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The cry is stiil, They come: Our castle's strength 1)o we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them
(Exeunt. Alarums continueda. (Acry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. SCENE VII.-The same. Another part of the Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :
plain. Enter Macbeth. The time has been, my senses would have coolid To hear a night-shriek; and my fell' of hair Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he, As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; That was not born of woman? Such a one Direness, familiar to my slaughtrous thoughts,
Am I to fear, or none. Cannot once start me. –Wherefore was that cry?
Enter Young Siward. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Nacb. She should have died hereafter;
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. There would have been a time for such a word.To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hoto
ter name Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
Than any is in hell. To the last syllable of recorded time;
My name's Macbeth. And all our yesterdays have lighted tools
Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle !
No, nor more fearful.
Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
sword Signifying nothing.
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[They fight, and Young Siward is slain. Macb.
'Thou wast born of woman.Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Mess. Gracious my lord,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. (Ex. I shall report that which I say I saw,
Alarums. Enter Macduff.
Well, say, sir.
Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
thy face: I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
Ir thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, The wood began to move.
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. Macb.
Liar, and slave! I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms
[Striking him. Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Mess. Let me endure your wrath, it't be not so: Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Within this three mile may you see it coming ;
I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be; I say, a moving grove.
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited:Let me find himn, fortune!
And more I beg not.
[Exit. Alarum. Till famine cling? thee: if thy speech be sooth,
Enter Malcolm and Old Siward. I care not if thou dost for me as much.
Siw. This way, my lord ;-the castle's gently I pull in resolution; and begin
render'd: To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
We have met with foes There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
That strike beside us. l’gin to be a-weary of the sun,
Enter, sir, the caslle. And wish the estate o'the world were now undone.Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind !come, wrack!
(Ereunt. Alarum. At least we'll die with harnesson our back.
Re-enter Macbeth. [Ereunt. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and
die SCENE VI.-The same. A plain before the cas-Un mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes lle. Enter, with drums and colours, Malcolm. Do better upon them. Old Siward, Macdufl, &-c. and their army, with
Re-enter Macduff. boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw
Turn, hell-hound, turn. down,
Macb. Or all men else I have avoided thee : And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, But get the back, my soul is too much charg’d Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
With blood of thine already. Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,
I have no words, Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain According to our order.
Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. Siv. Fare you well. Macb.
Thou loosest labour : (2) Shrivel. . (3) Armour, (4) Soldiers, (5) Reported with clamour,
As easy may'st thou the entrenchant air!
He's worth more sorrow, With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: And that I'll spend for him. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;.
He's worth no more; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield They say, he parted well, and paid his score: To one of woman born.
So, God be with him !-Here comes newer comfort. Macd.
Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,
Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head on a pole. Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Bebold, Untimely ripp'd.
where stands Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,' And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That speak my salutation in their minds; That paltera with us in a double sense ; Whose voices'I desire aloud with mine, That keep the word of promise to our ear, Hail, king of Scotland ! And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee. All.
King of Scotland, hail! Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
(Flourish. And live to be the show and gaze 'o'the time. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Before we reckon with your several loves, Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit,
And make us even with you. My thanes and kins Here may you see the tyrant.
I'll not yield, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Which would be planted newly with the time,Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, That fed the snares of watchful tyranny ; Yet I will try the last : Before my body
Producing forth the cruel ministers I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff; or this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
[Exeunt, fighting. Took off her life ---This, and what needsul else Relreal. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, colours, Malcolm, Old Siward, Rosse, Lenox, So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
We will perform in measure, time, and place: Angus, Cathness, Menteth, and soldiers.
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar
(Flourish. Exeunt. riv'd. Sim. 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
This play is deservedly celebrated for the prodebt:
priety of its fiction, and solemnity, grandeur, and He only liv'd but till he was a man;
variety of its action'; but it has no nice discriminaThe which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
tions of character; the events are too great to adIn the unshrinking station where he fought,
mit the influence of particular dispositions, ar.d the But like a man he died.
course of the action necessarily determines the conSivo. Then he is dead ?
duct of the agents. Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your cause
The danger of ambition is well described; and of sorrow
I know not whether it may not be said, in defence Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
of some parts which now seem improbable, that It hath no end.
in Shakspeare's time it was necessary to warn creSiw. Had he his hurts before ?
dulity against vain and illusive predictions. Rosse. Aye, on the front.
The passions are directed to their true end. Lady Siw.
Why then, God's soldier be he ! Macbeth is merely detested; and though the couHad I as many sons as I have hairs,
rage of Macbeth preserves some esteem, yet every I would not wish them to a fairer death :
reader rejoices at his fall. And so his knell is knoll'd.
JOHNSON. (1) The air, which cannot be cut. (2) Shuffle. (3) The kingdom's wealth or ornament,
Lewis, the dauphin.
of Bretagne, the elder brother of King Melun, a French lord.
Chatillon, ambassador from France to King John.
King John. William Longsword, earl of Salisbury.
Constance, mother to Arthur. Robert Bigot, earl of Norfolk.
Blanch, daughter to Alphonso, king of Castile, and Hubert de Burgh, chamberlain to the king.
niece to King John. Robert Faulconbridge, son of Sir Robert Faulcon- Lady Faulconbridge, molher to the bastard, and bridge.
Robert Faulconbridge. Philip Faulconbridge, his half-brother, bastard son Lords, ladies, citizens of Angiers, sheriff, heralds, to King Richard the First.
officers, soldiers, messengers, and other altendo James Gurney,
servant to Lady Faulconbridge. ants. Peter of Pomfret, a prophet.
Scene, sometimes in England, and sometimes in Philip, king of France.
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, SCENE I.—Northampton. A room of state in And sullen presage of your own decay.-
the palace. Enter King John, Queen Elinor: An honourable conduct let him have :Pembroke, Essex, Salisbury, and others, with Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. Chatillon.
(Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke. King John.
Ell. What now, my son ? have I not ever said,
How that ambitious Constance would not cease, Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her son ? Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of This might have been prevented, and made whole, France,
With very easy arguments of love; In my behaviour,' to the majesty,
Which now the manage? of two kingdoms must The borrow'd majesty of England here,
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty !
K. John. Our strong possession, and our right K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.
Eli. Your strong possession, much more than Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf your right; of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim So much my conscience whispers in your ear; To this fair island, and the territories ;
Which none but heaven, and
you, and I, shall hear. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine:
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whisDesiring thee to lay aside the sword, Which sways usurpingly these several titles; And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
Come from the country to be judg'd by you, K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this ? That ere I heard: Shall I produce the men? Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war, our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
K. John. Let them approach. (Exit Sheriff. To enforce these rights 90 forcibly withheld. K. John. Here have we war för war, and blood Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert Faulconbridge, and
for blood, Controlment for controlment; so answer France.
Philip, his bastard brother. Chai. Then take my king's defiance from my This expedition's charge.-What men are you ? mouth,
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, The furthest limit of my embassy.
Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son, K. John. Bear mine' to him, and so depart in As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge; peace :
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; or Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field. For ere thou canst report I will be there,
K. John. What art thou ? (1) In the manner I now do.
(2) Conduct, administration,
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon in scoth, good friend, your father might have kept bridge.
This cali, bred from his cow, from all the world; K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the ḥcir ? In spoth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, You came not of one mother then, it seems. My brother might not claim him; nor your father,
Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes,That is well known; and, as I think, one father: My mother's son did get your father's heir; But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, Your father's heir must have your father's land. I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, or that I doubt, as all men's children may. To dispossess that child which is not his? Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame Basi. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, thy mother,
Than was his will to get me, as I think. And wound her honour with this diffidence. Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,—be a Pauleon Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it;
bridge, That is my brother's plea, and none of mine ; And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out Or the reputed son of Ceur-de-lion, At least from fair five hundred pound a year; Lord of thy presence, and no land beside? Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land! Bast. Madam, an is my brother had my shape, K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being And I had his, sir Robert his, like him; younger born,
And if my legs were two such riding-rous, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?
My arms such eel-skins stutt'd; my face so thin, Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
That in mine car I durst not stick a rose, But once he slander'd me with bastardy: Lest men should say, Look, where threc-farthings But whe'r' I be as true begot, or no,
goes! That still I lay upon my mother's head;
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, But, that I am as well beyot, my liege, 'Would I might never stir from off this place, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) I'd give it every foot to have this face; Compare our faces, and be judge yourself. I would not be sir Nob* in any case, If old sir Robert did beget us both,
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy for. And were our father, and this son like him ;
tune, 0, old sir Robert, father, on my knee
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thce. I am a soldier, and now bound to France. K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my us here!
chance : Eli, He hath a trick of Caur-de-lion's face, Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year; The accent of his tongue affecteth him:
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear. Do you not read some tokens of my son
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. In the large composition of this män?
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. And finds them perfect Richard.--Sirruh, speak! K. John. What is thy name? What doth move you to claim your brother's land ?! Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun;
Bast. Because he hath a half-luce, like my father; Philip, good old sír Robert's wife's eldest son. With that half-face would he have all my land: K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose A hall-fac'd groat five hundred pound a year!
form thou bear'st: Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd, Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great; Your brother did employ my father much;-, Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land; Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
your hand; Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy My father gave me honour, your's gave land :To Germany, there, with the emperor,
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, To treat of high afrairs touching ihat time: When I was got, sir Robert was away. The advantage of his absence took the king, Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !-And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's; I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so. Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak: Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores What though? Between my father and my mother lay
Something about, a little from the right, (As I have heard my father speak himself,) In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: When this same lusty gentleman was got. Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
And have is have, however men do catch: His lands to me; and took it, on his death, Near or far off, well won is still well shot; That this, my mother's son, was none of his; And I am I, howe'er I was begot. And, if he were, he came into the world
K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
thy desire, Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.My father's land, as was my father's will. Come, madam, and come, Richard ; we must speed
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; For France, for France; for it is more than need. Your father's wife did, after wedlock, bear him: Bast. Brother, adieu; Good fortune come to thee! And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; For thou wast got i'the way of honesty. Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
[Exeunt all but the Bastard. That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, A foot of honour better than I was; Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, But many a many foot of land the worse. Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :
Good den, sir Richard, God-a-mercy, fellow ;(1) Whether, (2) Trace, outline. 25) Dignity of appearance,
(5) Good evening
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter : But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son ; For new-made honour doll forget men's names ; I have disclaim'd sir Robert, and my land; "Tis too respective,' and too sociable,
Legitimation, name, and all is gone: For your conversion. Now your traveller, Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; He and his tooth-pick at my worship’s mess; Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother? And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself á Faulcon. Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
bridge ? My picked man of countries :: -My dear sir, Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. (Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin,)
Lady F. King Richard Cæur-de-lion was thy I shall beseech you—That is question now;
father ; And then comes answer like an ABC-book :4_ By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd O, sir, says answer, at your best command; To make room for him in my husband's bed :A your employment; at your service, sir : - Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! No sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours : Thou art the issue of my dear offence, And so, ere answer knows what question would Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. (Saving in dialogue of compliment;
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, And talking of the Alps, and Apennines, Madam, I would not wish a better father. The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, It draws towards supper in conclusion so. And so doth yours ; your fault was not your folly : But this is worshipful society,
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, – And fits the mounting spirit, like myself: Subjected tribute to commanding love, For he is but a bastard to the time,
Against whose fury and unmatched force That doth not sinack of observation
The awless lion could not wage the fight, (And so am I, whether I smack, or no;)
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand. And not alone in habit and device,
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, But from the inward motion to deliver
With all my heart I thank thee for my father! Swect, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well Which, though I will not practise to deceivc, When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn :
Come, lady, I will show thee
to my kin; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. And they shall say, when Richard me begot, But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? If thou had'st said him nay, it had been sin: What woman-post is this ? hath she no husband, Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. [Exe. That will take pains to blow a horn before her ?
Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney.
SCENE I.-France. Before the walls of Anis he?
giers. Enter, on one side, the Archduke of AusThat holds in chase mine honour up and down?
tria, and forces ; on the other, Philip, King of Bust. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?
France, and forces; Lewis, Constance, Arthur,
and aliendants. Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so ?
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, boy,
Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart,
By this bravc duke came early to his grave:
At our importance," hither is he come, Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
To spread his colours, boy, in thy behall;
Philip ?--sparrow!-James, And to rebuke the usurpation
[Erit Gurney. Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son;
Arth. God shall forgive you Caur-de-lion's death, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me The rather, that you give his offspring life, Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast: Shadowing their right under your wings of war; Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess !) I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Could he get me ? Sir Róbert could not do it; But with a heart full of unstained love: We know his handy-work :---- Therefore, good Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. mother,
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right? To whom am I beholden for these limbs ?
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
As seal to this indenture of my love; Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That to my home I will no more return, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, honour ?
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,-Basilisco- And coops from other lands her islanders, like:
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. That water-walled bulwark, still secure
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