SONG
Pardon, Goddess of the night,
�Those that slew thy virgin knight;
for the which, with songs of woe,
Round about her tomb they go.
Midnight assist our moan;
Help us to sigh and groan
Heavily, heavily;
Graves, yawn and yield your dead,
'Till death be uttered,
Heavily, heavily.
CLAUDIO
Now unto thy bones good night!
Yearly will ! do this Rite.
PEDRO
Good morrow, masters, put your torches out;
The wolves have prey'd; and, look, the gentle
day,
Before the wheels of Phaebus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey:
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Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well.
CLAUDIO
Good morrow, masters; each his several
way.
PEDRO
Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;
And then to Leonato's we will go.
CLAUDIO
And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's8,
Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe!
[Exeunt.
SCENE IX.
Changes to Leonato's House.
Enter Leonato, Benedick, Margaret, Ursula, Antonio,
Friar, and Hero.
FRIAR
Did I not tell you, she was innocent?
LEONATO
�So are the Prince and Claudio, who
accus'd her.
Upon the error that you heard debated.
But Margaret was in some fault for this;
although against her will, as it appears,
In the true course of all the question.
ANTONIO
Well; I am glad, that all things sort so well.
BENEDICK
And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd
To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.
LEONATO
Well, Daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves.
And when I send for you, come hither mask'd:
The Prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour
To visit me; you know your office, brother,
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You must be father to your brother's daughter,
And give yer to young Claudio. [Exeunt Ladies.
ANTONIO
Which I will do with confirm'd countenance.
BENEDICK
Friar, I must in treat your pains, I think.
FRIAR
To do what, Signior?
BENEDICK
To bind me, or undo me, one of them:
Signior Leonato, truth it is, good Signior,
Your niece regards me with me an eye of favour.
LEONATO
That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most
true.
BENEDICK
And I do with an eye of love requite her.
LEONATO
The sight whereof, I think, you had from me.
�From Claudio and the Prince; but what's your will?
BENEDICK
Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical;
But for my will, my will is, your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
I th' state of honourable marriage;
In which, good Friar, I snail desire your help.
LEONATO
My heart is with your liking.
FRIAR
And my help.
SCENE X.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants.
PEDRO
Good morrow to this fair assembly.
LEONATO
Good morrow. Prince; good morrow, Claudio;
We here attend you; are you yet determin'd
To day to marry with my brother's daughter?
CLAUDIO
I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.
LEONATO
Call her forth, brother, here's the Friar
ready. [Exit Antonio.
PEDRO
Good morrow, Benedick; why, what's the
matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
CLAUDIO
I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:
Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,
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And so all Europe shall rejoice at thee;
As once Europa did at lusty Jove,
When he would play the noble beast in love.
�BENEDICK
Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low,
And some such strange bull leapt your father's cow;
And got a calf, in that same noble feat,
Much like to you; for you have just his bleat.
SCENE XI.
Enter Antonio, with Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, and
Ursula, mask'd.
CLAUDIO
For this I owe you; here come other reck'nings.
Which is the lady I must seize upon?
ANTONIO
This same is she, and I do give you her.
CLAUDIO
Why, then she's mine; Sweet, let me see
your face.
LEONATO
No, that you shall not, 'till you take her
hand
Before this Friar, and swear to marry her.
CLAUDIO
Give me your hand; before this holy Friar,
I am your husband, if you like of me.
HERO
And when I liv'd, I was your other wife.
[Unmasking.
And when you lov'd, you were my other husband.
CLAUDIO
Another Hero?
HERO
Nothing certainer.
One Hero dy'd defil'd, but I do live;
And, surely, as I live, I am a maid.
PEDRO
The former Hero! Hero, that is dead!
�LEONATO
She dy'd, my lord, but whiles her slander
liv'd.
FRIAR
All this amazement can I qualify.
When, after that the holy rites are ended,
I'll tell thee largely of fair Hero's death:
Mean time let wonder seem familiar.
And to the chapel let us presently.
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BENEDICK
Soft and fair, Friar. Which is Beatrice?
BEATRICE
I answer to that name; what is your will?
BENEDICK
Do not you love me?
BEATRICE
Why, no, no more than reason.
BENEDICK
Why, then your Uncle, and the Prince, and
Claudio, have been deceiv'd; they swore, you did.
BEATRICE
Do not you love me?
BENEDICK
Troth, no, no more than reason.
BEATRICE
Why, then my Cousin, Margaret and Ursula,
Have been deceiv'd; for they did swear you did.
BENEDICK
They swore you were almost sick for me.
BEATRICE
They swore, you were well-nigh dead for me.
BENEDICK
'Tis no matter; then you do not love me?
BEATRICE
�No, truly, but in friendly recompence.
LEONATO
Come, Cousin, I am sure, you love the gentleman.
CLAUDIO
And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her;
For here's a paper written in his hand,
A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
Fashion'd to Beatrice.
HERO
And here's another.
Writ in my Cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket,
Containing her affection unto Benedick.
BENEDICK
A miracle! here's our own hands against our
hearts; come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I
take thee for pity.
BEATRICE
I would not deny you; but, by this good
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day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to
save your life; for, as I was told, you were in a consumption.
BENEDICK
Peace, I will stop your mouth -----[Kissing her.
PEDRO
How dost thou, Benedick, the married man?
BENEDICK
I'll tell thee what, Prince; a College of witcrackers cannot flout me out of my humour: dost
think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? no: if a
man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing
handsome about him; in brief, since I do purpose to
marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the
world can say against it; and therefore never flout at
me, for what I have said against it for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion; for thy part,
Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in than
�thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruis'd, and
love my cousin.
CLAUDIO
I had well hoped, thou would'st have denied
Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out of thy
single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out
of question, thou wilt be, if my Cousin do not look
exceeding narrowly to thee.
BENEDICK
Come, come, we are friends; let's have a
Dance ere we are marry'd, that we may lighten our
our own hearts, and our wives heels.
LEONATO
We'll have dancing afterwards.
BENEDICK
First, o'my word; therefore, play, musick.
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Prince, thou art sad, get thee a wife, get thee a wife;
there is no staff more reverend than one tipt with horn.
Enter Messenger.
MESSENGER
My Lord, your brother John is ta'en in flight.
And brought with armed men back to Messina.
BENEDICK
Think not on him 'till to-morrow: I'll devise
thee brave punishments for him. Strike up, Pipers,
[Dance.
[Exeunt omnes. K
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The plays of William Shakespeare : in eight volumes : with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators, ed. Samuel Johnson, London : Printed for J. and R. Tonson; H. Woodfall; J. Rivington; R. Baldwin; L. Hawes, Clark and Collins; T. Longman; W. Johnston; T. Caslon; C. Corbet; T. Lownds; and the Executors of B. Dodd, London (1765) Vol. III 171-273.o.
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Much Ado About Nothing
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Much Ado About Nothing
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THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH
Act I
Scene I.
[An open Heath.]
[Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches]
1 WITCH
When shall we three meet again?
In Thunder, Lightning, or in Rain?
2 WITCH
When the Hurly-burly's done,
When the Battle's lost and won.
3 WITCH
That will be ere the set of Sun.
1 WITCH
Where the place?
2 WITCH
Upon the Heath.
3 Witch
There to meet with Macbeth.
1 WITCH
I come, Gray-Malkin!
ALL
Paddock calls: - anon!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Hover through the fog and filthy Air
[They rise from the Stage, and fly away.]
Scene II.
[A Palace.]
[Enter King, Malcolme, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a
bleeding Captain.]
KING
What bloody Man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his Plight, of the Revolt
The newest State.
[Q3]
�[2302]
MALCOLM
This is the Serjeant,
Who like a good and hardy Soldier fought
'Gainst my Captivity; Hail, hail, brave Friend!
Say to the King, the Knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.
CAPTAIN
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent Swimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their Art: The merciless Macdonnel
(Worthy to be a Rebel, for to that
The multiplying Villanies of Nature
Do swarm upon him) from the Western Isles
Of Kernes and Gallow-glasses is supply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a Rebels Whore. But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, well he deserves that Name,
Disdaining Fortune, with his brandisht Steel,
Which smoak'd with bloody Execution,
Like Valours Minion, carv'd out his Passage,
'Till he fac'd the Slave;
Which never shook Hands, nor bid farewel to him,
'Till he unseam'd him from the Nave to th' Chops,
And fix'd his Head upon our Battlements.
KING
O valiant Cousin! worthy Gentleman!
CAPTAIN
As whence the Sun gins his Reflection,
Shipwracking Storms and direful Thunders breaking;
So from that Spring, whence Comfort seem'd to come;
Discomfort swells: Mark, King of Scotland, mark;
No sooner Justice had, with Valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their Heels.
But the Norweyan Lord furveying Vantage,
With furbisht Arms and new Supplies of Men,
Began a fresh assault.
KING
Dismaid not this our Captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
CAPTAIN
Yes, as Sparrows Eagles;
Or the Hare the Lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
�As Cannons overcharg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly redoubled Stroaks on the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
[2303]
I cannot tellBut I am faint, my Gashes cry for helpKING
So well thy Words become thee, as thy Wounds;
They smack of Honour both: Go, get him Surgeons.
[Enter Rosse and Angus.]
Who comes here?
MALCOLM
The worthy Thane of Rosse.
LENOX
What haste looks through his Eyes?
So should he look, that seems to speak things strange.
ROSSE
God save the King.
KING
Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?
ROSSE
From Fife, great King,
Where the Norweyan Banners flout the Sky,
And fan our People Cold.
Norway himself, with terrible Numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal Traitor,
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal Conflict,
'Till that Bellona's Bridegroom, lapt in proof,
Confronted him with Self-comparisons,
Point against Point, rebellious Arm 'gainst Arm,
Curbing his lavish Spirit: And to conclude,
The Victory fell on us.
KING
Great Happiness.
ROSSE
That now Sweno, the Norway's King,
�Craves Composition:
Nor would we deign him burial of his Men,
'Till he disbursed, at St. Colmes-hill,
Ten thousand Dollars, to our general use.
KING
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom Interest. Go, pronounce him present Death,
And with his former Title, greet Macbeth.
ROSSE
I'll see it done.
KING
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
[Exeunt]
SCENE III.
[The Heath.}
[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.]
1 WITCH
Where hast thou been, Sister?
2 WITCH
Killing Swine.
[Q4]
[2304]
3 WITCH
Sister, where thou?
1 WITCH
A Sailor's Wife had Chestnuts in her Lap,
And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht;
Give me, quoth I.
Aroint thee, Witch, the Rump-fed Ronyon cries.
Her Husband's to Aleppo gone, Master o'th' Tiger;
But in a Sieve I'll thither fail,
And like a Rat without a Tail,
I'll do — I'll do - and I'll do.
2 WITCH
I'll give thee a Wind,
1 Witch
�Th'art kind.
3 WITCH
And I another.
1 WITCH
I my self have all the other,
And the very Ports they blow,
All the Quarters that they know,
I'th' Ship-man's Card.
I'll drain him dry as Hay;
Sleep shall neither Night nor Day,
Hang upon his Pent-house Lid;
He shall live a Man forbid;
Weary Sev'nights, nine times nine.
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
Though his Bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
Look what I have.
2 WITCH
Shew me, shew me.
1 WITCH
Here, I have a Pilot's Thumb,
Wrackt as homeward he did come.
[Drum within.]
3 WITCH
A Drum, a Drum.
Macbeth doth come.
ALL
The weyward Sisters, Hand in Hand,
Posters of the Sea and Land,
Thus do go about, about,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine.
And thrice again to make up nine.
Peace, the Charm's wound up.
[Enter Macbeth and Banquo, with Soldiers and other Attendants]
MACBETH
So foul and fair a Day I have not seen.
BANQUO
How far is't call'd to Soris? — What are these?
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire,
�That look not like th' Inhabitants o'th' Earth,
[2305]
And yet are on't? Live you, or are you ought
That Man in question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy Finger laying
Upon her skinny Lips.— You should be Women,
And yet your Beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
MACBETH
Speak if you can; what are you?
1 WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
2 WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
3 WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be King hereafter.
BANQUO
Good Sir, why do you start, and seem to fear
Things that do found fo fair? i'th' the name of Truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
[To the Witches.]
Which outwardly ye shew? my noble Partner,
You greet with present Grace, and great Prediction
Of noble having, and of Royal hope,
That he seems wrapt withal,to me you speak not.
If you can look into the Seeds of Time,
And fay, which Grain will grow, and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your Favours, nor your Hate.
1 WITCH
Hail!
2 WITCH
Hail!
3 WITCH
Hail!
1 WITCH
�Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
2 WITCH
Not so happy, yet much happier.
3 WITCH
Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none;
So all hail ! Macbeth and Banqou.
1 WITCH
Banqou and Macbeth, all hail!
MACBETH
Stay, you imperfect Speakers, tell me more;
By Sinel's Death I know I am Thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous Gentleman; and to be King,
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
You owe this strange Intelligence? or why,
Upon this blasted Heath you stop our way,
With such Prophetick Greeting? Speak, I charge you.
[Witches vanish.]
BANQUO
The Earth hath bubbles as the Water hath;
And these are of them: Whither are they vanish'd?
[2306]
MACBETH
Into the Air: and what seem'd corporal,
Melted, as breath into the Wind.
Would they had staid.
BANQUO
Were such things here, as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten of the insane Root,
That takes the Reason Prisoner?
MACBETH
Your Children shall be Kings.
BANQUO
You shall be King.
MACBETH
�And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?
BANQUO
To th' self-same tune, and words; who's here?
[Enter Rosse and Angus.]
ROSSE
The King hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
The News of thy Succes; and when he reads
Thy personal Venture in the Rebels Fight,
His Wonders and his Praises do contend,
Which should be thine or his; Silenc'd with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' th' self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan Ranks,
Nothing afraid, of what thy self didst make,
Strange Images of Death; is thick as Hail
Came Post with Post, and every one did bear
Thy Praises in his Kingdom's great Defence,
And pour'd them down before him.
ANGUS
We are sent,
To give thee, from our Royal Master, Thanks,
Only to Herald thee into this fight,
Not pay thee.
ROSSE
And for an earnest of a greater Honour,
He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor;
In which Addition, hail, most worthy Thane!
For it is thine.
BANQOU
What, can the Devil speak true?
MACBETH
The Thane of Cawdor lives;
Why do you dress me in this borrowed Robes?
ANGUS
Who was the Thane, lives yet,
But under heavy Judgment bears that Life,
Which he deserves to lose.
Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,
Or else did line the Rebel with hidden help,
And vantage, or that with both he labour'd
In his Country's wrack, I know not:
�[2307]
But Treasons Capital, confess'd and prov'd,
Have overthrown him.
MACBETH
Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor!
[Aside]
The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains.
[To Angus]
Do you not hope your Children shall be Kings?
[To Banquo]
When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no less to them?
BANQUO
That trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you into the Crown,
Besides the Thane of Cawdor, But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The Instruments of darkness tell us Truths,
Win us with honest Trifles, to betray's
In deepest Consequence,
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
[To Rosse and Angus]
MACBETH
Two Truths are told,
[Aside.]
As happy Prologues to the swelling Act
Of the imperial Theam. I thank you, Gentlemen This supernatural solliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot be good - If ill:
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a Truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
If good: Why do I yield to that Suggestion,
Whose horrid Image doth unfix my Hair.
And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribs,
Against the use of Nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single State of Man,
That Function is smother'd in surmise,
And nothing is, but what is not.
BANQUO
Look how our Partner's rapt.
�MACBETH
If Chance will have me King, why Chance may
crown me
[Aside]
Without my stir.
BANQUO
New Honours come upon him,
Like our strange Garments, cleave not to their mould,
But with the aid of use.
MACBETH
Come what come may,
Time and the Hour runs thro' the roughest Day.
[2308]
BANQUO
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
MACBETH
Give me your Favour:
My dull Brain was wrought with things forgotten,
Kind Gentlemen, your Pains are registred,
Where every Day I turn the Leaf to read them.
Let us toward the King; think upon
[To Banquo]
What hath chanc'd, and at one more time,
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free Hearts each to other.
BANQUO
Very gladly.
MACBETH
'Till then enough:
Come, Friends.
[Exeunt]
Scene IV.
[A Palace.}
[Flourish. Enter King, Malcolme, Donalbain, Lenox, and Attendants]
KING
Is Execution done on Cawdor?
Are not those in Commission yet return'd?
MALCOLM
My Liege, they are not yet come back.
�But I have spoke with one that saw him die:
Who did report, that very frankly he
Confess'd his Treasons, implor'd your Highness pardon,
And set forth a deep Repentance,
Nothing in his Life became him,
Like the Leaving it. He dy'd,
As one that had been studied in his Death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As twere a careless trifle.
KING
There's no Art,
To find the Mind's Construction in the Face:
He was a Gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.
[Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus]
O worthiest Cousin!
The Sin of my Ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before,
That swiftest Wind of Recompence is slow,
To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserv'd
[2309]
That the Proportion both of Thanks and Payment,
Might have been mine: Only I have left say,
More is thy due, than more than all can pay.
MACBETH
The Service and the Loyalty I owe,
In doing it, pays it self.
Your Highness part is to receive our Duties;
And our Duties are to your Throne and State,
Children and Servants; which do but what they should,
By doing every thing safe toward your Love
And Honour.
KING
Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserv'd, and must be known.
No less to have done so: Let me enfold thee,
And hold thee to my Heart.
BANQOU
There if I grow,
The Harvest is your own.
�KING
My plenteous Joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of Sorrow. Sons, Kinsman, Thanes,
And you, whose Places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our Estate upon
Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter,
The Prince of Cumberland: Which Honour must
Not unaccompanied, invest him only,
But signs of Nobleness, like Stars shall shine
On all Deservers. From hence to Enverness,
And bind us further to you.
MACBETH
The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you;
I'11 be my self the Harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my Wife with your approach,
So humbly take my leave.
KING
My worthy Cawdor!
MACBETH
The Prince of Cumberland! — that is a step.
On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,
[Aside]
For in my way it lies. Stars hide your Fires,
Let not Light see my black and deep desires;
The Eye wink at the Hand; yet let that be,
Which the Eye fears, when it is done, to see.
[Exit]
[2310]
KING
True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
And in his Commendations I am fed;
It is a Banquet to me, let's after him,
Whose care is gone before, to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless Kinsman.
[Exeunt]
Scene V.
[An Apartment in Macbeth's Castle.]
[Enter Lady Macbeth alone with a Letter.]
LADY MACBETH
They met me in the Day of Success; and I have learn'd
by the perfectest Report, they have more in them, than mortal
�Knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them further,
they made themselves Air, into which they vanish'd. Whiles I
stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Missives from the King,
who all, hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title before
these wayward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to the coming
on of time, with hail King that shalt be. This have I thought
good to deliver thee (my dearest partner of Greatness) that thou
might'st not lose the dues of rejoycing by being ignorant of what
Greatness is promis'd thee. Lay it to thy Heart, and farewel.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor — and shalt be
What thou art promis'd. Yet I do fear thy Nature,
It is too full o'th' Milk of human Kindness,
To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great,
Art not without Ambition, but without
The Illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win.
Thou'dst have, great Glamis that which cries,
Thus thou must do if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my Spirits in thine Ear,
And chastise with the Valour of my Tongue
All that thee hinders from the Golden Round,
Which Fate and Metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.
[Enter Messenger]
What is your Tidings?
[2311]
MESSENGER
The King comes here to Night.
LADY MACBETH
Thou'rt mad to say it.
Is not thy Master with him? who wer't so,
Would have inform'd for Preparation.
MESSENGER
So please you, it is true: Our Thane is coming,
One of my Fellows had the speed of him;
Who almost dead for Breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his Message.
LADY MACBETH
Give him tending.
He brings great News. The Raven himself Is hoarse,
�[Exit Messenger]
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my Battlements. Come you Spirits,
That tend on mortal Thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the Crown to the Toe, top-full
Of direst Cruelty; make thick my Blood,
Stop up the access and passage to Remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of Nature
Shake my fell Purpose, nor keep Peace between
Th' effect, and it. Come to my Woman's Breasts,
And take my Milk for Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,
Where-ever in your sightless Substances.
You wait on Nature's Mischief. Come, thick Night,
And pall thee in the dunnest Smoak of Hell,
That my keen Knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor Heav'n peep through the Blanket of the dark,
To cry, hold, hold,
[Enter Macbeth]
Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
[Embracing him]
Greater than both, by the all hail hereafter,
Thy Letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant Present, and I feel now
The future in the instant.
MACBETH
My dearest Love,
Duncan comes here to Night.
LADY MACBETH
And when goes hence?
MACBETH
To Morrow, as he purposes.
LADY MACBETH
O never
Shall Sun that Morrow fee.
Your Face, my Thane, is as a Book, where Men
May read strange Matters to beguile the time.
[2312]
Look like the time, bear welcome in your Eye,
Your Hand, your Tongue; look like the innocent Flower,
But be the Serpent under't. He that's coming,
Must be provided for; and you shall put
This Night's great Business into my dispatch,
Which shall to all our Nights and Days to come,
�Give solely sovereign Sway and Masterdom.
MACBETH
We will speak further.
LADY MACBETH
Only look up clear:
To alter Favour ever is to fear.
Leave all the rest to me.
[Exeunt]
SCENE IV.
[The Castle Gate.]
[Hautboys and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain,
Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus and Attendants.]
KING
This Castle hath a pleasant Seat; the Air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends it self
Unto our gentle Senses.
BANQUO
This Guest of Summer.
The Temple-haunting Martlet does approve,
By his lov'd Mansonry, that the Heav'n's breath
Smells wooingly here. No jutty frieze,
Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle:
Where they most breed, and haunt, I have observ'd,
The Air is delicate.
[Enter Lady Macbeth]
KING
See! see, our honour'd Hostess!
The Love that follows us, sometime is our Trouble,
Which still we thank as Love. Herein I teach you,
How you shall bid god-eyld us for your Pains,
And thank us for your Trouble.
LADY MACBETH
All our Service.
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor, and single Business, who contend
Against those Honours deep, and broad,
Where with your Majesty loads our House:
For those of old, and the late Dignities,
Heap'd up to them, we rest your Hermits.
�[2313]
KING
Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
We courst him at the Heels, and had a purpose
To be his Purveyor: But he rides well,
And his great Love, sharp as his Spur, hath holp him
To his home before us: Fair and noble Hostess,
We are your Guest to Night.
LADY MACBETH
Your Servants ever,
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt,
To make their Audit at your Highness Pleasure,
Still to return your own.
KING
Give me your Hand;
Conduct me to mine Host, we love him highly,
And shall continue our Graces towards him.
By your leave, Hostess.
[Exeunt]
SCENE VII.
[An Apartment.]
[Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers Servants with Dishes and Service
ever the Stage. Then Macbeth.]
MACBETH
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly; if the Assassination
Could trammel up the Consequence, and catch
With his surcease, Success; that but this blow
Might be the all, and be the end of all - Here,
But here, upon this Bank and School of time —
We'ld jump the Life to come. But in these Cases,
We still have Judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody Instructions, which being taught, return
To plague th'ingredience of our poison'd Chalice
To our own Lips. He's here in double trust:
First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subject,
Strong both against the Deed; then, as his Host,
Who should against his Murtherer shut the Door,
Not bear the Knife my self. Besides, this Duncan, Hath born his Faculty to meek, hath been
So clear in his great Office, that his Virtues
Will plead like Angels, Trumpet tongu'd against
The deep Damnation of his taking off:
And Pity, like a naked New-born Babe,
�Striding the Blast, or Heav'ns Cherubin, hors'd
[Vol. V] [R]
[2314]
Upon the sightless Curriers of the Air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every Eye,
That Tears shall drown the Wind. I have no Spur
To prick the sides of my Intent, but only
Vauling Ambition, which o'er-leaps it self
[Enter Lady Macbeth.]
And falls on th' other How now? What News?
LADY MACBETH
He has almost sup'd; why have you left the Chamber?
MACBETH
Hath he ask'd for me?
LADY MACBETH
Know you not, he has?
MACBETH
We will proceed no further in this Business.
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden Opinions from all sorts of People,
Which would be worn now in their newest Gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
LADY MACBETH
Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you drest your self? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now to look so green and pale,
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afraid
To be the same in thine own Act and Valour,
As thou art in desire? wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
And live a Coward in thine own Esteem?
Letting I dare not, wait upon I would,
like the poor Cat i'th' Adage.
MACBETH
Prethee, Peace:
I dare do all that may become a Man;
Who dares do more is none.
�LADY MACBETH
What Beast was't then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?
When you dust do it, then you were a Man;
Aid to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the Man. Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
Do's unmake you. I have given Suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love, the Babe that milks me
I would, while it was smiling in my Face,
Have pluckt my Nipple from his boneless Gums,
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And dasht the Brains out, had I but so sworn
As you have done too this.
MACBETH
If we should fail?
LADY MACBETH
We fail!
But screw your Courage to the sticking Place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard Journey
Soundly invite him) his two Chamberlains
Will I with Wine and Wassel, so convince,
That Memory, the warder of the Brain,
Shall be a Fume, and the receipt of Reason
A Limbeck only; when in swinish sleep
Their drenched Natures lye is in a Death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th'unguarded Duncan? What, not put upon
His spungy Officers, who shall bear the Guile
Of our great Quell?
MACBETH
Bring forth Men-Children only:
For thy undaunted Metal should compose
Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with Blood those sleepy two
Of his own Chamber, and us'd their very Daggers
That they have don't?
LADY MACBETH
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our Griefs and Clamour roar,
Upon his Death?
�MACBETH
I am setled, and bend up
Each corporal Agent to this terrible Feat,
Away, and mock the time with fairest show,
False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know.
[Exeunt]
Act II.
Scene I.
[A Hall]
[Enter Banquo and Fleance with a Torch before him.]
BANQUO
How goes the Night, Boy?
FLEANCE
The Moon is down: I have not heard
the Clock.
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BANQUO
And she goes down at Twelve.
FLEANCE
I take't tis later, Sir.
BANQUO
Hold, take my Sword; there's Husbandry in Heav'n,
Their Candles are all out. - Take thee that too.
A heavy Summons lyes like Lead upon me,
And yet I would not sleep: Merciful Powers
Restrain in me the cursed Thoughts, that Nature
Gives way to in repose.
[Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a Torch.]
Give me my Sword: Who's there?
MACBETH
A Friend.
BANQUO
What, Sir, not yet at rest! The King's a-bed,
He hath been in unusual Pleasure,
And sent forth a great Largess to your Officers,
This Diamond he greets your Wife withal,
By the Name of most kind Hostess,
�And shut it up in measureless Content.
MACBETH
Being unprepar'd,
Our Will became the Servant to defect
Which else should free have wrought.
BANQUO
All's well.
I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters;
To you they have shew'd some Truth.
MACBETH
I think not of them;
Yet when we can intreat an Hour to serve
We would spend some Words upon that Business,
If you would grant the time.
BANQUO
At your kind Leisure.
MACBETH
If you shall cleave to my Consent, when 'tis,
It shall make Honour for you.
BANQUO
So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My Bosom Franchis'd, and Allegiance clear,
I shall be counsell'd.
MACBETH
Good Repose the while.
BANQUO
Thanks, Sir; the like to you.
[Exit Banquo]
MACBETH
Go, bid thy Mistress, when my Drink is ready,
She strike upon the Bell. Get thee to bed.
[Exit Servant]
Is this a Dagger which I see before me,
The Handle toward my Hand? Come let me clutch thee —
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I have thee not, and yet I see thee still,
Art thou not, fatal Vision, sensible
�To feeling, as to fight? Or art thou but
A Dagger of the Mind, a false Creation,
Proceeding from the Heat-oppressed Brain?
I see thee yet, in form, as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going,
And such an Instrument I was to use.
Mine Eyes are made, the Fools o'th' other Senses,
Or else worth all the rest - I see thee still,
And on thy Blade, and Dudgeon, Gouts of Blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing
It is the bloody Business, which informs
This to mine Eyes. Now o'er the one half world
Nature seems dead, and wicked Dreams abuse
The Curtain'd sleep now Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's Offerings, and wither'd Murther,
Alarum'd by his Sentinel, the Wolf,
Whose howl's his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing sides, towards his Design
Moves like a Ghost. Thou sour and firm-set Earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very Stones prate of my where about,
And take the present Horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whilst I threat, he lives;
Words to the heat of Deeds too cold breath gives.
[A Bell rings.]
I go, and it is done; the Bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell,
That summons thee to Heav'n, or to Hell.
[Exit.]
[Enter Lady.]
LADY MACBETH
That which hath made them drunk, hath made me
What hath quencht them, hath given me Fire. Hark! Peace!
It was the Owl that shriek'd, the fatal Bell-Man,
Which gives the stern'st good Night --- he is about it.
The Doors are open; and the surfeited Grooms
Do mock their Charge with Snores, I have drugg'd their
Possets,
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That Death and Nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die.
[Enter Macbeth.]
�MACBETH
Who's there? What ho?
LADY MACBETH
Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd,
And 'tis not done; the Attempt, and not the Deed
Confounds us— Hark! — I laid their Daggers ready,
He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
My Father as he slept, I had don't — My Husband!
MACBETH
I have done the deed - Didst not thou
hear a Noise?
LADY MACBETH
I heard the Owl scream, and the Crickets cry.
Did not you speak?
MACBETH
When?
LADY MACBETH
Now.
MACBETH
As I descended?
LADY MACBETH
Ay.
MACBETH
Hark! — who lyes i'th' second Chamber?
LADY MACBETH
Donalbaine.
MACBETH
This is a sorry sight.
LADY MACBETH
A foolish Thought; to say a sorry sight.
MACBETH
There's one did laugh in's sleep; and one cry'd
Murther,
That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them;
But they did say their Prayers, and addrest them
Again to sleep.
�LADY MACBETH
There are two lodg'd together.
MACBETH
One cry'd, God bless us, and Amen the other,
As they had seen me with these Hangman's Hands,
Listning their Fear; I could not say Amen,
When they did say, God bless us.
LADY MACBETH
Consider it not so deeply.
MACBETH
But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen?
I had most need of Blessing, and Amen stuck in my Throat.
LADY MACBETH
These Deeds must not be thought, after these ways;
So, it will make us mad.
MACBETH
Methought I heard a Voice cry. Sleep no more;
Macbeth does murther sleep, the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd Sleeve of Care,
The Death of each day's Life, fore Labours Bath,
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Balm of hurt Minds, great Nature's second Cousse,
Chief Nourisher in Life's Feast.
LADY MACBETH
What do you mean?
MACBETH
Still it cry'd, Sleep no more, to all the House;
Glamis hath murther'd Sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
LADY MACBETH
Who was it that thus cry'd? Why, worthy Thane,
You do unbend your noble Strength, to think
So brain-sickly of things; go, get some Water,
And wash this filthy Witness from your Hand.
Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?
They must lye there. Go, carry them, and smear
The sleepy Grooms with Blood.
MACBETH
�I'll go no more;
I am afraid, to think what I have done;
Look on 't again, I dare not.
LADY MACBETH
Infirm of purpose!
Give me the Daggers; the sleeping
Are but as Pictures; 'tis the Eye
That fears a painted Devil. If he
I'll gild the Faces of the Grooms
For it must seem their Guilt.
[Exit.]
[Knock within.]
and the dead,
of Child-hood,
do bleed,
withal,
MACBETH
Whence is that Knocking?
[Starting.]
How is't with me, when every Noise appalls me?
What Hands are here? Hah! they pluck out mine Eyes,
Will all great Neptune's Ocean wash this Blood
Clean from my Hand? No, this my Hand will rather
The multitudinous Sea incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
[Enter Lady Macbeth.]
LADY MACBETH
My Hands are of your Colour; but I shame
To wear a Heart so white.
[Knock.]
I hear a Knocking at the South Entry;
Retire we to our Chamber;
A little Water clears us of this deed,
How easie is it then? Your Constancy
Hath left you unattended.
Hark, more Knocking.
[Knock.]
Get on your Night-Gown, lest occasion call us,
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And shew us to be Watchers; be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.
MACBETH
To know my deed,
[Knock.]
'Twere best not know my self.
�Wake Duncan with this Knocking:
I would thou could'st.
[Exeunt.]
[Enter a Porter.]
[Knocking within.]
PORTER
Here's a Knocking indeed: If a Man were Porter
of Hell-Gate, he should have old turning the Key. Knock.
Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, i'th' name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd himself on th' expectation of Plenty: Come in time, have Napkins enough
about you, here you'll sweat for't. Knock. Knock, knock.
Who's there in th' other Devils Name? Faith, here's an
Equivocator, that could swear in both the Scales, against either Scale, who committed Treason enough for
God's sake, yet could not equivocate to Heav'n; Oh come
in, Equivocator. Knock. Knock, knock, knock. Who's
there? Faith, here's an English Taylor come hither for
stealing out of a French Hose: Come in Taylor, here you
may roast your Goose. Knock. Knock, knock, never at quiet!
What are you? But this place is too cold for Hell. I'll
Devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in
some of all Professions, that go the Primrose way to th'
everlasting Bonfire. Knock. Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.
[Enter Macduff, and Lenox.]
MACDUFF
Was it to late, Friend, e'er you went to bed,
That you do lye so late?
PORTER
Faith, Sir, we were carousing 'till the second Cock:
And Drink, Sir, is a great Provoker of three things.
MACDUFF
What three things does Drink especially provoke?
PORTER
Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleep, and Urine.
Letchery, Sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the
Desire, but it takes away the Performance. Therefore much
Drink may be said to be an Equivocator with Letchery;
it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes
him off; it persuades him and disheartens him; makes him
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�stand to, and not stand to; in Conclusion, equivocates him
into a sleep, and giving him the Lie, leaves him.
MACDUFF
I believe Drink gave thee the Lie last Night.
PORTER
That it did, Sir, i' the very Throat on me; but I
requited him for his Lie, and, I think, being too strong
for him, though he took up my Legs sometime, yet I made
a shift to cast him.
[Enter Macbeth.]
MACDUFF
Is thy Master stirring?
Our Knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.
LENOX
Good Morrow, Noble Sir.
MACBETH
Good Morrow both.
MACDUFF
Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
MACBETH
Not yet.
MACDUFF
He did command me to call timely on him,
I have almost slept the Hour.
MACBETH
I'll bring you to him.
MACDUFF
I know this is a joyful trouble to you:
But yet 'tis one.
MACBETH
The labour we delight in, Physick's pain;
This is the Door.
MACDUFF
I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my limited Service.
[Exit Macduff.]
�LENOX
Goes the King hence to day?
MACDUFF
He does; he did appoint so.
LENOX
The Night has been unruly; where we lay
Our Chimneys were blown down. And, as they say,
Lamenting heard i'th' Air; strange screams of Death
And Prophesying, with Accents terrible,
Of dire Combustions, and confus'd Events,
New hatch'd to th' woful time.
The obscure Bird clamor'd the live-long Night,
Some say the Earth was Feaverous, and did shake.
MACBETH
'Twas a rough Night.
LENOX
My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.
[Enter Macduff.]
MACDUFF
O horror! horror! horror!
Tongue nor Heart cannot conceive, nor name thee --[2322]
MACBETH and LENOX
What's the Matter?
MACDUFF
Confusion now hath made his Master-piece,
Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed Temple, and stole thence
The Life o'th' Building.
MACBETH
What is't you say? the Life? —
LENOX
Mean you his Majesty? —
MACDUFF
Approach the Chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak;
�See, and then speak your selves: Awake! awake! [Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox.]
MACDUFF
Ring the Alarum-Bell— Murther! and Treason!
Banquo and Donalbaine! Malcolme! awake!
Shake off this downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit,
And look on Death it self —-— up, up, and see
The great Doom's Image! Malcome! Banquo!
As from your Graves rise up and walk like Sprights,
To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell ———
[Bell Rings.]
[Enter Lady Macbeth.]
LADY MACBETH
What's the Business?
That such an hideous Trumpet calls to Parley,
The Sleepers of the House? Speak, speak.
MACDUFF
O gentle Lady,
'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
The Repetition in a Woman's Ear,
Would murther as it fell.
[Enter Banquo.]
O Banquo, Banquo, our Royal Master's murther'd.
LADY MACBETH
Woe, alas!
What, in our House? ———
BANQUO
Too cruel, any where.
Dear Duff, I prithee contradict thy self,
And say, it is not so.
[Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse.]
MACBETH
Had I but dy'd an hour before this chance,
I had liv'd a blessed time: For from this instant,
There's nothing serious in Mortality;
All is but Toys; Renown and Grace is dead;
The Wine of Life is drawn, and the mere Lees
Is left this Vault to brag of.
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[Enter Malcolme, and Donalbaine.]
�DONALBAINE
What is amiss?
MACBETH
You are, and do not know't:
The Spring, the Head, the Fountain of your Blood,
Is stopt; the very Source of it is stopt.
MACDUFF
Your Royal Father's murder'd.
MALCOLME
Oh, by whom?
LENOX
Those of his Chamber, as it seem'd, had don't
Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with Blood
So were their Daggers, which unwip'd, we fouod
Upon their Pillows; they star'd, and were distracted:
No Man's Life was to be trusted with them.
MACBETH
O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them --MACDUFF
Wherefore did yon so?
MACBETH
Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate and furious,
Loyal, and Neutrals in a monent? No Man.
Th' expedition of my violent Love
Out-run the pauser, Reason. Here lay Duncan,
His silver Skin, lac'd with his Golden Blood,
And his gash'd Stabs, look'd like a Breach in Nature,
For Ruins wasteful entrance; there the Murtherers,
Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade; their Daggers,
Unmannerly breech'd with gore. Who could refrain,
That had a Heart to love, and in that Heart,
Courage, to make's Love known?
LADY MACBETH
Help me hence, ho! --[Seeming to faint.]
MACDUFF
Look to the Lady.
�MALCOLM
Why do we hold our Tongues,
That most may claim this Argument for ours?
DONALBAINE
What should be spoken here,
Where our Fate hid within an auger-hole,
May rush, and seize us? Let's away,
Our Tears are not yet brew'd.
MALCOLM
Nor our strong Sorrow
Upon the foot of Motion.
BANQUO
Look to the Lady;
[Lady Macbeth is carried out.]
And when we have our naked Frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure: let us meet,
And question this most bloody piece of Work,
To know it further. Fears and Scruples shake us:
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In the great hand of God I stand, and thence,
Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight
Of treasonous Malice.
MACBETH
And so do I.
ALL
So all.
MACBETH
Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
And meet i'th' Hall together.
ALL
Well contented.
[Exeunt.]
MALCOLM
What will you do? Let's not confort with them:
To shew an unfelt Sorrow, is an Office
Which the false Man does easy. I'll to England.
DONALBAINE
To Ireland, I; our separated Fortune,
�Shall keep us both the safer; where we are,
There's Daggers in Mens Smiles; the near in Blood,
The nearer bloody.
MALCOLM
This murtherous shaft that's shot,
Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way,
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to Horse,
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
But shift away; there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steals it self, when there's no Mercy left.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II.
[Enter Rosse, with an Old Man.]
OLD MAN
Threescore and ten I can remember well,
Within the Volume of which time, I have seen
Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore Night
Hath trifl'd former knowings.
ROSSE
Ah, good Father,
Thou seest the Heav'ns, as troubled with Man's Act,
Threaten his bloody Stage: By th' Clock 'tis Day,
And yet dark Night strangles the travelling Lamp:
Is't Night's predominance, or the Day's shame,
That darkness does the face of Earth intomb,
When living Light should kiss it?
OLD MAN
'Tis unnatural,
Even like the Deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
A Faulcon towring in her pride of Place,
Was by a mousing Owl hawkt at, and kil'd.
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ROSSE
And Duncan's Horses,
A thing most strange and certain!
Beauteous and swift, the Minions of their Race,
Turn'd wild in Nature, broke their Stalls, flung out,
Contending 'gainst Obedience, as they would
Make War with Mankind
OLD MAN
'Tis said, they eat each other.
�ROSSE
They did so;
To th' amazement of mine Eyes, that look'd upon't.
[Enter Macduff.]
Here comes the good Macduff.
How goes the World, Sir, now?
MACDUFF
Why see you not?
ROSSE
Is't known who did this more than bloody Deed?
MACDUFF
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
ROSSE
Alas the Day!
What good could they pretend?
MACDUFF
They were suborn'd;
Malcolm, and Donalbain the King's two Sons,
Are stoln away and fled, which puts upon them
Suspicion of the Deed.
ROSSE
'Gainst Nature still;
Thriftless Ambition! that will raven upon
Thine own lives means; then 'tis most like
The Sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
MACDUFF
He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone
To be invested.
ROSSE
Where is Duncan's Body?
MACDUFF
Carried to Colmeshill,
The Sacred Stone-house of his Predecessors.
And Guardian of their Bones.
ROSSE
Will you to Scone?
MACDUFF
�No, Cousin, I'll to Fife.
ROSSE
Well, I will thither.
MACDUFF
Well may you see, things well done there; adieu.
Left our old Robes sit easier than our new.
ROSSE
Farewel, Father.
OLD MAN.
God's benison go with you, Sir, and with those
That would make good of bad, and Friends of Foes.
[Exeunt.]
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ACT III. SCENE I.
[SCENE A Royal Apartment.]
[Enter Banquo.]
BANQUO
Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the way ward Women promis'd, and I fear
Thou plaid'st most foully for't: Yet it was said
It should not stand in thy Posterity,
But that my self should be the Root, and Father
Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
As upon thee, Macbeth, their Speeches shine,
Why by the Verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me up in hope? But hush, no more.
[Trumpets sound. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth,
Lenox, Rosse, Lords and Attendants.]
MACBETH
Here's our chief Guest.
LADY MACBETH
If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great Feast,
And all things unbecoming.
MACBETH
To Night we hold a solemn Supper, Sir,
And I'll request your presence.
�BANQUO
Lay your Highness
Command upon me, to the which, my Duties
Are with a most indissoluble tye
For ever knit.
MACBETH
Ride you this Afternoon?
BANQUO
Ay, my good Lord.
MACBETH
We should have else desir'd your good Advice,
Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
In this Day's Council; but we'll take to Morrow.
Is't far you ride?
BANQUO
As far, my Lord, as will fill up the time
'Twixt this and Supper. Go not my Horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the Night,
For a dark hour or twain.
MACBETH
Fail not our Feast.
BANQUO
My Lord, I will not.
MACBETH
We hear, our bloody Cousins are bestow'd
In England, and in Ireland, not confessing
Their cruel Parricide, filling their hearers
With strange Invention, but of that to Morrow,
When therewithal we shall have cause of State,
Craving us jointly. Hie you to Horse:
Adieu, 'till you return at Night.
Goes Fleance with you?
BANQUO
Ay, my Lord; our time does call upon's.
MACBETH
I wish your Horses swift and sure of Foot:
And so I do commend you to their Backs.
Farewel.
[Exit Banquo.]
Let every Man be Master of his Time,
�'Till seven at Night, to make Society
The sweeter welcome: We will keep our self
'Till Supper time alone: While then, God be with you.
[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, and Lords.]
Sirrah, a word with you: Attend those Men
[To a Servant.]
Our pleasure?
SERVANT
They are, my Lord, without the Palace Gate.
MACBETH
Bring them before us,
[Exit Servant.]
To be thus, is nothing,
But to be safely thus: Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep, and in his Royalty of Nature
Reigns that which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,
And to that dauntless temper of his Mind,
He hath a Wisdom that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safety. There is none but he,
Whose Being I do fear: And under him,
My Genius is rebuk'd; as it is said
Mark Anthony's was by Caesar; he chid the Sisters,
When first they put the Name of King upon me,
And bad them speak to him; then Prophet like,
They hail'd him Father to a line of Kings.
Upon my Head, they plac'd a fruitless Crown,
And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal Hand,
No Son of mine succeeding: If't be so,
For Banquo's Issue have I fil'd my Mind,
For them, the gracious Duncan have I murther'd,
Put Rancors in the Vessel of my Peace
Only for them, and mine Eternal Jewel
Given to the common Enemy of Man,
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To make them Kings, the Seeds of Banquo Kings:
Rather than so, come Fate into the List,
And Champion me to th' utterance --Who's there?
[Enter Servant, and two Murtherers.]
Now go to the Door, and stay there 'till we call.
[Exit Servant.]
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
MURTHERER
�It was, so please your Highness.
MACBETH
Well then,
Now you have consider'd of my Speeches? know
That it was he, in the times past, which held you
So under Fortune, which you thought had been
Our innocent self, this I made good to you,
In our last Conference, past in probation with you:
How you were born in Hand, how crost, the Instruments,
Who wrought with them: And all things else that might
To half a Soul, and to a Notion craz'd,
Say, thus did Banquo.
1 MURTHERER
You made it known to us.
MACBETH
I did so; and went further, which is now
Out point of second meeting. Do you find
Your patience so predominant in your Nature,
That you can let this go? Are you so Gospell'd
To pray for this good Man, and for his Issue.
Whose heavy Hand hath bow'd you to the Grave,
And beggar'd yours for ever?
1 MURTHERER
We are Men, my Liege.
MACBETH
Ay, in the Catalogue ye go for Men,
As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curs,
Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolves are clipt
All by the Name of Dogs; the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The House-Keeper, the Hunter, every one
According to the Gift, which bounteous Nature
Hath in him clos'd? whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the Bill.
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That writes them all alike: and so of Men.
Now, if you have a station in the file,
And not in the worst rank of Manhood, say it;
And I will put the business in your Bosoms,
Whose Execution takes your Enemy off;
Grapples you to the Heart, and love of us,
Who wear our Health but sickly in his Life,
�Which in his Death were perfect.
2 MURTHERER
I am one, my Liege,
Whom the vile Blows and Buffets of the World
Have so incens'd that I am reckless what
I do, to spite the World.
1 MURTHERER
And I another,
So weary with Disasters, tugg'd with Fortune,
That I would set my Life on any Chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.
MACBETH
Both of you
Know Banquo was your Enemy.
MURTHERERS
True, my Lord.
MACBETH
So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
That every Minute of his being, thrusts
Against my near'st of Life; and though I could
With bare-fac'd Power sweep him from my sight
And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not,
For certain Friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall,
Who I my self struck down: and thence it is,
That I to your assistance do make love,
Masking the business from the common Eye,
For sundry weighty Reasons.
2 MURTHERER
We shall, my Lord,
Perform what you command us.
1 MURTHERER
Though our Lives ——
MACBETH
Your Spirits shine through you.
Within this Hour, at most,
I will advice you where to plant your selves.
Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,
The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,
And something from the Palace: always thought,
That I require a clearness; and with him,
�To leave no Rubs nor Botches in the Work;
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Fleance, his Son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me,
Than is his Father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark Hour. Resolve your selves a-part,
I'll come to you anon.
MURTHERERS
We are resolv'd, my Lord.
MACBETH
I'll call upon you straight; abide within,
It is concluded; Banquo, thy Soul's flight.
If it find Heav'n, must find it out to Night.
[Exeunt.]
[Enter Lady Macbeth, and a Servant.]
LADY MACBETH
Is Banquo gone from Court?
SERVANT
Ay, Madam, but returns again to Night.
LADY MACBETH
Say to the King, I would attend his leisure,
For a few words.
SERVANT
Madam, I will.
[Exit.]
LADY MACBETH
Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy.
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
[Enter Macbeth.]
How now, my Lord, why do you keep alone?
Of sorriest Fancies your Compainions making,
Using those Thoughts, which should indeed have dy'd
With them they think on; things without all remedy
Should be without regard; what's done, is done.
MACBETH
�We have scorch'd the Snake, not kill'd it:
She'll close, and be her self, whilst our poor Malice
Remains in danger of her former Tooth.
But let the frame of things disjoint,
Both the Worlds suffer,
E'er we will eat our Meal in fear, and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible Dreams,
That shake us Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the Mind to lie
In restless ecstasie. Duncan is in his Grave;
After Life's fitful Fever, he sleeps well,
Treason has done his worst; nor Steel nor Poison,
Malice Domestick, Foreign Levy, nothing
Can touch him further.
LADY MACBETH
Come on;
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Gentle, my Lord, sleep o'er your rugged Looks,
Be bright and jovial 'mong your Guests to Night.
MACBETH
So shall I, Love, and so I pray be you;
Let your remembrance still apply to Banquo,
Present him Eminence, both with Eye and Tongue:
Unsafe the while, that we must lave our Honours
In these so flattering streams,
And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts,
Disguising what they are.
LADY MACBETH
You must leave this.
MACBETH
O, full of Scorpions is my Mind, dear Wife!
Thou know'st, that Banquo and his Fleance lives.
LADY MACBETH
But in them, Nature's Copy's not eterne.
MACBETH
There's comfort yet, they are assailable,
Then be thou jocund: e'er the Bat hath flown
His Cloyster'd flight, e'er to black Hecat's Summons
The shard-born Beetle, with his drowsie hums,
Hath rung Night's yawning Peal, there shall be done
�A deed of dreadful note.
LADY MACBETH
What's to be done?
MACBETH
Be inocent of the Knowledge, dearest Chuck,
'Till thou applaud the deed: Come, sealing Night,
Skarf up the tender Eye of pitiful Day,
And with thy bloody and invisible Hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great Bond,
Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the Crow
Makes Wing to th'Rooky Wood:
Good things of Day begin to droop and drowze,
Whiles Night's black Agents to their Preys do rowze.
Thou marvell'st at my words; but hold thee still;
Things bad begun, make strong themselves by ill:
So prithee go with me.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II.
[SCENE A Park, the Castle at a Distance.]
[Enter three Murtherers.]
1 MURTHERER
But who did bid thee join with us?
3 MURTHERER
Macbeth.
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2 MURTHERER
He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
Our Offices, and what we have to do,
To the direction just.
1 MURTHERER
Then stand with us.
The West yet glimmers with some streaks of Day.
Now spurs the latest Traveller apace,
To gain the timely Inn, and near approaches
The subject of our Watch.
3 MURTHERER
Hark, I hear Horses.
[Banquo within.]
�Give us a Light there, ho.
2 MURTHERER
Then 'tis he:
The rest, that are within the note of expectation,
Already are i'th' Court.
1 MURTHERER
His Horses go about.
3 MURTHERER
Almost a Mile: but he does usually,
So all Men do, from hence to th' Palace Gate,
Make it their walk.
[Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a Torch.]
2 MURTHERER
A Light, a Light.
3 MURTHERER
'Tis he.
1 MURTHERER
Stand to't.
BANQUO
It will be rain to Night.
[They fall upon Banquo and kill him; in the scuffle Fleance
escapes.]
1 MURTHERER
Let it come down.
BANQUO
O, Treachery!
Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly,
Thou may'st revenge. O Slave!
[Dies.]
3 MURTHERER
Who did strike out the Light?
1 MURTHERER
Was't not the way?
3 MURTHERER
There's but one down; the Son is fled.
2 MURTHERER
�We have lost
Best half of our Affair.
1 MURTHERER
Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III.
[A Room of State.]
[A Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rosse, Lenox,
Lords, and Attendants.]
MACBETH
You know your own Degrees, sit down:
At first and last, the hearty welcome.
LORDS
Thanks to your Majesty.
MACBETH
Our self will mingle with Society,
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And play the humble Host:
Our Hostess keeps her State, but in the best time
We will require her welcome.
[They sit.]
LADY MACBETH
Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our Friends.
For my Heart speaks, they are welcome.
[Enter first Murtherer.]
MACBETH
See they encounter thee with their Hearts thanks,
Both sides are even: here I'll sit i'th' mid'st,
Be large in Mirth, anon we'll drink a Measure
The Table round. There's Blood upon thy Face.
[To the Murtherer.]
MURTHERER
'Tis Banquo's then.
MACBETH
'Tis better thee without, than he within.
Is he dispatch'd?
MURTHERER
�My Lord, his Throat is cut; that I did for him.
MACBETH
Thou art the best o'th' Cut-throats; yet he's good,
That did the like for Fleance; if thou did'st it,
Thou art the Non-pareil.
MURTHERER
Most Royal Sir,
Fleance is 'scap'd.
MACBETH
Then comes my Fit again:
I had else been perfect;
Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rock;
As broad, and general, as the casing Air:
But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in
To fawcy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? ——
MURTHERER
Ay, my good Lord: safe in a Ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his Head;
The least a Death to Nature.
MACBETH
Thanks for that;
There the grown Serpent lyes; the Worm that's fled
Hath Nature, that in time will Venom breed,
No Teeth for th' present. Get thee gone, to morrow
We'll hear our selves again.
[Exit Murtherers.]
LADY MACBETH
My Royal Lord,
You do not give the Cheer; the Feast is sold,
That is not often vouched, while 'tis making:
'Tis given with welcome; to feed, were best at home;
From thence, the Sawce to Meat is Ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.
[The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in Macbeth's place.]
MACBETH,
Sweet Remembrancer!
Now good Digestion wait on Appetite,
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And health on both.
�LENOX
May't please your Highness sit?
MACBETH
Here had we now our Country's Honour roof'd,
Were the grac'd Person of our Banquo present;
Who may I rather challenge for Unkindness,
Than pity for Mischance.
ROSSE
His absence, Sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Pleas't your Highness
To grace us with your Royal Company?
MACBETH
The Table's full.
[Starting.]
LENOX
Here is a place reserv'd, Sir.
MACBETH
Where?
LENOX
Here, my good Lord.
What is't that moves your Highness?
MACBETH
Which of you have done this?
LORDS
What, my good Lord?
MACBETH
Thou can'st not say, I did it: never shake
Thy goary Locks at me.
ROSSE
Gentlemen, rise; his Highness is not well.
LADY MACBETH
Sit, worthy Friends, my Lord is often thus,
And hath been from his Youth. Pray you keep seat,
The fit is momentary, upon a Thought
He will again be well. If much you note him,
You shall offend him, and extend his Passion.
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a Man?
[To Macbeth.]
�MACBETH
Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appall the Devil.
LADY MACBETH
O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear;
This is the Air-drawn-Dagger which you said,
Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts,
Impostors to true fear, would well become
A Woman's story at a Winter's Fire,
Authoriz'd by her Grandam: shame it self!
Why do you make such Faces? when all's done
You look but on a stool.
MACBETH
Prithee, see there:
Behold! look! so! how say you?
[Pointing to the Ghost.]
Why, what care I, if thou canst nod, speak too.
If Charnel-Houses, and our Graves must send
Those, that we bury, back; our Monuments
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Shall be the Maws of Kites.
[The Ghost vanishes.]
LADY MACBETH
What? quite unmann'd in Folly?
MACBETH
If I stand here, I saw him.
LADY MACBETH
Fie, for shame!
MACBETH
Blood hath been shed e'er now, i'th' old time,
E'er humane Statue purg'd the gentle Weal;
Ay, and since too, Murthers have been performe'd
Too terrible for the Ear: the times have been,
That when the Brains were out, the Man would die,
And there an end; But now they rise again
With twenty mortal Murthers on their Crowns,
And push us from our Stools; this is more strange
Than such a Murther is.
�LADY MACBETH
My worthy Lord,
Your Noble Friends do lack you.
MACBETH
I do forget. ————
Do not muse at me, my most worthy Friends,
I have a strange Infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, Love and Health to all,
Then I'll sit down: Give me some Wine, fill full ——
[As he is drinking, the Ghost rises again just before him.]
I drink to th' general joy of the whole Table,
And to our dear Friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Would he were here; to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.
LORDS
Our duties, and the pledge.
MACBETH
Avant, and quit my sight, let the Earth hide thee:
Thy Bones are marrowless, thy Blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those Eyes,
Which thou dost glare with.
LADY MACBETH
Think of this, good Peers.
But as a thing of Custom; 'tis no other,
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
MACBETH
What Man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian Bear,
The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan Tyger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm Nerves
Shall never tremble. O be alive again,
And dare me to the Desert with thy Sword;
If trembling I inhabit, then protest me
The Baby of a Girl. Hence horrible Shadow,
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Unreal Mock'ry, hence! Why so —— Be gone.
[The Ghost vanishes.]
I am a Man again: pray you sit still.
[The Lords rise.]
�LADY MACBETH
You have displac'd the Mirth, broke the good
Meeting,
With most admir'd disorder.
MACBETH
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a Summer's Cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,
When now I think you can behold such fights;
And keep the natural Ruby of your Cheeks,
When mine is blanch'd with fear.
ROSSE
What sights, my Lord?
LADY MACBETH
I pray you speak not; he grows worse and worse;
Question enrages him: at once Good-night.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
LENOX
Good-night, and better Health
Attend his Majesty.
LADY MACBETH
A kind Good-night to all.
[Exeunt Lords.]
MACBETH
It will have Blood they say; Blood will have Blood.
Stones have been known to move, and Trees to speak;
Augures, that understood Relations, have
By Maggot-Pyes, and by Choughs, and Rooks brought forth
The secret'st Man of blood. What is the Night?
LADY MACBETH
Almost at odds with Morning, which is which.
MACBETH
How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his Person,
At our great bidding?
LADY MACBETH
Did you send to him, Sir?
MACBETH
�I hear it by the way; but I will send.
There's not a one of them, but in his House
I keep a Servant Fee'd. I will to Morrow
(And betimes I will) to the wizard Sisters.
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst for mine own good;
All Causes shall give way, I am in Blood
Spent in so far, that should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er:
Strange things I have in Head, that will to Hand;
Which must be acted, e'er they may be scann'd.
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LADY MACBETH
You lack the Season of all Natures, Sleep.
MACBETH
Come, we'll to Sleep; My strange and self-abuse
Is the initiate Fear, that wants hard use:
We are yet but young indeed.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV.
[The Heath.]
[Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.]
1. WITCH
Why how now, Hecate, you look angerly?
HECATE
Have I not Reason, Beldams, as you are?
Sawcy, and over-bold, how did you dare
To trade and traffick with Macbeth,
In Riddles, and Affairs of Death?
And I the Mistress of your Charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or shew the glory of our Art?
And which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward Son,
Spightful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now; get you gone,
And at the Pit of Acheron
Meet me i'th' Morning: thither he
Will come, to know his Destiny;
Your Vessels, and your Spells provide,
Your Charms, and every thing beside;
�I am for th' Air; this Night I'll spend
Unto a dismal, and a fatal End;
Great Business must be wrought e'er Noon;
Upon the Corner of the Moon
There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound;
I'll catch it e'er it come to ground;
And that distill'd by Magick slights,
Shall raise such Artificial Sprights,
As by the strength of their Illusion,
Shall draw him on to his Confusion.
He shall spurn Fate, scorn Death, and bear
His hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace and Fear;
And you all know, Security
Is Mortal's chiefest Enemy.
[Music, and a Song.]
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Hark, I am call'd; my little Spirit fee,
Sits in the foggy Cloud, and stays for me.
[Sing within. Come away, come away.]
1 WITCH
Come, let's make haste, she'll soon be
Back again.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE V.
[Enter Lenox, and another Lord.]
LENOX
My former Speeches have but hit your Thoughts,
Which can interpret farther. Only I say
Things have been strangely born. The gracious Duncan
Was pitied of Macbeth —— marry he was dead:
And right valiant Banquo walk'd too late.
Whom you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,
For Fleance fled; Men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbaine
To kill their gracious Father? Damned Fact!
How it did grieve Macbeth? Did he not straight
In pious Rage, the two Delinquents tear,
That were the Slaves of Drink, and Thralls of Sleep?
Was that not nobly done? ay, and wisely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any Heart alive
To hear the Men deny't. So that I say,
He has born all things well; and I do think,
That had he Duncan's Sons under the Key,
�(As, and't please Heav'n he shall not,) they should find
What 'twere to kill a Father: So should Fleance.
But Peace; for from broad words, and cause he fail'd
His presence at the Tyrant's Feast, I hear,
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?
LORD
The Sons of Duncan,
From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth,
Live in the English Court; and are receiv'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the Malevolence of Fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff
Is gone, to pray the Holy King, upon his aid
To wake Northumherland, and warlike Seyward;
That by the help of these, with him above
To ratifie the Work, we may again
Give to our Tables Meat, Sleep to our Nights,
Free from our Feasts and Banquets bloody Knives,
Do faithful Homage, and receive free Honours,
All which we pine for now. And this report
Hath so exasperate their King, that he
Prepares for some attempt of War.
LENOX
Sent he to Macduff?
LORD
He did; and with an absolute, Sir, not I,
The cloudy Messenger turns me his Back.
And hums; as who should say, you'll rue the time,
That clogs me with this Answer.
LENOX
And that well might,
Advise him to a caution t'hold what distance
His Wisdom can provide. Some Holy Angel
Fly to the Court of England, and unfold
His Message e'er he come; that a swift Blessing
May soon return to this our suffering Country,
Under a Hand accurs'd!
LORD
I'll send my Prayers with him.
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV. SCENE I.
[A dark Cave; in the middle a great Cauldron burning.]
�[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.]
1 WITCH
Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd.
2 WITCH
Thrice, and once the Hedges Pig whin'd.
3 WITCH
Harpier crys, 'tis time, 'tis time.
1 WITCH
Round about the Cauldron go,
In the poison'd Entrails throw.
[They march round the Cauldron, and throw in the several Ingredients
as for the Preparation of their Charm.]
Toad, that under the cold Stone,
Days and Nights, has thirty one:
Swelter'd Venom sleeping got;
Boil thou first i'th' charmed Pot.
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ALL
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.
2 WITCH
Fillet of a Fenny Snake,
In the Cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frog,
Wool of Bat, and Tongue of Dog,
Adders Fork, and Blind-worms Sting,
Lizard Leg, and Howlet's Wing,
For a Charm of powerful Trouble,
Like a Hell-broth, boil and bubble.
ALL
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.
3 WITCH
Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolf,
Witches Mummy, Maw, and Gulf
Of the ravin'd salt Sea Shark;
Root of Hemlock, digg'd i'th' dark;
Liver of Blaspheming Jew:
�Gall of Goat, and Slips of Yew,
Sliver'd in the Moon's Eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's Lips;
Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,
Ditch deliver'd by a Drab;
Make the Gruel thick, and slab.
Add thereto a Tyger's Chawdron,
For th' Ingredients of our Cauldron.
ALL
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.
2 WITCH
Cool it with a Baboon's Blood,
Then the Charm is firm and good.
[Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.]
HECATE
Oh! well done! I commend your pains,
And every one shall share i'th' gains.
And now about the Cauldron sing,
Like Elves and Fairies in a Ring,
Inchanting all that you put in.
[Musick and a Song.]
Black Spirits and White,
Blue Spirits and Gray,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.
2 WITCH
By the pricking of my Thumbs,
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Something wicked this way comes:
Open Locks, whoever knocks.
[Enter Macbeth.]
MACBETH
How now, you secret, black, and midnight Hags?
What is't you do?
All
A deed without a Name.
�MACBETH
I conjure you, by that which you prosess,
How e'er you come to know it, answer me.
Though you untie the Winds, and let them fight
Against the Churches; though the yesty Waves
Confound and swallow Navigation up;
Though bladed Corn be lodg'd, and Trees blown down;
Though Castles topple on their Warders Heads;
Though Palaces, and Pyramids do slope
Their Heads to their Foundations; though the Treasure
Of Natures Germain, tumble altogether,
Even 'till destruction sicken, answer me
To what I ask you.
1 WITCH
Speak.
2 WITCH
Demand.
3 WITCH
We'll answer.
1 WITCH
Say, if th' hadst rather hear it from our Mouths,
Or from our Masters.
MACBETH
Call 'em: let me see 'em.
1 WITCH
Pour in Sowes Blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow; Greace that's sweaten
From the Murtherers Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame.
ALL
Come high or low:
Thy self and Office deftly show.
[Thunder.]
[Aparition of an armed Head rises.]
MACBETH
Tell me, thou unknown Power————
1 WITCH
He knows thy thought,
Hear his Speech, but say thou nought.
�APPARITION
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff!
Beware the Thane of Fife —— dismiss me —— Enough.
[Descends.]
MACBETH
What-e'er thou art, for thy good Caution, Thanks.
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright. But one word more ——
1 WITCH
He will not be commanded; here's another
More potent than the first.
[Thunder.]
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[Apparition of a bloody Child rises.]
APPARITION
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
MACBETH
Had I three Ears, I'd hear thee.
APPARITION
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of Man; for none of Woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
[Descends.]
MACBETH
Then live Macduff: What need I fear of thee?
But yet I'll make assurance, double sure,
And take a Bond of Fate; thou shalt not live,
That I may tell pale-hearted Fear, it lyes;
And sleep in spight of Thunder.
[Thunder.]
[Apparition of a Child crowned, with a Tree in his Hand, rises.]
What is this,
That rises like the Issue of a King,
And wears upon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of Soveraignty?
ALL
Listen, but speak not to't.
APPARITION
Be Lion metled, proud and take no care,
�Who chases, who frets, or where Conspirers are:
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birman Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him.
[Descends.]
MACBETH
That will never be:
Who can impress the Forest, bid the Tree
Unfix his Earth-bound Root? Sweet Boadments! good!
Rebellious dead, rise never 'till the Wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth
Shall live the Lease of Nature, pay his breath
To Time and mortal Custom. Yet my Heart
Throbs to know one thing; tell me, if your Art
Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's Issue ever
Reign in this Kingdom?
ALL
Seek to know no more.
[The Cauldron sinks into the Ground.]
MACBETH
I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
And an eternal Curse fall on you: Let me know,
Why sinks that Cauldron? and what noise is this.
[Hoboys.]
1 WITCH
Shew!
2 WITCH
Shew!
3 WITCH
Shew!
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ALL
Shew his Eyes, and grieve his Heart.
Come like Shadows, so depart.
[Eight Kings appear and pass over in order, and Banquo last; with a
Glass in his Hand.]
MACBETH
Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo; Down!
Thy Crown do's fear mine Eye-Balls. And thy Hair,
�Thou other Gold-bound brow, is like the first——
A third, is like the former —— filthy Hags!
Why do you shew me this? —— A fourth? —— Start Eye!
What, will the Line stretch out to th' crack of Doom? ——
Another yet? —— A seventh! I'll see on more——
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a Glass,
Which shews me many more; and some I see,
That twofold Balls, and treble Scepters carry.
Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;
For the Blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his. What, is this so?
1 WITCH
Ay, Sir, all this is so. But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, Sisters, cheer we up his Sprights,
And shew the best of our Delights;
I'll charm the Air to give a sound,
While you perform your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Our Duties did his welcome pay.
[Musick.]
[The Witches dance, and vanish.]
MACBETH
Where are they? Gone? —— Let this pernicious hour
Stand ay accursed in the Kalender.
Come in, without there.
[Enter Lenox.]
LENOX
What's your Grace's Will?
MACBETH
Saw you the Wizard Sisters?
LENOX
No, my Lord.
MACBETH
Came they not by you?
LENOX
No indeed, my Lord.
MACBETH
Infected be the Air whereon they ride,
And damn'd all those that trust them, I did hear
�The galloping of Horse. Who was't came by?
LENOX
'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word,
Macduff is fled to England.
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MACBETH
Fled to England?
LENOX
Ay, my good Lord.
MACBETH
Time, thou anticipat'st my dread Exploits:
The flighty purpose never is o'er-took
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment,
The very firstlings of my Heart shall be
The firstling of my Hand. And even now
To Crown my Thoughts with Acts, be it thought and done,
The Castle of Macduff I will surprize,
Seize upon Fife; give to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all unfortunate Souls
That trace him in his Line. No boasting like a Fool,
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool,
But no more sights. Where are these Gentlemen?
Come, bring me where they are.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III.
[Macduff's Castle.]
[Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse.]
LADY MACDUFF
What had he done, to make him fly the Land?
ROSSE
You must have patience, Madam.
LADY MACDUFF
He had none;
His flight was madness; when our Actions do not,
Our Fears do make us Traitors.
ROSSE
You know not,
Whether it was his Wisdom, or his Fear.
�LADY MACDUFF
Wisdom? to leave his Wife, to leave his Babes,
His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not,
He wants the natural Touch; for the poor Wren,
The most diminutive of Birds, will fight,
Her young Ones in her Nest, against the Owl.
All is the Fear, and nothing is the Love;
As little is the Wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.
ROSSE
My dearest Coz,
I pray you School your self; but for your Husband,
He is Noble, Wise, Judicious, and best knows
The fits o' th' Season. I dare not speak much further,
But cruel are the times, when we are Traitors,
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And do not know our selves: When we hold Rumour
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
But float upon a wild and violent Sea
Each way, and move. I take my leave of you;
Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
To what they were before, my pretty Cousin,
Blessing upon you.
LADY MACDUFF
Father'd he is, and yet he's Fatherless.
ROSSE
I am so much a Fool, should I stay longer,
It would be my Disgrace, and your Discomfort.
I take my leave at once.
[Exit Rosse.]
LADY MACDUFF
Sirrah, your Father's dead,
And what will you do now? How will you live?
SON
As Birds do, Mother.
LADY MACDUFF
What, with Worms and Flies?
SON
�With what I get, and so do they.
LADY MACDUFF
Poor Bird?
Thoud'st never fear the Net, nor Line,
The Pit-fall, nor the Gin.
SON
Why should I, Mother?
Poor Birds they are not set for.
My Father is not dead for all your saying.
LADY MACDUFF
Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a Father?
SON
Nay, how will you do for a Husband?
LADY MACDUFF
Why, I can buy me twenty at any Market.
SON
Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
LADY MACDUFF
Thou speak'st with all thy wit,
And yet i'faith with wit enough for thee.
SON
Was my Father a Traitor, Mother?
LADY MACDUFF
Ay, that he was.
SON
What is a Traitor?
LADY MACDUFF
Why, one that swears and lies.
SON
And be all Traitors that do so?
LADY MACDUFF
Every one that does so, is a Traitor,
And must be hang'd.
SON
And must they all be hang'd that swear and lie?
�LADY MACDUFF
Every one.
SON
Who must hang them?
LADY MACDUFF
Why, honest Men.
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SON
Then the Liars and Swearers are Fools; for there are
Liars and Swearers enow, to beat the honest Men, and hang
up them.
LADY MACDUFF
God help thee, poor Monkey:
But how wilt thou do for a Father?
SON
If he were dead, you'd weep for him: If you would
not, it were a good Sign, that I should quickly have a new
Father.
LADY MACDUFF
Poor Pratler, how thou talk'st?
[Enter a Messenger.]
MESSENGER
Bless you, fair Dame, I am not to you known,
Though in your State of Honour I am perfect;
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly.
If you will take a homely Man's advice,
Be not found here; hence with your little Ones
To fright you thus, methinks I am too savage;
To do worse to you, were fell Cruelty,
Which is too nigh your Person. Heav'n preserve you,
I dare abide no longer.
[Exit Messenger.]
LADY MACDUFF
Whither should I fly?
I have done no harm. But I remember now
�I am in this earthly World; where to do harm
Is often laudable, to do good sometime
Accounted dangerous Folly. Why then, alas!
Do I put up that Womanly Defence,
To say I had done no harm? —— What are these Faces?
[Enter Murtherers.]
MURTHERER
Where is your husband?
LADY MACDUFF
I hope in no place so unsanctified,
Were such as thou may'st find him.
MURTHERER
He's a Traitor.
SON
Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd Villain.
MURTHERER
What, you Egg?
[Stabbing him.]
Young fry of Treachery?
SON
He has kill'd me, Mother.
Run away, I pray you.
[Exit, crying Murther.]
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SCENE III.
[The King of England's Palace.]
[Enter Malcolm and Macduff.]
MALCOLM
Let us seek out some desolate Shade, and there
Weep our sad Bosoms empty.
MACDUFF
Let us rather
Hold fast the mortal
Bestride our downfal
New Widows howl, new
Strike Heaven on the
Sword; and like good Men,
Birthdom: Each new Morn,
Orphans cry; new Sorrows
Face, that it resounds
�As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
Like Syllables of Dolour.
MALCOLM
What I believe, I'll wail;
What know, believe; and what I can redress,
As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance;
This Tyrant, whose sole Name blisters our Tongues,
Was once thought honest: You have lov'd him well,
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but something
You may discern of him through me, and wisdom
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent Lamb,
T'appease an angry God.
MACDUFF
I am not treacherous.
MALCOLM
But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous Nature may recoil
In an imperial Charge. But I shall crave your Pardon:
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though all things foul would bear the brows of Grace,
Yet Grace must look still so.
MACDUFF
I have lost my hopes.
MALCOLM
Perchance, even there, where I did find my doubts.
Why in that rawness left you Wife and Children?
Those precious Motives, those strong knots of Love,
Without leave taking. I pray you,
Let not my Jealousies, be your Dishonours,
But mine own Safeties. You may be rightly just,
Whatever I shall think.
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MACDUFF
Bleed, bleed, poor Country,
Great Tyranny, lay thou thy Basis sure,
For Goodness dares not check thee: wear thou thy wrongs
The Title is afraid. Fare thee well, Lord;
I would not be the Villain that thou think'st
�For the whole space that's in the Tyrant's Grasp,
And the rich East to boot.
MALCOLM
Be not offended;
I speak not as in absolute fear of you:
1 think our Country sinks beneath the Yoak;
It weeps, it bleeds, and each new Day a Gath
Is added to her Wounds. I think withal,
There would be hands up-lifted in my right:
And here from gracious England have I offer
Of goodly thousands. But for all this,
When I shall tread upon the Tyrant's Head,
Or wear it on my Sword, yet my poor Country
Shall have more Vices than it had before;
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.
MACDUFF
What should he be?
MALCOLM
It is my self I mean, in whom I know
All the particulars of Vice so grafted,
That when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth
Will seem as pure as Snow; and the poor State
Esteem him as a Lamb, being compar'd
With my confineless harms.
MACDUFF
Not in the Legions
Of horrid Hell can come a Devil more damn'd,
In Evils, to top Macbeth.
MALCOLM
I grant him Bloody,
Luxurious, Avaricious, False, Deceitful,
Sudden, Malicious, smoaking of every Sin
That has a Name. But there's no bottom, none
In my Voluptuousness: Your Wives, your Daughters,
Your Matrons, and your Maids, could not fill up
The Cistern of my Lust; and my Desire
All continent Impediments would o'er-bear,
That did oppose my Will. Better Macbeth,
Than such an one to reign.
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MACDUFF
�Boundless Intemperance
In Nature is a Tyranny; It hath been
Th' untimely emptying of the bappy Throne,
And fall of many Kings. But fear not yet
To take upon you what is yours; You may
Convey your Pleasures in a spacious Plenty,
And yet seem cold. The time you may so Hoodwink,
We have willing Dames enough; there cannot be
That Vulture in you, to devour so many
As will to Greatness dedicate themselves,
Finding it so inclin'd.
MALCOLM
With this, there grows
In my most ill-compos'd Affection, such
A stanchless Avarice, that were I King,
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands;
Define his Jewels, and this other's House,
And my more-having would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more; that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the Good and Loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.
MACDUFF
This Avarice
Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious Root
Than Summer-seeming Lust; and it hath been
The Sword of our slain Kings: Yet do not fear,
Scotland hath Foysons to fill up your Will
Of your mere Own. All these are portable,
With other Graces weigh'd.
MALCOLM
But I have none, the King-becoming Graces,
As Justice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stablenes,
Bounty, Perseverance, Mercy, Lowliness,
Devotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude;
I have no relish of them, but abound
In the Division of each several Crime,
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
Pour the sweet Milk of Concord into Hell,
Uproar the universal Peace, confound
All unity on Earth.
MACDUFF
O Scotland! Scotland!
MALCOLM
If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
�I am as I have spoken.
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MACDUFF
Fit govern? No not to live. O Nation miserable!
With an untitled Tyrant, bloody Sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholsome Days again?
Since that the truest Issue of thy Throne
By his own Interdiction stands accurst.
And do's blaspheme his Breed? thy Royal Father
Was a most fainted King; the Queen that bore thee,
Oftner upon her Knees, than on her Feet,
Dy'd every Day she liv'd. Fare thee well.
These Evils thou repeat'st upon thy self,
Have banish'd me from Scotland, O my Breast,
Thy hope ends here.
MALCOLM
Macduff, this noble Passion,
Child of Integrity, hath from my Soul
Wip'd the black Scruples, reconcil'd my Thoughts
To thy good truth, and honour. Devillish Macbeth
By many of these trains, hath fought to win me
Into his Power; and modest Wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste; but God above
Deal between thee and me; for even now
I put my self to thy direction, and
Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
The taints, and blames I laid upon my self,
For strangers to my Nature. I am yet
Unknown to Women, never was forsworn,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
At no time broke my Faith, would not betray
The Devil to his Fellow, and delight
No less in Truth than Life. My first false speaking
Was this upon my self; what I am truly
Is thine, and my poor Country's to command:
Whither indeed, before thy here approach,
Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike Men.
All ready at a point, was setting forth.
Now we'll together, and the chance of goodness
Be like our warranted Quarrel. Why are you silent?
MACDUFF
Such welcome, and unwelcome things, at once,
'Tis hard to reconcile.
�[Enter a Doctor]
MALCOLM
Well, more anon. Comes the King forth, I pray
you?
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DOCTOR
Ay Sir; there are a Crew of wretched Souls
That stay his Cure; their Malady convinces
The great Assay of Art. But at his touch,
Such sanctity hath Heav'n given his Hand,
They presently amend.
[Exit.]
MALCOLM
I thank you, Doctor.
MACDUFF
What's the Disease he means?
MALCOLM
'Tis call'd the Evil,
A most miraculous work in this good King,
Which often since my here remain in England,
I have seen him do. How he solicits Heav'n,
Himself best knows; but strangely visited People,
All swoln and Ulcerous, pitiful to the Eye,
The mere despair of Surgery, he cures,
Hanging a Golden Stamp about their Necks,
Put on with holy Prayers, and 'tis spoken
To the succeeding Royalty he leaves
The healing Benediction; with this strange Virtue,
He hath a Heavenly Gift of Prophecy,
And sundry Blessings hang about his Throne,
That speak him full of Grace.
[Enter Rosse.]
MACDUFF
See, who comes here.
MALCOLM
My Country-man; but yet I know him not.
MACDUFF
My ever gentle Cousin, welcome hither.
�MALCOLM
I know him now. Good God-betimes remove
The means, the means that makes us Strangers.
ROSSE
Sir. Amen,
MACDUFF
Stands Scotland where it did?
ROSSE
Alas poor Country,
Almost afraid to know it self. It cannot
Be call'd our Mother, but our Grave; where nothing,
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile:
Where Sighs and Groans, and Shrieks that rend the Air
Are made, not mark'd; where violent Sorrow seems
A modern ecstasie: the Dead-man's Knell,
Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good Mens lives
Expire before the Flowers in their Caps,
Dying, or e'er they sicken.
MACDUFF
Oh Relation! too nice, and yet too true.
MALCOLM
What's the newest Grief?
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ROSSE
That of an hours Age doth hiss the Speaker,
Each minute seems a new one.
MACDUFF
How does my Wife?
ROSSE
Why, well.
MACDUFF
And all my Children?
ROSSE
Well too.
MACDUFF
�The Tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
ROSSE
No, they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.
MACDUFF
Be not a niggard of your Speech: how goes it?
ROSSE
When I came hither to transport the Tidings
Which I have heavily born, there ran a Rumour
Of many worthy Fellows, that were out,
Which was to my belief witnest the rather,
For that I saw the Tyrant's Power a-foot;
Now is the time of help; your Eye in Scotland
Would create Soldiers, make our Women fight,
To doff their dire distresses.
MALCOLM
Be't their comfort
We are coming thither: Gracious England hath
Lent us good Seyward, and ten thousand Men,
An older, and a better Soldier, none
That Christendom gives out.
ROSSE
Would I could answer
This comfort with the like. But I have words
That would be howl'd out in the desart air,
Where hearing should not catch them.
MACDUFF
What? concern they
The general Cause? or is it a Fee-grief
Due to some single Breast?
ROSSE
No Mind that's honest
But in it shares some woe, though the main part
Pertains to you alone.
MACDUFF
If it be mine
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
ROSSE
Let not your Ears despise my Tongue for ever.
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
That ever yet they heard.
�MACDUFF
Hum! I guess at it.
ROSSE
Your Castle is surpriz'd, your Wife and Babes
Savagely slaughter'd; to relate the manner.
Were, on the Quarry of these murther'd Deer,
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To add the Death of you.
MALCOLM
Merciful Heav'n!
What Man, ne'er pull your Hat upon your brows;
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er-fraught Heart, and bids it break.
MACDUFF
My Children too!
ROSSE
Wife, Children, Servants, all that could be found.
MACDUFF
And I must be from thence! my Wife kill'd too!
ROSSE
I have said.
MALCOLM
Be comforted.
Let's make us Med'cines of our great Revenge,
To cure this deadly grief.
MACDUFF
He has no Children. All my pretty ones?
Did you say All? O Hell Kite! All?
What, All my pretty Chickens, and their Dam,
At one fell swoop?
MALCOLM
Dispute it like a Man.
MACDUFF
I shall do so; but I must also feel it as a Man.
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me: Did Heav'n look on
�And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
They were all struck for thee: Naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine
Fell slaughter on their Souls: Heav'n rest them now.
MALCOLM
Be this the Whetstone of your Sword, let grief
Convert to anger: blunt not the Heart, enrage it.
MACDUFF
O I could play the Woman with mine Eyes,
And Braggart with my Tongue. But gentle Heav'ns,
Cut short all intermission: Front to Front,
Bring thou this Fiend of Scotland, and my self.
Within my Sword's length set him, if he 'scape,
Heav'n forgive him too.
MALCOLM
This tune goes manly:
Come, go we to the King, our Power is ready,
Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking, and the Powers above
Put on their Instruments: Receive what cheer you may,
The Night is long that never finds the Day.
[Exeunt]
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ACT V. SCENE I.
[An Anti-chamber in Macbeth's Castle.]
[Enter a Doctor of Physick, and a Gentlewoman.]
DOCTOR
I have two Nights watch'd with you, but can perceive
no truth in your report. When was it she last walk'd?
GENTLEWOMAN
Since his Majesty went into the Field, I have seen
her rise from her Bed, throw her Night-Gown upon her,
unlock her Closet, take forth Paper, fold it, write upon't,
read it, afterwards Seal it, and again return to Bed; yet all
this while in a most fast sleep.
DOCTOR
A great perturbation in Nature! to receive at
once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
In this slumbry Agitation, besides her walking, and other
actual performances, what (at any time) have you heard
�her say?
GENTLEWOMAN
That Sir, which I will not report after her.
DOCTOR
You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should.
GENTLEWOMAN
Neither to you, nor any one, having no witness to
confirm my Speech.
[Enter Lady Macbeth with a Taper.]
Lo you! here she comes: This is her very guise, and upon my Life fast asleep; observe her, stand close.
DOCTOR
How came she by that light?
GENTLEWOMAN
Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually,
'tis her command.
DOCTOR
You see her Eyes are open.
GENTLEWOMAN
Ay, but their sense is shut.
DOCTOR
What is it she do's now?
Look how she rubs her hands.
GENTLEWOMAN
It is an accustom'd action with her, to seem thus
washing her hands: I have known her continue in this a
quarter of an hour.
LADY MACBETH
Yet here's a spot.
DOCTOR
Hark, she speaks, I will set down what comes from
her, to satisfie my remembrance the more strongly.
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LADY MACBETH
Out damned spot; out I say - One; Two;
why then 'tis time to do't — Hell is murky. Fie, my
�Lord, Fie, a Soldier, and afraid? what need we fear who
knows it, when none can call our Power to account — yet
who would have thought the old Man to have had so much
Blood in him?
DOCTOR
Do you mark that?
LADY MACBETH
The Thane of Fife had a Wife; where is she now?
What, will these Hands ne'er be clean? — No more o' that,
my Lord, no more o' that: you marr all with starting.
DOCTOR
Go to, go to;
You have known what you should not.
GENTLEWOMAN
She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that:
Heav'n knows what she has known.
LADY MACBETH
Here's the smell of Blood still: all the perfumes of
Arabia will not sweeten this little Hand.
Oh! oh! oh!
DOCTOR
What a sigh is there? The Heart is sorely charg'd.
GENTLEWOMAN
I would not have such a Heart in my Bosome, for
Dignity of the whole Body.
DOCTOR
Well, well, well GENTLEWOMAN
Pray God it be, Sir.
DOCTOR
This Disease is beyond my Practice: yet I have
known those which have walkt in their sleep, who have died
holily in their Beds.
LADY MACBETH
Wash your Hands, put on your Night-Gown, look
not so Pale - I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he
cannot come out on's Grave.
�DOCTOR
Even so?
LADY MACBETH
To Bed, to Bed; there's knocking at the Gate:
Come, come, come, come, give me your Hand: what's
done, cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
[Exit Lady Macbeth.]
DOCTOR
Will she go now to Bed?
GENTLEWOMAN
Directly.
DOCTOR
Foul whisperings are abroad; unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural Troubles. Infected Minds
To their deaf Pillows will discharge their secrets,
More needs she the Divine than the Physician:
God, God forgive us all. Look after her,
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
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And still keep Eyes upon her; so good Night.
My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my fight.
I think, but dare not speak.
GENTLEWOMAN
Good Night, good Doctor.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II.
[A Field with a Wood at Distance.]
[Enter Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.]
MENTETH
The English Power is near, led on by Malcolm,
His Uncle Seyward, and the good Macduff.
Revenges burn in them: For their dear causes
Excite the mortified Man.
ANGUS
Near Birnam Wood
Shall we meet them, that way are they coming.
CATHNESS
�Who knows if Donalbaine be with his Brother?
LENOX
For certain. Sir, he is not: I have a File
Of all the Gentry; there is Seyward's Son,
And many unruff Youths, that even now
Protest their first of Manhood.
MENTETH
What does the Tyrant?
CATHNESS
Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies;
Some say he's mad: Others, that lesser hate him,
Do call it valiant Fury, but, for certain,
He cannot buckle his distemper'd Cause
Within the belt of Rule.
ANGUS
Now do's he feel
His secret Murthers sticking on his hands,
Now minutely Revolts upbraid his faith-breach:
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love: Now does he feel his Title
Hang loose about him, like a Giant's Robe
Upon a Drawfish Thief.
MENTETH
Who then shall blame
His pester'd Senses to recoyl, and start,
When all that is within him do's condemn
It self for being there.
CATHNESS
Well, march we on,
To give Obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the Med'cine of the sickly Weal;
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And with him pour we, in our Country's purge,
Each drop of us.
LENOX
Or so much as it needs,
To dew the Sovereign Flower, and drown the Weeds.
Make we our March towards Birnam.
[Exeunt.]
�SCENE III.
[The Castle.]
[Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.]
MACBETH
Bring me no more Reports, let them fly all:
'Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear. What's the Boy, Malcolme?
Was he not born of Woman? The Spirits that know
All mortal Consequences, have pronounc'd me thus:
Fear not, Macbeth, no Man that's born of Woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee. Then fly false Thanes,
And mingle with the English Epicures,
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sag with doubt, nor shake with fear.
[Enter a Servant.]
The Divel damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd Lown:
Where got'st thou that Goose-Look?
SERVANT
There are ten thousand MACBETH
Geese, Villain?
SERVANT
Soldiers, Sir.
MACBETH
Go, prick thy Face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou Lilly-liver'd Boy. What Soldiers, Patch?
Death of thy Soul, those Linnen Cheeks of thine
Are Counsellours to fear. What Soldiers, Whay-face?
SERVANT
The English Force, to please you.
MACBETH
Take thy Face hence - Seyton! - I'm sick at heart,
When I behold - Seyton, I say! — this push
Will cheer me ever, or disease me now.
I have liv'd long enough: My way of Life
Is fall'n into the Sear, the yellow Leaf,
And that which should accompany old Age,
As Honour, Love, Obedience, Troops of Friends.
I must not look to have: But in their stead,
�Curses, not loud but deep, Mouth-honour breath,
Which the poor Heart would fain deny, and dare not.
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[Enter Seyton.]
SEYTON
What's your Gracious pleasure?
MACBETH
What News more?
SEYTON
All is confirm'd, my Lord, which was reported.
MACBETH
I'll fight, 'till from my Bones my Flesh is hackt.
Give me my Armour.
SEYTON
'Tis not needed yet.
MACBETH
I'll put it on:
Send out more Horses, skir the Country round,
Hang those that stand in fear. Give me mine Armour.
How do's your patient, Doctor?
DOCTOR
Not so sick, my Lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming Fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
MACBETH
Cure her from that:
Canst thou not minister to a Mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the Memory a rooted Sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the Brain,
And with some sweet oblivious Anntidote,
Cleanse the stuft Bosome of that perillous stuff,
Which weighs upon the Heart?
DOCTOR
Therein the Patient
Must minister unto himself.
MACBETH
Throw Physick to the Dogs, I'll none of it.
�Come, put my Armour on, give me my Staff.
Seyton, send out — Doctor, the Thanes fly from me —
Come, Sir, dispatch - If thou could'st. Doctor, cast
The water of my Land, find her Disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Echo,
That should applaud again. Pull't off, I say —
What Rubard, Senna, or what Purgative Drug,
Would scour these English hence: Hear'st thou of them?
DOCTOR
Ay, my good Lord; Your Royal preparation
Makes us hear something.
MACBETH
Bring it after me;
I will not be afraid of Death and Bane,
'Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane.
DOCTOR
Were I from Dunsinane away, and clear,
Prosit again should hardly draw me here.
[Exeunt.]
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SCENE IV.
[A Wood.]
[Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduff, Seyward's Son, Menteth,
Cathness, Angus, and Soldiers marching.]
MALCOLM
Cousin, I hope the days are near at hand,
That Chambers will be safe.
MENTETH
We doubt it nothing.
SEYWARD
What Wood is this before us?
MENTETH
The Wood of Birnam.
MALCOLM
Let every Soldier hew him down a Bough,
And bear't before him, thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our Host, and make discov'ry
�Err in report of us.
SOLDIER
It shall be done.
SEYWARD
We learn no other, but the confident Tyrant,
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before't.
MALCOLM
'Tis his main hope:
For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less have given him the Revolt,
And none serve with him, but constrained things,
Whose Hearts are absent too.
MACDUFF
Set our best Censures
Before the true event, and put we on
Industrious Soldiership.
SEYWARD
The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe:
Thoughts speculative, their unsure hopes relate,
But certain issue, strokes must arbitrate,
Towards which, advance the War.
[Exeunt marching.]
SCENE V.
[The Castle.]
[Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers with Drums and Colours.]
MACBETH
Hang out our Banners on the outward Walls,
The Cry is still, they come: Our Castle's strength
Will laugh a Siege to scorn. Here let them lye,
Till Famine and the Ague eat them up:
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Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
We might have met them dareful, Beard to Beard,
And beat them backward home. What is that noise?
[A cry within of Women.]
�SEYTON
It is the cry of Women, my good Lord.
MACBETH
I have almost forgot the taste of Fears:
The Time has been, my Senses would have cool'd
To hear a Night-shriek, and my Fell of Hair
Would at a dismal Treatise rouze, and stir
As Life were in't. I have supt full with horrors,
Direness familiar to my slaughterous Thoughts
Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry?
SEYTON
The Queen (my Lord) is dead.
MACBETH
She should have dy'd hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word,
To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last Syllable of Recorded time:
And all our yesterdays have lighted Fools
The way to study death. Out, out, brief Candle,
Life's but a walking Shadow, a poor Player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the Stage.
And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
Told by an Idoet, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
[Enter a Messenger.]
Thou com'st to use thy Tongue: Thy story quickly.
MESSENGER
My Gracious Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do't.
MACBETH
Well, say. Sir.
MESSENGER
As I did stand my Watch upon the Hill,
I look'd toward Birnam, and anon methought
The Wood began to move.
MACBETH
Liar, and Slave.
�[Striking him.]
MESSENGER
Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
Within this three mile you may see it coming.
I say, a moving Grove.
MACBETH
If thou speak'st false,
Upon the next Tree shalt thou hang alive
'Till Famine cling thee: If thy Speech be sooth,
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I care not if thou do'st for me as much.
I pull in Resolution, and begin
To doubt the Equivocation of the Fiend,
That lies like truth. Fear not, 'till Birnam Wood
Do come to Dunsinane and now a Wood
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out;
If this which he avouches do's appear,
There is no flying hence, nor tarrying here;
I 'gin to be a weary of the Sun,
And with th' estate o'th' World were now undone.
Ring the alarum Bell, blow Wind, come wrack,
At least we'll die with harness on our back.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VI.
[Before Macbeth's Castle.]
[[Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduff, and their Army,
with Boughs.]
MALCOLM
Now near enough: your Leavy Screens throw down,
And shew like those you are: You (worthy Uncle)
Shall with my Cousin, your right Noble Son,
Lead our first Battel. Worthy Macduff, and we
Shall take upon's what else remains to do
According to our order.
SEYWARD
Fare you well:
Do we but find the Tyrant's Power to Night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
MACDUFF
Make all our Trumpets speak, give them all breath,
�Those clamorous Harbingers of Blood and Death.
[Exeunt.]
[Alarums continued.]
[Enter Macbeth.]
MACBETH
They have ty'd me to a stake, I cannot fly,
But Bear-like I must fight the course. What's he
That was not born of Woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.
[Enter Young Seyward.]
YOUNG SEYWARD
What is thy Name?
MACBETH
Thoul't be afraid to hear it.
YOUNG SEYWARD
No: though thou call'st thy self a hotter Name
Than any is in Hell.
MACBETH
My Name's Macbeth.
[VOL. V.]
[U]
[2362]
YOUNG SEYWARD
The Devil himself could not pronounce a Title
More hateful to mine Ear.
MACBETH
No, nor more fearful.
YOUNG SEYWARD
Thou liest, thou abhorred Tyrant, with my
Sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[Fight, and Young Seyward's slain.]
MACBETH
Thou wast born of Woman;
But Swords I smile at, Weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by Man that's of a Woman born.
[Exit. Alarums.]
�[Enter Macduff.]
MACDUFF
That way the noise is: Tyrant, shew thy Face,
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,
My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still:
I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose arms
Are hir'd to bear their Staves; either thou, Macbeth
Or else my Sword with an unbatter'd edge
I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune,
And more I beg not.
[Exit. Alarums.]
[Enter Malcolme and Seyward.]
SEYWARD
This was, my Lord, the Castle's gently rendered:
The Tyrant's People on both sides do fight.
The noble Thanes do bravely in the War,
The day almost it self professes yours,
And little is to do.
MALCOLM
We have met with Foes
That strike beside us.
SEYWARD
Enter, Sir, the Castle.
[Exeunt. Alarum.]
[Enter Macbeth]
MACBETH
Why should 1 play the Roman Fool, and die
On mine own Sword? whilst I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
[Enter Macduff.]
MACDUFF
Turn Hell-bound, turn.
MACBETH
Of all Men else I have avoided thee:
But get thee back, my Soul is too much charg'd
With Blood of thine already.
MACDUFF
�I have no words,
My Voice is in my Sword, thou bloodier Villain
Than terms can give thee out.
[Fight. Alarum.]
[2363]
MACBETH
Thou losest labour,
As easie may'st thou the intrenchart Air
With thy keen Sword impress, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable Crests,
I bear a charmed Life, which must not yield
To one of Woman born.
MACDUFF
Despair thy Charm,
And let the Angel whom thou still hast serv'd
Tell thee, Macduff was from his Mother's Womb
Untimely rip'd.
MACBETH
Accursed be that tongue that tells me so:
For it hath Cow'd my better part of Man:
And be these Jugling Fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our Ear,
And break it to our Hope. I'll not fight with thee.
MACDUFF
Then yield thee, Coward,
And live to be the show, and gaze o'th'time,
We'll have thee, as our Rarer-Monsters are
Painted upon a Pole, and under-writ,
Here may you see she Tyrant.
MACBETH
I will not yield
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's Feet,
And to be baited with the Rabbles Curse.
Though Burnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou oppos'd, being of no Woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my Body,
I throw my Warlike Shield: Lay on Macduff,
And damn'd be him, that first cries hold, enough:
[Exeunt fighting. Alarums.]
[Enter fighting, and Macbeth is slain.
[Retreat and Flourish. Enter with Drum and Colours,
�Malcolme, Seyward, Rosse, Thanes, and Soldiers.]
MALCOLM
I would the Friends we miss, were safe arriv'd.
SEYWARD
Some must go off: and yet by these I see.
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
MALCOLM
Macduff is missing, and your noble Son.
ROSSE
Your Son, my Lord, has paid a Soldier's Debt,
He only liv'd but 'till he was a Man,
The which no sooner had his Prowess confirm'd,
In the unshrinking station where he fought.
[U2]
[2364]
But like a Man he dy'd.
SEYWARD
Then he is dead?
ROSSE
Ay, and brought off the Field: your cause of sorrow
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
SEYWARD
Had he his hurts before?
ROSSE
Ay, on the Front.
SEYWARD
Why then, God's Soldier be he:
Had I as many Sons as I have Hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so his Knell is knoll'd.
MALCOLM
He's worth more sorrow,
And that I'll spend for him.
SEYWARD
�He's worth no more,
They say he parted well, and paid his score.
And so God be with him. Here comes newer comfort.
[Enter Macduff with Macbeth's Head.]
MACDUFF
Hail, King! for so thou art. Behold, where stands
Th' Usurper's Cursed Head; the time is free:
I see thee compast with thy Kingdom's Peers,
That speak my salutation in their Minds:
Whose Voices I desire aloud with mine.
Hail King of Scotland.
ALL
Hail, King of Scotland.
[Flourish.]
MALCOLM
We shall not send a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your several loves,
And make us even with you. My Thanes and Kinsmen
Henceforth be Earls, the first that ever Scotland,
In such an Honour 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 watchful Tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel Ministers
Of this dead Butcher, and his Fiend-like Queen;
Who (as 'tis thought) by self and violent hands,
Took off her Life; This, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the Grace of Grace.
We will perform in Measure, Time and Place:
So Thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite, to see us Crown'd at Scone.
[Flourish. Exeunt.]
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Macbeth
By William Shakespeare
Edited by Barbara A. Mowat and Paul Werstine
with Michael Poston and Rebecca Niles
Folger Shakespeare Library
http://www.folgerdigitaltexts.org/?chapter=5&play=Mac
Created on Apr 23, 2016, from FDT version 0.9.2.
ACT 1
Scene 1
Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
FIRST WITCH
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
SECOND WITCH
When the hurly-burly’s done,
When the battle’s lost and won.
THIRD WITCH
That will be ere the set of sun.
FIRST WITCH
Where the place?
SECOND WITCH Upon the heath.
THIRD WITCH
There to meet with Macbeth.
FIRST WITCH I come, Graymalkin.
SECOND WITCH Paddock calls.
THIRD WITCH Anon.
ALL
Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
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They exit.
Scene 2
Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm,
Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding
Captain.
DUNCAN
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
MALCOLM This is the sergeant
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
’Gainst my captivity.—Hail, brave friend!
Say to the King the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.
CAPTAIN Doubtful it stood,
As two spent swimmers that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald
(Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the Western Isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
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�And Fortune, on his damnèd quarrel smiling,
Showed like a rebel’s whore. But all’s too weak;
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
Disdaining Fortune, with his brandished steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
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Like Valor’s minion, carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseamed him from the nave to th’ chops,
And fixed his head upon our battlements.
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DUNCAN
O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman!
CAPTAIN
As whence the sun ’gins his reflection
Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seemed to
come
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Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valor armed,
Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbished arms and new supplies of men,
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Began a fresh assault.
DUNCAN
Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and
Banquo?
CAPTAIN
Yes, as sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
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As cannons overcharged with double cracks,
So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell—
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But I am faint. My gashes cry for help.
DUNCAN
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds:
They smack of honor both.—Go, get him surgeons.
The Captain is led off by Attendants.
Enter Ross and Angus.
Who comes here?
MALCOLM The worthy Thane of Ross.
LENNOX
What a haste looks through his eyes!
So should he look that seems to speak things
strange.
ROSS God save the King.
DUNCAN Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?
ROSS From Fife, great king,
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict,
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�Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapped in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point, rebellious arm ’gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit. And to conclude,
The victory fell on us.
DUNCAN Great happiness!
ROSS That now Sweno,
The Norways’ king, craves composition.
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursèd at Saint Colme’s Inch
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
DUNCAN
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present
death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
ROSS I’ll see it done.
DUNCAN
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
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They exit.
Scene 3
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
FIRST WITCH Where hast thou been, sister?
SECOND WITCH Killing swine.
THIRD WITCH Sister, where thou?
FIRST WITCH
A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap
And munched and munched and munched. “Give
me,” quoth I.
“Aroint thee, witch,” the rump-fed runnion cries.
Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ th’ Tiger;
But in a sieve I’ll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do.
SECOND WITCH
I’ll give thee a wind.
FIRST WITCH
Th’ art kind.
THIRD WITCH
And I another.
FIRST WITCH
I myself have all the other,
And the very ports they blow;
All the quarters that they know
I’ th’ shipman’s card.
I’ll drain him dry as hay.
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his penthouse lid.
He shall live a man forbid.
Weary sev’nnights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.
Look what I have.
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�SECOND WITCH Show me, show me.
FIRST WITCH
Here I have a pilot’s thumb,
Wracked as homeward he did come.
THIRD WITCH
A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come.
ALL, dancing in a circle
The Weïrd Sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about,
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace, the charm’s wound up.
Drum within. 30
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Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
MACBETH
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
BANQUO
How far is ’t called to Forres?—What are these,
So withered, and so wild in their attire,
That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ th’ Earth
And yet are on ’t?—Live you? Or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand
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By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips. You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
MACBETH Speak if you can. What are you?
FIRST WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
SECOND WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
THIRD WITCH
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!
BANQUO
Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair?—I’ th’ name of truth,
Are you fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly you show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.
FIRST WITCH Hail!
SECOND WITCH Hail!
THIRD WITCH Hail!
FIRST WITCH
Lesser than Macbeth and greater.
SECOND WITCH
Not so happy, yet much happier.
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�THIRD WITCH
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
FIRST WITCH
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
MACBETH
Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more.
By Sinel’s death I know I am Thane of Glamis.
But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives
A prosperous gentleman, and to be king
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you.
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Witches vanish.
BANQUO
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?
MACBETH
Into the air, and what seemed corporal melted,
As breath into the wind. Would they had stayed!
BANQUO
Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?
MACBETH
Your children shall be kings.
BANQUO You shall be king.
MACBETH
And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?
BANQUO
To th’ selfsame tune and words.—Who’s here?
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Enter Ross and Angus.
ROSS
The King hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success, and, when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend
Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that,
In viewing o’er the rest o’ th’ selfsame day
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale
Came post with post, and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom’s great defense,
And poured them down before him.
ANGUS We are sent
To give thee from our royal master thanks,
Only to herald thee into his sight,
Not pay thee.
ROSS
And for an earnest of a greater honor,
He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor,
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�In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,
For it is thine.
BANQUO What, can the devil speak true?
MACBETH
The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me
In borrowed robes?
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ANGUS Who was the Thane lives yet,
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
combined
With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
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With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
He labored in his country’s wrack, I know not;
But treasons capital, confessed and proved,
Have overthrown him.
MACBETH, aside Glamis and Thane of Cawdor!
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The greatest is behind. To Ross and Angus. Thanks
for your pains.
Aside to Banquo. Do you not hope your children
shall be kings,
When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
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Promised no less to them?
BANQUO That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But ’tis strange.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
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The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s
In deepest consequence.—
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
They step aside.
MACBETH, aside Two truths are told
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As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.
Aside. This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success
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Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs
Against the use of nature? Present fears
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Are less than horrible imaginings.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man
That function is smothered in surmise,
And nothing is but what is not.
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BANQUO Look how our partner’s rapt.
MACBETH, aside
If chance will have me king, why, chance may
crown me
Without my stir.
BANQUO New honors come upon him,
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Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold
But with the aid of use.
MACBETH, aside Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
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Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
MACBETH
Give me your favor. My dull brain was wrought
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are registered where every day I turn
The leaf to read them. Let us toward the King.
Aside to Banquo. Think upon what hath chanced,
and at more time,
The interim having weighed it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.
BANQUO Very gladly.
MACBETH Till then, enough.—Come, friends.
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Scene 4
Flourish. Enter King Duncan, Lennox, Malcolm,
Donalbain, and Attendants.
DUNCAN
Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commission yet returned?
MALCOLM My liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die, who did report
That very frankly he confessed his treasons,
Implored your Highness’ pardon, and set forth
A deep repentance. Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it. He died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed
As ’twere a careless trifle.
DUNCAN There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face.
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.
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O worthiest cousin,
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine! Only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.
MACBETH
The service and the loyalty I owe
In doing it pays itself. Your Highness’ part
Is to receive our duties, and our duties
Are to your throne and state children and servants,
Which do but what they should by doing everything
Safe toward your love and honor.
DUNCAN Welcome hither.
I have begun to plant thee and will labor
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�To make thee full of growing.—Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserved nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
And hold thee to my heart.
BANQUO There, if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
DUNCAN My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know
We will establish our estate upon
Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland; which honor must
Not unaccompanied invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness
And bind us further to you.
MACBETH
The rest is labor which is not used for you.
I’ll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach.
So humbly take my leave.
DUNCAN My worthy Cawdor.
MACBETH, aside
The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step
On which I must fall down or else o’erleap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
DUNCAN
True, worthy Banquo. He is full so valiant,
And in his commendations I am fed:
It is a banquet to me.—Let’s after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.
It is a peerless kinsman.
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Flourish. They exit.
Scene 5
Enter Macbeth’s Wife, alone, with a letter.
LADY MACBETH, reading the letter They met me in the
day of success, and I have learned by the perfect’st
report they have more in them than mortal knowledge.
When I burned in desire to question them further, they
made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came missives
from the King, who all-hailed me “Thane of Cawdor,”
by which title, before, these Weïrd Sisters saluted me
and referred me to the coming on of time with “Hail,
king that shalt be.” This have I thought good to deliver
thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
might’st not lose the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant
of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
heart, and farewell.
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�Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great,
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst
highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false
And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou ’dst have, great
Glamis,
That which cries “Thus thou must do,” if thou have
it,
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear
And chastise with the valor of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crowned withal.
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Enter Messenger.
What is your tidings?
MESSENGER
The King comes here tonight.
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LADY MACBETH Thou ’rt mad to say it.
Is not thy master with him, who, were ’t so,
Would have informed for preparation?
MESSENGER
So please you, it is true. Our thane is coming.
One of my fellows had the speed of him,
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Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.
LADY MACBETH Give him tending.
He brings great news.
Messenger exits.
The raven himself is hoarse
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That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
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Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Th’ effect and it. Come to my woman’s breasts
And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,
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Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
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To cry “Hold, hold!”
Enter Macbeth.
Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor,
�Greater than both by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now
The future in the instant.
MACBETH My dearest love,
Duncan comes here tonight.
LADY MACBETH And when goes hence?
MACBETH
Tomorrow, as he purposes.
LADY MACBETH O, never
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue. Look like th’ innocent
flower,
But be the serpent under ’t. He that’s coming
Must be provided for; and you shall put
This night’s great business into my dispatch,
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
MACBETH
We will speak further.
LADY MACBETH Only look up clear.
To alter favor ever is to fear.
Leave all the rest to me.
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Scene 6
Hautboys and Torches. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm,
Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and
Attendants.
DUNCAN
This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
BANQUO This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his loved mansionry, that the heaven’s breath
Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle.
Where they most breed and haunt, I have
observed,
The air is delicate.
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DUNCAN See, see our honored hostess!—
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
How you shall bid God ’ild us for your pains
And thank us for your trouble.
LADY MACBETH All our service,
In every point twice done and then done double,
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�Were poor and single business to contend
Against those honors deep and broad wherewith
Your Majesty loads our house. For those of old,
And the late dignities heaped up to them,
We rest your hermits.
DUNCAN Where’s the Thane of Cawdor?
We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose
To be his purveyor; but he rides well,
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath helped
him
To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest tonight.
LADY MACBETH Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt
To make their audit at your Highness’ pleasure,
Still to return your own.
DUNCAN Give me your hand.
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Taking her hand.
Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.
They exit.
Scene 7
Hautboys. Torches. Enter a Sewer and divers Servants
with dishes and service over the stage. Then enter
Macbeth.
MACBETH
If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well
It were done quickly. If th’ assassination
Could trammel up the consequence and catch
With his surcease success, that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here, that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague th’ inventor. This even-handed justice
Commends th’ ingredience of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked newborn babe
Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
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�Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself
And falls on th’ other—
Enter Lady Macbeth.
How now, what news?
LADY MACBETH
He has almost supped. Why have you left the
chamber?
MACBETH
Hath he asked for me?
LADY MACBETH Know you not he has?
MACBETH
We will proceed no further in this business.
He hath honored me of late, and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
LADY MACBETH Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valor
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would,”
Like the poor cat i’ th’ adage?
MACBETH Prithee, peace.
I dare do all that may become a man.
Who dares do more is none.
LADY MACBETH What beast was ’t,
then,
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both.
They have made themselves, and that their fitness
now
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me.
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums
And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.
MACBETH If we should fail—
LADY MACBETH We fail?
But screw your courage to the sticking place
And we’ll not fail. When Duncan is asleep
(Whereto the rather shall his day’s hard journey
Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassail so convince
That memory, the warder of the brain,
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�Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep
Their drenchèd natures lies as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th’ unguarded Duncan? What not put upon
His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?
MACBETH Bring forth men-children only,
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
When we have marked with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
That they have done ’t?
LADY MACBETH Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
Upon his death?
MACBETH I am settled and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show.
False face must hide what the false heart doth
know.
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Scene 1
Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before him.
BANQUO How goes the night, boy?
FLEANCE
The moon is down. I have not heard the clock.
BANQUO And she goes down at twelve.
FLEANCE I take ’t ’tis later, sir.
BANQUO
Hold, take my sword.
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There’s husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers,
Restrain in me the cursèd thoughts that nature
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Gives way to in repose.
Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.
Give me my sword.—Who’s
there?
MACBETH A friend.
BANQUO
What, sir, not yet at rest? The King’s abed.
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He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
Sent forth great largess to your offices.
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess, and shut up
In measureless content.
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He gives Macbeth a jewel.
MACBETH Being unprepared,
Our will became the servant to defect,
Which else should free have wrought.
BANQUO All’s well.
I dreamt last night of the three Weïrd Sisters.
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To you they have showed some truth.
MACBETH I think not of
them.
Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
We would spend it in some words upon that
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If you would grant the time.
BANQUO At your kind’st leisure.
MACBETH
If you shall cleave to my consent, when ’tis,
It shall make honor for you.
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BANQUO So I lose none
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,
I shall be counseled.
MACBETH Good repose the while.
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Banquo and Fleance exit.
MACBETH
Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
Servant exits.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch
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thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation
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Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
He draws his dagger.
Thou marshal’st me the way that I was going,
And such an instrument I was to use.
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Mine eyes are made the fools o’ th’ other senses
Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,
And, on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There’s no such thing.
It is the bloody business which informs
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Thus to mine eyes. Now o’er the one-half world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtained sleep. Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate’s off’rings, and withered murder,
Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf,
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Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his
design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
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Thy very stones prate of my whereabouts
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives.
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
A bell rings.
I go, and it is done. The bell invites me.
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Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
He exits.
Scene 2
Enter Lady Macbeth.
LADY MACBETH
That which hath made them drunk hath made me
bold.
What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
Hark!—Peace.
It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern’st good-night. He is about it.
The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugged
their possets,
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Whether they live or die.
MACBETH, within Who’s there? what, ho!
LADY MACBETH
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
And ’tis not done. Th’ attempt and not the deed
Confounds us. Hark!—I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss ’em. Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done ’t.
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My husband?
MACBETH
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
LADY MACBETH
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak?
MACBETH When?
LADY MACBETH Now.
MACBETH As I descended?
LADY MACBETH Ay.
MACBETH Hark!—Who lies i’ th’ second chamber?
LADY MACBETH Donalbain.
MACBETH This is a sorry sight.
LADY MACBETH
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
MACBETH
There’s one did laugh in ’s sleep, and one cried
“Murder!”
That they did wake each other. I stood and heard
them.
But they did say their prayers and addressed them
Again to sleep.
LADY MACBETH There are two lodged together.
MACBETH
One cried “God bless us” and “Amen” the other,
As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands,
List’ning their fear. I could not say “Amen”
When they did say “God bless us.”
LADY MACBETH Consider it not so deeply.
MACBETH
But wherefore could not I pronounce “Amen”?
I had most need of blessing, and “Amen”
Stuck in my throat.
LADY MACBETH These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
MACBETH
Methought I heard a voice cry “Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
LADY MACBETH What do you mean?
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Still it cried “Sleep no more!” to all the house.
“Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore
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Cawdor
Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.”
LADY MACBETH
Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
You do unbend your noble strength to think
So brainsickly of things. Go get some water
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And wash this filthy witness from your hand.—
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there. Go, carry them and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
MACBETH I’ll go no more.
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I am afraid to think what I have done.
Look on ’t again I dare not.
LADY MACBETH Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures. ’Tis the eye of childhood
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That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it must seem their guilt.
She exits with the daggers. Knock within.
MACBETH Whence is that
knocking?
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How is ’t with me when every noise appalls me?
What hands are here! Ha, they pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
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Making the green one red.
Enter Lady Macbeth.
LADY MACBETH
My hands are of your color, but I shame
To wear a heart so white.
I hear a knocking
At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber.
A little water clears us of this deed.
How easy is it, then! Your constancy
Hath left you unattended.
Hark, more knocking.
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us
And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.
MACBETH
To know my deed ’twere best not know myself.
Knock.
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Knock.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking. I would thou
couldst.
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Knocking within. Enter a Porter.
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�PORTER Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were
porter of hell gate, he should have old turning the
key. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there, i’
th’ name of Beelzebub? Here’s a farmer that hanged
himself on th’ expectation of plenty. Come in time!
Have napkins enough about you; here you’ll sweat
for ’t. (Knock.) Knock, knock! Who’s there, in th’
other devil’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocator
that could swear in both the scales against either
scale, who committed treason enough for God’s
sake yet could not equivocate to heaven. O, come in,
equivocator. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s
there? Faith, here’s an English tailor come hither for
stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor. Here
you may roast your goose. (Knock.) Knock, knock!
Never at quiet.—What are you?—But this place is
too cold for hell. I’ll devil-porter it no further. I had
thought to have let in some of all professions that go
the primrose way to th’ everlasting bonfire. (Knock.)
Anon, anon!
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The Porter opens the door to Macduff and Lennox.
I pray you, remember the porter.
MACDUFF
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed
That you do lie so late?
PORTER Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second
cock, and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three
things.
MACDUFF What three things does drink especially
provoke?
PORTER Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes. It provokes
the desire, but it takes away the performance.
Therefore much drink may be said to be an
equivocator with lechery. It makes him, and it
mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it
persuades him and disheartens him; makes him
stand to and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates
him in a sleep and, giving him the lie, leaves
him.
MACDUFF I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
PORTER That it did, sir, i’ th’ very throat on me; but I
requited him for his lie, and, I think, being too
strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime,
yet I made a shift to cast him.
MACDUFF Is thy master stirring?
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Our knocking has awaked him. Here he comes.
LENNOX
Good morrow, noble sir.
MACBETH Good morrow, both.
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Is the King stirring, worthy thane?
MACBETH Not yet.
MACDUFF
He did command me to call timely on him.
I have almost slipped the hour.
MACBETH I’ll bring you to him.
MACDUFF
I know this is a joyful trouble to you,
But yet ’tis one.
MACBETH
The labor we delight in physics pain.
This is the door.
MACDUFF I’ll make so bold to call,
For ’tis my limited service.
LENNOX Goes the King hence today?
MACBETH He does. He did appoint so.
LENNOX
The night has been unruly. Where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i’ th’ air, strange screams of
death,
And prophesying, with accents terrible,
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatched to th’ woeful time. The obscure bird
Clamored the livelong night. Some say the Earth
Was feverous and did shake.
MACBETH ’Twas a rough night.
LENNOX
My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.
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Enter Macduff.
MACDUFF O horror, horror, horror!
Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!
MACBETH AND LENNOX What’s the matter?
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MACDUFF
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord’s anointed temple and stole thence
The life o’ th’ building.
MACBETH What is ’t you say? The life?
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LENNOX Mean you his Majesty?
MACDUFF
Approach the chamber and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak.
See and then speak yourselves.
Macbeth and Lennox exit.
Awake, awake!
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Ring the alarum bell.—Murder and treason!
Banquo and Donalbain, Malcolm, awake!
Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,
And look on death itself. Up, up, and see
The great doom’s image. Malcolm, Banquo,
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As from your graves rise up and walk like sprites
�To countenance this horror.—Ring the bell.
Bell rings.
Enter Lady Macbeth.
LADY MACBETH What’s the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!
MACDUFF O gentle lady,
’Tis not for you to hear what I can speak.
The repetition in a woman’s ear
Would murder as it fell.
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Enter Banquo.
O Banquo, Banquo,
Our royal master’s murdered.
LADY MACBETH Woe, alas!
What, in our house?
BANQUO Too cruel anywhere.—
Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself
And say it is not so.
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Enter Macbeth, Lennox, and Ross.
MACBETH
Had I but died an hour before this chance,
I had lived a blessèd time; for from this instant
There’s nothing serious in mortality.
All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead.
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
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Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.
DONALBAIN What is amiss?
MACBETH You are, and do not know ’t.
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped.
MACDUFF
Your royal father’s murdered.
MALCOLM O, by whom?
LENNOX
Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done ’t.
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood.
So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
Upon their pillows. They stared and were distracted.
No man’s life was to be trusted with them.
MACBETH
O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.
MACDUFF Wherefore did you so?
MACBETH
Who can be wise, amazed, temp’rate, and furious,
Loyal, and neutral, in a moment? No man.
Th’ expedition of my violent love
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�Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
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His silver skin laced with his golden blood,
And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature
For ruin’s wasteful entrance; there the murderers,
Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain
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That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make ’s love known?
LADY MACBETH Help me hence, ho!
MACDUFF
Look to the lady.
MALCOLM, aside to Donalbain Why do we hold our
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That most may claim this argument for ours?
DONALBAIN, aside to Malcolm
What should be spoken here, where our fate,
Hid in an auger hole, may rush and seize us?
Let’s away. Our tears are not yet brewed.
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MALCOLM, aside to Donalbain
Nor our strong sorrow upon the foot of motion.
BANQUO Look to the lady.
Lady Macbeth is assisted to leave.
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure, let us meet
And question this most bloody piece of work
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To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us.
In the great hand of God I stand, and thence
Against the undivulged pretense I fight
Of treasonous malice.
MACDUFF And so do I.
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ALL So all.
MACBETH
Let’s briefly put on manly readiness
And meet i’ th’ hall together.
ALL Well contented.
All but Malcolm and Donalbain exit.
MALCOLM
What will you do? Let’s not consort with them.
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To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. I’ll to England.
DONALBAIN
To Ireland I. Our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,
There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The near in blood,
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The nearer bloody.
MALCOLM This murderous shaft that’s shot
Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse,
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking
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But shift away. There’s warrant in that theft
Which steals itself when there’s no mercy left.
They exit.
Scene 4
Enter Ross with an Old Man.
�OLD MAN
Threescore and ten I can remember well,
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore
night
Hath trifled former knowings.
ROSS Ha, good father,
Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man’s act,
Threatens his bloody stage. By th’ clock ’tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.
Is ’t night’s predominance or the day’s shame
That darkness does the face of earth entomb
When living light should kiss it?
OLD MAN ’Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last
A falcon, tow’ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
ROSS
And Duncan’s horses (a thing most strange and
certain),
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would
Make war with mankind.
OLD MAN ’Tis said they eat each
other.
ROSS
They did so, to th’ amazement of mine eyes
That looked upon ’t.
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Enter Macduff.
Here comes the good
Macduff.—
How goes the world, sir, now?
MACDUFF Why, see you not?
ROSS
Is ’t known who did this more than bloody deed?
MACDUFF
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
ROSS Alas the day,
What good could they pretend?
MACDUFF They were suborned.
Malcolm and Donalbain, the King’s two sons,
Are stol’n away and fled, which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.
ROSS ’Gainst nature still!
Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up
Thine own lives’ means. Then ’tis most like
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
MACDUFF
He is already named and gone to Scone
To be invested.
ROSS Where is Duncan’s body?
MACDUFF Carried to Colmekill,
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�The sacred storehouse of his predecessors
And guardian of their bones.
ROSS Will you to Scone?
MACDUFF
No, cousin, I’ll to Fife.
ROSS Well, I will thither.
MACDUFF
Well, may you see things well done there. Adieu,
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.
ROSS Farewell, father.
OLD MAN
God’s benison go with you and with those
That would make good of bad and friends of foes.
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All exit.
�ACT 3
Scene 1
Enter Banquo.
BANQUO
Thou hast it now—king, Cawdor, Glamis, all
As the Weïrd Women promised, and I fear
Thou played’st most foully for ’t. Yet it was said
It should not stand in thy posterity,
But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope? But hush, no more.
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Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady
Macbeth, Lennox, Ross, Lords, and Attendants.
MACBETH
Here’s our chief guest.
LADY MACBETH If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast
And all-thing unbecoming.
MACBETH
Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir,
And I’ll request your presence.
BANQUO Let your Highness
Command upon me, to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
Forever knit.
MACBETH Ride you this afternoon?
BANQUO Ay, my good lord.
MACBETH
We should have else desired your good advice
(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous)
In this day’s council, but we’ll take tomorrow.
Is ’t far you ride?
BANQUO
As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
’Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
MACBETH Fail not our feast.
BANQUO My lord, I will not.
MACBETH
We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed
In England and in Ireland, not confessing
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
With strange invention. But of that tomorrow,
When therewithal we shall have cause of state
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse. Adieu,
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�Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
BANQUO
Ay, my good lord. Our time does call upon ’s.
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MACBETH
I wish your horses swift and sure of foot,
And so I do commend you to their backs.
Farewell.
Banquo exits.
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night. To make society
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The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
Till suppertime alone. While then, God be with you.
Lords and all but Macbeth and a Servant exit.
Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men
Our pleasure?
SERVANT
They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
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MACBETH
Bring them before us.
Servant exits.
To be thus is nothing,
But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be feared. ’Tis much he
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dares,
And to that dauntless temper of his mind
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor
To act in safety. There is none but he
Whose being I do fear; and under him
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My genius is rebuked, as it is said
Mark Antony’s was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
When first they put the name of king upon me
And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like,
They hailed him father to a line of kings.
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Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
And put a barren scepter in my grip,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If ’t be so,
For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind;
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For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered,
Put rancors in the vessel of my peace
Only for them, and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man
To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings.
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Rather than so, come fate into the list,
And champion me to th’ utterance.—Who’s there?
Enter Servant and two Murderers.
To the Servant. Now go to the door, and stay there
till we call.
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
MURDERERS
It was, so please your Highness.
MACBETH Well then, now
Have you considered of my speeches? Know
That it was he, in the times past, which held you
So under fortune, which you thought had been
Servant exits.
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�Our innocent self. This I made good to you
In our last conference, passed in probation with you
How you were borne in hand, how crossed, the
instruments,
Who wrought with them, and all things else that
might
To half a soul and to a notion crazed
Say “Thus did Banquo.”
FIRST MURDERER You made it known to us.
MACBETH
I did so, and went further, which is now
Our point of second meeting. Do you find
Your patience so predominant in your nature
That you can let this go? Are you so gospeled
To pray for this good man and for his issue,
Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave
And beggared yours forever?
FIRST MURDERER We are men, my liege.
MACBETH
Ay, in the catalogue you go for men,
As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels,
curs,
Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clept
All by the name of dogs. The valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill
That writes them all alike. And so of men.
Now, if you have a station in the file,
Not i’ th’ worst rank of manhood, say ’t,
And I will put that business in your bosoms
Whose execution takes your enemy off,
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
SECOND MURDERER I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Hath so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
FIRST MURDERER And I another
So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it or be rid on ’t.
MACBETH Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy.
MURDERERS True, my lord.
MACBETH
So is he mine, and in such bloody distance
That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near’st of life. And though I could
With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
For certain friends that are both his and mine,
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
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�Who I myself struck down. And thence it is
That I to your assistance do make love,
Masking the business from the common eye
For sundry weighty reasons.
SECOND MURDERER We shall, my lord,
Perform what you command us.
FIRST MURDERER Though our lives—
MACBETH
Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at
most
I will advise you where to plant yourselves,
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o’ th’ time,
The moment on ’t, for ’t must be done tonight
And something from the palace; always thought
That I require a clearness. And with him
(To leave no rubs nor botches in the work)
Fleance, his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father’s, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart.
I’ll come to you anon.
MURDERERS We are resolved, my lord.
MACBETH
I’ll call upon you straight. Abide within.
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Murderers exit.
It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul’s flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out tonight.
He exits.
Scene 2
Enter Macbeth’s Lady and a Servant.
LADY MACBETH Is Banquo gone from court?
SERVANT
Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.
LADY MACBETH
Say to the King I would attend his leisure
For a few words.
SERVANT Madam, I will.
LADY MACBETH Naught’s had, all’s spent,
Where our desire is got without content.
’Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
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Enter Macbeth.
How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard. What’s done is done.
MACBETH
We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
She’ll close and be herself whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds
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�suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams
That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave.
After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well.
Treason has done his worst; nor steel nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing
Can touch him further.
LADY MACBETH Come on, gentle my lord,
Sleek o’er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial
Among your guests tonight.
MACBETH So shall I, love,
And so I pray be you. Let your remembrance
Apply to Banquo; present him eminence
Both with eye and tongue: unsafe the while that we
Must lave our honors in these flattering streams
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
LADY MACBETH You must leave this.
MACBETH
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know’st that Banquo and his Fleance lives.
LADY MACBETH
But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne.
MACBETH
There’s comfort yet; they are assailable.
Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown
His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate’s summons
The shard-born beetle with his drowsy hums
Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.
LADY MACBETH What’s to be done?
MACBETH
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed.—Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to th’ rooky wood.
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do
rouse.—
Thou marvel’st at my words, but hold thee still.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
So prithee go with me.
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They exit.
Scene 3
Enter three Murderers.
FIRST MURDERER
But who did bid thee join with us?
�THIRD MURDERER Macbeth.
SECOND MURDERER, to the First Murderer
He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
Our offices and what we have to do
To the direction just.
FIRST MURDERER Then stand with us.—
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveler apace
To gain the timely inn, and near approaches
The subject of our watch.
THIRD MURDERER Hark, I hear horses.
BANQUO, within Give us a light there, ho!
SECOND MURDERER Then ’tis he. The rest
That are within the note of expectation
Already are i’ th’ court.
FIRST MURDERER His horses go about.
THIRD MURDERER
Almost a mile; but he does usually
(So all men do) from hence to th’ palace gate
Make it their walk.
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Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a torch.
SECOND MURDERER A light, a light!
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THIRD MURDERER ’Tis he.
FIRST MURDERER Stand to ’t.
BANQUO, to Fleance It will be rain tonight.
FIRST MURDERER Let it come down!
The three Murderers attack.
BANQUO
O treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
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Thou mayst revenge—O slave!
He dies. Fleance exits.
THIRD MURDERER
Who did strike out the light?
FIRST MURDERER Was ’t not the way?
THIRD MURDERER There’s but one down. The son is
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SECOND MURDERER We have lost best half of our
affair.
FIRST MURDERER
Well, let’s away and say how much is done.
They exit.
Scene 4
Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth,
Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants.
MACBETH
You know your own degrees; sit down. At first
And last, the hearty welcome.
LORDS Thanks to your Majesty.
MACBETH
Ourself will mingle with society
And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
They sit.
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�We will require her welcome.
LADY MACBETH
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,
For my heart speaks they are welcome.
Enter First Murderer to the door.
MACBETH
See, they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks.
Both sides are even. Here I’ll sit i’ th’ midst.
Be large in mirth. Anon we’ll drink a measure
The table round. He approaches the Murderer. There’s
blood upon thy face.
MURDERER ’Tis Banquo’s then.
MACBETH
’Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatched?
MURDERER
My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him.
MACBETH
Thou art the best o’ th’ cutthroats,
Yet he’s good that did the like for Fleance.
If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
MURDERER
Most royal sir, Fleance is ’scaped.
MACBETH, aside
Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect,
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
As broad and general as the casing air.
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.—But Banquo’s safe?
MURDERER
Ay, my good lord. Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenchèd gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.
MACBETH Thanks for that.
There the grown serpent lies. The worm that’s fled
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for th’ present. Get thee gone. Tomorrow
We’ll hear ourselves again.
Murderer exits.
LADY MACBETH My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold
That is not often vouched, while ’tis a-making,
’Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home;
From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.
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Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeth’s place.
MACBETH, to Lady Macbeth Sweet remembrancer!—
Now, good digestion wait on appetite
And health on both!
LENNOX May ’t please your Highness sit.
MACBETH
Here had we now our country’s honor roofed,
Were the graced person of our Banquo present,
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�Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Than pity for mischance.
ROSS His absence, sir,
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Lays blame upon his promise. Please ’t your
Highness
To grace us with your royal company?
MACBETH
The table’s full.
LENNOX Here is a place reserved, sir.
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MACBETH Where?
LENNOX
Here, my good lord. What is ’t that moves your
Highness?
MACBETH
Which of you have done this?
LORDS What, my good lord?
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MACBETH, to the Ghost
Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
ROSS
Gentlemen, rise. His Highness is not well.
LADY MACBETH
Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus
And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat.
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The fit is momentary; upon a thought
He will again be well. If much you note him
You shall offend him and extend his passion.
Feed and regard him not.
Drawing Macbeth aside.
Are you a man?
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MACBETH
Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appall the devil.
LADY MACBETH O, proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear.
This is the air-drawn dagger which you said
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Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
Impostors to true fear, would well become
A woman’s story at a winter’s fire,
Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all’s done,
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You look but on a stool.
MACBETH
Prithee, see there. Behold, look! To the Ghost. Lo,
how say you?
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.—
If charnel houses and our graves must send
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Those that we bury back, our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites.
Ghost exits.
LADY MACBETH What, quite unmanned in folly?
MACBETH
If I stand here, I saw him.
LADY MACBETH Fie, for shame!
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MACBETH
Blood hath been shed ere now, i’ th’ olden time,
Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been performed
�Too terrible for the ear. The time has been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end. But now they rise again
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
LADY MACBETH My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
MACBETH I do forget.—
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to
all.
Then I’ll sit down.—Give me some wine. Fill full.
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Enter Ghost.
I drink to th’ general joy o’ th’ whole table
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss.
Would he were here! To all, and him we thirst,
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And all to all.
LORDS Our duties, and the pledge.
They raise their drinking cups.
MACBETH, to the Ghost
Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee.
Thy bones are marrowless; thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
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Which thou dost glare with.
LADY MACBETH Think of this, good
peers,
But as a thing of custom. ’Tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
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MACBETH, to the Ghost What man dare, I dare.
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The armed rhinoceros, or th’ Hyrcan tiger;
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble. Or be alive again
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And dare me to the desert with thy sword.
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mock’ry, hence!
Ghost exits.
Why so, being gone,
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I am a man again.—Pray you sit still.
LADY MACBETH
You have displaced the mirth, broke the good
meeting
With most admired disorder.
MACBETH Can such things be
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And overcome us like a summer’s cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe
When now I think you can behold such sights
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks
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When mine is blanched with fear.
ROSS What sights, my
lord?
�LADY MACBETH
I pray you, speak not. He grows worse and worse.
Question enrages him. At once, good night.
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Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
LENNOX Good night, and better health
Attend his Majesty.
LADY MACBETH A kind good night to all.
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MACBETH
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move, and trees to
speak.
Augurs and understood relations have
By maggot pies and choughs and rooks brought
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The secret’st man of blood.—What is the night?
LADY MACBETH
Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
MACBETH
How say’st thou that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding?
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LADY MACBETH Did you send to him, sir?
MACBETH
I hear it by the way; but I will send.
There’s not a one of them but in his house
I keep a servant fee’d. I will tomorrow
(And betimes I will) to the Weïrd Sisters.
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More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know
By the worst means the worst. For mine own good,
All causes shall give way. I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
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Strange things I have in head that will to hand,
Which must be acted ere they may be scanned.
LADY MACBETH
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
MACBETH
Come, we’ll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use.
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We are yet but young in deed.
They exit.
Scene 5
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.
FIRST WITCH
Why, how now, Hecate? You look angerly.
HECATE
Have I not reason, beldams as you are?
Saucy and overbold, how did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
In riddles and affairs of death,
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never called to bear my part
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�Or show the glory of our art?
And which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now. Get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i’ th’ morning. Thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms and everything beside.
I am for th’ air. This night I’ll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon.
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vap’rous drop profound.
I’ll catch it ere it come to ground,
And that, distilled by magic sleights,
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes ’bove wisdom, grace, and fear.
And you all know, security
Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.
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Music and a song.
Hark! I am called. My little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.
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Sing within “Come away, come away,” etc.
FIRST WITCH
Come, let’s make haste. She’ll soon be back again.
They exit.
Scene 6
Enter Lennox and another Lord.
LENNOX
My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
Which can interpret farther. Only I say
Things have been strangely borne. The gracious
Duncan
Was pitied of Macbeth; marry, he was dead.
And the right valiant Banquo walked too late,
Whom you may say, if ’t please you, Fleance killed,
For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought how monstrous
It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
To kill their gracious father? Damnèd fact,
How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight
In pious rage the two delinquents tear
That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely, too,
For ’twould have angered any heart alive
To hear the men deny ’t. So that I say
He has borne all things well. And I do think
That had he Duncan’s sons under his key
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find
What ’twere to kill a father. So should Fleance.
But peace. For from broad words, and ’cause he
failed
His presence at the tyrant’s feast, I hear
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?
LORD The son of Duncan
(From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth)
Lives in the English court and is received
Of the most pious Edward with such grace
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff
Is gone to pray the holy king upon his aid
To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward
That, by the help of these (with Him above
To ratify the work), we may again
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,
Do faithful homage, and receive free honors,
All which we pine for now. And this report
Hath so exasperate the King that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.
LENNOX Sent he to Macduff?
LORD
He did, and with an absolute “Sir, not I,”
The cloudy messenger turns me his back
And hums, as who should say “You’ll rue the time
That clogs me with this answer.”
LENNOX And that well might
Advise him to a caution t’ hold what distance
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
Fly to the court of England and unfold
His message ere he come, that a swift blessing
May soon return to this our suffering country
Under a hand accursed.
LORD I’ll send my prayers with him.
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Scene 1
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
FIRST WITCH
Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
SECOND WITCH
Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined.
THIRD WITCH
Harpier cries “’Tis time, ’tis time!”
FIRST WITCH
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.
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Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ th’ charmèd pot.
The Witches circle the cauldron.
ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
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Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
SECOND WITCH
Fillet of a fenny snake
In the cauldron boil and bake.
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
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Adder’s fork and blindworm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
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Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
THIRD WITCH
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch’s mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digged i’ th’ dark,
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Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat and slips of yew
Slivered in the moon’s eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
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Ditch-delivered by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab.
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron
For th’ ingredience of our cauldron.
ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
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Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
SECOND WITCH
Cool it with a baboon’s blood.
�Then the charm is firm and good.
Enter Hecate to the other three Witches.
HECATE
O, well done! I commend your pains,
And everyone shall share i’ th’ gains.
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And now about the cauldron sing
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
Music and a song: “Black Spirits,” etc. Hecate exits.
SECOND WITCH
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
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Open, locks,
Whoever knocks.
Enter Macbeth.
MACBETH
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags?
What is ’t you do?
ALL A deed without a name.
MACBETH
I conjure you by that which you profess
(Howe’er you come to know it), answer me.
Though you untie the winds and let them fight
Against the churches, though the yeasty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up,
Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown
down,
Though castles topple on their warders’ heads,
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations, though the
treasure
Of nature’s germens tumble all together
Even till destruction sicken, answer me
To what I ask you.
FIRST WITCH Speak.
SECOND WITCH Demand.
THIRD WITCH We’ll answer.
FIRST WITCH
Say if th’ hadst rather hear it from our mouths
Or from our masters’.
MACBETH Call ’em. Let me see ’em.
FIRST WITCH
Pour in sow’s blood that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease that’s sweaten
From the murderers’ gibbet throw
Into the flame.
ALL Come high or low;
Thyself and office deftly show.
Thunder. First Apparition, an Armed Head.
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Tell me, thou unknown power—
FIRST WITCH He knows thy
thought.
Hear his speech but say thou naught.
FIRST APPARITION
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff!
Beware the Thane of Fife! Dismiss me. Enough.
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He descends.
MACBETH
Whate’er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks.
Thou hast harped my fear aright. But one word
more—
FIRST WITCH
He will not be commanded. Here’s another
More potent than the first.
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Thunder. Second Apparition, a Bloody Child.
SECOND APPARITION Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!—
MACBETH Had I three ears, I’d hear thee.
SECOND APPARITION
Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn
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The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
He descends.
MACBETH
Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of thee?
But yet I’ll make assurance double sure
And take a bond of fate. Thou shalt not live,
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That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
And sleep in spite of thunder.
Thunder. Third Apparition, a Child Crowned, with a tree
in his hand.
What is this
That rises like the issue of a king
And wears upon his baby brow the round
And top of sovereignty?
ALL Listen but speak not to ’t.
THIRD APPARITION
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.
Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him.
MACBETH That will never be.
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
Unfix his earthbound root? Sweet bodements, good!
Rebellious dead, rise never till the Wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart
Throbs to know one thing. Tell me, if your art
Can tell so much: shall Banquo’s issue ever
Reign in this kingdom?
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�ALL Seek to know no more.
MACBETH
I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know!
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Cauldron sinks. Hautboys.
Why sinks that cauldron? And what noise is this?
FIRST WITCH Show.
SECOND WITCH Show.
THIRD WITCH Show.
ALL
Show his eyes and grieve his heart.
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Come like shadows; so depart.
A show of eight kings, the eighth king with a glass in
his hand, and Banquo last.
MACBETH
Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down!
Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair,
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
A third is like the former.—Filthy hags,
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Why do you show me this?—A fourth? Start, eyes!
What, will the line stretch out to th’ crack of doom?
Another yet? A seventh? I’ll see no more.
And yet the eighth appears who bears a glass
Which shows me many more, and some I see
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That twofold balls and treble scepters carry.
Horrible sight! Now I see ’tis true,
For the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me
And points at them for his.
The Apparitions disappear.
What, is this so?
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FIRST WITCH
Ay, sir, all this is so. But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites
And show the best of our delights.
I’ll charm the air to give a sound
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While you perform your antic round,
That this great king may kindly say
Our duties did his welcome pay.
Music. The Witches dance and vanish.
MACBETH
Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
Stand aye accursèd in the calendar!—
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Come in, without there.
Enter Lennox.
LENNOX What’s your Grace’s will?
MACBETH
Saw you the Weïrd Sisters?
LENNOX No, my lord.
MACBETH
Came they not by you?
LENNOX No, indeed, my lord.
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�MACBETH
Infected be the air whereon they ride,
And damned all those that trust them! I did hear
The galloping of horse. Who was ’t came by?
LENNOX
’Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
Macduff is fled to England.
MACBETH Fled to England?
LENNOX Ay, my good lord.
MACBETH, aside
Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits.
The flighty purpose never is o’ertook
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and
done:
The castle of Macduff I will surprise,
Seize upon Fife, give to th’ edge o’ th’ sword
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;
This deed I’ll do before this purpose cool.
But no more sights!—Where are these gentlemen?
Come bring me where they are.
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Scene 2
Enter Macduff’s Wife, her Son, and Ross.
LADY MACDUFF
What had he done to make him fly the land?
ROSS
You must have patience, madam.
LADY MACDUFF He had none.
His flight was madness. When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
ROSS You know not
Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
LADY MACDUFF
Wisdom? To leave his wife, to leave his babes,
His mansion and his titles in a place
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
He wants the natural touch; for the poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
All is the fear, and nothing is the love,
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.
ROSS My dearest coz,
I pray you school yourself. But for your husband,
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o’ th’ season. I dare not speak much
further;
But cruel are the times when we are traitors
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
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Each way and move—I take my leave of you.
Shall not be long but I’ll be here again.
Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward
To what they were before.—My pretty cousin,
Blessing upon you.
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LADY MACDUFF
Fathered he is, and yet he’s fatherless.
ROSS
I am so much a fool, should I stay longer
It would be my disgrace and your discomfort.
I take my leave at once.
Ross exits.
LADY MACDUFF Sirrah, your father’s dead.
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And what will you do now? How will you live?
SON
As birds do, mother.
LADY MACDUFF What, with worms and flies?
SON
With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
LADY MACDUFF
Poor bird, thou ’dst never fear the net nor lime,
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The pitfall nor the gin.
SON
Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set
for.
My father is not dead, for all your saying.
LADY MACDUFF
Yes, he is dead. How wilt thou do for a father?
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SON Nay, how will you do for a husband?
LADY MACDUFF
Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
SON Then you’ll buy ’em to sell again.
LADY MACDUFF Thou speak’st with all thy wit,
And yet, i’ faith, with wit enough for thee.
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SON Was my father a traitor, mother?
LADY MACDUFF Ay, that he was.
SON What is a traitor?
LADY MACDUFF Why, one that swears and lies.
SON And be all traitors that do so?
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LADY MACDUFF Every one that does so is a traitor
and must be hanged.
SON And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
LADY MACDUFF Every one.
SON Who must hang them?
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LADY MACDUFF Why, the honest men.
SON Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there
are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest
men and hang up them.
LADY MACDUFF Now God help thee, poor monkey! But
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how wilt thou do for a father?
SON If he were dead, you’d weep for him. If you would
not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a
new father.
LADY MACDUFF Poor prattler, how thou talk’st!
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�MESSENGER
Bless you, fair dame. I am not to you known,
Though in your state of honor I am perfect.
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly.
If you will take a homely man’s advice,
Be not found here. Hence with your little ones!
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To fright you thus methinks I am too savage;
To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve
you!
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LADY MACDUFF Whither should I fly?
I have done no harm. But I remember now
I am in this earthly world, where to do harm
Is often laudable, to do good sometime
Accounted dangerous folly. Why then, alas,
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Do I put up that womanly defense
To say I have done no harm?
Enter Murderers.
What are these faces?
MURDERER Where is your husband?
LADY MACDUFF
I hope in no place so unsanctified
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Where such as thou mayst find him.
MURDERER He’s a traitor.
SON
Thou liest, thou shag-eared villain!
MURDERER What, you egg?
Stabbing him. Young fry of treachery!
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SON He has killed
me, mother.
Run away, I pray you.
Lady Macduff exits, crying “Murder!” followed by the
Murderers bearing the Son’s body.
Scene 3
Enter Malcolm and Macduff.
MALCOLM
Let us seek out some desolate shade and there
Weep our sad bosoms empty.
MACDUFF Let us rather
Hold fast the mortal sword and, like good men,
Bestride our downfall’n birthdom. Each new morn
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland, and yelled out
Like syllable of dolor.
MALCOLM What I believe, I’ll wail;
What know, believe; and what I can redress,
As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
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He hath not touched you yet. I am young, but
something
You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb
T’ appease an angry god.
MACDUFF
I am not treacherous.
MALCOLM But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your
pardon.
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though all things foul would wear the brows of
grace,
Yet grace must still look so.
MACDUFF I have lost my hopes.
MALCOLM
Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
Why in that rawness left you wife and child,
Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,
Without leave-taking? I pray you,
Let not my jealousies be your dishonors,
But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,
Whatever I shall think.
MACDUFF Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee. Wear thou thy
wrongs;
The title is affeered.—Fare thee well, lord.
I would not be the villain that thou think’st
For the whole space that’s in the tyrant’s grasp,
And the rich East to boot.
MALCOLM Be not offended.
I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke.
It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds. I think withal
There would be hands uplifted in my right;
And here from gracious England have I offer
Of goodly thousands. But, for all this,
When I shall tread upon the tyrant’s head
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
Shall have more vices than it had before,
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.
MACDUFF What should he be?
MALCOLM
It is myself I mean, in whom I know
All the particulars of vice so grafted
That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth
Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state
Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
With my confineless harms.
MACDUFF Not in the legions
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�Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned
In evils to top Macbeth.
MALCOLM I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name. But there’s no bottom, none,
In my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters,
Your matrons, and your maids could not fill up
The cistern of my lust, and my desire
All continent impediments would o’erbear
That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth
Than such an one to reign.
MACDUFF Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny. It hath been
Th’ untimely emptying of the happy throne
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
To take upon you what is yours. You may
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty
And yet seem cold—the time you may so hoodwink.
We have willing dames enough. There cannot be
That vulture in you to devour so many
As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
Finding it so inclined.
MALCOLM With this there grows
In my most ill-composed affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I king,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels, and this other’s house;
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.
MACDUFF This avarice
Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root
Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been
The sword of our slain kings. Yet do not fear.
Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will
Of your mere own. All these are portable,
With other graces weighed.
MALCOLM
But I have none. The king-becoming graces,
As justice, verity, temp’rance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
I have no relish of them but abound
In the division of each several crime,
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
MACDUFF O Scotland, Scotland!
MALCOLM
If such a one be fit to govern, speak.
I am as I have spoken.
MACDUFF Fit to govern?
No, not to live.—O nation miserable,
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�With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accursed
And does blaspheme his breed?—Thy royal father
Was a most sainted king. The queen that bore thee,
Oft’ner upon her knees than on her feet,
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well.
These evils thou repeat’st upon thyself
Hath banished me from Scotland.—O my breast,
Thy hope ends here!
MALCOLM Macduff, this noble passion,
Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth
By many of these trains hath sought to win me
Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me
From overcredulous haste. But God above
Deal between thee and me, for even now
I put myself to thy direction and
Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
The devil to his fellow, and delight
No less in truth than life. My first false speaking
Was this upon myself. What I am truly
Is thine and my poor country’s to command—
Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,
Old Siward with ten thousand warlike men,
Already at a point, was setting forth.
Now we’ll together, and the chance of goodness
Be like our warranted quarrel. Why are you silent?
MACDUFF
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
’Tis hard to reconcile.
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Enter a Doctor.
MALCOLM Well, more anon.—
Comes the King forth, I pray you?
DOCTOR
Ay, sir. There are a crew of wretched souls
That stay his cure. Their malady convinces
The great assay of art, but at his touch
(Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand)
They presently amend.
MALCOLM I thank you, doctor.
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MACDUFF
What’s the disease he means?
MALCOLM ’Tis called the evil:
A most miraculous work in this good king,
Which often since my here-remain in England
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�I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven
Himself best knows, but strangely visited people
All swoll’n and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Put on with holy prayers; and, ’tis spoken,
To the succeeding royalty he leaves
The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
And sundry blessings hang about his throne
That speak him full of grace.
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Enter Ross.
MACDUFF See who comes here.
MALCOLM
My countryman, but yet I know him not.
MACDUFF
My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
MALCOLM
I know him now.—Good God betimes remove
The means that makes us strangers!
ROSS Sir, amen.
MACDUFF
Stands Scotland where it did?
ROSS Alas, poor country,
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing
But who knows nothing is once seen to smile;
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rent the air
Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems
A modern ecstasy. The dead man’s knell
Is there scarce asked for who, and good men’s lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying or ere they sicken.
MACDUFF
O relation too nice and yet too true!
MALCOLM What’s the newest grief?
ROSS
That of an hour’s age doth hiss the speaker.
Each minute teems a new one.
MACDUFF How does my wife?
ROSS Why, well.
MACDUFF And all my children?
ROSS Well too.
MACDUFF
The tyrant has not battered at their peace?
ROSS
No, they were well at peace when I did leave ’em.
MACDUFF
Be not a niggard of your speech. How goes ’t?
ROSS
When I came hither to transport the tidings
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor
Of many worthy fellows that were out;
Which was to my belief witnessed the rather
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�For that I saw the tyrant’s power afoot.
Now is the time of help. Your eye in Scotland
Would create soldiers, make our women fight
To doff their dire distresses.
MALCOLM Be ’t their comfort
We are coming thither. Gracious England hath
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
An older and a better soldier none
That Christendom gives out.
ROSS Would I could answer
This comfort with the like. But I have words
That would be howled out in the desert air,
Where hearing should not latch them.
MACDUFF What concern
they—
The general cause, or is it a fee-grief
Due to some single breast?
ROSS No mind that’s honest
But in it shares some woe, though the main part
Pertains to you alone.
MACDUFF If it be mine,
Keep it not from me. Quickly let me have it.
ROSS
Let not your ears despise my tongue forever,
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
That ever yet they heard.
MACDUFF Hum! I guess at it.
ROSS
Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes
Savagely slaughtered. To relate the manner
Were on the quarry of these murdered deer
To add the death of you.
MALCOLM Merciful heaven!—
What, man, ne’er pull your hat upon your brows.
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak
Whispers the o’erfraught heart and bids it break.
MACDUFF My children too?
ROSS
Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.
MACDUFF
And I must be from thence? My wife killed too?
ROSS I have said.
MALCOLM Be comforted.
Let’s make us med’cines of our great revenge
To cure this deadly grief.
MACDUFF
He has no children. All my pretty ones?
Did you say “all”? O hell-kite! All?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
MALCOLM Dispute it like a man.
MACDUFF I shall do so,
But I must also feel it as a man.
I cannot but remember such things were
That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on
And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
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�They were all struck for thee! Naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now.
MALCOLM
Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief
Convert to anger. Blunt not the heart; enrage it.
MACDUFF
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,
Cut short all intermission! Front to front
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself.
Within my sword’s length set him. If he ’scape,
Heaven forgive him too.
MALCOLM This tune goes manly.
Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready;
Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you
may.
The night is long that never finds the day.
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They exit.
�ACT 5
Scene 1
Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman.
DOCTOR I have two nights watched with you but can
perceive no truth in your report. When was it she
last walked?
GENTLEWOMAN Since his Majesty went into the field, I
have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown
upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper,
fold it, write upon ’t, read it, afterwards seal it, and
again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast
sleep.
DOCTOR A great perturbation in nature, to receive at
once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of
watching. In this slumb’ry agitation, besides her
walking and other actual performances, what at any
time have you heard her say?
GENTLEWOMAN That, sir, which I will not report after
her.
DOCTOR You may to me, and ’tis most meet you
should.
GENTLEWOMAN Neither to you nor anyone, having no
witness to confirm my speech.
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Enter Lady Macbeth with a taper.
Lo you, here she comes. This is her very guise and,
upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.
DOCTOR How came she by that light?
GENTLEWOMAN Why, it stood by her. She has light by
her continually. ’Tis her command.
DOCTOR You see her eyes are open.
GENTLEWOMAN Ay, but their sense are shut.
DOCTOR What is it she does now? Look how she rubs
her hands.
GENTLEWOMAN It is an accustomed action with her to
seem thus washing her hands. I have known her
continue in this a quarter of an hour.
LADY MACBETH Yet here’s a spot.
DOCTOR Hark, she speaks. I will set down what comes
from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more
strongly.
LADY MACBETH Out, damned spot, out, I say! One. Two.
Why then, ’tis time to do ’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my
lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear
who knows it, when none can call our power to
account? Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him?
DOCTOR Do you mark that?
LADY MACBETH The Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is
she now? What, will these hands ne’er be clean? No
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�more o’ that, my lord, no more o’ that. You mar all
with this starting.
DOCTOR Go to, go to. You have known what you should
not.
GENTLEWOMAN She has spoke what she should not,
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I am sure of that. Heaven knows what she has
known.
LADY MACBETH Here’s the smell of the blood still. All
the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
hand. O, O, O!
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DOCTOR What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely
charged.
GENTLEWOMAN I would not have such a heart in my
bosom for the dignity of the whole body.
DOCTOR Well, well, well.
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GENTLEWOMAN Pray God it be, sir.
DOCTOR This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have
known those which have walked in their sleep,
who have died holily in their beds.
LADY MACBETH Wash your hands. Put on your nightgown.
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Look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo’s
buried; he cannot come out on ’s grave.
DOCTOR Even so?
LADY MACBETH To bed, to bed. There’s knocking at the
gate. Come, come, come, come. Give me your
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hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to
bed, to bed.
Lady Macbeth exits.
DOCTOR Will she go now to bed?
GENTLEWOMAN Directly.
DOCTOR
Foul whisp’rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds
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Do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine than the physician.
God, God forgive us all. Look after her.
Remove from her the means of all annoyance
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And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night.
My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.
I think but dare not speak.
GENTLEWOMAN Good night, good doctor.
They exit.
Scene 2
Drum and Colors. Enter Menteith, Caithness, Angus,
Lennox, and Soldiers.
MENTEITH
The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes
Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm
Excite the mortified man.
ANGUS Near Birnam Wood
Shall we well meet them. That way are they coming.
CAITHNESS
Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
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�LENNOX
For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file
Of all the gentry. There is Siward’s son
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And many unrough youths that even now
Protest their first of manhood.
MENTEITH What does the tyrant?
CAITHNESS
Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.
Some say he’s mad; others that lesser hate him
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Do call it valiant fury. But for certain
He cannot buckle his distempered cause
Within the belt of rule.
ANGUS Now does he feel
His secret murders sticking on his hands.
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Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach.
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
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MENTEITH Who, then, shall blame
His pestered senses to recoil and start
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself for being there?
CAITHNESS Well, march we on
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To give obedience where ’tis truly owed.
Meet we the med’cine of the sickly weal,
And with him pour we in our country’s purge
Each drop of us.
LENNOX Or so much as it needs
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To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.
Make we our march towards Birnam.
They exit marching.
Scene 3
Enter Macbeth, the Doctor, and Attendants.
MACBETH
Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all.
Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane
I cannot taint with fear. What’s the boy Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
“Fear not, Macbeth. No man that’s born of woman
Shall e’er have power upon thee.” Then fly, false
thanes,
And mingle with the English epicures.
The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
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Enter Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where got’st thou that goose-look?
SERVANT There is ten thousand—
MACBETH Geese, villain?
SERVANT Soldiers, sir.
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�MACBETH
Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine
Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
SERVANT The English force, so please you.
MACBETH
Take thy face hence.
Seyton!—I am sick at heart
When I behold—Seyton, I say!—This push
Will cheer me ever or disseat me now.
I have lived long enough. My way of life
Is fall’n into the sere, the yellow leaf,
And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have, but in their stead
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath
Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare
not.—
Seyton!
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Servant exits.
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Enter Seyton.
SEYTON
What’s your gracious pleasure?
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MACBETH What news more?
SEYTON
All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.
MACBETH
I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
Give me my armor.
SEYTON ’Tis not needed yet.
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MACBETH I’ll put it on.
Send out more horses. Skirr the country round.
Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine
armor.—
How does your patient, doctor?
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DOCTOR Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
That keep her from her rest.
MACBETH Cure her of that.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
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Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
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DOCTOR Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
MACBETH
Throw physic to the dogs. I’ll none of it.—
Come, put mine armor on. Give me my staff.
Attendants begin to arm him.
Seyton, send out.—Doctor, the thanes fly from
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me.—
Come, sir, dispatch.—If thou couldst, doctor, cast
�The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo
That should applaud again.—Pull ’t off, I say.—
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug
Would scour these English hence? Hear’st thou of
them?
DOCTOR
Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation
Makes us hear something.
MACBETH Bring it after me.—
I will not be afraid of death and bane
Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane.
DOCTOR, aside
Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
Profit again should hardly draw me here.
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They exit.
Scene 4
Drum and Colors. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff,
Siward’s son, Menteith, Caithness, Angus, and Soldiers,
marching.
MALCOLM
Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.
MENTEITH We doubt it nothing.
SIWARD
What wood is this before us?
MENTEITH The Wood of Birnam.
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MALCOLM
Let every soldier hew him down a bough
And bear ’t before him. Thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host and make discovery
Err in report of us.
SOLDIER It shall be done.
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SIWARD
We learn no other but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane and will endure
Our setting down before ’t.
MALCOLM ’Tis his main hope;
For, where there is advantage to be given,
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Both more and less have given him the revolt,
And none serve with him but constrainèd things
Whose hearts are absent too.
MACDUFF Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
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Industrious soldiership.
SIWARD The time approaches
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
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But certain issue strokes must arbitrate;
Towards which, advance the war.
They exit marching.
�Scene 5
Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers, with Drum and
Colors.
MACBETH
Hang out our banners on the outward walls.
The cry is still “They come!” Our castle’s strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn. Here let them lie
Till famine and the ague eat them up.
Were they not forced with those that should be
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We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home.
A cry within of women.
What is that noise?
SEYTON
It is the cry of women, my good lord.
He exits. 10
MACBETH
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
The time has been my senses would have cooled
To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in ’t. I have supped full with horrors.
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Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.
Enter Seyton.
Wherefore was that cry?
SEYTON The Queen, my lord, is dead.
MACBETH She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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Enter a Messenger.
Thou com’st to use thy tongue: thy story quickly.
MESSENGER Gracious my lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do ’t.
MACBETH Well, say, sir.
MESSENGER
As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought
The Wood began to move.
MACBETH Liar and slave!
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�MESSENGER
Let me endure your wrath if ’t be not so.
Within this three mile may you see it coming.
I say, a moving grove.
MACBETH If thou speak’st false,
Upon the next tree shall thou hang alive
Till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much.—
I pull in resolution and begin
To doubt th’ equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth. “Fear not till Birnam Wood
Do come to Dunsinane,” and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane.—Arm, arm, and out!—
If this which he avouches does appear,
There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
I ’gin to be aweary of the sun
And wish th’ estate o’ th’ world were now
undone.—
Ring the alarum bell!—Blow wind, come wrack,
At least we’ll die with harness on our back.
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They exit.
Scene 6
Drum and Colors. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, and
their army, with boughs.
MALCOLM
Now near enough. Your leafy screens throw down
And show like those you are.—You, worthy uncle,
Shall with my cousin, your right noble son,
Lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and we
Shall take upon ’s what else remains to do,
According to our order.
SIWARD Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant’s power tonight,
Let us be beaten if we cannot fight.
MACDUFF
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
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They exit.
Alarums continued.
Scene 7
Enter Macbeth.
MACBETH
They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What’s he
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.
Enter young Siward.
YOUNG SIWARD What is thy name?
MACBETH Thou ’lt be afraid to hear it.
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�YOUNG SIWARD
No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.
MACBETH My name’s Macbeth.
YOUNG SIWARD
The devil himself could not pronounce a title
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More hateful to mine ear.
MACBETH No, nor more fearful.
YOUNG SIWARD
Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
They fight, and young Siward is slain.
MACBETH Thou wast born of
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woman.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandished by man that’s of a woman born.
He exits.
Alarums. Enter Macduff.
MACDUFF
That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine,
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My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still.
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
Are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword with an unbattered edge
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
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By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune,
And more I beg not.
He exits. Alarums.
Enter Malcolm and Siward.
SIWARD
This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered.
The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight,
The noble thanes do bravely in the war,
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.
MALCOLM We have met with foes
That strike beside us.
SIWARD Enter, sir, the castle.
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They exit. Alarum.
Scene 8
Enter Macbeth.
MACBETH
Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
Enter Macduff.
MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!
�MACBETH
Of all men else I have avoided thee.
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But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
MACDUFF I have no words;
My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out.
Fight. Alarum. 10
MACBETH Thou losest labor.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield
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To one of woman born.
MACDUFF Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped.
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MACBETH
Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed
That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear
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And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.
MACDUFF Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o’ th’ time.
We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole, and underwrit
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“Here may you see the tyrant.”
MACBETH I will not yield
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet
And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.
Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane
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And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries “Hold! Enough!”
They exit fighting. Alarums.
They enter fighting, and Macbeth is slain. Macduff
exits carrying off Macbeth’s body. Retreat and flourish.
Enter, with Drum and Colors, Malcolm, Siward, Ross,
Thanes, and Soldiers.
MALCOLM
I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
SIWARD
Some must go off; and yet by these I see
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
MALCOLM
Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
ROSS
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.
He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
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�But like a man he died.
SIWARD Then he is dead?
ROSS
Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?
ROSS
Ay, on the front.
SIWARD Why then, God’s soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death;
And so his knell is knolled.
MALCOLM
He’s worth more sorrow, and that I’ll spend for
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SIWARD He’s worth no more.
They say he parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him. Here comes newer
comfort.
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Enter Macduff with Macbeth’s head.
MACDUFF
Hail, King! for so thou art. Behold where stands
Th’ usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
Hail, King of Scotland!
ALL Hail, King of Scotland!
MALCOLM
We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves
And make us even with you. My thanes and
kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honor named. What’s more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen
(Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands,
Took off her life)—this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place.
So thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
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Flourish.
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Flourish. All exit.
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Macbeth
Fordította Kállay Géza
I. felvonás
1.1.
[Mennydörgés és villámlás. Belép három BOSZORKÁNY.]
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Mikor leszünk megint hárman?
Mennydörgős szél viharában?
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Ha a gomoly tisztább lett,
Csatát veszt és nyer a tett.
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Nem lesz még éj nap helyett.
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
És hol a hely?
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
A mezőn.
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Megyünk, s Macbeth odajön.
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Szürke macska, jövök már.
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Hív a varangy.
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Most mindjár’…
MIND
Rút a jó, és szép a rossz,
Ködmocsokba oszladozz.
1.2.
[Kürtszó. Belép a KIRÁLY [DUNCAN], MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX
kísérőkkel; egy KAPITÁNY- nyal találkoznak, aki vérzik.]
�DUNCAN
Miféle véres embert látok ott?
Ahogy kinéz, biztosan szemtanúként
Számolhat be a csata állásáról.
MALCOLM
Ez a tiszt az a remek katona, apám,
Aki nem hagyta, hogy fogságba essek.
Üdv neked, bátor barátom! Beszéld el
A Királynak, hogy forrt az ütközet
Mielőtt idejöttél.
KAPITÁNY
Kétesen…,
Mint két kimerült úszó, ha egymásba
Csimpaszkodik, és épp azt fojtja meg,
Amit legjobban tud. A kegyetlen
Macdonwald (híres lázadó, hiszen
Elborítja, rajta csüng
A természet minden aljassága)
A Hebridák felől talpasaival
És lándzsásaival nyugatról támadt,
S a Szerencse, mintha kurvája lenne,
Az ő ütegére mosolygott.
De hiába, mert a bátor Macbeth
(Illik rá a jelző!) suhogó vasával,
Mely párállott az ölésben a vértől,
Fittyet hányt a Szerencsének, és mint
Hősök közt főhős, kimetszette útját;
Szeme a lázadó szemébe mélyedt,
Annyit sem mondott: „befellegzett”, csak
Felhasította a köldökétől állig,
A fejét meg a vár fokára tűzte.
DUNCAN
Ó, vitéz rokon; kiváló ember!
KAPITÁNY
Mint mikor zeniten van a tavaszi nap,
És megszakasztja viharok dühét,
Ennek épp az ellenképe támadt,
És vigasz helyett dagadt a veszély.
Figyelj, nagy skót király, figyelj:
Mihelyt a csőcselék menekülőre fogta,
Sarkukban a hősies igazsággal,
A norvég király esélyt szimatolt,
És fényes pengékkel, pihent erőkkel
Új támadásba lendült.
�DUNCAN
Megijedt-e ettől Macbeth és Banquo,
A mi két parancsnokunk?
KAPITÁNY
Persze, mint sas a verébtől vagy oroszlán a nyúltól.
Így volt: mint mikor az ágyúban dupla
Töltet dördül, kétszer-kétszeres erővel
Estek az ellenségre. Hogy vérgőzfürdő
Volt-e vágyuk vagy egy új Golgota,
Nem tudom.
De rosszul vagyok, tátong a sebem.
DUNCAN
Szavad éppúgy illik hozzád, mint a seb:
Becsületedre válik. Küldjetek orvosért.
[KAPITÁNY el, kísérettel.]
Ki jön itt?
MALCOLM
Ross vitéz thánja, felséges uram.
LENNOX
Egész lényéből sürgetés sugárzik,
Az ilyen ember különös hírmondó.
ROSS
Isten áldja királyunkat!
DUNCAN
Honnan jössz, nemes thán?
ROSS
Fife-ból, uralkodóm,
Ahol a lehajló norvég zászlók
Legyezőként dicsérik a legyőzőt.
Nyüzsgött a norvég, maga a király
Vezette őket, s az aljas áruló:
Cawdor thánja: ő új frontot nyitott,
De Bellona vőlegénye biztos
Páncélban szembeszállt vele,
S mintha önmagával küzdene,
Kard kard ellen, ide-oda: a lázadó
Kedvét megnyirbálta. A komor helyzet
A mi javunkra fordult, egy szó mint száz:
Miénk a győzelem!
�DUNCAN
Micsoda öröm!
ROSS
Most ez a Sweno, a norvég király,
Békéért esdekel, de nem engedjük,
Hogy a halottait eltemesse,
Míg Saint Colm Inchben nem helyez letétbe
Tízezer tallért jóvátételként.
DUNCAN
Cawdor thánja sem él vissza többé
A bizalmunkkal; végeztesd ki,
S ami övé volt, Macbethé legyen.
ROSS
Igenis, uram.
DUNCAN
Amit veszített, Macbeth nyerte el.
1.3.
[Mennydörgés. Belép a három BOSZORKÁNY.]
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Hol voltál, húgocskám?
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Disznót öltem.
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Hát te, nővérkénk?
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Egy hajós asszonyának térdén gesztenye,
Tömte, tömte, tömte magát, én mondom:
„Adjon má’ ”.
„Tágulj, boszorkány” – így a nagyfarú nyanya,
A férje, a Tigris hajó parancsnoka, Aleppóba ment,
Rostán oda vitorlázok,
Farkatlan patkánnyá válok,
Így teszek rá, így, így, így.
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Kaphatsz szelet.
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
�Hálás leszek.
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Tessék, még egy kis légáram.
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
A többi már itt van nálam;
Elérheti bármely partot,
Bújhat bármely sötét sarkot,
Ami rajta a térképen:
Ezt már meg nem ússza épen.
Kiszárítom! A szemhéját
Fölfeszíti nap és éj,
Ő lesz a gyűlölt személy.
Nyolcvanegy lankasztó héten,
Aszik, töpped, mondja: „végem”,
Bár bárkája nem vész el,
Vihart épp, hogy átvészel.
Nézd csak, mim van!
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Muti, muti!
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Egy kormányost a szél fújta,
Hajója tört, meg egy ujja.
Közeli dobszó.
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Dobszó, dobszó,
Macbeth-hozó!
MIND
Három nővér, vészlények,
Vízen, földön rémségek,
Kéz a kézben táncol körbe,
Neked három, nekem három,
Most még a kilencet várom,
Állj! Meghúztuk a varázskört.
[Jön MACBETH és BANQUO.]
MACBETH
Sosem volt még ennyire szép és rossz napom.
BANQUO
Mennyire van ide Forres? – Mik ezek,
Vad öltözetben, lógó, gyér ruhában?
Nem úgy néznek ki, mint a föld lakói.
�És mégis rajta állnak? – Éltek? Egyáltalán:
Ember föltehet nektek kérdéseket?
Azt hiszem, értitek, amit mondok,
Mert mind egyszerre rücskös ujját vékony
Szájára nyomja: nőknek mondanálak,
De a szakállatok rám cáfol.
MACBETH
Beszéljetek, ha tudtok: mik vagytok?
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Éljen Macbeth, üdv neked, Glamis thánja!
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Éljen Macbeth, üdv neked, Cawdor thánja!
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Éljen Macbeth, a későbbi király!
BANQUO
Uram, összerándulsz? Az riaszt, ami
Éppen szépen hangzik? — Az igazságra
Kérlek: mondjátok, képzelődünk,
Vagy belül is azok vagytok, akik
Kívülről? Nemes társamat itt nagy
Jóindulattal, kedvező jóslattal
Köszöntitek: vagyonról, királyságról
Beszéltek: egészen belerévült.
Hozzám nem szóltok. Ha látjátok az
Idő vetését: melyik mag kel ki,
Melyik nem, ahhoz is szóljatok, aki
Nem kér pártfogást, de attól sem fél,
Hogy kegyvesztett lesz.
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Üdv!
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Üdv!
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Üdv!
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Kisebb leszel, mint Macbeth, és nagyobb.
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Nem olyan boldog, mégis boldogabb.
�HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Királyokat nemzel, te nem leszel az.
Éljen hát Macbeth és éljen Banquo!
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Banquo és Macbeth, üdv!
MACBETH
Maradjatok, ezt be kell még fejezni,
Beszéljetek tovább! Finel meghalt: jó,
Ezért vagyok Glamis, de hogyhogy Cawdor?
Cawdor thánja él, sikeres ember,
S hogy király leszek, annyira hihető,
Mint az, hogy Cawdor thánja. Mondjátok,
Honnan a titkos hír, és miért ezen
Az átkozott mezőn álltok elénk
Éljenző jóslatokkal? Ha nem szólsz,
Kényszerítlek.
[A BOSZORKÁNYOK eltűnnek.]
BANQUO
Van vízi, de földi buborék is,
Ezek olyanok voltak. Hová lettek?
MACBETH
A levegőbe, és ami testinek tűnt,
A szélbe tűnt, mint a lélegzeted. Bárcsak maradtak volna!
BANQUO
Megtörtént, amiről most beszélünk?
Vagy bolondgombát reggeliztünk,
S gondolkodásunkat az ejtette foglyul?
MACBETH
A gyerekeidből király lesz.
BANQUO
Te pedig király.
MACBETH
És Cawdor thánja is: nem így mondták?
BANQUO
Még a szavakat is így ejtették – ki van itt?
[Belép ROSS és ANGUS.]
ROSS
�A király örömmel vette, Macbeth,
Győzelmed híreit, személyes érdemed
A lázadók rémületével méri,
Küzd benne a bámulat s dicséret,
Töpreng, melyiket tartsa meg, s melyik
Legyen tiéd. Néma ámulattal
Nyugtázta, hogy ugyanaz a nap még
Ott talált a norvég sáncokon, s hogy nem
Riasztott a halál rémképe, melyet
Az ellenségre magad festettél fel.
Sűrűn estek be a hírnökök, s mint
Országunk oltalmazóját
Dicsérnek, s legendád fonalát
A király előtt gombolyítják le.
ANGUS
Királyurunk a köszönetét küldi,
Színe elé kéret, jutalmad ott
Kapod meg.
ROSS
S egy még nagyobb méltóság
Bizonyítékaként parancsolta,
Köszöntselek most úgy mint Cawdor thánját,
Úgyhogy: üdv neked, nemes thán,
Kiérdemelted.
BANQUO
Mi, az ördög is mondhat igazat?
MACBETH
Cawdor thánja él. Mért adod rám
A más ruháját?
ANGUS
A régi thán még él, ez igaz,
De életét nehéz ítélet nyomja:
Halálbüntetés.
Hogy a norvégokkal hogyan paktált össze,
Vagy titokban ment a hadisegély,
Vagy másképp árulta el hazáját,
Nem tudom. Idegenszívűségét
Megmutatta, bevallotta, mi pedig
Kivégezzük.
MACBETH
[Félre.]
Glamis és Cawdor thánja?
A legnagyobb hátra van. – Köszönöm nektek.
�[Banquóhoz]
Elhiszed-e, hogy fiadból király lesz?
Reménykedsz? Akik engem először
Cawdor ruhájába öltöztettek, neked ezt ígérték.
BANQUO
Egy találat van,
De új tháni címed lehet, arra
Lobbant, hogy a koronát vedd célba.
Különös, hogy gyakran a sötét erők
Igazat mondanak, így fordítanak
Magunk ellen; ártatlan semmiségek
Lesznek árulóink, s a következmény
A mélységbe ránt.
Testvéreim, egy szóra.
MACBETH
[Félre.]
Elhangzott két igazság,
Királydrámában termékeny prológus,
Ha alakul az első felvonás.
– Köszönöm, uraim. –
[Félre.]
Hogy ez a történet a földön túlról indul,
Lehet, hogy jó, de hozhat bajt is.
Ha bajt hoz, mért vagyok biztos a sikeremben?
Mért lett igaz? Cawdor thánja vagyok.
Ha jó, mért engedek a sejtetésnek,
A rémképnek, melytől a hajam égnek áll,
Békés szívem bordáimon dörömböl:
Ez nem természetes! A félelem itt és most
Nem annyi, mint az ábrázolt szörnyűség.
A gondolat csak képzeli még, hogy öl,
De úgy rázza létem állványzatát,
Hogy a cselekvés elméletekbe fullad,
És van a semmi, és az sincs, ami van.
BANQUO
Nézzétek, társunk hogy elmerült magában.
MACBETH
Ha úgy esik, hogy királlyá leszek,
Nos, akkor az alkalom ad majd koronát,
Nem mozdulok.
BANQUO
Új tisztességeket raktatok rá,
Különös ruha az: mint a földi test,
Csak ha használod, dől el, mennyit ér.
�MACBETH
Jöjjön, aminek jönnie kell:
Egyszer a legkeményebb nap is véget ér.
BANQUO
Nemes Macbeth, tőled függ, indulunk-e.
MACBETH
Bocsánatot kérek, zsibbadt agyam
Elfelejtett dolgokkal csatázott.
Köszönöm, uraim: ha életem könyvében
Lapozok, érdemetek ott szerepel majd
Minden oldalon. És most a királyhoz!
[Banquóhoz.]
Gondolkozz azon, ami ma megesett,
Jelentőségét később jobban látjuk,
S akkor szabadon beszélgetünk róla.
BANQUO
Nagyon szívesen.
MACBETH
Ennyi most elég. – Gyerünk, barátaim. [El.]
1.4.
[Kürtszó. Belép DUNCAN, LENNOX, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN és a kísérők.]
DUNCAN
Kivégezték már Cawdort?
A megbízottak visszajöttek?
MALCOLM
Nem jöttek még meg, felséges apám,
De beszéltem eggyel, aki látta a kivégzését,
És ő azt mondta, vallott, áruló volt,
Kegyelemért hozzád fellebbezett, és
Tettét mélyen megbánta. Semmi sem
Illett hozzá jobban életében, mint halála.
Úgy halt meg, mint a halál szakértője,
Úgy dobta el legféltettebb kincsét,
Mint holmi semmiséget.
DUNCAN
Az arcon
Nem találod, ki mit gondol belül.
Erre nincs módszer. Mindenkinél
Jobban bíztam benne.
�[Belép MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS és ANGUS.]
Ó, legkedvesebb rokon, mennyire
Nyomasztott a hálátlanság bűne!
Mindenki mást annyira megelőzöl,
Hogy a leggyorsabban felszárnyaló hála
Is lassan ér utol. Bár érdemelnél
Kevesebbet, akkor én szabhatnám ki
Köszönet és fizetség határát.
Csak annyit mondok: akkor is több járna,
Ha a mindent fizetnénk ki neked.
MACBETH
Maga a szolgálat és a hűség,
Amivel tartozom, már megéri.
Felséged – szerepe szerint – fogadja,
Amit teszünk érte, és a trónért,
Államért, gyermekekért: mindenkiért,
Aki szolgál. Ők meg teszik, amit kell,
Hogy kimutassák, szeretnek és becsülnek.
DUNCAN
Gyere, megölellek.
Most jó talajba ültettelek el,
Gondom lesz rá, hogy tovább növekedj.
Nemes Banquo: nem kevesebbet
Érdemelsz – és tudja meg mindenki,
Hogy ugyanannyit tettél – hadd ölellek!
BANQUO
Ha növekszem, tiéd az aratás.
DUNCAN
A bőséges öröm úgy élvezi
A teljességet, hogy bús könnyek mögé
Bújik. Fiaim, rokonok, thánok,
És ti, legközelebb hozzám, halljátok:
Későbbi birodalmunk idősebbik
Fiunkra alapítjuk: Malcolm mostantól
Cumberland hercege. Emellett pedig,
Érdem szerint, csillagok és sok más
Kitüntetés ragyog majd sokakon.
[MACBETH-hez.]
És most Invernessbe, hozzád:
Legyen köztünk szorosabb kötelék!
MACBETH
Ami most jön, majd értelmet ad annak,
�Hogy létezünk. Én magam viszem a hírt,
A feleségem boldog lesz, hogy jössz,
Ezért, engedelmeddel, távozom.
DUNCAN
Kedves, nagyszerű Cawdor.
MACBETH
[Félre.]
Cumberland hercege: olyan lépés,
Amelyen bukhatok, vagy át kell lépnem,
Mert utamban áll. Csillagok: tüzet szüntess.
A mélyfekete vágy nem a fényre vágyik,
Mikor a szem a kézzel összejátszik.
De az hadd legyen,
Ami, ha tett, megretten a szem. [El.]
DUNCAN
Milyen igaz, kedves Banquo: remek ember,
Kezeskedem érte! Egy hasas bankóm
Van rá (haha), egy lakoma nem laktat úgy,
Mintha őt nézed, vele töltekezel.
Most menjünk utána, előttünk jár,
Hogy gondoskodjon rólunk. Gyerünk!
1.5.
[Belép LADY MACBETH egyedül, levéllel a kezében, melyet éppen
olvas.]
LADY MACBETH
„…a siker napján találtak rám, és a legtökéletesebb bizonyítékkal
rendelkezem, hogy több lakik bennük, mint amit földi lény tudhat.
Amikor égtem a vágytól,hogy tovább kérdezzem őket, levegővé
változtatták magukat, ebben tűntek el. Amikor ámulatba merülve
álltam, egyszer csak követek érkeztek a királytól, akik Cawdor
thánjaként üdvözöltek, és ezzel a címmel köszöntöttek a vészlények
is, célozgatva az elkövetkezendő időre, így: „Üdv, király: aki
leszel”. Úgy gondoltam, jó, ha ezt tudatom veled, kedves kicsi
társam, akivel mindig is osztoztam, ha nagy volt a siker, hiszen
megfosztanálak valamitől, ami jár neked; tudnod kell, hogy te is
örülj, milyen nagy méltóságot ígértek neked. Mindezt szívedre bízom,
a viszontlátásig.”
Glamis vagy, és Cawdor vagy; s az leszel,
Amit ígértek – de félek, természetedben
Túlteng az emberi jóság langy teje,
Hogy rögtön cselekedj. Nagyra törsz, tudod,
Hogy mire vágysz, de nem kell a romlás,
Ami mindezzel jár. Amit akarsz,
�Azt megszentelve kéred, tisztán játszol,
Mégis rossz okból nyersz. Azt kívánod,
Glamis, ami kiált, hogy „így kell tenned,
Ha kellek neked”, de félsz megtenni,
S azt mondod: „hagyjuk el”. Gyorsan gyere,
És szellememet a füledbe öntöm,
S bátor nyelvemmel űzöm el, ami
Utadban áll a koronához, melyet,
Úgy tűnik, már fejedre tett a sors,
És valami természetfölötti.
[Belép egy SZOLGA.]
Mi történt? Van valami hír?
SZOLGA
Estére ideér a király.
LADY MACBETH
Mért beszélsz ilyen őrültségeket?
Urad nincsen vele? Ha így lenne,
Szólt volna, hogy készülődjünk.
SZOLGA
Úrnőm, jön urunk, Macbeth is, ez igaz,
Egy szolgatársam megelőzte, de
Úgy kapkodta a levegőt, hogy majdnem meghalt,
Mielőtt kilehelte az üzenetet.
LADY MACBETH
Adj neki valamit, fontos hírt hozott.
[SZOLGA el.]
LADY MACBETH
Rekedt maga a holló,
Aki hírül adja Duncan végzetes belépőjét
Kastélyom kapuján.
Gyertek, a sorsnak szolgáló szellemek,
Itt változtassatok át,
Ne számítson, hogy nőnek születtem.
A fejem búbjától a nagylábujjamig
Töltsön el a legriasztóbb kegyetlenség,
Legyen sűrű a vérem, zárjátok el
A megbánás útjait,
És ha a természet elgyengítene,
Ádáz vágyamat ne veszítsem el;
Ne támadjon rés szándék és cél között.
Két mellemben a tej legyen erjedt epe;
�Ti láthatatlan, gyilkoló segédek,
Álljatok lesben, hogy a természet
Rontását segítsétek.
Szállj le, sűrű éj, borítsd magad
A legtöményebb pokolfüstbe,
Hogy mohó késem ne lássa: sebet ejt,
S a menny ne kémleljen a sűrű takarón át,
Hogy azt kiáltsa: „Megállj!” és „Ne tedd!”
[Belép MACBETH.]
Nagy Glamis, drága Cawdor,
S még több azáltal, ami később vár rád,
Leveled kiemelt az értetlen jelenből,
És a jövőt a pillanatban érzem.
MACBETH
Drága szerelmem,
Duncan itt lesz ma éjjel.
LADY MACBETH
Mikor megy el?
MACBETH
Majd holnap, ez a terv.
LADY MACBETH
Kelő nap nem látja meg azt a holnapot.
Arcod nagy, nyitott könyv, drága thánom,
És benne másnak visszás a tartalom.
Úgy csald az időt, hogy idomulsz hozzá,
A szem, kéz, nyelv mondja: „Isten hozott”,
S míg úgy tűnsz nekik, mint szende virágszál,
Te légy a kígyó, mely alatta lapul.
Az érkezőt méltóan kell fogadni,
De ami az éjjeli ügyet illeti,
Azt bízd csak rám, s minden további éj
És rólunk szóló nap teljes hatalmú
Királya leszünk.
MACBETH
Jó, ezt majd megbeszéljük.
LADY MACBETH
Derűsen nézz,
A félelem nyomot hagy az arcon.
Ha megteszed, a többi az én harcom. [Mindketten el.]
1.6.
�[Fiúk fuvolával és fáklyások. Belép a DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,
BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS és kísérők.]
DUNCAN
Kellemes helyre épült ez a vár,
S a magaslati levegő jólesőn
Cirógatja fáradt szemem.
BANQUO
A nyár vendége,
A fészkét a templomfalra tapasztó
Fecske nem kedvelné így ezt a helyet,
Ha nem érezné a menny leheletét.
Nincs párkány, pillér, sarokív, falkönyök,
Ahová fészkét, ezt az ágyat,
Ezt az ingó bölcsőt
Ne építené nagy szakértelemmel:
Itt szeret költeni. Megfigyeltem,
Az ilyen helyen jó a levegő.
[Belép LADY MACBETH.]
DUNCAN
Ó, itt van a ház úrnője. – A kedvesség,
Amivel elhalmoznak, néha túl sok,
De azért nagyon kedves. Megtanítlak,
Hogyan kérd az Istent, hogy ő köszönje,
Amit értünk teszel.
LADY MACBETH
Minden szolgálat,
Ha kétszer tennénk, és megint még kétszer,
Kevés volna a tisztességhez képest,
Hogy urunk házunkba száll. Hálánknak
Széle-hossza nincs. Szegény remeteként
Köszönjük a régebbi és új tisztségeket,
Melyeket ránk ruházol.
DUNCAN
Merre van Cawdor thánja? Azt hittük,
Utolérjük, és mi fogadjuk őt,
De jó lovas, és szeretete,
Mint éles sarkantyú, hozta haza,
S előttünk célba ért. Drága úrnőm,
Ma éjjel te gondoskodj rólunk.
LADY MACBETH
Szolgáid, és a szolgák sok szolgája
�Kihallgatásra óhajod elé
Rakják majd mindenük, ami amúgy is
Mind tiéd volt.
DUNCAN
Add a kezed, vezess a ház urához,
Nagyon szeretjük, és a kegyeinket
Tovább élvezheti. [Kezét nyújtja.] Engedd meg, úrnőm.
1.7.
[Fiúk fuvolával, fáklyák. Feltűnik a főtálaló mester és különböző
szolgák tálakkal és más edényekkel a színpadon. Azután belép
MACBETH.]
MACBETH:
Ha meglenne a tett, amikor megvan,
Jó lenne, hogyha gyorsan lenne meg.
Ha a merényletből háló is lehetne,
Mely a halállal a következményt
Éppúgy elkapná, mint a sikert, ha
A csapás egyszerre lenne minden
Léte és vége egyben, akkor itt, itt,
Az idő innenső partján kockáztatnánk,
Ami még hátra van. Csakhogy ilyenkor
Itt van az ítélet, s a véres okítás,
Ha célba talál, épp oktatóját
Ízekre szedi. A pártatlan igazság
Préseli ajkunkra mérgezett poharát. —
Itt kétszeres a bizalma: rokona vagyok
És alattvalója, ez kétszeresen mond
Ellent a tettnek; énnekem kellene
Házigazdaként a gyilkos elől
Ajtó mögé zárnom, nemhogy még én
Legyek, aki feni a kést. Aztán meg
Ez a Duncan olyan jámbor lélek,
Olyan tiszta király, hogy jósága,
Mint angyal, harsonák hangján
Taszít a kárhozatba, ami rám vár,
Ha megölöm. És a szánalom, mint
Csupasz újszülött viharfelhő hátán,
Vagy mint ezer kerub, sok láthatatlan hírnök,
A lég mennyei paripáin ülve,
A rémes tettet úgy vágná szemünkbe,
Hogy a szél könnyekbe fúl. Nincs sarkantyúm
Hogy szándékom véknyát csiklandozzam,
Csak a nagyravágyás, mely akkorát lendül,
Hogy földre puffan a másik oldalon.
�[Belép LADY MACBETH.]
Mi van, mi újság?
LADY MACBETH
A vacsora végén tart.
Miért jöttél ki?
MACBETH
Kérdezte, hol vagyok?
LADY MACBETH
Hát persze, nem tudod?
MACBETH
Ne bolygassuk tovább ezt az ügyet.
Nemrég tüntetett ki, és mások is
Csillogó meséket szőnek rólam,
Még utolsó öltésük sincs rajta,
Máris szaggassam szét?
LADY MACBETH
Túl mámoros volt talán a remény,
Amibe burkolóztál? Vagy alszik
Azóta is? És most fölébred, mint
A zöldre sápadt másnaposság, és csak
Bámul arra, amit örömmel vállalt?
Mostantól így veszem, ha azt mondod: „szeretlek”.
Hát félsz elszántan tenni is azért,
Amiért a vágy gyötör? Életünk dísze
Neked is éppúgy kell, de ehhez sehogy
Sem illik ez a gyávaság, így élni
Te is szégyellsz: mikor a „nem merem”
Szolgál a „szeretném”-nek, ahogy
A kényes macska mondja a mesében.
MACBETH
Kérlek, elég,
Meg merem tenni, amit férfi merhet,
Aki többet mer, nem is ember.
LADY MACBETH
Akkor biztos egy szörny volt, aki múltkor
Tudtomra adta, mit határozott.
Amikor merted: akkor voltál férfi,
És mennyire férfi volnál akkor,
Ha még több lennél, mint az akkori.
Nem vágott egybe sem hely, sem idő:
Te létrehoztad volna mind a kettőt.
�Most egyszerre magukat megteremtik:
Most ettől vagy oda. Szoptattam már,
Tudom milyen egy kisbabát szeretni,
De fogatlan szájából tépném ki
A mellbimbómat, és míg mosolyog rám,
Loccsantanám szét azt a kis fejét,
Ha úgy adtam volna szavam, ahogy te.
MACBETH
És ha belebukunk?
LADY MACBETH
Mi? Belebukunk?
Húzd pattanásig bátorságod íját,
És nem bukunk el. Ha Duncan elalszik,
– S hamar pihenni hívja a mai
Hosszú út – a két testőrét borral
És más főzetekkel úgy elkábítom,
Hogy az emlékezet, az elme
Gondnoka, csak pára lesz, és cseppenként jut
Az ész lombikjába. Ha a két őr
Kábán, mint az állat, elázva hever,
Hullarészegen, akkor miénk
A gyámoltalan Duncan, és rajta bármit
Elvégezhetünk. És mészárlásunk
Bűnét mért ne fognánk a jól bevedelt
Testőreire?
MACBETH
Te csak fiút szülj,
Rettenthetetlen, acélos anyagod
Csak hímeket formálhat. Ha vérrel
Mázoljuk be a két bent alvó őrt,
S az ő tőrüket használjuk, elhiszik
Ennyiből, hogy ők a tettesek?
LADY MACBETH
Mi mást hihetne bárki, ha halálán
Őrjöngő gyászban jajveszékelünk?
MACBETH
Döntöttem és testemben minden ízem
A szörnyű mutatványra ajzom fel.
Gyere,
Szép külső csalja meg most a jelent,
Hamis arc rejtse, amit a rút szív
Kijelent.
II. felvonás
�2.1.
[Belép BANQUO és FLEANCE, az utóbbi fáklyát tart.]
BANQUO
Hány óra van, fiam?
FLEANCE
A hold lement; az óra nem ütött.
BANQUO
A hold ilyenkor éjfélkor megy le.
FLEANCE
Azt hiszem, ennél később van, uram.
BANQUO
Gyere, segíts levenni a kardom. –
A mennyben fukarkodnak a fénnyel,
Minden gyertyát elfújtak. – Ezt is fogd meg.
Ólmos fáradság üli minden tagom,
De nem tudok aludni. Adná az ég,
Hogy ne kelljen nyomasztó sejtelmekkel
Viaskodnom, melyeket a természet
Épp alvás közben küld.
[Belép MACBETH és egy SZOLGA fáklyával.]
Ide a kardot –
Ki az? Mit akar?
MACBETH
Jóbarát.
BANQUO
Hát nem alszol még, uram? A király
Lefeküdt, szokatlanul vidám volt,
A szolgáknak bő jutalmat osztott,
A háziasszonyok gyöngyének pedig
Ezt a gyémántot küldi, és igen
Elégedetten zárta a napot.
[Egy gyémántot ad át MACBETH-nek]
Azaz sötét van, mert a holdat és a csillagokat felhők borítják.
MACBETH
A szándék szabadságát vétségek
Nyomták el: készületlenek voltunk.
�BANQUO
Minden nagyon jó volt. — Múlt éjszaka
A három vészlény zavarta álmomat;
Volt igaz abban, amit neked mondtak.
MACBETH
Nem gondolok rájuk, de ha van egy
Nyugalmas óra, szenteljünk néhány szót
Ennek az ügynek, ha alkalmas neked.
BANQUO
Amikor neked is jó, örömmel.
MACBETH
Hidd el, csak becsületedre válhat,
Ha te is azt gondolod, amit én.
BANQUO
Efelől nincs kétségem, persze majd
Szabadon mondom, amit gondolok,
S nyilvánvaló lesz, kihez vagyok hű.
MACBETH
Hát akkor — jó éjt.
BANQUO
Köszönöm, neked is. [BANQUO, FLEANCE el.]
MACBETH [a SZOLGÁ-hoz]: Menj, kérd meg az úrnőd, hogy csengessen,
Ha kész az italom. Aztán meg ágyba! [SZOLGA el.]
Tőr az, amit magam előtt látok,
Markolattal a tenyerem felé?
Gyere, hadd kaplak el,
Nem foglak még, de látlak.
Halálos látvány, vajon érzékeimből
Csak a látásomnak adod át magad?
Vagy csupán az elme tőre volnál,
Hamis csinálmány, ami a túlfűtött
Agyból gőzölög elő? De látlak még,
Olyan tapinthatóan, mint ezt a tőrt,
Amit most húzok ki éppen.
Úgy vezetsz, mintha tudnád, mit akartam,
És ilyen eszköz kellett pont nekem.
Szemem a többi érzékem bolondja,
Vagy több, mint bármely másik. Látlak még,
Pengéden és a markolaton vérfolt:
Nem így volt eddig! — Ilyen dolog nincs.
Szemem szokik a véres feladathoz.
Most úgy tűnik, a világ egyik felén
�A természet halott, s a gonosz álom
Lopva kísérti az alvás függönyét.
Boszorkány áldoz sápadt Hekaténak,
A halványuló gyilkosságot farkas
Üvölti talpra, a hű éjjeli őr;
Mint kísértet, a gyilkos puhán lépdel,
Elnyújtva, bűverővel, Tarquinius
Nyomdokán. Lábam alatt te, kemény,
Szikár föld, ne halld meg lépteim,
Nehogy a kövek szólják el magukat,
S a rettenet kiszökjön az időből,
Most, amikor minden összevág.
De csak fenyegetőzöm, ő meg él,
Forró tettre minden szó jeges szél.
Csengettyű szól.
Megyek s megvan a tett. Hív a kis harang.
Ne halld meg Duncan, mert ez kongatja el,
Pokolra kerülsz-e, vagy mennybe fel. [El.]
2.2.
[Belép LADY MACBETH.]
LADY MACBETH
Bátorrá tett, amitől ők berúgtak,
Kialudtak — bennem ébred a tűz.
[Bagolyhuhogás.]
Csönd! Mi ez?
Bagoly rikolt a sors őrjáratán,
S kíván örök, végső jó éjszakát.
Most, mindjárt megteszi!
Az ajtó nyitva van. A két bódult
Őr horkol, más bajt nem csinálhat. Olyan
Szert tettem a pohárba, hogy vagy
Élet várja őket, vagy halál, majd
Meglátjuk, ki győz.
[MACBETH belép a háttérben két véres tőrrel a kezében.]
MACBETH
Ki az? Mi történt?
LADY MACBETH
Mi van, ha felébredtek, és nem sikerült?
Ha nincsen tett, csak bajt hoz ránk a próba.
Csönd! A tőröket odakészítettem,
Nem tévesztheti el. Ha nem hasonlít
�Úgy alvó apámra, én teszem meg.
Macbeth!
MACBETH
Megtettem. Meg! Hallottál valamit?
LADY MACBETH
Bagoly rikoltott, tücsök sírt, csak ennyit.
Mondtál valamit?
MACBETH
Mikor?
LADY MACBETH
Most.
MACBETH
Ahogy bejöttem?
LADY MACBETH
Igen.
MACBETH
Hallgasd csak!
Ki alszik a szomszédos szobában?
LADY MACBETH
Donalbain.
MACBETH
Szánalmas látvány.
LADY MACBETH
Ne mondj ilyet, ez ostobaság.
MACBETH
Az egyik felnevetett álmában,
A másik meg azt kiáltja: „Gyilkos!”
Fölébresztették egymást, ott álltam,
Hallottam őket, de imádkozni kezdtek,
S visszabújtak az ágyba.
LADY MACBETH
Ketten vannak abban a szobában.
MACBETH
„Isten, segíts” – szól az egyik, „Ámen”,
Mondja a másik, mintha észrevennék
A hóhér kezem. A borzongató
�Fohászra nem ment az „Ámen”, pedig
Próbáltam, mikor mondták: „Isten segíts!”
LADY MACBETH
Ne gyötörd magad ennyire.
MACBETH
De mért nem tudtam kimondani, „Ámen”?
Segítség kellett volna fentről,
De az „Ámen” a torkomban rekedt.
LADY MACBETH
Nem jó tetteinkről így gondolkodni,
Mind a ketten beleőrülünk.
MACBETH
Hallottam, valaki azt kiáltja: „Ne aludj
Tovább, Macbeth álmot öl”, az ártatlan
Álmot, mely kisimítja a ráncokat
A gondok zubbonyán, a mély álmot,
Mely elveszi minden nap életét,
Őrlődés gyógyfürdője, megrongált
Elme balzsama, tápláló éltetőnk,
A főfogás a természet asztalán.
LADY MACBETH
Mi van? Nem értem.
MACBETH
Az egész házban az visszhangzott: „Ne
Aludj, Glamis álmot gyilkol, ezért Cawdor
Sem alhat, Macbeth nem alhat többé.”
LADY MACBETH
Ugyan már, ki kiáltott volna?
Drága thánom, csak pazarlod az erőd,
Ha ilyen betegesen állítasz be
Mindent. Hozz egy kis vizet és mosd le
A kezedről ezt a mocskos tanút.
A tőröket meg mért hoztad ide?
Ott kellett volna hagyni. Vidd vissza,
És mázold be az őrök arcát vérrel.
MACBETH
Nem megyek vissza! Rágondolni is félek,
Hogy mit tettem, nem akarom látni,
Nem merem.
LADY MACBETH
�Mennyire gyenge lettél!
Kérem a tőröket! Az alvó vagy a holt
Csak kép, semmi más, gyermeki szem fél
A festett ördögtől. Ha vérzik még,
Az ő vérével kenem be a két őrt,
Ez lesz ellenük a koronatanú. [A tőrökkel el.]
[Kopogás kintről.]
MACBETH
Mi ez a kopogás? Mi van velem, hogy
Irtózom minden hangtól? Kié ez
A kéz? Nézd, kivájja a szemem!
Vajon Neptun hatalmas óceánja
Tisztára mossa kezem ennyi vértől?
Nem: ha minden tenger egyesül,
Kezem vörösre festi azt a zöld vizet!
[Belép Lady MACBETH.]
LADY MACBETH
A kezem olyan színű, mint a tiéd,
De szégyellném, ha a szívem ijedten
Sápadozna.
[Kopogás kintről.]
Kopogást hallok
A déli kapun. Zárkózzunk a szobánkba,
Nem kell sok víz, hogy lemossuk a tettet.
Milyen könnyű lesz akkor! Téged viszont
Elhagy minden erőd.
[Kopogás kintről.]
Hallgasd csak! Megint
Kopognak. Vegyél hálóruhát, nehogy
Azt higgyék, fent voltunk egész éjjel.
Ne merülj el ennyire magadban.
MACBETH
Hogy megtudjam, mit tettem, legjobb volna,
Ha már nem tudnám, ki vagyok.
[Kopogás kintről.]
Kopogj csak, ébreszd föl az alvó Duncant!
Bárcsak lehetne. [Elmennek.]
�2.3.
[Belép a KAPUS. Kívülről kopogás.]
KAPUS
Itt aztán van kopogás: ha az ember a pokol kapujában őrködne, már
rég elfordította volna a kulcsot.
[Kopogás]
Kip-kop. Ki az ott, Belzebub nevében? Itt jön egy módos gazda, aki
felakasztotta magát, mert bő termést remélt. A legjobbkor jössz –
remélem, van zsebkendőd, mert mész az izzasztóba.
[Kopogás.]
Kip-kop. Ki az ott… na, a… másik ördög nevében? Á, itt van egy
mindent kimagyarázó… a csúsztatások mestere, aki esküdni is úgy tud,
hogy az igazság mérlegén mindkét serpenyőt mozgásba hozza egymás
ellen; épp elég árulást követett el Isten nevében, mégse tudta
becsúsztatni magát a mennyországba. Na, gyere, kedves mester.
[Kopogás.]
Kip-kop. Ki van ott? De hiszen ez egy angol szabó, akinek épp most
bújik ki az izéje a legutolsó francia divat szerint készült
nadrágból. Gyere, szabó, itt megsütheted a libuskádat.
[Kopogás.]
Kip-kop. Hát már sohase lesz itten csend? Mégis, mit gondoltok, hol
vagytok? De ez a hely nem lehet a pokol, ahhoz túl hideg. Elég volt
az ördög-kapusságból. Csak néhány hivatalos csúsztatót akartam
beengedni, akik puha rugózású hintón tartanak az örök máglya felé.
[Kopogás.]
Mindjárt,mindjárt, no; ejnye, de sürgős! Kérem, ne felejtkezzenek el
a kapusról.
[Belép MACDUFF és LENNOX.]
MACDUFF
Hogy van ez barátom, olyan késő volt,
Mikor ágyba mentél, hogy most
Korán van a késői kelés?
KAPUS
Parancsára, uram, a második kakasszóig mulattunk, és az ital, uram,
három dolgot is felpiszkál.
MACDUFF
Na, mi az a három, amit az ital különösen felpiszkál?
KAPUS
Az az igazság uram, hogy az orrpirosítást, az alvást és a vizelést.
Viszont ami a bujálkodást illeti, azt felpiszkálja és bepiszkítja:
felpiszkálja a vágyat, de elmarad az előadás. Ezért aztán a sok
italra lehet mondani, hogy értelmeinek megfelelően egy ivású, akarom
�mondani egy ívású a bujasággal: felhevít-lekonyít, megrakatjaelrakatja, felcsinál-becsinál, megcsinálja-kicsinálja, feláll, de
aztán meg leáll. Összefoglalva: az ivás és a bujaság együtt
lefekteti az igazságot… aludni… oszt jó napot.
MACDUFF
Úgy látom, téged alaposan két vállra fektetett.
KAPUS
Ahogy mondja, uram, még a torkomat is szorongatta alulról, de aztán
én torkoltam le, és azt hiszen, én voltam az erősebb, mert ugyan
többször levett a lábamról… hányszor is? … minden esetre … hánytam,
mert nem engedtem, hogy elszédítsen és megtévesszen ... szóval …
lehánytam a lábam.
[Belép MACBETH.]
MACDUFF
Felkelt a gazdád, úgy látom,
Biztos a kopogás ébresztette fel,
Itt jön.
LENNOX
Jó reggelt, uram!
MACBETH
Jó reggelt nektek is.
MACDUFF
Felkelt-e már a király, thán uram?
MACBETH
Még nem.
MACDUFF
Meghagyta, hogy jó időben keltsem.
Majdnem késtem egy órát.
MACBETH
Máris viszlek hozzá.
MACDUFF
Tudom, hogy ez kedves kötelesség,
De azért feladat.
MACBETH
Az ilyen munka éppen, hogy pihentet.
Arra van az ajtaja.
�MACDUFF
Nem szívesen zavarom, de most ez
A dolgom. [Kimegy.]
LENNOX
Már ma útnak indul a király?
MACBETH
Igen, így rendelkezett.
LENNOX
Ma éjjel minden nyugtalan volt, ahol
Aludtunk, ledőlt a kémény, s azt mondják,
Furcsa jajongást hordott-vitt a szél,
Halálsikolyt, rémisztő szájból ömlő
Jóslatot gomolygó zűrzavarról,
Amikor események roncsait
Sodorja bús korunk. A vészmadár
Zengett az életünkre örökös
Éjszakát. Azt rebesgetik, a föld
Belázasodott, rázta a hideg.
MACBETH
Nehéz éjszaka volt.
LENNOX
Nem éltem még sokat, de ilyenre
Nem emlékszem.
[Belép MACDUFF.]
MACDUFF
Iszony! Iszony! Iszony!
Nincs rá a szívben kép, a nyelvben szó!
MACBETH és LENNOX
Miért, mi történt?
MACDUFF
A romlás megalkotta mesterművét.
Szentséggyalázó gyilkosság törte
Át az Úr magasztos házának falát,
S ellopta az építmény életét.
MACBETH
Mit mondtál? Életét?
LENNOX
Csak nem felséges urunkról beszélsz?
�MACDUFF
Menjetek be, és nézzetek egy új
Gorgó szemébe, csak nehogy kőszobor
Legyen belőletek. Nincsen szavam,
Lássatok és beszéljetek ti.
[MACBETH és LENNOX el.]
Felkelni, felkelni,
Harangot félre verni, gyilkosság és
Felségárulás! Banquo és Donalbain,
Malcolm, mindenki fel, az álmot,
A halál ábrázatát, vessétek le,
Mert valóság vár: maga a halál,
A végítélet képe. Keljetek már,
Hé, Malcolm, Banquo, mint sírból jövő
Szellemek siessetek, a rettenet
Ezt kívánja.
[Félreverik a harangot. Belép LADY MACBETH.]
LADY MACBETH
Ki fújja itt a borzalom kürtjelét,
Amitől összecsődül az egész
Alvó ház? Beszélj már! Beszélj!
MACDUFF
Ó, asszonyom,
Az én szavam most nem hölgynek való,
Egy nő fülébe jutva újra ölne,
És úgy pottyanna ki.
[Belép BANQUO.]
Ó, Banquo, Banquo,
Felséges királyunkat meggyilkolták.
LADY MACBETH
Jaj nekem, borzalom,
Itt, a mi kastélyunkban?
BANQUO
Ez bárhol iszonyat. Kedves Macduff,
Vond vissza a szavad, és mondd,
Hogy nem igaz.
[Belép MACBETH és LENNOX.]
�MACBETH
Ha egy órával ezelőtt meghalok,
Boldogan éltem volna. Mostantól
Semmi sem komoly itt, a földi létben.
Minden játékszer, halott a rang, a fény,
Az élet borát lefejték, csak sűrű
Alja az ég büszkesége.
[Bejön MALCOLM és DONALBAIN.]
DONALBAIN
Valaki rosszul van?
MACBETH
Ti vagytok, csak még nem tudjátok.
A véretek forrása, kútfeje
Elapadt, maga az élet-kút
Apadt ki.
MACDUFF
Apátokat megölték.
MALCOLM
Kicsoda?
LENNOX
Minden jel azt mutatja, az őrök
Tették, a belső emberek. Sok vér
Csúfítja arcuk és kezük, a két
Véres tőrt párnájukon megtaláltuk,
Le sem törölték; csak bámultak bután,
Nem lett volna szabad megbízni bennük.
MACBETH
Mennyire bánom már, hogy haragomban
Mindkettőt megöltem.
MACDUFF
Hogyan tehetted ezt?
MACBETH
Ki tud egyszerre bölcs és dühös lenni,
Kábultan mérlegelni hűség és jog között?
Az nem is ember. Vad szeretetem
Meglódult, nem lassította ész. Ott
Feküdt Duncan, ezüstös bőrét arany
Csipkével verte ki a vér, s mint hitszegés
A természettel szemben, egy-egy tátongó
Sebe omladék volt, melyen betört
�A rontás. S a gyilkosok mesterségük
Bíborában; a tőrök markolatig
Ragacsosak a vértől – nem, itt nem
Volt visszaút annak, aki igazán
Szerette, s tudta, hogy ezt bátorsággal
Hogyan mutassa ki.
LADY MACBETH
Segítség, jaj!
MACDUFF
Valaki segítsen.
[LADY MACBETH kimegy, támogatják.]
MALCOLM
[DONALBAIN-hez] Mondd, miért nem moccan a nyelvünk,holott
Az ügy leginkább minket érint?
DONALBAIN
[MALCOLM-hoz] Mit mondhatnánk, ha itt minden odúban
Végzet ülhet, hogy lecsapjon ránk?
Meneküljünk. A könnyet forralni kell.
MALCOLM
[DONALBAIN-hez] A mély gyász még csak álldogál
szívünkben.
BANQUO
Nézzük meg, hogy van a Lady.
S ha úrrá lettünk kissé fájdalmunkon,
Tanácskozzunk, és hatoljunk a véres
Tett mélyére. Kétely és félelem
Gyötör mindannyiunkat. De a nagy
Isten színe előtt állva keresem
A rejtett indítékot, harcolok
Az áruló gonosz ellen.
MACDUFF
Én is!
MIND
Én is, én is!
MACBETH
Vegyünk magunkra emberibb ruhát,
És találkozzunk kint, a nagyteremben.
MIND
�Helyes, helyes.
[Mindenki kimegy, kivéve MALCOLM-ot és DONALBAIN-t.]
MALCOLM
Te mit teszel most? Ne menjünk közéjük,
Nem érzett bánat könnyen tettethető;
Rossz ember ebből él. Átszököm Angliába.
DONALBAIN
Én meg Írországba. Ha elválunk,
A biztonság nagyobb. Itt minden ember
Tőrt rejt mosolyában, egy vérrokon
Könnyen véres lehet.
MALCOLM
A gyilkos nyíl
Az íj idegén ül még, mi ne legyünk
A céltáblájukon. Nyergeljünk gyorsan,
Hosszasan nem búcsúzunk, elsurranunk.
Senki sem tolvaj, ha életét lopja:
Magát fogja ki, ha valami foglya.
2.4.
[Belép ROSS egy ÖREGEMBER-rel.]
ÖREG
Az elmúlt hetven évre jól emlékszem,
Vaskos kötet ez a hosszú idő,
Megéltem szörnyű, különös dolgokat,
De a múlt éjjelhez egyik sem fogható.
ROSS
A menny, jó öreg, bizony ránk ijeszt:
Borzasztja, hogyan alakít az ember
Ezen a lenti, véres színpadon.
Most nappal volna, de az úti lámpást
Elfojtja a sötét. Túl sok az éj,
Vagy a nap szégyenkezik, hogy a föld
Arcát sötét földeli el, és nem
Csókolhatja élénk sugarával?
ÖREG
Ez éppúgy természetellenes, mint a
Tett, ami megtörtént. Múlt kedden is egy
Sólyom büszkén szárnyalt, toronymagasan,
Egerésző bagoly csapott le rá,
És megölte.
�ROSS
És Duncan lovai – tényleg rendkívüli –
Mind gyors és pompás, fajtájuk legjava,
Visszavadultak, s béklyót szakítva,
Istállót törve úgy lázadtak fel, mint
Aki ember ellen visel háborút.
ÖREG
Azt mondják, fel is falták egymást.
ROSS
Így volt, csak bámultam a döbbenettől.
[Belép MACDUFF.]
ROSS
Nahát, itt a jó Macduff. Mondd, mi újság?
MACDUFF
Kérlek: csak nézz körül.
ROSS
Tudják-e már
Ki tette ezt a több, mint véres tettet?
MACDUFF
Az őrök, akiket Macbeth megölt.
ROSS
Micsoda nap; volt okuk vagy mentségük?
MACDUFF
Pénzért csinálták. Malcolm és Donalbain,
A két királyfi titokban megszökött,
Ezért gyanítható erősen, hogy
Kik a tettesek.
ROSS
Még több lázadás ez
A természet ellen. Pazarló
A becsvágy, amely épp azt rontja,
Amiből épült. Valószínű tehát,
Hogy a királyság most Macbethre száll.
MACDUFF
Nevét már kihirdették, és Scone-ba
Ment, hogy beiktassák.
�ROSS
És Duncan teste hol van?
MACDUFF
Colmkillbe vitték,
Minden ősének csontja ott pihen.
ROSS
Te elmész Scone-ba?
MACDUFF
Nem, haza tartok, Fife-ba, jó rokon.
ROSS
Én viszont Scone-ba.
MACDUFF
Bárcsak mindent rendben találnál ott.
Jó utat, aztán nehogy az új köpeny
Rosszabb legyen majd, mint a megkopott.
ROSS
Szerencsés utat, jó öreg.
ÖREG
Az Isten áldjon, utad ott vigyen át,
Ahol a rosszból jó lesz, ellenségből
Meg barát.
III. felvonás
3.1.
[Belép BANQUO lovaglóruhában.]
BANQUO
Hát most tiéd lett: király vagy, Glamis,
Cawdor, minden, ahogy a vészlények
Ígérték; s félek, iszonyú rút volt
Ez a játék. De azt is mondták, te itt
Megállsz, és én leszek királyok őse.
Ha nem hazudtak – Macbeth, te fürdesz
Szavaik fényében – és te magad vagy
A bizonyíték, az igazolás.
Mért ne válna be nekem is a jóslat?
Hadd reménykedjem! De csönd, itt jön.
[Kürtszó – belép MACBETH mint király, LADY MACBETH királynőként,
LENNOX, ROSS, urak és kísérők.]
�MACBETH
Itt a fővendég!
LADY MACBETH
Ha nem találjuk meg,
Hiányzott volna a lakománkról,
S minden rosszul sül el.
MACBETH
Ma este, uram, díszvacsora lesz,
Kérlek, legyél jelen.
BANQUO
Rendelkezz velem,
Felség; a kötelesség örökös
Kapocs: nem szakít el tőled.
MACBETH
Ma délután kilovagolsz?
BANQUO
Igen, uram.
MACBETH
Ha nem mennél, a mai tanácskozáson
Kikérnénk mindig megfontolt és okos
Véleményed, de akkor inkább holnap.
Messze mész?
BANQUO
Olyan messze, uram, hogy
Épp visszatérhetek a vacsorára.
Ha lassabb a lovam, kénytelen leszek
Az éjjeltől egy-két sötét órát
Kölcsönkérni.
MACBETH
De nehogy elmaradj a vacsoráról!
BANQUO
Semmiképp nem tenném, uram.
MACBETH
Azt halljuk, vérszagú öcséink
Bujkálnak Angliában és Írországban,
Tagadják az apagyilkosságot,
S furcsa mesékkel tömik mások fülét.
De erről holnap, ez mindannyiunkat
�Érintő államügy. Fáradj lovadhoz,
Minden jót, amíg meg nem jössz ma éjjel.
Fiad, Fleance veled megy?
BANQUO
Igen, uram, de már indulnunk kell.
MACBETH
Száguldjatok, lovatok ne botoljon,
Erős hátukra bízlak, jó utat!
[BANQUO el.]
Most hétig mindenki a maga ura,
Tegyétek, ami tetszik, annál is
Édesebb lesz, ha újra látjuk egymást.
Vacsoráig visszavonulunk; addig
Az Isten áldjon.
[Mind kimennek, kivéve MACBETH-et és egy SZOLGÁ-t.]
[A SZOLGÁ-hoz.] Hé, te, állj csak meg, itt vannak már,
Akiket idehívtam?
SZOLGA
Igen, uram,
A kastélykapu előtt várakoznak.
MACBETH
Kísérd be őket.
[SZOLGA el.]
Így lenni semmi;
De biztonságban lenni: az a kérdés.
A félelem Banquótól bennem ragadt;
Királyi jellemében trónol az,
Ami mélyembe vág. Sok mindent meg mer
Tenni, higgadt elmével, és olyan
Bölcsességgel, amely a tetteit
Biztonságos irányba tereli.
Más lénye nem nyomaszt, csak az övé,
Jelenlétében szellemem eltompul,
Mint mondják, Marcus Antoniusé,
Ha Caesar vele volt. Mikor először
Neveztek királynak, rászólt a nővérekre:
Neki beszéljenek, s e vészpróféták
Úgy köszöntötték, hogy királyok sorát
Nemzi majd. Az én fejemre pedig
�Meddő koronát, markomba kiszáradt
Jogart tettek, s kezemből kitépték
A folytatás és siker fonalát.
Nem lesz fiam, aki követne a trónon.
Ha így van, Banquo gyermekeiért
Mocskoltam be magam, őértük lettem
A jó és áldott Duncan gyilkosa,
Őértük került gennyes gyűlölet
Békém poharába, s dobtam a lelkem
Az emberfaló, sátáni kárhozatba.
Királlyá tettem őket, Banquo magjait!
Kihívom inkább a Sorsot viadalra
A legvégsőkig tartó küzdelemben.
Ki az ott?
[Belép a SZOLGA két GYILKOS-sal.]
[A SZOLGÁ-hoz] Most őrizd az ajtót, amíg nem szólok.
[A GYILKOS-okhoz] Nem tegnap beszélgettünk utoljára?
GYILKOSOK
De igen, felség.
MACBETH
Hát mit gondoltok arról, amit mondtam? Értsétek meg: nem én, hanem ő
volt, aki a múltban szerencsétlenné tett titeket, ti azonban engem,
az ártatlant gyanúsítjátok. A múltkor ezt elég érthetően
elmagyaráztam: bizonyítékokat mutattam, hogyan tévesztett meg és
csapott be. Láttátok ügynökei listáját, és hogy azok kikkel működtek
együtt, és minden egyebet, amiből egy félkegyelmű vagy nagyon ostoba
is megállapíthatja, hogy „mindezt Banquo tette”.
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Igen, tudattad velünk, uram.
MACBETH
De még mennyire, sőt tovább is mentem, és mai találkozónknak ez a
tárgya. Vajon annyira túlteng természetetekben a türelem, hogy
inkább mindent hagynátok ennyiben? Annyira átjár az evangéliumi
szellem, hogy inkább imádkoztok ezért a jó emberért és minden
utódjáért, érte, akinek kemény keze alatt görbült a hátatok, aki a
sírba taszít, és örökre földönfutóvá tette a családotokat?
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Mi férfiak vagyunk, uralkodóm.
MACBETH
Igen, a „férfi” gyűjtőnév alatt
Szerepeltek, ahogy „kutya” az agár,
�A korcs, a spániel, a keverék,
A loncsos szőrű és a vízi eb,
Meg a félig farkas: ezeket mind
Kutyának hívjuk. Becses tanulmányok
Tesznek különbséget a gyors, a lassú,
Az okos, a házőrző és vadászeb
Között, megemlítve az ajándékot,
Melyet a bőkezű természet zárt
Beléjük: ez által mindegyikben van
Valami többlet, amikor az azonos neműek
Lajstromán megjelennek. A férfival
Sincs másképp. Ha tehát fent vagytok
A listán, és nem a férfinem legalján
Tartanak számon, nyilatkozzatok,
S a lelketekre bízom az ügyet;
Gyors végrehajtás, s eltűnt az ellenség;
Mi meg szívünkbe zárunk. Az életet
Addig betegen viselem, amíg
Nem gyógyítja meg az ő halála.
MÁSODIK GYILKOS
Felség, egyként a sok közül, akit
Ütött-vert a világ, nem érdekel,
Dühömben mit csinálok, csak árthassak
Neki.
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Csatlakozom: sok baj szakadt
Fejemre, fáraszt, hogy huzakodjam
A szerencsével; vagy kijavítom
Az életem, vagy elhajítom.
MACBETH
Tudjátok
Akkor, ki az ellenség: Banquo.
GYILKOSOK
Úgy van, uram.
MACBETH
Az enyém is. Köztünk olyan
Véres a szakadás, hogy léte minden
Perce egy-egy döfés oda, ahol
Leginkább élek. Elsöpörhetném
Puszta tekintetemmel, hatalmas
Akaratom percnyi szeszélyeként,
De nem szabad, mert van néhány közös
Barátunk, a pártfogásuk fontos,
Ezért majd velük gyászolom, ámbár
�Én sújtom le. Ezért udvarlok
Segítségetekért, s rejtjük az ügyet
A köznép szeme elől: súlyos és
Nyomós okaink vannak.
MÁSODIK GYILKOS
Megtesszük,
Uram, amit nekünk parancsolsz.
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Még ha az életünk…
MACBETH
Lelketek tüze átsüt rajtatok.
Egy órán belül kaptok utasítást,
Hogy hol álljatok lesben, tudatom
A helyes időzítést, a legjobb
Percet, mert ma éjjel kell megtennetek.
Menjetek a kastélytól távolabb;
Tudjátok: árnyék rám nem vetülhet.
És vele együtt – hogy folt vagy botlás
Ne csúfítsa a munkát – abban az órában
Fiát, Fleance-t is várja ez a sors:
A fiú hű társa, és hogy ne legyen,
Éppúgy életbevágó. Ki-ki készülődjön,
Mindjárt jövök.
GYILKOSOK
Nem hagyunk cserben, jó uram.
MACBETH
Üzenek hamar: maradjatok a közelben.
[GYILKOSOK kimennek.]
Döntöttünk. Banquo, ha lelked a menny várja,
Ma éjjel van esély a nagy utazásra.
3.2.
[Belép LADY MACBETH és egy SZOLGA.]
LADY MACBETH
Banquo nincs a kastélyban?
SZOLGA
Nincs, asszonyom, de ma éjjel visszajön.
LADY MACBETH
�Mondd meg a királynak, hogy néhány szót
Kívánok váltani vele.
SZOLGA
Igenis, asszonyom.
LADY MACBETH
Semmink sincs, a tönk szélén állunk,
Ha belül üres az, amire vágytunk.
Nagyobb biztonság kárvallottnak lenni,
Mint vallani: kár így örömöt venni.
[Belép MACBETH.]
Mi van veled, mért vonulsz mindig el,
Mért választasz rémképet társadul?
Gyötrődsz magadban; ha halottra gondolsz,
Engedd, hadd haljon vele a gondolat.
Ha nincs ellenszer, kár tovább vesződni,
Ha megtettük: nem lehet nem megtenni.
MACBETH
A kígyóba csak belevágtunk, nem
Öltük meg; összeforr, tekergőzik,
És balfogásainkba újranőtt
Fogát vájja. De forduljon ki négy
Sarkából minden, legyen nyomorult
A menny és a föld, mielőtt rettegve
Eszünk-iszunk; lidérces álmok nem
Dúlhatják reszkető éjszakáink.
Feküdjünk együtt inkább a halottal
Akit, hogy jobb legyen létünk, jobblétre
Segítettünk, minthogy az elme kínja
Rázzon önkívületbe. Duncan ott
Lenn a sírban. Békésen alszik, nyugszik
Az elevenség lázai után. Az árulás
Ártott igazán, de már sem acél,
Sem méreg, sem hadak, sem belviszály,
Semmi nem érheti többé.
LADY MACBETH
Drága jó királyom, térj magadhoz,
Simítsd ki gyűrött arcod, légy ma vidám
És önfeledt a vendégek között.
MACBETH
Így lesz, szerelmem, de kérlek, légy te is.
Külön ügyelj Banquóra, tüntesd ki
Figyelmeddel, barátságos szavakkal.
�Míg nincs biztonság, rangunkból áradjon
A megnyerő hízelgés; szívünk elé
Arcunkat mint maszkot tartsuk,
S ne lássanak az álruhánk mögé.
LADY MACBETH
Hagy abba! Most azonnal!
MACBETH
Skorpiók nyüzsögnek a fejemben,
Szerelmem! Tudod: Banquo és Fleance él!
LADY MACBETH
Ők is halandó példányai a természetnek.
MACBETH
Van megoldás, igen: sebezhetőek;
Tehát örülj: mielőtt romfalak közt
Csapong a denevér, mielőtt csúf
Ganajbogár indul álmosan dongva
A sötét Hekatéhoz az éjszaka
Tátongó üregét zengetve,
Egy tett történik: neve is iszonyat.
LADY MACBETH
Miféle tett?
MACBETH
Drága csibém, neked nem kell még tudni
Erről; majd tapsolhatsz előadás után.
Gyere, vaksötét éjjel, bogozz
Kendőt nappalunk párás, bús szemére,
És vértől síkos, láthatatlan kézzel
Tépd cafatokra azt a szövetséget,
Mely napról napra sápadtabbá tesz.
Sűrűbb a szürkület; varjúhad száll,
Megtér a károgó vadonba; ami
Ma szép volt, bágyadtan konyul le;
Az éj sötét erői ólálkodnak, nézik,
Merre az áldozat. Csodálkozol?
A szavam ne feledd; maradj elszánt,
További bajjal gyógyítjuk, ami bánt.
Kérlek, gyere velem.
3.3.
[Belép három GYILKOS.]
ELSŐ GYILKOS
�De ki utasított, hogy velünk gyere?
HARMADIK GYILKOS
Macbeth.
MÁSODIK GYILKOS
Megbízhatsz benne.
Őt küldték, hogy elmondja pontról pontra,
Mi most a dolgunk.
ELSŐ GYILKOS
[A HARMADIK GYILKOS-nak.] Na, jól van, csatlakozhatsz.
Nyugat felől még dereng egy kis fény.
Kései utas ilyenkor igyekszik
A legközelebbi fogadóba.
Mindjárt jön, akire várunk.
HARMADIK GYILKOS
Csönd, ez lódobogás!
BANQUO
[Kívülről.]
Hé, világítson itt már valaki!
MÁSODIK GYILKOS
Ez ő lesz, a többi vendég
Megérkezett, és be is mentek.
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Leszálltak a lóról.
HARMADIK GYILKOS
Lehet, még majdnem egy mérföldre vannak;
Ő is, mint mindenki, onnan gyalog jön
A kastélykapuig.
[Belép BANQUO és FLEANCE, fáklyákkal.]
MÁSODIK GYILKOS
Vigyázat! Fáklya!
HARMADIK GYILKOS
Ő az!
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Essünk neki.
BANQUO
Ma éjjel esni fog.
�ELSŐ GYILKOS
De még mennyire!
[A GYILKOSOK támadnak. Az ELSŐ GYILKOS kioltja a fáklyát.]
BANQUO
Árulás!
Menekülj, drága Fleance, menekülj, szaladj!
Talán majd bosszút állsz. – Te aljas….!
[Meghal. FLEANCE elmenekül.]
HARMADIK GYILKOS
Ki ütötte le a fáklyát?
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Nem erről volt szó?
HARMADIK GYILKOS
Csak egy fekszik itt; a fiú megszökött.
MÁSODIK GYILKOS
Csak félmunkát végeztünk.
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Arról tegyünk jelentést, amit tettünk.
3.4.
[Díszvacsorára készülnek. Két trónszéket helyeznek a színpadra.
Bejön MACBETH mint Király, LADY MACBETH mint Királyné, ROSS, LENNOX,
URAK és személyzet. LADY MACBETH leül.]
MACBETH
Ismeritek az ülésrendet, foglaljatok helyet rang szerint; a
legkisebbet is hozta Isten.
[URAK leülnek]
URAK
Köszönjük, felség.
MACBETH
A magunk szerény személye majd közétek ül, a gondos házigazda
szerepében. Háziasszonyunk helyén marad,
de alkalomadtán őt is ide hívjuk.
LADY MACBETH
�Kérlek, uram, hirdesd ki minden itt lévő barátunknak szívből jövő
jókívánságaim.
[Belép az ELSŐ GYILKOS.]
MACBETH
[LADY MACBETH-hez] Fogadd szívük mélyéről érkező
Hálás pillantásuk. Ugyanannyi vendég
Van mindkét oldalon; majd ide ülök,
Középre. Mulassatok vidáman,
Mindannyian emeljük poharunk!
[Az ELSŐ GYILKOS-hoz]: Vér van az arcodon.
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Akkor az Banquoé.
MACBETH
Jobb egészben itt, mint az ő bőrében.
Elintéztétek?
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Magam végeztem el a torokmetszést.
MACBETH
Te vagy a legeslegjobb gégevágó.
De az se rossz, aki Fleance-szal tette;
Ha te voltál, tényleg páratlan vagy.
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Felséges úr, Fleance elmenekült.
MACBETH
Akkor újra rám tör a roham. Másként
Én lennék maga a tökély, kőkemény
Márvány gránit sziklatömbön, a tág,
A mindenségben áramló levegő;
Most megcsonkítva szűk odúba zártak,
Vigyorgó kétely, rettegés köt gúzsba.
De Banquo biztos?
ELSŐ GYILKOS
Igen, uram, egy mély és biztos árok
Magányos lakója, húsz mély barázda
Húzódik fején: már egy halálos.
MACBETH
Ezt nagyon köszönöm. A hosszabb kígyó
Mélybe vettetett; a kisebb féreg
Most még ártalmatlan, de kinő
�Idővel a méregfoga. Most menj,
Holnap majd hallasz rólunk.
[AZ ELSŐ GYILKOS el.]
LADY MACBETH
Felséges úr,
Vendégeidet elhanyagolod.
Csak ímmel-ámmal nyelik le az ételt,
Ha nem fűszerezi szívélyes kínálás.
Legízesebb a falat háziasan:
Mostantól a hús mellé jókedv-szósz jár,
Anélkül száraz az ilyen lakoma.
[Belép BANQUO szelleme és leül MACBETH helyére.]
MACBETH
Kedves, hogy emlékeztetsz!
Jó emésztés szolgálja az étvágyat,
S mindkettőt jó egészség!
LENNOX
Foglaljon helyet, felséges urunk.
MACBETH
Országunk színe-javát ölelné
A ház, ha nem nélkülöznénk Banquo
Jelenlétét. Remélem, egyszerűen
Illem ellen vét, s nem kell aggódnom,
Hogy valami baj érte.
ROSS
Hiánya, uram,
Ígéretére cáfol. Felséged
Megtisztelné társaságunkat?
MACBETH
Már mindenütt ülnek.
LENNOX
Itt még van egy fenntartott, üres hely.
MACBETH
Hol?
LENNOX
Itt, itt, uram. Felséged rosszul van?
MACBETH
�Melyikőtök csinálja ezt velem?
URAK
Mit, drága felség?
MACBETH
[BANQUO szelleméhez]
Nem mondhatod, hogy én tettem; ne rázd
A véres fürtjeid felém!
ROSS
Gyerünk, urak, királyunk nincsen jól.
LADY MACBETH
Barátaink, üljetek vissza. Férjemet
Hasonló rohamok ifjúkorától
Gyötrik. Nyugalom: egy gondolatnyi,
Röpke pillanat, és máris jól lesz.
Ha nézitek, csak ront a helyzetén,
És megbántjátok. Egyetek inkább,
Ne vegyetek róla tudomást.
[MACBETH-hez]: Férfi vagy te?
MACBETH
Bizony,
Olyan, aki meg meri bámulni,
Amitől ördög irtózva borzad el.
LADY MACBETH
Nagyon megható!
A félelmed festette ezt a képet;
A légben mozgó tőr is onnan ered:
Erről mondtad, hogy Duncanhez vezetett.
Csak borzongás ez, üres szörnyülködés,
Valódi rettenet utánzata;
Dajkák meséje ijeszt így egy téli
Éjszakán a kandalló tüzénél,
Nagymamák örömére. Szégyen, szégyen;
Mért vágsz ilyen arcot? Mit csinálsz? Csupán
Egy széket bámulsz!
MACBETH
Könyörgök, nézd már! Oda, oda nézz!
Hogy mondod? Miért, mi közöm hozzá?
Ha bólogatni tudsz, nyisd ki a szád!
Ha sírkamrák és temetők a holtat
Visszaküldik, keselyűk gyomra lesz
A síremlékünk.
�[A BANQUO szelleme eltávozik.]
LADY MACBETH
Bolond vagy? Légy már férfi!
MACBETH
Úgy láttam, ahogy most előtted állok.
LADY MACBETH
Fúj, micsoda szégyen!
MACBETH
Ember embernek vérét ősidők
Óta ontja; ma már a törvény védi
Az életet, mégis megesnek szörnyű,
Elmondhatatlan gyilkosságok. De
Mindig úgy volt: ha az agy kiloccsant,
Az ember meghalt, ennyi volt és kész.
Most a holtak újra járnak, fejükön
Húsz végzetes vágással, és székedről
Lelöknek. Megfoghatatlanabb, mint
Bármilyen gyilkosság.
LADY MACBETH
Drága királyom,
Hiányolnak nemes barátaid.
MACBETH
Igen, elfeledtem…
Barátaim, ne csodálkozzatok,
Szokatlan nyavalyám semmi komoly,
Ha jól ismertek. Gyertek, igyunk csak,
Szeressük egymást, egészségetekre,
Aztán majd leülök. Bort ide, hé!
[Megjelenik BANQUO Szelleme.]
Az egész asztal egészségére,
És Banquóéra, aki úgy hiányzik!
Bárcsak itt lenne! Rátok és rá iszom!
URAK
[Felállnak, emelik poharukat, isznak]
Szolgálatunk és hűségünk jeléül!
MACBETH
Menj el, ne lássalak! Takarjon föld!
Csontod velőtlen, valótlan a véred,
S nem látsz, hiába nézel bámuló
�Szemeddel!
LADY MACBETH
Férjem viselkedését vegyétek
Rossz szokásnak; egy kissé kellemetlen,
Semmi több.
MACBETH
Merem, amit egy férfi mer:
Gyere, mint nagymérgű, orosz medve,
Orrszarvú fenevad, vicsorgó, kászpi tigris,
Vagy legyél más alakban, mint ez itt:
Acélos inaim nem rezdülnének meg.
Vagy támadj fel, és hívj ki egy szál kardra
A pusztaságban; ha reszketnék, bent
Csendben meghúzódom, te meg kiáltsd:
Babázzon vele kisleány! [BANQUO Szelleméhez:] El innen,
Szörnyű árny, valóság romlott képe.
[BANQUO Szelleme eltűnik]
Hogy elmentél, megint ember vagyok.
[A vendégekhez:] Ne álljatok fel.
LADY MACBETH
Odalett minden mulatság,
Csodálatos felfordulást rendeztél!
MACBETH
Ha van ilyen jelenség,
És, mint nyári felhő, ránk telepszik,
Ne tüntessük-e ki csodálatunkkal?
Úgy mutatsz, mint idegent önmagamnak;
Hogy maradhat rubinpiros az arcod,
Ha az enyém fehér a félelemtől?
ROSS
Milyen jelenségről van szó, jó uram?
LADY MACBETH
A sok beszéd zavarja, rosszabbul van,
A kérdések feldühítik. Nem kell
Rang szerint kivonulni, menjetek
Gyorsan, szép jó éjszakát.
LENNOX
Jó éjt, s jobb egészséget felséges
Urunknak!
�LADY MACBETH
Jó éjt mindenkinek!
[Mind kimennek, kivéve MACBETH-et és LADY MACBETH-et]
MACBETH
Azt mondják, vért kíván: a vér vért kíván.
Volt, hogy mozdult a kő, a fák beszéltek,
Fecsegő szarka, holló- és varjúhad
A látnokoknak értelmére adta
A legkörmönfontabb, legrejtettebb
Gyilkosságokat. Virrad? Vagy éjjel van?
LADY MACBETH
Versengve tanakodnak, melyik: melyik.
MACBETH
Mit szólsz, hogy Macduff nem jött el, holott
Többször is hívtuk?
LADY MACBETH
Járt nála valaki?
MACBETH
Pletykálnak ezt-azt, majd üzenek neki.
Mindegyik házban szolgál egy fizetett
Besúgóm. Holnap korán megyek
A vészlényekhez. Többet kell mondjanak,
Mert tudni akarom a legszörnyűbbet,
Akár a legszörnyűbb áron; mostantól
Minden engedjen nekem. A vérben
Olyan mélyen gázolok, hogy előre
Vagy épp vissza egyformán körülményes.
Fejem furcsán utasítja a kezem,
Ha lelepleznek, elbukom szerepem.
LADY MACBETH
Ami neked kell: fűszerünk, az alvás.
MACBETH
Gyere aludni.
Mint idegen nézem, hogy megyek tönkre,
Új rettegőnek kell a kemény lecke.
– A tettet és a tettetést csak most kezdtük.
3.5.
[Mennydörgés. Belép a három BOSZORKÁNY, és találkoznak HEKATÉ-val.]
�ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Mért ilyen dúlt az arcod, Hekaté?
HEKATÉ
Joggal haragszom, arcátlan személyek,
Macbethtel levetek összeszűrtétek,
Feladni így rejtvényeket
Halálról hogyan mertetek?
Míg én, varázsló mesternő,
Ki bajt, ragályt titokban sző,
Nem játszhattam el szerepem,
Elhalványult művészetem.
S mindezt kiért? Vajon ki érti?
Emberetek zavaros férfi,
Bosszúálló, és mint az átlag,
Nem nektek él, csupán magának.
Tegyétek jóvá, holnap rátok
A mély Acheron partján várok,
Ő is ott lesz, már kora reggel:
A sorsát tudni vágyó ember.
Minden legyen: varázs, csalétek,
Ráolvasás és jósedények.
Most levegőbe! Az éjszakát
Komor végzettel hatom át,
Dolgozom, míg eljön a dél.
A holdon van egy sarok-él,
Azon gyűlik egy csepp, kövér,
Elkapom, mielőtt földet ér;
Varázzsal párlom jó előre,
Látvány gőzölög fel belőle,
Tudd a káprázat erejét,
És megzavarjuk a fejét.
Halálát, végzetét nem féli,
Vágyait valóságnak véli.
Tudjuk jól, a halandó vágya
És ellensége a biztonsága.
Kintről zeneszó, és egy dal: „Gyere, gyere, Hekaté…”.
De hívnak most, nézd, az a kicsi szellem
Ködös felhőn ül, és fenn vár engem.
[Elmegy.]
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Gyerünk, siessük, különben visszajön.
Mind el.
3.6.
�[Belép LENNOX és egy másik NEMES ÚR.]
LENNOX
Talán nem gondoltad még át, amit
A múltkor mondtam, most annyit csak,
Hogy ez az egész roppant különös.
Az tény, hogy Macbeth megsiratta a jó
És áldott Duncant, de gyilkosság volt, ez
Is tény. A bátor Banquo kint járt még
Késő éjjel; mondhatod, persze, hogy
Fleance ölte meg, hiszen elmenekült.
Ne járkáljunk későn odakint. Ki
Tagadhatná, milyen szörnyűség, hogy
Malcolm és Donalbain megölte jó
És áldott apját? Ez megveszekedett
Tény; Macbeth pedig meggyászolta. Vagy
Szent dühében nem szaggatta-e szét
A két ittas és álomittas őrt?
Ugye, nemes tett volt? És mennyire
Bölcs egyben: felháborodott volna
Az égő szív, ha az őrök tagadnak.
Tehát azt mondom: mindent jól csinált,
S ha foglya lett volna a két királyfi
– Ettől az Isten óvjon –, megtanulták
Volna, mi az: apát ölni. És Fleance is.
Sőt, Macduffról is azt hallom, kegyvesztett
Lett: túl egyenes volt a zsarnokkal, és
Nem vett részt a lakomáján. Uram,
Elárulnád, hogy Macduff hol van most?
NEMES ÚR
Duncan fia, akit ez a zsarnok
A születési jogától megfosztott,
Angliában él; a roppant ájtatos
Edvárd király olyan kegyelmesen
Fogadta, hogy önérzetét nem kezdte
Ki a rossz szerencse. Macduff a szent
Királyhoz utazott, segítse harcba
Hívni Northumberlandet és vitéz
Siwardot, hogy úgy legyen, mint régen
– Ha a fentiek is úgy akarják –,
Díszítse újra hús az asztalunkat,
Alvás az éjszakát, és véres kések
Ne zavarják esti lakomáink.
Hűséges tisztelet és szabadon
Szolgáló hűség legyen részünk: ez nincs most.
A hírek felingerelték Macbethet,
És háborúra készül.
�LENNOX
Ő küldött Macduffért?
NEMES ÚR
Pontosan, s mikor egy határozott
„Nem én, uram”-ot kapott válaszul
A borús küldönc, azonnal hátat
Fordít, és dúdolgat, azt sejtetve:
„Megbánod te még ezt a léha percet,
Egy sótlan választ így nyakamba sózni!”
LENNOX
Ez majd, remélem, Macduffnak azt súgja,
Hogy legyen óvatos, és bölcsességgel
Tartson távolságot. Egy szent angyal
Repüljön Angliába, s mielőtt
Macduff megérkezne, az udvarnak
Hirdesse üzenetünk; őt meg áldás
Lendítse haza, szenvedő hazánkba,
Melyre elátkozott kéz tenyerel.
NEMES ÚR
Én is vele küldöm hő imám.
IV. felvonás
4.1.
[Mennydörgés. Belép a három BOSZORKÁNY egy üsttel.]
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Hármat nyávogott a macska,
Csíkos, cirmos, tarka-barka!
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Háromszor és még egyszer
Sivít a sün: ez a jel!
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Hárpia, a jótevőnk,
Rikolt: Eljött az időnk!
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Körbe keringj, üst körül,
Minden méreg lemerül.
Síkos varangy első falat,
Szunnyadt jeges kövek alatt,
Éjjel, nappal, csukott szemmel,
Mérget izzadt, harmincegyszer.
�MIND
Dobja jobbra, dobja balra,
Láng dagassza, üstje falja.
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Lápi kígyó egy gerezdje
Lesz az üstlébe eresztve,
Béka ujja, gőte szeme,
Bőregérbőr, kutya nyelve,
Vakféregfog, kígyómarás,
Gyíkláb, kuvikszárny: üstvarázs,
Rontásra rémigét keress,
Bugyogj és forrj, pokolleves!
MIND
Dobja jobbra, dobja balra,
Láng dagassza, üstje falja.
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Sárkánypikkely, farkas foga,
Múmiává vénült banya,
Mindent faló cápa gyomra,
S szükségünk van mérges gyomra:
Éjjel ásott gumójára,
S kell káromló zsidó mája,
Kecskeepe, fűz egy fürtje,
Fogyó holdkor tépve-fűzve,
Török orra, tatár ajka,
Az is legyen pogányfajta,
Olyan kisded keze-ujja,
Akit ma szült szajha anyja,
Rögvest az árokba dobta,
De előtte megfojtotta.
Bélből rántás, tigrisé,
S készen áll a varázslé.
MIND
Dobja jobbra, dobja balra,
Láng dagassza, üstje falja.
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Pávián vér épp jól hűt
Egy ilyen varázsnedűt.
[Megjelenik HEKATÉ, és másik három BOSZORKÁNY.]
HEKATÉ
Jól van! Számíthattam rátok,
�Jutalmatok megkapjátok,
Álljátok az üstöt körbe,
S mint tündér, manó vagy törpe,
Énekeljetek neki,
Így lesz varázzsal teli.
[Zene és dal: „Sötét szellemek/lelkek”.]
[HEKATÉ és három BOSZORKÁNY távozik.]
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Hüvelykujjaimban érzem:
Valami gonosz jön éppen,
Bárki jár itt: bűvös zár nyit.
[Belép MACBETH.]
MACBETH
Mi van, titkolódzó, éjsötét banyák?
Mi dolgotok itt?
MIND
Tett, de nincs neve.
MACBETH
Bárhonnan van, tudásotok
Legsötétebb mélységére kérlek,
Feleljetek nekem.
Bár vad szeleket gyűjtötök templomok
Ostromára, bár zilált hullám öklel
Hajót, hogy megtévessze, elsüllyessze,
Bár dús vetést és fákat orkán tördel,
Bár várfal omlik védői fejére,
Bár paloták és piramisok csúcsai
Alapjaikba zuhannak bele,
Bár az őstermészet kincseinek
Legjava herdálódik, hogy még
A pusztulás is belesápad, mégis:
Válaszoljatok, ha kérdezek.
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Beszélj!
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Vallass!
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Válaszolunk.
�ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
A mi ajkunkról kívánod hallani,
Vagy azoktól, akik nekünk parancsolnak?
MACBETH
Hívjátok ide, hadd lássam őket.
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Disznóvér kell, olyan koca,
Kilenc kölykét mind felfalta,
A bitófa izzadt zsírja,
Hogyha gyilkos lengett rajta:
Dobd a lángba! Dobd!
MINDHÁROM BOSZORKÁNY
Mindegy, magasból vagy mélyből,
Mutasd, ki vagy és mi végből.
[Mennydörgés. Belép az ELSŐ JELENÉS, sisakos Fej.]
MACBETH
Beszélj nekem, te, rejtélyes erő…
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Tud olvasni gondolataidban,
Hallgasd, ne szólj egy szót sem.
ELSŐ JELENÉS
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth: messze kerüld Macduffot,
Kerüld Fife thánját. — Engedj el. Elég.
[Alászáll.]
MACBETH
Bármi vagy, köszönöm a jótanácsot.
Félelmem hangszerén tisztán játszol.
Csak még egy szóra…
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Nem lehet neki parancsolni. Itt egy másik,
Még hatalmasabb, mint az első.
[Mennydörgés. Belép a MÁSODIK JELENÉS, egy véres Gyermek.]
MÁSODIK JELENÉS
Macbeth, Macbeth. Macbeth.
MACBETH
Bár három füllel hallhatnálak.
�MÁSODIK JELENÉS
Légy véresen elszánt, vakmerő,
Gúnyolva kacagd az emberek hatalmát,
Mert nem árthat Macbethnek, akit anya szült.
[Alászáll.]
MACBETH
Akkor, Macduff, csak élj, mit féljek tőled?
De megkétszerezem biztonságomat,
Szaván fogom a sorsot: mégse élj,
Hogy a sápadt szívű félelemnek
Szemébe mondhassam: „hazudsz nekem”,
S békén alhassak mennydörgéskor is.
[Mennydörgés. Belép a HARMADIK JELENÉS, egy koronát viselő Gyermek,
kezében élő fa.]
Mi ez? Úgy növekszik, mint királyi sarj,
S a kisgyermek fején uralkodói
Jelvény díszeleg.
MINDEN BOSZORKÁNY
Figyeld, de ne szólítsd meg.
HARMADIK JELENÉS
Légy oroszlánszívű és magabiztos,
Sértés, fenyegetés, vagy pusmogó
Összeesküvés ne érdekeljen.
Nem győzhetik le soha Macbethet,
Amíg Birnam Nagy Erdeje nem indul
Ellene, Dunsinane magas hegyére.
[Alászáll.]
MACBETH
Az pedig sosem lesz:
Ki hívja be a fákat katonának,
Ki mondja: „gyökerek, díszlépésben
Ki a földből?” Ez édes jóslat, jól van.
Ti lázadó halottak, maradjatok
A sírban, míg Birnam fái meglódulnak,
Macbethünk pedig a főhelyen
A természettől bérli életét:
Idő adósa, de csak mint bárki más.
Ám szívem dobban, egyet kérdezne még:
Királyok lesznek-e majd Banquo sarjai?
�MINDEN BOSZORKÁNY
Ne akarj többet tudni.
MACBETH
Ezt tudnom kell! Ha megtagadjátok,
Örökké tartó átok sújtson rátok.
[Az üst lesüllyed.]
Fuvolások.
Az üst mért süllyed el? Mi ez a zaj?
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Mutasd!
MÁSODIK BOSZORKÁNY
Mutasd!
HARMADIK BOSZORKÁNY
Mutasd!
MINDEN BOSZORKÁNY
Szemet tágíts, szívnek gyászt hozz,
Jöjj mint árnyék, s úgy is távozz.
[Belép mint jelenés nyolc király, az utolsó kristálygömböt tart,
amelyben látszik a jövő. Mögöttük BANQUO szelleme.]
MACBETH
Te is olyan vagy, mint Banquo szelleme.
Bukj már alá! Koronád égeti
A szemgolyómat. És a hajad, ez
A másik kerek aranykorona,
Szakasztott olyan, mint az elsőn vagy
A harmadikon. — Mocskos banyák, mért
Mutatjátok ezt? Még egy? Pukkanj ki, szem!
Hát ítéletnapig húzódik a sor?
Még egy hetedik is? Ne lássak többet.
De jön a nyolcadik, és kristálygömböt
Tart: benne még többet látok: hármas
Jogar, kettős országalma, borzalom!
De igaz a látvány, mert vérrögökkel
Fürtjein Banquo rám mosolyog, és
Azt mutatja: ott vannak sarjai.
[Eltűnik a királyok jelenése, BANQUO szellemével együtt.]
Hát akkor így lesz?
ELSŐ BOSZORKÁNY
Igen, uram, így lesz, így van. De mért áll
�Macbeth úgy, mint útvesztőben?
Gyertek csak, húgaim, bűbájainkkal
Felvidítjuk, itt a bemutató!
Én hangot csiholok a puszta légből,
Te válassz táncot az őrültekéből,
Boldogan mondhassa nagy királyunk,
Megérte, hogy a ma estére várjunk.
[Zene. A BOSZORKÁNYOK táncolnak, majd eltűnnek.]
MACBETH
Hol vannak? Elmentek? Ez a vészes óra,
Átkozott legyen minden krónikában!
Gyere be, aki kint vagy!
[Belép LENNOX.]
LENNOX
Mit parancsol felséged?
MACBETH
Láttad a vészlényeket?
LENNOX
Nem én, jó uram.
MACBETH
Nem látogattak meg?
LENNOX
Nem, uram, dehogy.
MACBETH
Romoljon alattuk meg a levegő,
S átkozott legyen, aki még bízik bennük.
Lódobogást hallottam, ki jött meg?
LENNOX
Egy páran, hírhozók, azt mondják,
Macduff átszökött Angliába.
MACBETH
Átszökött Angliába?
LENNOX
Igen, uram.
MACBETH
[Félre.] Idő, előre látod rémes terveim;
�A gyorsan tűnő célt sohasem érjük el,
Ha nem jár vele tett. Mostantól ami a szívemben
Megfogan, kézen fogom. És hogy gondolataimat
Meg is koronázzam, azonnal megteszem,
Amit gondolok. Meglepem Macduff várát,
Elfoglalom Fife-ot, kardélre hányom
Asszonyát, kölykeit és a többi
Szerencsétlent, aki hozzá húz. Nem
Kérkedek bolondként: meglesz a tett,
Sóhaj helyett; nem hűlhet ki a cél.
[LENNOX-hoz]
Hol vannak hát a hírhozó urak?
Vezess hozzájuk!
[Kimennek.]
4.2.
[Belép LADY MACDUFF, a FIA és ROSS.]
LADY MACDUFF
Mért menekült el? Valami rosszat tett?
ROSS
Türelem, kérlek, drága asszonyom…
LADY MACDUFF
Türelem? Neki nem volt; ez értelmetlen.
Van úgy, hogy nem a tettünk árul el,
Hanem a félelem tesz árulóvá.
ROSS
Nem tudhatod, hogy félelem volt-e,
Vagy épp bölcsesség.
LADY MACDUFF
Bölcsesség? Itt hagyja feleségét,
Kisgyermekeit, a házát, birtokát,
Ahonnan maga is menekül? Nem
Szeret minket. A természetben is
Az ágrólszakadt ökörszem, a legkisebb
Madár harcol a nagy bagollyal, védi
A fiókáit, fészkét nem engedi.
Itt mindenki gyáva, semmi a szeretet;
Esztelen rémület ez, nem bölcsesség!
ROSS
Drága húgom, szedd össze magad! Férjed
Igenis bölcs, okosan mérlegel,
�És tudja, mikor mit kell tennie.
Nem merem tűzni-fűzni, de iszonyú
A kor, amelyben árulóvá válunk,
De nem tudjuk magunkról; suttogunk
Félelmekről, de nem értjük, mitől
Félünk, mert az névtelen; csak sodródunk
A vad, nyílt óceánon, és nincs utunk
Semerre. Most mennem kell, de hamar
Visszatérek. A mélypontról csak felfelé
Van út, rosszabb már nem lehet. Kishúgom,
Isten áldjon!
LADY MACDUFF
Fiamnak van apja, de még sincs.
ROSS
Bolondság volna tőlem itt maradni:
Nekem kínos, neked csak szomorúság,
Most rögtön távozom. [Kimegy.]
LADY MACDUFF
Fiam, apád meghalt. Most mihez kezdesz?
Hogy élsz tovább?
KISFIÚ
Mint a madarak, anyám.
LADY MACDUFF
Csak nem kukacokon és legyeken élsz?
KISFIÚ
Ahogyan ők: azon, amit találok.
LADY MACDUFF
Kis madaram, háló, madarász tőre, csapda, más kelepce eddig még nem
ért, ezért nem félsz tőlük.
KISFIÚ
Miért félnék, anyám? A pici, sovány madarat nem bántják.
És az apám nem halt meg, akármit mondasz.
LADY MACDUFF
De igen, halott. Hogy szerzel új apát?
KISFIÚ
És te új férjet?
LADY MACDUFF
Bármelyik piacon akár húszat kapok.
�KISFIÚ
Akkor csak azért vedd meg őket, hogy aztán eladhasd mindet.
LADY MACDUFF
Eszes gyerek vagy, de még sokat kell tanulnod.
KISFIÚ
Anyám, apa áruló volt?
LADY MACDUFF
Igen, áruló.
KISFIÚ
Mi az, hogy áruló?
LADY MACDUFF
Hát, aki esküdözik és hazudik.
KISFIÚ
És aki ezt csinálja, az mind áruló?
LADY MACDUFF
Mindenki, aki ezt csinálja, áruló és fel kell akasztani.
KISFIÚ
És aki esküdözik és hazudik, mind fel kell akasztani?
LADY MACDUFF
Mind egy szálig.
KISFIÚ
Kinek kell felakasztani?
LADY MACDUFF
Hát a becsületes embereknek.
KISFIÚ
Akkor az esküdözők és hazugok mind bolondok, mert elég esküdöző és
hazug van, hogy megverjék a becsületes embereket, és felakasszák
őket.
LADY MACDUFF
Kis majom! Ne félj, az Isten ad majd bölcsességet. De hogyan pótolod
az apádat?
KISFIÚ
Ha meghalt volna, most zokognál, megsiratnád: nem akarsz sírni,
tehát gyorsan új apát kell kapnom.
�LADY MACDUFF
Szegénykém, miket mondasz, csak beszélsz összevissza.
[Belép egy HÍRHOZÓ.]
HÍRHOZÓ
Isten áldása kísérjen, szép hölgy.
Te nem ismersz, én pontosan tudom,
Kit tisztelhetek benned. Sajnos nagy és
Közvetlen veszély fenyeget, kérlek,
Fogadd el tisztaszívű jótanácsom:
Ne találjanak itt. El innen gyorsan,
Kicsinyeiddel együtt! Tudom, hogy
Vad dolog így rád ijesztenem, de
Ha baj ér, az nagyobb kegyetlenség,
És személyed ennél fontosabb. Ég óvjon,
Nem merek tovább maradni.
[Kimegy.]
LADY MACDUFF
De hát hová szaladjak?
Nem tettem semmi rosszat. Tudom, tudom,
Ez a földi világ, ahol a gonoszság
Arat zajos sikert; a jótettet meg
Veszélyes hóbortként könyvelik el.
De hát nem úgy védekezem-e, ahogy
Egy nő szokott: „nem tettem semmi rosszat”?
[GYILKOSOK törnek be.]
Micsoda arcok….
GYILKOS
Hol van a férjed?
LADY MACDUFF
Remélem, nem szentségtelen helyen,
Ahol a magadfajta rátalálna.
GYILKOS
A férjed áruló.
KISFIÚ
Hazudsz, te csimbókos hajú gazember!
GYILKOS
Micsoda, te záptojás?
�Te kis szaros: áruló vakarcsa! [Megöli.]
KISFIÚ
Anya, megölt.
Könyörgök, menekülj!
[Mind el, LADY MACDUFF azt kiáltozza, „Gyilkos!”, mögötte a GYILKOSok, akik magukkal cipelik a fiát.]
4.3.
[Belép MALCOLM és MACDUFF.]
MALCOLM
Keressünk egy elhagyatott, árnyékos
Helyet, és sírjuk ki jól magunkat.
MACDUFF
Inkább markoljuk meg halálos vasunk,
S mint jó bajtársak, mentsük a romlástól
Jogos örökségünk. Minden új reggel
Új özvegyek jajongnak, új árvák
Sírnak, új gyász üti arcul a mennyet,
Hogy visszhangzik belé, mintha Skócia
Lelke volna, s egyetlen szótagban
Üvöltené ki, mi fáj.
MALCOLM
Gyászolnom kell, amit el kell hinnem,
És el kell hinnem, amit már tudok,
S ha tudom, bepólyálom a sebeket,
Amint kedvez a tettnek az idő.
Talán úgy van valóban, ahogy mondtad.
A zsarnokról is, akinek ma már
Puszta neve sérti nyelvünk, azt hittük,
Derék ember. Te is szeretted. Eddig
Téged nem bántott. Keveset éltem,
És hozzá eljutsz, ha engem használsz fel:
Megfontolandó ma született bárányt
Adni egy éhes isten haragvó kezébe.
MACDUFF
Nem vagyok áruló.
MALCOLM
De Macbeth az.
A legedzettebb jellem is megroppanhat
Nagy nyomás alatt. Ne haragudj rám:
Hogy te mi vagy, én nem szabhatom meg,
�S ragyognak még az angyalok, bár egyszer épp
A fényhozó bukott le. A jóság
Azért csak jóságnak tűnik,
Még akkor is, ha rút belsőt takar.
MACDUFF
Minden reményemet elvesztettem.
MALCOLM
Talán úgy, ahogy én a bizalmamat.
Mért hagytad ott, ridegen, búcsú nélkül
A gyerekeid és a feleséged,
Imádatod legdrágább tárgyait?
Tisztességedben nem kételkedem,
Ne haragudj: a saját biztonságom
Tesz gyanakvóvá. Én gondolhatok bármit,
Attól te még igaz ember lehetsz.
MACDUFF
Hát akkor vérezz, vérezz, szegény ország!
Zsarnokság dísze: szilárd az alapzatod,
Mert jóság nem mer érinteni se.
Csak hízzál, gazdagodj, neved tovább
Ragyoghat. Sohase lennék gazember, az,
Akinek gondolsz, hiába kínálnák
A zsarnok tartományát, s ráadásként
A Kelet kincseit.
MALCOLM
Nem akartalak megsérteni.
Nincs arról szó, hogy egyáltalán nem
Bízom benned. Az ország szerintem is
Posványba süllyed az iga alatt,
Sír, vérzik, minden nap új sebet kap.
De mégis volna néhány segítő kéz:
Visszahelyeznének jogaimba,
És pár ezer katonát felajánlott
A jó angol király is. Ennek ellenére,
Ha rálépek a vad zsarnok fejére,
Vagy azt kardom hegyére tűzöm,
Szegény országom csak még szaporább bűnt,
Még több szenvedést és görbe utat
Lát majd az új királytól.
MACDUFF
Ki lenne az?
MALCOLM
Természetesen én – akinek
�Húsában sokfajta bűn zárványként
Lapul: amikor felnyitják rendre mindet,
A sötét Macbeth hófehérnek látszik,
S szegény államunk majd kisbáránynak tartja
Az én végtelen vétkeimhez képest.
MACDUFF
A poklok fészkének összes légiója
Nem ismer olyan átkozott ördögöt,
Aki gonoszságban túltenne Macbethen.
MALCOLM
Elismerem, hogy vérszomjas, tékozló,
Kapzsi, hamis, csalárd, álnok, hirtelen
Haragú, rosszindulatú, gázol
Minden nemű és fajú bűnben egyaránt.
De az én kéjvágyam feneketlen,
Feleségeiteket dögkútként
Elemésztem; kívánnék lányt, tisztes
Matrónát, szüzeket;
Étvágyam letépne minden zárat,
Ami utamban áll. Nem tudom, mi az:
Önmegtartóztatás. Inkább Macbeth,
Mintsem ilyen király, nem?
MACDUFF
A zabolátlan, féktelen természet
Zsarnokságba fullad: sok trón ürült
Meg így, sok király így ment tönkre. De
Csak szerezd meg, ami a tiéd: ne félj,
Örömöd mámorító mezőkön
Kóborolhat, míg te józan maradsz:
Így tévesztheted meg a közvéleményt.
Sok hölgy fog jelentkezni. Keselyű
Étvágyadnak sok is lesz talán:
Ha érzik, hogy kellenek, ők maguk
Ajánlkoznak.
MALCOLM
Csakhogy zavaros, kóros vágyaimban
Szárába szökkent a telhetetlen
Kapzsiság is: ha király lennék, minden
Nemest levágnék, elvenném földjüket,
Kívánnám ékszerük és házaik:
A „még több” csupán zsíros szaft nekem,
Mely éhségem táplálja. Veszekedést
Rendeznék álürüggyel, a jók és
Becsületesek vagyonát eloroznám,
Ilyen vagy olyan címen.
�MACDUFF
Ez a kapzsiság mélyebbre nyúlik:
Ártalmas gyökere nem egynyári
Vágyat gerjeszt; ez bizonyult
Mohó királyok hóhérpallosának.
De ne félj, uram: Skóciában gazdag
Az aratás, a sok kis csűr megtölti
Majd nagy magtárad; ez nekünk megéri,
Ha erényeid mázsáján mérjük le.
MALCOLM
De nincsenek. A királyi erények:
Bölcs döntés, igazmondás, önmérséklet,
Megbízhatóság, jótékonykodás,
Kitartás, megbocsátás és alázat,
Jámborság, merészség, türelem, erő –
Ezekkel én nem élek, ám a gazság
Minden válfajában járatos vagyok,
És gonoszságomban tettek fogannak.
Ha én lennék hatalmon, az összhang
Édes tejét, bizony, pokolba önteném,
Felforgatnám az egyetemes békét,
A föld egysége így bomlana szét.
MACDUFF
Ó, Skócia, Skócia!
MALCOLM
Akkor mondd meg, így alkalmas vagyok-e
A kormányzásra. Bemutatkoztam, tessék.
MACDUFF
A kormányzásra? Arra sem vagy
Alkalmas, hogy élj. Nyomorult nemzet!
Zsarnok trónbitorló véres jogara
Sújt! Vajon mikor látsz üdvösebb
Napot? Királyi széked legigazabb
Sarja maga átkozza ki önmagát,
És káromolja ősei jogát.
Apád valódi felkent, szent király volt,
Szülőanyád, a királyné a talpán ritkán,
Inkább térden állt, s mindennap készen arra,
Hogy kikérjék a lelkét. Na, Isten áldjon,
A sok gonoszság, amit magadról
Felsoroltál, most engem is száműz
A szép Skóciából. Szegény szívem,
Oda minden remény.
�MALCOLM
Macduff, nemes felindulásodat
A becsület szülte. Sötét kétségeim
Elsöpörted, gondolataim most
Egyenes jellemedhez igazodnak.
Az ördögi Macbeth megkísértett,
Már-már bűvkörébe vont, s a szerény
Bölcsesség nem engedte, hogy hamar higgyek,
De Isten intézte fönt kettőnk ügyét,
Most téged követlek, megtagadom
A hamis ösvényt, és visszavonom
Mindazt a bűnt és vádat, amelyet
Magamról mondtam: ezektől iszonyodik
Természetem. Nővel még nem háltam,
Nem esküdöztem üresen soha,
Ritkán kívántam, ami nem az enyém,
Nem vagyok hitszegő, az ördögöt
Sem adnám föl titokban senkinek:
Az életben gyönyörködöm, s az igazságban.
Első hazug beszédem az imént
Mondottam el, önmagam ellen. Egy dolog
Vagyok igazán: a tiéd, és szegény
Pusztuló hazámé; mielőtt jöttél, történt,
Hogy Siward készenlétbe állított
Tízezer háborúra edzett katonát.
Együtt megyünk, és a jószerencse
Úgy kísérjen, ahogy igaz ügyet
Szolgálunk. Most mért nem mondasz semmit?
MACDUFF
Két ennyire vonzó és taszító
Vallomást nehéz így összerakni.
[Belép egy ORVOS.]
MALCOLM
Jó, majd folytatjuk.
Érkezik-e már a király?
ORVOS
Igen, uram, néhány nyomorult lélek
Ácsorog odakint, áhítják gyógyító
Kezét. Az orvoslás értetlenül áll
Nyavalyáik előtt,
De a menny olyan szentséggel ruházta
Fel királyunk jobbját, hogy egyetlen
Érintése megtisztítja őket.
MALCOLM
�Köszönöm, tudós doktor.
MACDUFF
Miféle betegségről van itt szó?
MALCOLM
A „Gonosz”: ez a neve.
A jó királyban csodás erő lakik,
Ennek kézzelfogható jeleit
Magam láttam, itt, Angliában. Hogy
Miként beszél a mennyel, az ő titka,
De hatalmas, dagadt kelésekkel megvert
Emberek felgyógyulnak szemnek is
Fájó, gennyedő sebekből. Aranyból
Érmét akaszt a nyakukba, miközben
Szent imákat mormol, s azt mondják, ezt
A gyógyerőt majd utódjára hagyja.
Különös képessége jövőbe
Látó készséggel párosul. Sokféle
Áldás öleli trónusát, s mind őt dicsérik.
[Belép ROSS.]
MACDUFF
Nézd csak, ki jön itt!
MALCOLM
A mi földünkről érkezett, de nem
Ismerem.
MACDUFF
Kedves, jó rokon, Isten hozott.
MALCOLM
Tudom, ki vagy! Az Úristen hamar
Megmutatta: nem vagy idegen.
ROSS
Így legyen, felséges úr.
MACDUFF
Változott-e valami Skóciában?
ROSS
Szegény ország, már-már fél szembenézni
Azzal, mi lett belőle. Nem hívhatjuk
Anyánknak, csak sírgödrünknek, és
Senkit nem látsz egyszer se mosolyogni,
Legfeljebb azt, aki nem tud semmiről.
�Sóhaj, nyögések, sikolyok tépik
A levegőt, sértik a fület, már
Nem számolja senki. A vad fájdalom
Mindennapos lett. A lélekharang
Nem tudja, kiért szól, s a jóemberek
Élete előbb ér véget, mintsem
A virág elhervadna sapkájukon:
Haldokolnak, megbetegszenek.
MACDUFF
Ezt szépen mondtad; fájdalmas igazság.
MALOLM
Mi a legújabb gyász oka?
ROSS
Hogy a gyászhír már nem él egy órát se,
Már percenként jön az újabb és újabb.
MACDUFF
Hogy van a feleségem?
ROSS
Hát, jól.
MACDUFF
És a gyerekeim?
ROSS
Ők is.
MACDUFF
A zsarnok nem háborgatta őket?
ROSS
Nem, nagy békében voltak, amikor
Eljöttem.
MACDUFF
Mért fukarkodsz a szóval? Mi történt?
ROSS
Amikor indultam, hogy beszámoljak
Nektek, nehéz szívvel, az a hír járta,
Hogy sok derék társunk külföldre ment,
És szerintem emiatt van az is,
Hogy a zsarnok csapatokat állít.
Nagyon kell a segítség. [MALCOLM-nak] Csupán egy
Pillantásod katonát teremtene
�Skóciában, és az asszonyok is
Harcolnának, hogy levethessék
Szörnyű gyötrelmeik.
MALCOLM
Vigasztald őket,
Hogy jövünk már. Anglia kegyesen
Siwardot és tízezer emberét adta
Kölcsön; kipróbált harcos az öreg,
Nincs jobb a keresztény világban.
ROSS
Bár viszonozhatnám ezt hasonló
Vigasszal, de szavam inkább
A puszta levegőbe üvölteném,
Ahol nem sérti a fület.
MACDUFF
Kinek szól a hír? Mindenkinek, vagy
Csak egyetlen szívbe markol?
ROSS
Nincs becsületes lélek, akit ne
Rendítene meg igazán, de a történet
Veleje csak rád vonatkozik.
MACDUFF
Ha az enyém, ne titkold el, gyorsan
Mondd, ki vele!
ROSS
Nehogy füled örökre elátkozza
Nyelvemet, mert ilyen súlyos hangokat
Még nem hallottál.
MACDUFF
Jaj, azt hiszem, tudom már…
ROSS
A váradat hirtelen megrohanták,
S kíméletlenül lemészárolták
Feleségedet és gyermekeidet.
Ha mindent pontosan elmondanék,
Téged is meggyilkolt őzgidáid
Mellé löknélek holt tetemként.
MALCOM
Jóságos Isten! De ne fojtsd el a bánatod,
Szóba öntsd, ami fáj; a néma gyász csak
�Suttog a nehéz szívnek, s megrepeszti.
MADUFF
A gyerekeimet is?
ROSS
Asszonyodat, gyerekeidet, szolgáidat:
Mindenkit, aki élt.
MACDUFF
És én nem lehettem ott?
A feleségemet is megölték?
ROSS
Ahogy mondtam.
MALCOLM
Valami vigasz kell:
Iszonyú bosszúnk legyen az orvosság,
Hogy a halálos bánatot gyógyítsuk.
MACDUFF
Neki nincs gyermeke. Mindet, azokat
A szépeket? Azt mondtad, mindenkit?
Poklok ragadozója! Mindenkit?
Hogy? Minden pelyhes csibét a kotlóssal?
Egyetlen mozdulattal felfordítja
A fészket?
MALCOLM
Harcolj, ahogy férfihoz illik.
MACDUFF
Igen, igen,
De éreznem is kell, ember vagyok,
Emlékeznem kell a legdrágábbakra.
Hát letekint a menny, és nem védi őket?
Macduff, szörnyű bűnöd, hogy miattad
Haltak meg. Gonosz vagy; nem a saját
Vétkeikért pusztultak, a te
Hibádból gyilkolták meg őket. A menny
Adjon nekik most békés nyughelyet.
MALCOLM
Ez legyen a kardod köszörűje,
Legyen harag a gyászból, a szív háborogjon,
Ne tompuljon el.
MACDUFF
�Most játszhatnám a nőt könnyes szemmel,
Beszélhetnék most összevissza, de
Inkább az eget kérem, közjáték
Helyett hadd legyek főszereplő, szemtől
Szembe a skót fenevaddal, tőlem
Egyetlen kardnyújtásnyira. Ha szökni próbál,
A menny lehet neki irgalmas, de nem én!
MALCOLM
Ez férfias harci riadó. Gyerünk a királyhoz,
Minden készen áll, már csak indulni kell.
Macbethet tönkretesszük: épp megérett rá.
A fentiek erősítsék hatalmunkat.
Kedvünk formáljuk bármilyen alakra,
Hosszú az éj, ha nem lel rá a napra.
[Kimennek.]
V. felvonás
5.1.
[Belép egy ORVOS és egy belső UDVARHÖLGY.]
ORVOS
Harmadik éjszaka virrasztok önnel, drága hölgyem, de semmi
bizonyíték nincs arra, amit mondott. Mikor járkált utoljára?
UDVARHÖLGY
Mióta felséges urunk a harcmezőn gyűjt csapatokat, láttam, hogy
asszonyunk kikel az ágyából, magára kapja hálóköpenyét, kinyitja a
faliszekrényt, papirost vesz elő, félbehajtja, ír rá valamit,
elolvassa, később pecséttel lezárja, aztán visszatér az ágyába, de
közben végig mélyen alszik.
ORVOS
A természet komoly zavarodottságát mutatja, ha valaki úgy részesül
az alvás jótéteményében, hogy közben látszólag ébren van. Álomittas
izgalmában a járkálás és a többi valóban eljátszott mozdulat mellett
mondott is valamit? Hallotta, mit beszél?
UDVARHÖLGY
Hallottam, uram, de nem ismétlem el.
ORVOS
Nekem nyugodtan, sokat segítene.
UDVARHÖLGY
�Sem magának, sem másnak, uram, mivel nincs tanúm, aki
megerősíthetné, amit mondok.
[Belép LADY MACBETH gyertyával.]
Nézze, itt jön. Úgy vette fel ezt a szokást, mint ruhát, szinte
belebújt, de az életemre esküszöm, hogy mélyen alszik. Nagyon
figyeljen, de ő ne lássa önt!
ORVOS
Honnan szerezte a gyertyát?
UDVARHÖLGY
Az ágya mellől. Azt parancsolta, hogy a szobájában mindig világítson
valami.
ORVOS
Látja? A szeme nyitva van.
UDVARHÖLGY
Igen, mégis minden érzékszerve becsukódott.
ORVOS
Most mit csinál? Nézze, hogy dörzsölgeti a kezét.
UDVARHÖLGY
Ezt sokszor csinálja; úgy tesz, mintha kezet mosna. Néha negyedórán
át nem hagyja abba.
LADY MACBETH
Még mindig itt egy folt.
ORVOS
Csönd, mondott valamit. Leírom, mi szólal meg benne, így később
pontosabban tudom felidézni a jelenetet.
LADY MACBETH
Tűnj el, átkozott folt! Tűnj el, ha mondom! Egy, kettő. Igen, most
jött el az idő, meg kell tenni. A pokol homályos. Fúj, uram, fúj,
katona és ennyire fél? Ki tudja meg, ha mi vagyunk hatalmon, és
senki sem vonhat felelősségre? De ki gondolta volna, hogy az
öregemberben ennyi vér van?
ORVOS
Hallotta ezt?
LADY MACBETH
Fife thánjának volt egy felesége. És hol van most? Hát sohasem lesz
tiszta ez a kéz? Ebből elég volt,
�uram, elég: ezzel a rángatózással mindent elrontasz.
ORVOS
Ajaj, ezt nem lett volna szabad hallania.
UDVARHÖLGY
Igen, biztosra veszem, hogy olyat mondott, amit
nem lett volna szabad. Az ég tudja, mit tud még.
LADY MACBETH
Még mindig itt van a vér szaga. Arábia minden fűszere sem képes
megédesíteni ezt a kis kezet. Ó! Ó! Ó!
ORVOS
Micsoda sóhaj! Nehéz a szív és fáj.
UDVARHÖLGY
Ilyen szívet nem hordanék a mellkasomban, még ha királynői testem
lehetne cserébe, akkor sem.
ORVOS
Jól van, jól van….
UDVARHÖLGY
Imádkozzunk, hogy minden jól legyen.
ORVOS
Ilyen esetem még nem volt, de tudok olyanokról, akik alvajárók
voltak, és ágyban haltak meg, beszentelve.
LADY MACBETH
Mosd meg a kezed, végy hálóruhát, ne sápadozz! Megint mondom, hogy
Banquót eltemették, nem mászhat elő a sírjából.
ORVOS
Még ez is?
LADY MACBETH
Ágyba, ágyba, kopognak a várkapun. Gyere, gyere, gyere, gyere, add a
kezed, amit megtettünk, nem lehet már nem megtenni. Ágyba, ágyba,
ágyba.
ORVOS
Most visszamegy az ágyba?
UDVARHÖLGY
Egyenesen oda.
ORVOS
�Rút dolgokról suttognak mindenütt,
A tett, ha vét a természet ellen,
Természetellenes a származéka is,
A nyugtalanság. Beteges elme
Süket párnának suttogja el a titkát.
Lelki segítség kell itt, nem orvosi.
Mindannyiunknak bocsáss meg, Istenem.
[Az udvarhölgyhöz:] Vigyázzon rá; a közeléből vigyen el
Mindent, amivel árthat magának,
És sohase veszítse szem elől.
Most jó éjszakát.
Megrémisztette elmémet a látvány,
Egészen elképesztett.
Csak gondolkodni merek, beszélni nem.
UDVARHÖLGY
Jó éjszakát, tudós doktor.
5.2.
[Dobosok és zászlóvivők. Belép MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX,
Katonák.]
MENTEITH
Az angol sereg közel van, élén
Malcolm és nagybátyja: Siward,
És a derék Macduff.
Bosszúvágy lobog bennük: sérelmük
Vérző félhalottakat felrázna,
A haldokló is indulatba jönne.
ANGUS
Birnam erdejénél találkozunk
Velük, annyi biztos. Odajönnek ők is.
CAITHNESS
Vajon Donalbain támogatja bátyját?
Ott lesz Malcolmmal?
LENNOX
Biztos, hogy nem. Listám van arról, ki
Van velünk a nemességből. Siward
Fia például, és számos ifjú,
Akik majd most érnek igazi férfivá.
MENTIETH
S a zsarnok mit csinál?
CAITHNESS
�Erősíti Dunsinane magas várát,
Sokan mondják, megőrült, aki nem
Gyűlöli annyira, vakmerő dühről
Beszél; az biztos: zavaros dolgait
Képtelen a törvény körén belül tartani.
ANGUS
Már pontosan érzi, mit jelent, hogy
Orgyilkos vér tapad a kezéhez,
Már érti, mit jelent a hitszegés;
Aki engedelmeskedik még neki,
Az parancsra cselekszik, nem
Szeretetből. Már érzi, mit jelent,
Ha a királyi cím úgy lóg valakin,
Mint tolvaj törpén óriás lebernyege.
MENTEITH
Nem csodálom, hogy minden elgyötört
Érzéke visszaborzad, elirtózott
Önmagától, hiszen bensőjében
Azt ítéli el, ami épp benne van.
CAITHNESS
Azt hiszem, jobb, ha most továbbmegyünk,
És teljesítjük, amivel tartozunk.
Találkozzunk Malcolmmal, ő a beteg
Nemzet gyógyszere, mi az orvosság
Cseppjei, akik megtisztogatjuk
Országunkat.
LENNOX
Vagy legyünk a királyi virágot
Tápláló harmatcseppek, de ami gyom,
Azt megfullasztjuk. Csapat, indulj Birnam felé!
[Mind el, menetelve.]
5.3.
[Belép MACBETH, az ORVOS és kísérők.]
MACBETH
Ne hozzatok több hírt. Hadd fussanak,
Mindenki, amerre lát. Ameddig
Birnam erdeje nem indul Dunsinane-be,
Nem mocskol be a félelem. Ki ez
A Malcolm, ez a kölyök? Talán nem
Anya szülte? A szellemek, az emberi
Sors ismerői azt jósolták nekem,
�„Ne félj, Macbeth, akit asszony szült meg,
Nem győzhet le soha.” Akkor csak tessék,
Álnok thánok, menjetek az angol
Kéjtanyára. Szilárd elmémet és szívemet
Nem hajlítja meg a kétség; nem rendít
Meg a rémület.
[Belép egy SZOLGA.]
Az ördög fessen feketére, te
Tejfölképű átokfajzat! Honnan
Vetted ezt a dülledt libaszemet?
SZOLGA
Uram, tízezer…
MACBETH
Liba, gazember?
SZOLGA
Katonák, uram.
MACBETH
Menj, és csipdesd a holtfehér archúsod,
Egy kis pirosítót a gyávaságra!
Friss májat egyél, több lesz majd a véred!
Miféle katonák, te idióta?
Fulladj meg, ez a lepedő-arc másokat
Is félelemre sápaszt. Miféle
Katonák jönnek, te tejfölös túró?
SZOLGA
Uram, könyörgök, az angol hadsereg!
MACBETH
Vidd innen a pofádat! Gyorsan!
Seyton! – rosszul vagyok, ha meglátlak –
Hé, Seyton, az anyád… – ez a támadás
Vagy felvidít majd, vagy most letaszít.
Eleget éltem. Az életem száradó
Holtágba lépett a sárga falevél
Évszakában, s az öregség áldásai:
Tisztelet, hűség, szeretet, barátok,
Nekem nem jut soha. Helyette átok:
Nem hangos, inkább mélyen zengő;
Gépiesen felmondott dicséret, lihegés,
Amit a szív tagadna, de a száj nem meri.
Seyton!
�[Belép SEYTON.]
SEYTON
Mit óhajt felséged?
MACBETH
Van új hír azóta?
SEYTON
Csak megerősítették, amit hallottál.
MACBETH
Harcolok, amíg a csontomról le nem
Metszik a húst.
Hozd a kardomat, a többi fegyvert!
SEYTON
Még nincsen rájuk szükség.
MACBETH
Nekem már kellenek.
Küldj ki több lovast. Pásztázd a környéket.
Akaszd fel, aki fél. Hozd a fegyverem.
Hogy van a beteged, tudós doktor?
ORVOS
A teste egészséges, felséges úr,
A feje van tele sűrű képzelgéssel,
Nem engedi pihenni.
MACBETH
Gyógyítsd ki ebből.
Hát nincs recepted a beteg elmére,
A bánat gyökereit sem tudod kitépni
Az emlékek közül, az agyra vésett
Zűrzavart kitörölni? Ha a mellkasban
Méreganyag gyűlik, és a szívet nyomja,
Nincs valami édes, purgáló csodaszer,
Amitől elfelejtjük, mi gyötör?
ORVOS
Itt a beteg csak önmagán segíthet.
MACBETH
Dobd a kutyáknak a tudományod,
Nekem nem kell. Ide a kardot, a lándzsát! –
Mozdulj, Seyton! – Doktorom, a thánok
Mind itt hagynak. [SEYTON-hoz:] – Most mégis, mire vársz? –
Te tudós, vizsgáld meg az országom
�Vizeletét, add vissza az egészségét
Egészen, ébredjen frissen, én pedig
A visszhangig tapsollak: kétszer hallod
A tenyerem. [SEYTON-hoz:] – Indulj már, azt a keserves…! –
[SEYTON el.]
Mondd, nincs valami szennafű, rebarbara,
Tudod: tisztítószer, ami kihajtja
Innen az angol sereget?
ORVOS
De van, jó uram, hiszen azt halljuk,
Királyi fogadtatásban részesülnek.
MACBETH
Azt ott hozd utánam. –
Addig nem halok meg, semminek sincs vége,
Míg Birnam erdeje nem jön Dunsinane-be.
[Mindenki el, kivéve az ORVOS-t.]
ORVOS
Bárcsak Dunsinane-től messze lennék,
Nincs az a pénz, amiért visszajönnék.
[Elmegy.]
5.4.
[Dobok és zászlók. Belép MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, IFJABB SIWARD,
MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS és KATONÁK, menetelve.]
MALCOLM
Rokonaim, remélem, közel már
A nap, hogy otthonunkban biztonság
Lakozzon.
MENTEITH
Semmi kétségünk nincs!
SIWARD
Miféle erdő ez itt?
MENTEITH
A birnami erdő.
MALCOLM
Minden katona vágjon egy lombos ágat,
S tartsa maga elé; így árnyékba borul,
Hogy hányan vagyunk, s a felderítés
�Hibás adatot mond.
KATONA
Igenis, uram!
SIWARD
Csak annyit tudunk, a magabiztos zsarnok
Szilárdan tartja magát Dunsinane-ben,
És hagyja majd, hogy tábort verjünk.
MALCOLM
Mert azt reméli, így nem szöknek ki
Többen a várból: minden rendű és rangú
Elhagyta, s aki szolgálja, kényszerből
Teszi: a szív hiányzik.
MACDUFF
Alaposan mérjük föl erőinket,
És igaz ügyünk mellé illesszünk
Vitézséget.
SIWARD
Eljött az idő:
Tanácskozunk, és jó döntést hozunk,
Mi a miénk és mivel tartozunk.
A találgatás hamis reményt táplál,
Ha lecsapunk, eldől, ki támad vagy hátrál,
Hát akkor induljon a háború!
5.5.
[Belép MACBETH, SEYTON és katonák dobokkal és zászlókkal.]
MACBETH
Tűzd ki zászlónkat a külső falra;
Még mindig azt kiáltozzák, „jönnek”.
A vár ereje kikacagja ezt az ostromot,
Hadd heverésszenek itt lenn, alattunk,
Az éhínség, a láz majd felzabálja őket.
Magukhoz kényszerítik, aki a miénk,
Másképp a szakállánál fogva mindet
Hazavernénk.
[Asszonyi sikoltás hallatszik kívülről.]
Mi volt ez a zaj?
SEYTON
Asszonyok jajongnak, jó uram.
�MACBETH
Már alig emlékszem a félelem ízére,
Volt idő, amikor egyetlen sikolytól
Az éjszakában minden érzékem
Jegesre fagyott, s egy baljós történettől
Karomon minden szőrszál külön állt,
És reszketett, mintha mindegyikben
Élet volna. Torkig bevacsoráztam
Iszonyatból. Most a borzalom bennem
A véres gondolatok jóbarátja.
Ki sikoltott?
SEYTON
Uram, meghalt a királyné.
MACBETH
Később kellett volna;
Egy ilyen szó más lett volna más időben.
A holnap és a holnap és a holnap:
Nap telik nap után, mind húzza a lábát
A jegyzett idő utolsó szaváig,
És minden tegnap a dohos halálba
Világított utat nekünk, bolondoknak.
Ne égj, csonka gyertya!
Az élet csupán sétáló árny, egy nyavalyás
Színész, egy órát teszi-veszi magát fönn
A színpadon és elhallgat. Egy gyagyás
Meséje, hang és téboly,
És nem szól semmiről.
[Belép egy HÍRNÖK.]
A nyelvedet akarod használni:
Mi a történet? Egy-kettő, gyorsan!
HÍRNÖK
Kegyelmes uram,
Azt kéne elmondanom, amit láttam,
De nem tudom, hogyan.
MACBETH
Azért csak mondjad!
HÍRNÖK
Ahogy álltam fenn a dombon s őrködtem,
Birnam felé néztem, és úgy tűnt,
Az erdő elindult felém.
�MACBETH
Hazug disznó!
HÍRNÖK
Tégy velem, amit akarsz, ha nem igaz;
Három mérföldre látszik, hogy felénk tart:
Egy mozgó liget.
MACBETH
Ha hazudsz, az első fára lógatlak fel,
Elevenen, amíg az éhség le nem
Szárít; ha igazat mondtál, te tedd
Meg nekem ezt a szívességet, jó? –
Az elszántságom gyanakvásba fordul;
Elcsúszott valami: a látomás
Lidérce úgy volt kétértelmű, hogy igazat
Mondott: ezzel hazudott. „Ne félj,
Amíg Birnam erdeje nem jön fel
Dunsinane-be”, és most az erdő feljön
Dunsinane-be. Mindenki fogjon fegyvert!
Ha megtörtént, amiről ez itt szájalt,
Nincs hová mennem, s itt sem maradhatok.
Már az is fáraszt, hogy ragyog a nap,
És bár csinálná vissza valaki,
Hogy egyáltalán létezik világ.
Verd félre a harangot! Riadó!
Bömböljön a szél, hadd pusztítson a romlás,
Ha meg kell halni, legalább fegyvert fogj,
Most nincs más.
[Mind el.]
5.6.
[Dobok és zászlók. Belép MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF és seregeik,
ágakkal.]
MALCOLM
Közelítünk, dobjátok el a lombos
Ágat, már nem kell leplezni, hogy kik
Vagyunk. Siward bátyám, kiváló fiaddal
Az első összecsapást te vezesd,
Mi a jó Macduffal elvégezzük,
Ha maradna még valami feladat,
Ez a hadiparancsom.
SIWARD
Isten veled.
Találja meg a zsarnokot csapatunk,
�És győzzenek le, hogyha nem harcolunk.
MACDUFF
Beszéljenek a kürtök, szavuk felszáll,
Harsogva hirdessék: sok vér és halál!
[Kimennek. További kürtszó.]
5.7.
[Belép MACBETH.]
MACBETH
Oszlophoz kötöztek, és mint a medve,
Harcolnom kell, nincs hova menekülnöm.
Ki az, akit nem az anyja szülte?
Tőle kell félnem, mástól senkitől se.
[Belép az IFJÚ SIWARD.]
IFJÚ SIWARD
Mi a neved?
MACBETH
Megrettensz, ha meghallod.
IFJÚ SIWARD
Nem! Mondj perzselőbb nevet, mint bármely
Név a pokol fenekéről.
MACBETH
A nevem Macbeth.
IFJÚ SIWARD
A fülem belefájdul:
Az ördög sem ejthetne ki gyűlöltebb nevet.
MACBETH
De rémisztőbbet se.
IFJÚ SIWARD
Hazudsz, átkozott zsarnok, kardommal
Bizonyítom, mennyire hazudsz!
[Vívnak, az IFJÚ SIWARD holtan elesik.]
MACBETH
Hiába, anya szült.
Kardra mosolygok, a fegyvert kacagom,
�Ha anya szülte, hordja: hadd villogjon.
Csak tessék – hagyom.
[Kimegy, és viszi magával az IFJÚ SIWARD testét. Harsonák. Belép
MACDUFF.]
MACDUFF
Itt hallok csatazajt. Zsarnok, mutasd
A képed! Ha nem az én döfésem öl meg,
A feleségem s kisgyermekeim
Nem nyughatnak, kísért a szellemük.
Mért bántanék itt néhány nyamvadt zsoldost,
Aki csak pénzért rázza a lándzsáját?
Te kellesz, Macbeth, vagy éles kardom
Tett nélkül csúszik vissza hüvelyébe.
Itt kéne lenned, a kardcsattogás,
A harci zsivaj rólad árulkodik.
Szerencse, segíts megtalálnom, más
Kívánságom nincs.
[Elmegy. Harsonák, csatazaj. Belép MALCOLM és SIWARD.]
SIWARD
Uram, gyere, a vár lassan tiéd,
A zsarnoktól sokan hozzánk pártolnak,
S a nemes thánok vitézül küzdenek,
Úgy tűnik, uram, ez a te napod,
Nincs már sok dolgunk.
MALCOLM
Az ellenség most úgy van ellenünk,
Hogy épp velünk van.
SIWARD
Felséged lépjen be a várkapun.
[Elmennek, harsonák.]
5.8.
[Belép MACBETH.]
MACBETH
Miért is játszanám a római
Bolondot? Talán kardomba dőljek?
Amíg itt élő alakokat látok,
Inkább gyönyörködöm a sebeikben.
[Belép MACDUFF.]
�MACDUFF
Fordulj ide, pokol kutyája, fordulj!
MACBETH
Mindenki közül téged kerültelek,
Menj innen, menj. Véredből máris túl sok
Terheli a lelkem.
MACDUFF
Nincs mit mondanom, az én hangom a kard,
Te véresebb gazember, mintsem szó
Lenne rá.
[Vívnak, közben kürtszó.]
MACBETH
Kár fáradoznod.
Előbb aprítod szét a kardoddal
A sivár levegőt, mintsem hogy belőlem
Vér fakadjon. Sebezhető fejekre
Tartogasd a pengéd. Engem varázs véd:
Engem nem bánthat az, kit anya szült.
MACDUFF
Rettegjen az a varázs!
Majd elmondja neked maga a bukott
Angyal, akit szolgálsz: Macduffot idő
Előtt az anyja méhéből kitépték!
MACBETH
Átkozott legyen a nyelv, ami ezt
Mondja; a jobbik részem szívja ki.
A szemfényvesztő lidércek becsaptak,
Két értelemből fontak minden szót,
Ami a fülemben ígéretként csengett,
Megtört reményként, tompán némul el.
Nem harcolok veled.
MACDUFF
Akkor add meg magad, te gyávaság
Bálványa, cégtábla leszel, bámuljon
A nép: kiállítunk mint szörnyű ritkaságot,
Oszlopra festünk és odapingáljuk:
„Itt látható a zsarnok”.
MACBETH
Nem aláztok meg.
Tán Malcolm lába előtt csókoljam
�A földet? Átkozzon, köpjön le a csőcselék?
Igen: a birnami erdő feljött
Dunsinane-be. Igen: téged nem anya
Szült. Itt az utolsó próba: itt vagyok.
Tessék: a pajzsom elhajítom.
Támadj, Macduff és legyen átkozott,
Aki először kezd sírni, hogy „elég volt!”.
[Kimennek, közben vívnak. Harsonák. Majd újra belép MACBETH és
MACDUFF, vívnak, MACBETH holtan elesik. MACDUFF kimegy MACBETH
testével.
5.9.
[Visszavonulás és harsonák. Dobokkal és zászlókkal belép MALCOLM,
SIWARD, ROSS, a thánok és katonák.]
MALCOLM
Bárcsak itt lennének már barátaink,
Remélem, sok bajuk nem esett.
SIWARD
Néhányan biztosan meghaltak. De sokan
Térnek vissza: nagy győzelem volt,
Kevés véráldozattal.
MALCOLM
Macduff hiányzik, és a te fiad is,
Siward bátyám.
ROSS:
[SIWARD-hoz]: Uram, fiad igazi katonaként
Rótta le tartozását életéért;
Így érett valódi férfivá. Ezt
Bizonyítja bátorsága: végig
Kitartott, s férfiként halt meg.
SIWARD
Hát meghalt?
ROSS
Igen,
A többiekkel fekszik, kiterítve.
Kérlek, érdemeit ne bánatoddal
Mérd, mert akkor örökké siratod.
SIWARD
Elöl kapott halálos sebet a fiam?
�ROSS
Igen, uram, elöl.
SIWARD
Akkor legyen az Isten katonája;
Ha annyi fiam lenne, mint hajszálam,
Egyiknek sem kívánnék szebb halált.
Hadd szóljon érte a lélekharang!
MALCOLM
Ennél különb szertartást érdemel,
Majd gondoskodom róla.
SIWARD
Nem, nem érdemel többet, hiszen hallod:
Az élettől szépen vált meg, és nem volt
Tartozása: most Isten nyugosztalja.
[Belép MACDUFF, MACBETH fejével.]
MACDUFF
Üdv neked, királyom, hiszen az vagy!
Nézd, itt a trónbitorló átkozott feje.
Az idő kiszabadult. Látom,
Királyságod úgy ölel, mint foglalat
A drága ékkövet: az én hangomban
Csendül hangosan, amit mások csupán
Magukban mondanak vagy gondolnak:
Üdv neked, Skócia királya!
MINDENKI
Üdv neked, Skócia királya!
[Harsonaszó.]
MALCOLM
Nem fogunk sok időt pazarolni:
Hogy szerettek, most rögtön megköszönjük,
És nem maradunk adósa senkinek.
Thánok, rokonaim: mostantól viseljetek
Grófi címet: először királyi
Adomány ez Skóciában. S az idő
Azt kívánja, kezdjünk ültetni újra
Kertjeinkben, s barátainkat, akik
Az éber zsarnok csapdái elől
Külföldre kényszerültek, hívjuk gyorsan
Haza. A kényúr aljas társait
Bíróság elé visszük: azokat,
Akik szolgálták ezt a most megölt
�Mészárost és sátánfajzat feleségét;
Utóbbiról az hírlik, hogy önkezével,
Vad indulatban vetett véget
Életének. S ami még szükséges,
Megtesszük, megformáljuk, a kegyelem
Kegyelméből, mérték, idő és hely
Szerint. Most halljátok mind,
Együtt, s külön-külön a köszönet
Szavát: meghívunk Scone-ba,
Ott fejemre teszik a koronát.
[Mind el.]
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Dublin Core
The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/.
Title
A name given to the resource
Macbeth
Subject
The topic of the resource
A Macbeth címá dráma verziói
Description
An account of the resource
A Macbeth című dráma angol és magyar szövegváltozatai, színházi és filmes adaptációi
Creator
An entity primarily responsible for making the resource
Almási Zsolt
Source
A related resource from which the described resource is derived
Digitalizált könyvek, színházi előadások, filmek
Publisher
An entity responsible for making the resource available
Almási Zsolt
Rights
Information about rights held in and over the resource
Creative Commons Nevezd meg! - Ne add el! - Így add tovább! 2.5 Magyarország Licenc
Language
A language of the resource
magyar
angol
License
A legal document giving official permission to do something with the resource.
Creative Commons Nevezd meg! - Ne add el! - Így add tovább! 2.5 Magyarország Licenc
Medium
The material or physical carrier of the resource.
digitális gyűjtemény
Zotero
Author
Almási Zsolt
Date
2016. 02. 19.
Language
magyar
Publisher
Almási Zsolt
Title
Macbeth gyűjtemény
URL
https://msha.btk.ppke.hu/collections/show/2
Text
A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text.
Original Format
The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data
Könyv
Dublin Core
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Title
A name given to the resource
Macbeth (Kállay Géza 2014)
Subject
The topic of the resource
Macbeth 21. századi magyar fordítása.
Description
An account of the resource
Kállay Gézának a Liget Kiadónál megjelentetett fordításának az archívumhoz hangolt változata. Annyiban változata az eredeti megjelenésnek, hogy formailag idomul az archívumban található szövegekhez, valamint a rendezői utasítások szögletes zárójelbe kerültek, illetve egy-két elütést javítottam. Tovább az eredtei kiadásból csak a szöveget hagytam meg, a bevezető tanulmányt és a jegyzeteket kihagytam.
Creator
An entity primarily responsible for making the resource
William Shakespeare
Source
A related resource from which the described resource is derived
https://konyv.ligetmuhely.com/ebook/Macbeth-KallayG-Liget.pdf
Publisher
An entity responsible for making the resource available
Liget Műhely Alapítvány
Date
A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource
2017
Contributor
An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource
Kállay Géza fordító
Almási Zsolt (Az archívum számára szekesztette)
Horgas Judit (Liget kiadó szerkesztő)
Levendel Júlia (Liget kiadó szerkesztő)
Horgas Béla (Liget kiadó szerkesztő)
Rights
Information about rights held in and over the resource
Ez a Mű a Creative Commons Nevezd meg! - Ne add el! 4.0 Nemzetközi Licenc feltételeinek megfelelően felhasználható.
Format
The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource
PDF
Language
A language of the resource
magyar
Type
The nature or genre of the resource
TragédiA
Coverage
The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant
Budapest
Date Created
Date of creation of the resource.
2019
License
A legal document giving official permission to do something with the resource.
Ez a Mű a Creative Commons Nevezd meg! - Ne add el! 4.0 Nemzetközi Licenc feltételeinek megfelelően felhasználható.
Bibliographic Citation
A bibliographic reference for the resource. Recommended practice is to include sufficient bibliographic detail to identify the resource as unambiguously as possible.
Budapest, Liget Műhely Alapítvány, 2014
Zotero
Author
William Shakespeare
Translator
Kállay Géza
ISBN
ISBN 978-615-5419-11-9
Book Title
Macbeth
Date
2014
First Page
32
Genre
Tragédia
Language
Magyar
Medium
Könyv
Num Pages
97
Pages
32-129
Publisher
Liget Műhely Alapítvány
Rights
Ez a Mű a Creative Commons Nevezd meg! - Ne add el! 4.0 Nemzetközi Licenc feltételeinek megfelelően felhasználható.
URL
https://konyv.ligetmuhely.com/ebook/Macbeth-KallayG-Liget.pdf
digitális szöveg
Fordítás
Kállay Géza
Tragédia