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.
Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Gent. Directly.
Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman,
Shall e'er have power on thee.Then fly, false
thanes,
And mingle with the English epicures:
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
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,
And still keep eyes upon her:-So, good-night:
My mind,she has mated, and amaz'd my sight:
I think, but dare not speak.
Gent.
Good-night, good doctor.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.-The Country near Dunsinane. Enter, with Drum and Colors, MENTETH, CATHNESS, LENOX, ANGUS, and Soldiers.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!"
Where gott'st thou that goose look?
Serv. There is ten thousand
Geese, villain?
Soldiers, sir.
Macb. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
Serv. The English force, so please you.
Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!--I am
sick at heart,
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.
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.*
His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself, for being there?
Well, march we on,
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal;
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Each drop of us.
Len.
Or so much as it needs,
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.
Make we our march towards Birnam.
[Exeunt, marching. SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.
Mach. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all;
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsináne,
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
All mortal consequents, pronounced me thus:
A religious; an ascetic.
The physician.
I have liv'd long enough: my May of life
Is fall'n into the sear,' 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, but dare not.
Seyton!
Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of
it.-
Come, put mine armor on; give me my staff-
Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me:-
Come, sir, despatch:-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!-Hearest thou
of them?
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation | And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Makes us hear something.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit.
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit.
SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane. A Wood
in view.
Enter, with Drum and Colors, MALCOLM, old
SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH,
CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, ROSSE, and Soldiers,
marching.
Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.
Ment.
We doubt it nothing.
Siw. What wood is this before us?
Ment.
Mal. 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.
Sold. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't. Mal. "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.
Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership.
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.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colors, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers.
Macb. 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 ours,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home. What is that noise?
[A cry within of women.
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Mach. 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 rouse, and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.- -Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Macb. She should have died 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;
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.
Enter a Messenger.
Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly
Mess. Gracious my lord,
say I I shall report that which I saw, But know not how to do it.
Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb.
Liar, and slave!
[Striking him
Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if 't be not so
Within this three mile may you see it coming;
I say, a moving grove.
Mach.
If thou speak'st false,
Upon the next tree shalt 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 the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth: Fear not till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane;-and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsináne.-Arm, arm, and out.-
If this which he avouches, does appear,
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
And wish the estate of the world were now undone.-
Ring the alarum bell:-Blow wind! come, wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back.
SCENE VI-A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colors, MALCOLM, ola SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, with Boughs.
Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw
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 us what else remains to do,
According to our order.
Siw.
Fare you well.--
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII-Another Part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH.
Macb. 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.
Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.
Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain.
Macb.
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.
Macd. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy face:
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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,
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.
Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Co
lors, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX,
ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.
Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar-
rived.
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms
Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
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
Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.
Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
[Exit. Alarum.
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently
Turn, hell-hound, turn. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already.
I have no words,
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out! [They fight.
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 charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
Mocd.
Despair thy charm ;
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter' with us i, a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee.
Mard. Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Reported with clamor.
• Shuffle.
The air which cannot be cut.
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
Siw.
Then he is dead?
Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause
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 crown'd at Scone.
[Flourish. Exeunt
PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards K. Henry III.
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, late
Duke of Bretagne, the elder Brother of K. John.
WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.
GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, Chief Jus-
ticiary of England.
WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.
ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.
HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the King. ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert Faulconbridge.
PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-Brother, Bas-
tard Son to King Richard the First.
JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulconbridge.
PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet.
PHILIP, King of France.
LEWIS, the Dauphin.
ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA.
CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's Legate.
MELUN, a French Lord.
CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to K. John
ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and Mo ther of King John.
CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and Niece to King John.
LADY FAULCON BRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard, and Robert Faulconbridge.
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
SCENE-Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
SCENE I.-Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace.
Enter KING JOAN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others, with CuATILLON. K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of
France,
In my behavior,' to the majesty,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.
Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty! K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
To this fair island, and the territories;
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine:
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Which sways usurpingly these several titles;
And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?
Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for blood,
Controlment for controlment: so answer France. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my The furthest limit of my embassy. [mouth,
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace:
For ere thou canst report I will be there,
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard.
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And sullen presage of your own deca
An honorable conduct let him have.
Pembroke, look to't; Farewell, Chatillon.
[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE
Eh. What now, my son? have I not ever said,
How that ambitious Constance would not cease,
Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her son?
This might have been prevented, and made whole,
With very easy arguments of love;
Which now the manage' of two kingdoms must
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. [for us.
K. John. Our strong possession, and our right.
Eli. Your strong possession, much more than
your right;
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me.
So much my conscience whispers in your ear
Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear.
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whis-
Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Come from the country to be judged by you, That e'er I heard: Shall I produce the men? K. John. Let them approach,- [Exit Sheriff Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
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