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the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your | Fear not, Macbeth; no man, thats burn of woman, hand: What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, to Shall e'er have power on thee.-Then fly, false bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MacBETH.

thanes, Doct. Will she go now to bed ?

And mingle with the English epicures: Gent. Directly.

The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; Unnatural Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear. deeds

Enter a Servant. Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!' More needs she the divine, than the physician.- Where gott'st thou that goose look ? God, God, forgive us all! Look after her;

Serv. There is ten thousandRemove from her the means of all annoyance, Macb.

Geese, villain ? And still keep eyes upon her :—So, good-night:


Soldiers, sir. My mind, she has mated,' and amaz'd my sight:

Macb. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, I think, but dare not speak.

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?' Gent.

Good-might, good doctor. Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine

[Exeunt. Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? SCENE II.-The Country near Dunsinane. Serv. The English force, so please you. Enter, with Drum and Colors, MENTETH, CATH

Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am

sick at heart, NESS, LENOX, Angus, and Soldiers.

When I behold—Seyton, I say!—This push Ment. The English power is near, led on by Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. Malcolm,

I have liv'd long enough: my May of life His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.

Is fall'n into the sear,' the yellow leaf: Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes And that which should accompany old age, Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,

As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
Excite the mortified man."

I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Near Birnam wood

Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming; which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

Seyton! Len. For certain, sir, he is not; I have a file

Enter SEYTOX. Of all the gentry; there is Şiward's son,

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? And many unrough' youths that even now


What news more? Protest their first of manhood.

Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reMent. What does the tyrant?

ported. Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:

Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh bo Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,

hack'd. Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,

Give me my armor. He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause


'Tis not needed yet. Within the belt of rule.

Macb. I'll put it on.
Now does he feel

Send out more horses, skirr the country round; His secret murders sticking on his hands;

Hang those that talk of fear.–Give me mine arNow minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Those he commands, move only in command,

How does your patient, doctor? Nothing in love: now does he feel his title


Not so sick, my lord, Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
Upon a dwarfish thief.

That keep her from her rest.
Who then shall blame


Cure her of that: His pester'd senses to recoil and start,

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; When all that is within him does condemn

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Itself, for being there?

Raze out the written troubles of the brain;

Well, march we on, And with some sweet, oblivious antidote,
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:

Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal;

Which weighs upon the heart? And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Doct.

Therein the patient Each drop of us.

Must minister to himself.
Or so much as it needs,

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.

it. Make we our march towards Birnam.

Come, put mine armor on; give me my staff:

[Exeunt, marching. Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me:SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Come, sir, despatch:-If thou couldst, doctor, cast

The water of my land, find her disease,
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.

And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly, all; I would applaud thee to the very echo,
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,

That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know would scour these English hence !-Hearest thor All mortal consequents, pronounced me thus:


of them? • Confounded. • A religious; an ascetic. 1 Sink.

# Base fellow Unbearded. • The physician. 9 An appellation of contempt.


· Dry.

Doct. \y, my good lord; your royal preparation And all cur yesterdays have lighted fools
Makes us hear something.

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Macb.

Bring it after me. Life's but a walking shadow: a poor player, I will not be afraid of death and bane,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsináne. [Exit. And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Doct. Were I from Dunsináne away and clear, Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. Signifying nothing.
SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane. A Wood

Enter a Messenger.
in view.

Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly

Mess. Gracious my lord,
Enter, with Drum and Colors, MALCOLM, old
Siwarn and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH,

I shall report that which I say I saw,
Careness, Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and Soldiers, But know not how to do it.


Well, say, sir. marching.

Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, That chambers will be safe.

The wood began to move.
We doubt it nothing.

Liar, and slave! Siw. What wood is this before us?

[Striking him Ment.

The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, within this three mile may you see it coming;

Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if 't be not so And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow

I say, a moving grove. The numbers of our host, and make discovery Mach.

If thou speak’st false, Err in report of us.

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
It shall be done.

Till famine cling thco: if thy speech be sooth,
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant I care not if thou dost for me as much.-
Keeps still in Dunsináne, and will endure

I pull in resolution; and begin
Our setting down before't.
'Tis his main hope:

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

That lies like truth: Fear not till Birnam wood For where there is advantage to be given,

come to Dunsinine;---and now a wood Both more and less have given him the revolt;

Comes toward Dunsináne.-Arm, arm, and out.And none serve with him but constrained things,

If this which he avouches, does appear, Whose hearts are absent too.

There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. Macd.

'Let our just censures I'gin to be a-weary of the sun, Attend the true event, and put we on

And wish the estate of the world were now undone... Industrious soldiership.

Ring the alarum bell :- Blow wind! come, wrack ! Siw. The time approaches,

At least we'll die with harness on our back. That will with due decision make us know

[Exeunt What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;

SCENE VI.-A Plain before the Castle. But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:

Enter, with Drums and Colors, MALCOLM, ola Towards which, advance the war.

Siwann, Maeduff, &c., and their Army, with

[Exeunt, marching Boughs. SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw Enter, with Drums and Colors, Macbeth, Ser. And show like those you are:- You, worthy uncle,

down, Ton, and Soldiers.

Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble sen, Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Lead our first battle; worthy Macduff, and we, walls;

Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength According to our order.
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,


Fare you well. Till famine, and the ague, eat them up:

Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Were they not forced with those that should be ours,

Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them And beat them backward home. What is that noise!

all breath, [A cry within of women.

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

[Exeunt. Alarums continued. Much. I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have coold

SCENE VIL.--Another Part of the Plain. To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair

Enter MACBETA. Would at a discal treatise rouse, and stir

Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; But, bear-like, I must fight the course.—What’s he, Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, That was not born of woman? Such a one Cannot once start me.-Wherefore was that cry? Am I to fear, or none. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Enter young Siwand. Macb. She should have died hereafter;.

Yo. Siw. What is thy name? There would have been a time for such a word,


'Thou'lt be afraid to hear ile To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time;

Than any is in hell. • i . Greater and less

* Skin

4. Burivel.


a title


My name's Macbeth. Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce Here may you see the tyrant.


I'll not yield, More hateful to mine ear.

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Macb.

No, nor more fearful. And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsináne, sword

And thou oppos’d, being of no woman born, I'll prove the lie thou speak’st.

Yet I will try the last: Before my body [They fight, and young Siward is slain. I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff; Macb.

Thou wast born of woman. And damn'a be him that first cries, Hold, enough. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,

[Exeunt, fighting Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit. Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Co Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.

lors, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Rosse, LENOX, Macd. That way the noise is :--Tyrant, show

Angus, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers. thy face:

Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar. If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,

rived. My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.

Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms

So great a day as this is cheaply ught. Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,

Rosse. Yourson, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; He only liv'd but till he was a man; By this great clatter, one of greatest note

The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum. But like a man he died.

In the unshrinking station where he fought,
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.


Then he is dead? Siw. 'This way, my lord;--the castle's gently

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your cause render'd:

of sorrow The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;

Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then The noble thanos do bravely in the war;

It hath no end. The day almost itself professes yours,

Siw. Had he his hurts before ?
And little is to do.

Rosse. Ay, on the front.
We have met with foes


Why then, God's soldier be he! That strike beside us

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

Enter, sir, the castle. I would not wish them to a fairer death:
[Exeunt. Alarum. And so his knell is knollid.


He's worth more sorrow, Re-enter MACDETI.

And that I'll spend for him. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die


He's worth no more; On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes They say he parted well, and paid his score: Do better upon them.

So God be with him.--Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDUFF.

Re-enter Macduff, with MACBETH's Head on a
Turn, hell-hound, turn.

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
But get thee back, my soul is too much charged

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, With blood of thine already.

where stands Macd.

I have no words,

The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain

I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Than terms can give thee out! [They fight.

That speak my salutation in their minds; Macb.

Thou losest labor: Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air

Hail, king of Scotland!

All. With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:

King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, I bear a charmed life, which must not yield

Before we reckon with your several loves, To one of woman born.

And make us even with you. My thanes and Macd. Despair thy charm ;

kinsmen, And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb

In such an honor named. What's more to do, Untimely ripp'u.

Which would be planted newly with the time,Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,

As calling home our exiled friends abroad, For it hath cow'd my better part of man!

That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; And be these juggling fiends ne more believ'd,

Producing forth the cruel ministers That palter' with us il. a double sense;

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; That keep the word of promise to our ear,

Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands And break it to our hope.--I'll not fight with thee. Took off her life : This, and what needful else Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.

We will perform in measure, time, and place : We'll have thce, as our rarer monsters are,

So thanks to all at once, and to each one,

Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. • Foot-soldiers.

* Reported with clamor. • The air which cannot be cut.

[Flourish. Exeunt

• Shufile.



King Joan.

LEWIS, the Dauphin.
Prince Henry, his Son; afterwards K. Henry III. ARCHDUKE OF Áustria.
Anthun, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, late Cardinal PanduLPIT, the Pope's Legate.

Duke of Bretagne, the elder Brother of K. John. MELUN, a French Lord.
WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to K. John
GEFprer Fitz-PETER, Earl of Essex, Chief Jus-
ticiary of England.

Elinor, the Widow of King Henry II. and Mo William LongSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.

ther of King John. Robert Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.

ConstaNCE, Mother to Arthur. HUBERT DE Burgi, Chamberlain to the King. Blanch, Danghter to Alphonso, King of Castile, ROBERT FAULCON BRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert Faul and Niece to King John. conbridge.

Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard, Philip FatlconBRIDGE, his Half-Brother, Bas- and Robert Faulconbridge.

tard Son to King Richard the First. James Gunner, Servant to Lady Faulconbridge. Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sherif, HePeten of Pomfret, a Prophet.

ralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Philip, King of France.

SCENESometimes in England, and sometimes in France.

ACT I. SCENE I.—Northampton. A Room of State in K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in the Palace.

peace : Enter King JoAN, QUEEN Eltron, PEMBROKE, Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; Essex, Salisbury, and others, with CHATILLON. The thunder of my cannon shall be heard.

For ere thou canst report I will be there, K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, France with us?

And sullen presage of your own decany Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of An honorable conduct let him haye. France,

Pembroke, look to't; Farewell, Gkatillon. In my behavior,' to the majesty,

[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE The borrow'd majesty of England here.

Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty! How that ambitious Constance would not cease, K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em- Till she had kindled France, and all the world, bassy.

Upon the right and party of her son ? Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf This might have been prevented, and made whole, Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,

With very easy arguments of love; Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim Which now the manage of two kingdoms must To this fair island, and the territories;

With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. [tor us. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: K. John. Our strong possession, and our riglat, Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,

Eli. Your strong possession, much more than Which sways usurpingly these several titles;

your right; And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Or else it must go wrong with you, and me. Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

So much my conscience whispers in your ear K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear.

Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whisTo enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.

pers Essex. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, for blood,

Come from the country to be judged by you, Controlment for controlment: so answer France. That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ?

Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my K. John. Let them approach,– [Exit Sheriff The furthest limit of my embassy, [mouth, 'Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay 1 In the manner I now do.

Conduct, administration.




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