# Macbeth

William Shakespeare

1606

Macbeth (full title The Tragedy of Macbeth) is a tragedy written by William Shakespeare, and is considered one of his darkest and most powerful works.

Set in Scotland, the play illustrates the damaging physical and psychological effects of political ambition on those who seek power for its own sake.

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## Macbeth. William Shakespeare

## Act I

### SCENE I. A desert place.


Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches


First Witch

When shall we three meet againIn thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch

When the hurlyburly'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.

Exeunt


### SCENE II. A camp near Forres.


Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant


DUNCAN

What bloody man is that? He can report,As seemeth by his plight, of the revoltThe newest state.

MALCOLM

This is the sergeantWho like a good and hardy soldier fought'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!Say to the king the knowledge of the broilAs thou didst leave it.

Sergeant

Doubtful it stood;As two spent swimmers, that do cling togetherAnd choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—Worthy to be a rebel, for to thatThe multiplying villanies of natureDo swarm upon him—from the western islesOf kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name—Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,Which smoked with bloody execution,Like valour's minion carved out his passageTill he faced the slave;Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

DUNCAN

O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

Sergeant

As whence the sun 'gins his reflectionShipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to comeDiscomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:No sooner justice had with valour arm'dCompell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,With furbish'd arms and new supplies of menBegan a fresh assault.

DUNCAN

Dismay'd not thisOur captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Sergeant

Yes;As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.If I say sooth, I must report they wereAs cannons overcharged with double cracks, so theyDoubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,Or memorise another Golgotha,I cannot tell.But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

DUNCAN

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.

Exit Sergeant, attended

Who comes here?

Enter ROSS


MALCOLM

The worthy thane of Ross.

LENNOX

What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he lookThat seems to speak things strange.

ROSS

God save the king!

DUNCAN

Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

ROSS

From Fife, great king;Where the Norweyan banners flout the skyAnd fan our people cold. Norway himself,With terrible numbers,Assisted by that most disloyal traitorThe thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd 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 nowSweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:Nor would we deign him burial of his menTill he disbursed at Saint Colme's inchTen thousand dollars to our general use.

DUNCAN

No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceiveOur 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.

Exeunt


### SCENE III. A heath near Forres.


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 munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:—'Give me,' quoth I:'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the 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

Thou'rt 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 knowI' the shipman's card.I will drain him dry as hay:Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his pent-house lid;He shall live a man forbid:Weary se'nnights nine times nineShall he dwindle, peak and pine:Though his bark cannot be lost,Yet it shall be tempest-tost.Look what I have.

Second Witch

Show me, show me.

First Witch

Here I have a pilot's thumb,Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

Drum within

Third Witch

A drum, a drum!Macbeth doth come.

ALL

The weird sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go about, about:Thrice to thine and thrice to mineAnd thrice again, to make up nine.Peace! the charm's wound up.

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO


MACBETH

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

BANQUO

How far is't call'd to Forres? What are theseSo wither'd and so wild in their attire,That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aughtThat man may question? You seem to understand me,By each at once her chappy finger layingUpon her skinny lips: you should be women,And yet your beards forbid me to interpretThat 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, thou shalt be king hereafter!

BANQUO

Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fearThings that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,Are ye fantastical, or that indeedWhich outwardly ye show? My noble partnerYou greet with present grace and great predictionOf 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 fearYour favours 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.

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 kingStands not within the prospect of belief,No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whenceYou owe this strange intelligence? or whyUpon this blasted heath you stop our wayWith such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.

Witches vanish


BANQUO

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

MACBETH

Into the air; and what seem'd corporal meltedAs breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

BANQUO

Were such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat 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 the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

Enter ROSS and ANGUS


ROSS

The king hath happily received, Macbeth,The news of thy success; and when he readsThy personal venture in the rebels' fight,His wonders and his praises do contendWhich should be thine or his: silenced with that,In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,Strange images of death. As thick as hailCame post with post; and every one did bearThy praises in his kingdom's great defence,And pour'd them down before him.

ANGUS

We are sentTo 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 honour,He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: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 meIn borrow'd robes?

ANGUS

Who was the thane lives yet;But under heavy judgment bears that lifeWhich he deserves to lose. Whether he was combinedWith those of Norway, or did line the rebelWith hidden help and vantage, or that with bothHe labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,Have overthrown him.

MACBETH

[Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!The greatest is behind.

To ROSS and ANGUS

Thanks for your pains.

To BANQUO

Do you not hope your children shall be kings,When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to mePromised no less to them?

BANQUO

That trusted homeMight yet enkindle you unto 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'sIn deepest consequence.Cousins, a word, I pray you.

MACBETH

[Aside] Two truths are told,As happy prologues to the swelling actOf the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.

Aside

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 suggestionWhose horrid image doth unfix my hairAnd make my seated heart knock at my ribs,Against the use of nature? Present fearsAre less than horrible imaginings:My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of man that functionIs smother'd in surmise, and nothing isBut what is not.

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 horrors come upon him,Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mouldBut with the aid of use.

MACBETH

[Aside] Come what come may,Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

BANQUO

Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

MACBETH

Give me your favour: my dull brain was wroughtWith things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your painsAre register'd where every day I turnThe leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,The interim having weigh'd it, let us speakOur free hearts each to other.

BANQUO

Very gladly.

MACBETH

Till then, enough. Come, friends.

Exeunt


### SCENE IV. Forres. The palace.


Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants


DUNCAN

Is execution done on Cawdor? Are notThose in commission yet return'd?

MALCOLM

My liege,They are not yet come back. But I have spokeWith one that saw him die: who did reportThat very frankly he confess'd his treasons,Implored your highness' pardon and set forthA deep repentance: nothing in his lifeBecame him like the leaving it; he diedAs one that had been studied in his deathTo throw away the dearest thing he owed,As 'twere a careless trifle.

DUNCAN

There's no artTo find the mind's construction in the face:He was a gentleman on whom I builtAn absolute trust.

Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS

O worthiest cousin!The sin of my ingratitude even nowWas heavy on me: thou art so far beforeThat swiftest wing of recompense is slowTo overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,That the proportion both of thanks and paymentMight 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' partIs to receive our duties; and our dutiesAre to your throne and state children and servants,Which do but what they should, by doing every thingSafe toward your love and honour.

DUNCAN

Welcome hither:I have begun to plant thee, and will labourTo make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,That hast no less deserved, nor must be knownNo less to have done so, let me enfold theeAnd hold thee to my heart.

BANQUO

There if I grow,The harvest is your own.

DUNCAN

My plenteous joys,Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselvesIn drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,And you whose places are the nearest, knowWe will establish our estate uponOur eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafterThe Prince of Cumberland; which honour mustNot unaccompanied invest him only,But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shineOn all deservers. From hence to Inverness,And bind us further to you.

MACBETH

The rest is labour, which is not used for you:I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyfulThe 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 stepOn 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.

Exit

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.

Flourish. Exeunt

### SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle.


Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter


LADY MACBETH

'They met me in the day of success: and I havelearned by the perfectest report, they have more inthem than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desireto question them further, they made themselves air,into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt inthe wonder of it, came missives from the king, whoall-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title,before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referredme to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king thatshalt be!' This have I thought good to deliverthee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thoumightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by beingignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay itto thy heart, and farewell.'Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt beWhat thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;It is too full o' the milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;Art not without ambition, but withoutThe illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;And that which rather thou dost fear to doThan wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;And chastise with the valour of my tongueAll that impedes thee from the golden round,Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seemTo have thee crown'd withal.

Enter a Messenger

What is your tidings?

Messenger

The king comes here to-night.

LADY MACBETH

Thou'rt mad to say it:Is not thy master with him? who, were'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 moreThan would make up his message.

LADY MACBETH

Give him tending;He brings great news.

Exit Messenger

The raven himself is hoarseThat croaks the fatal entrance of DuncanUnder my battlements. Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top-fullOf direst cruelty! make thick my blood;Stop up the access and passage to remorse,That no compunctious visitings of natureShake my fell purpose, nor keep peace betweenThe effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,Wherever in your sightless substancesYou 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,To cry 'Hold, hold!'

Enter MACBETH

Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!Thy letters have transported me beyondThis ignorant present, and I feel nowThe 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, neverShall sun that morrow see!Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,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 comingMust be provided for: and you shall putThis night's great business into my dispatch;Which shall to all our nights and days to comeGive 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 VI. Before Macbeth's castle.


Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants

DUNCAN

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the airNimbly and sweetly recommends itselfUnto our gentle senses.

BANQUO

This guest of summer,The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breathSmells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this birdHath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,The air is delicate.

Enter LADY MACBETH


DUNCAN

See, see, our honour'd hostess!The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach youHow you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,And thank us for your trouble.

LADY MACBETH

All our serviceIn every point twice done and then done doubleWere poor and single business to contendAgainst those honours deep and broad wherewithYour majesty loads our house: for those of old,And the late dignities heap'd up to them,We rest your hermits.

DUNCAN

Where's the thane of Cawdor?We coursed him at the heels, and had a purposeTo be his purveyor: but he rides well;And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp himTo his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,We are your guest to-night.

LADY MACBETH

Your servants everHave 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;Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,And shall continue our graces towards him.By your leave, hostess.

Exeunt


### SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle.


Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH


MACBETH

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere wellIt were done quickly: if the assassinationCould trammel up the consequence, and catchWith his surcease success; that but this blowMight be the be-all and the end-all here,But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,We'ld jump the life to come. But in these casesWe still have judgment here; that we but teachBloody instructions, which, being taught, returnTo plague the inventor: this even-handed justiceCommends the ingredients of our poison'd chaliceTo 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 DuncanHath borne his faculties so meek, hath beenSo clear in his great office, that his virtuesWill plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, againstThe deep damnation of his taking-off;And pity, like a naked new-born babe,Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsedUpon the sightless couriers of the air,Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spurTo prick the sides of my intent, but onlyVaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itselfAnd falls on the other.

Enter LADY MACBETH

How now! what news?

LADY MACBETH

He has almost supp'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 boughtGolden 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 drunkWherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?And wakes it now, to look so green and paleAt what it did so freely? From this timeSuch I account thy love. Art thou afeardTo be the same in thine own act and valourAs thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have thatWhich 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' the 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 wouldBe so much more the man. Nor time nor placeDid then adhere, and yet you would make both:They have made themselves, and that their fitness nowDoes unmake you. I have given suck, and knowHow tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:I would, while it was smiling in my face,Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as youHave 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 journeySoundly invite him—his two chamberlainsWill I with wine and wassail so convinceThat memory, the warder of the brain,Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reasonA limbeck only: when in swinish sleepTheir drenched natures lie as in a death,What cannot you and I perform uponThe unguarded Duncan? what not put uponHis spongy officers, who shall bear the guiltOf our great quell?

MACBETH

Bring forth men-children only;For thy undaunted mettle should composeNothing but males. Will it not be received,When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy twoOf 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 clamour roarUpon his death?

MACBETH

I am settled, and bend upEach 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. Court of Macbeth's castle.


Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing 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. 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 cursed thoughts that natureGives 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, andSent forth great largess to your offices.This diamond he greets your wife withal,By the name of most kind hostess; and shut upIn measureless content.

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 weird sisters:To you they have show'd 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 business,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 honour for you.

BANQUO

So I lose noneIn seeking to augment it, but still keepMy bosom franchised and allegiance clear,I shall be counsell'd.

MACBETH

Good repose the while!

BANQUO

Thanks, sir: the like to you!

Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE


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.I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?I see thee yet, in form as palpableAs this which now I draw.Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;And such an instrument I was to use.Mine eyes are made the fools o' the 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 informsThus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworldNature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuseThe curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebratesPale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his designMoves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fearThy very stones prate of my whereabout,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.Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knellThat summons thee to heaven or to hell.

Exit


### SCENE II. The same.

Enter LADY MACBETH


LADY MACBETH

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.Hark! Peace!It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:The doors are open; and the surfeited groomsDo mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'dtheir possets,That death and nature do contend about them,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. The attempt and not the deedConfounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembledMy father as he slept, I had done't.

Enter MACBETH

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' the second chamber?

LADY MACBETH

Donalbain.

MACBETH

This is a sorry sight.

Looking on his hands

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 address'd themAgain 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.Listening 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 thoughtAfter 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 ravell'd sleeve of care,The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast,—

LADY MACBETH

What do you mean?

MACBETH

Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore CawdorShall 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 thinkSo brainsickly 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 lie there: go carry them; and smearThe 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 and the deadAre but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhoodThat fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal;For it must seem their guilt.

Exit. Knocking within


MACBETH

Whence is that knocking?How is't with me, when every noise appals me?What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this bloodClean from my hand? No, this my hand will ratherThe multitudinous seas in incarnadine,Making the green one red.

Re-enter LADY MACBETH


LADY MACBETH

My hands are of your colour; but I shameTo wear a heart so white.

Knocking within

I hear a knockingAt the south entry: retire we to our chamber;A little water clears us of this deed:How easy is it, then! Your constancyHath left you unattended.

Knocking within

Hark! more knocking.Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,And show us to be watchers. Be not lostSo poorly in your thoughts.

MACBETH

To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.

Knocking within

Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!

Exeunt

### SCENE III. The same.


Knocking within. Enter a Porter


Porter

Here's a knocking indeed! If aman were porter of hell-gate, he should haveold turning the key.

Knocking within

Knock,knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name ofBeelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hangedhimself on the expectation of plenty: come intime; have napkins enow about you; hereyou'll sweat for't.

Knocking within

Knock,knock! Who's there, in the other devil'sname? Faith, here's an equivocator, that couldswear in both the scales against either scale;who committed treason enough for God's sake,yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, comein, equivocator.

Knocking within

Knock,knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's anEnglish tailor come hither, for stealing out ofa French hose: come in, tailor; here you mayroast your goose.

Knocking within

Knock,knock; never at quiet! What are you? Butthis place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porterit no further: I had thought to have let insome of all professions that go the primroseway to the everlasting bonfire.

Knocking within

Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

Opens the gate

Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX


MACDUFF

Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,That you do lie so late?

Porter

'Faith sir, we were carousing till thesecond cock: and drink, sir, is a greatprovoker of three things.


MACDUFF

What three things does drink especially provoke?

Porter

Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, andurine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;it provokes the desire, but it takesaway the performance: therefore, much drinkmay be said to be an equivocator with lechery:it makes him, and it mars him; it setshim on, and it takes him off; it persuades him,and disheartens him; makes him stand to, andnot stand to; in conclusion, equivocates himin 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 onme: but I requited him for his lie; and, Ithink, being too strong for him, though he tookup my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to casthim.

MACDUFF

Is thy master stirring?

Enter MACBETH

Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.

LENNOX

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 slipp'd 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 physics pain.This is the door.

MACDUFF

I'll make so bold to call,For 'tis my limited service.

Exit

LENNOX

Goes the king hence to-day?

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' the air; strange screams of death,And prophesying with accents terribleOf dire combustion and confused eventsNew hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure birdClamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earthWas feverous and did shake.

MACBETH

'Twas a rough night.

LENNOX

My young remembrance cannot parallelA fellow to it.

Re-enter MACDUFF


MACDUFF

O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heartCannot conceive nor name thee!

MACBETH LENNOX

What's the matter.

MACDUFF

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!Most sacrilegious murder hath broke opeThe Lord's anointed temple, and stole thenceThe life o' the building!

MACBETH

What is 't you say? the life?

LENNOX

Mean you his majesty?

MACDUFF

Approach the chamber, and destroy your sightWith a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;See, and then speak yourselves.

Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX

Awake, awake!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 seeThe great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo!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 parleyThe 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.

Enter BANQUO

O Banquo, Banquo,Our royal master 's murder'd!

LADY MACBETH

Woe, alas!What, in our house?

BANQUO

Too cruel any where.Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,And say it is not so.

Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS


MACBETH

Had I but died an hour before this chance,I had lived 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 leesIs left this vault to brag of.

Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN


DONALBAIN

What is amiss?

MACBETH

You are, and do not know't:The spring, the head, the fountain of your bloodIs stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.

MACDUFF

Your royal father 's murder'd.

MALCOLM

O, by whom?

LENNOX

Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't:Their hands and faces were an badged with blood;So were their daggers, which unwiped we foundUpon their pillows:They stared, and were distracted; no man's lifeWas 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, temperate and furious,Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:The expedition my violent loveOutrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,His silver skin laced with his golden blood;And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in natureFor ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggersUnmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain,That had a heart to love, and in that heartCourage to make 's love kno wn?

LADY MACBETH

Help me hence, ho!

MACDUFF

Look to the lady.

MALCOLM

[Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues,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 brew'd.

MALCOLM

[Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrowUpon 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:In the great hand of God I stand; and thenceAgainst the undivulged pretence I fightOf treasonous malice.

MACDUFF

And so do I.

ALL

So all.

MACBETH

Let's briefly put on manly readiness,And meet i' the hall together.

ALL

Well contented.

Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.

MALCOLM

What will you do? Let's not consort with them:To show an unfelt sorrow is an officeWhich the false man does easy. I'll to England.

DONALBAIN

To Ireland, I; our separated fortuneShall keep us both the safer: where we are,There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,The nearer bloody.


MALCOLM

This murderous shaft that's shotHath not yet lighted, and our safest wayIs to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,But shift away: there's warrant in that theftWhich steals itself, when there's no mercy left.

Exeunt


### SCENE IV. Outside Macbeth's castle.


Enter ROSS and an old Man


Old Man

Threescore and ten I can remember well:Within the volume of which time I have seenHours dreadful and things strange; but this sore nightHath trifled former knowings.

ROSS

Ah, good father,Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,Threaten his bloody stage: by the 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 entomb,When living light should kiss it?

Old Man

'Tis unnatural,Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,A falcon, towering in her pride of place,Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.


ROSS

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 makeWar with mankind.

Old Man

'Tis said they eat each other.

ROSS

They did so, to the amazement of mine eyesThat look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.

Enter 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 suborn'd:Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon themSuspicion of the deed.


ROSS

'Gainst nature still!Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin upThine own life's means! Then 'tis most likeThe sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

MACDUFF

He is already named, and gone to SconeTo be invested.

ROSS

Where is Duncan's body?

MACDUFF

Carried to Colmekill,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 thoseThat would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

Exeunt

## Act III

### SCENE I. Forres. The palace.


Enter BANQUO


BANQUO

Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,As the weird women promised, and, I fear,Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was saidIt should not stand in thy posterity,But that myself should be the root and fatherOf 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.

Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, 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

To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,And I'll request your presence.

BANQUO

Let your highnessCommand upon me; to the which my dutiesAre with a most indissoluble tieFor ever 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 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 nightFor a dark hour or twain.

MACBETH

Fail not our feast.

BANQUO

My lord, I will not.

MACBETH

We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'dIn England and in Ireland, not confessingTheir cruel parricide, filling their hearersWith strange invention: but of that to-morrow,When therewithal we shall have cause of stateCraving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

BANQUO

Ay, my good 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. Farewell.

Exit BANQUO

Let every man be master of his timeTill seven at night: to make societyThe sweeter welcome, we will keep ourselfTill supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!

Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant

Sirrah, a word with you: attend those menOur pleasure?

ATTENDANT

They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

MACBETH

Bring them before us.

Exit Attendant

To be thus is nothing;But to be safely thus.—Our fears in BanquoStick deep; and in his royalty of natureReigns 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 valourTo act in safety. There is none but heWhose being I do fear: and, under him,My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sistersWhen first they put the name of king upon me,And bade them speak to him: then prophet-likeThey hail'd him father to a line of kings:Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,And put a barren sceptre 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 filed my mind;For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;Put rancours in the vessel of my peaceOnly for them; and mine eternal jewelGiven to the common enemy of man,To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!Rather than so, come fate into the list.And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!

Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers

Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.

Exit Attendant

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

First Murderer

It was, so please your highness.

MACBETH

Well then, nowHave you consider'd of my speeches? KnowThat it was he in the times past which held youSo under fortune, which you thought had beenOur innocent self: this I made good to youIn our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,the instruments,Who wrought with them, and all things else that mightTo half a soul and to a notion crazedSay 'Thus did Banquo.'

First Murderer

You made it known to us.

MACBETH

I did so, and went further, which is nowOur point of second meeting. Do you findYour patience so predominant in your natureThat you can let this go? Are you so gospell'dTo pray for this good man and for his issue,Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the graveAnd beggar'd yours for ever?

First Murderer

We are men, my liege.

MACBETH

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are cleptAll by the name of dogs: the valued fileDistinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,The housekeeper, the hunter, every oneAccording to the gift which bounteous natureHath in him closed; whereby he does receiveParticular addition. from the billThat writes them all alike: and so of men.Now, if you have a station in the file,Not i' the 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 worldHave so incensed that I am reckless whatI do to spite the world.

First Murderer

And I anotherSo weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,That I would set my lie on any chance,To mend it, or be rid on't.

MACBETH

Both of youKnow Banquo was your enemy.

Both Murderers

True, my lord.

MACBETH

So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,That every minute of his being thrustsAgainst my near'st of life: and though I couldWith barefaced power sweep him from my sightAnd 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 fallWho I myself struck down; and thence it is,That I to your assistance do make love,Masking the business from the common eyeFor 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 mostI will advise you where to plant yourselves;Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,And something from the palace; always thoughtThat 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 meThan is his father's, must embrace the fateOf that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:I'll come to you anon.

Both Murderers

We are resolved, my lord.

MACBETH

I'll call upon you straight: abide within.

Exeunt Murderers

It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.

Exit

### SCENE II. The palace.


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 leisureFor 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 destroyThan by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Enter MACBETH

How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,Of sorriest fancies your companions making,Using those thoughts which should indeed have diedWith them they think on? Things without all remedyShould be without regard: what's done is done.

MACBETH

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor maliceRemains in danger of her former tooth.But let the frame of things disjoint, both theworlds suffer,Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleepIn the affliction of these terrible dreamsThat 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 lieIn 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 to-night.

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 weMust lave our honours 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 flownHis cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summonsThe shard-borne beetle with his drowsy humsHath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be doneA 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 handCancel and tear to pieces that great bondWhich keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crowMakes wing to the rooky wood:Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.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 III. A park near the palace.


Enter three Murderers


First Murderer

But who did bid thee join with us?

Third Murderer

Macbeth.

Second Murderer

He needs not our mistrust, since he deliversOur offices and what we have to doTo the direction just.

First Murderer

Then stand with us.The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:Now spurs the lated traveller apaceTo gain the timely inn; and near approachesThe subject of our watch.

Third Murderer

Hark! I hear horses.

BANQUO

[Within] Give us a light there, ho!

Second Murderer

Then 'tis he: the restThat are within the note of expectationAlready are i' the court.

First Murderer

His horses go about.

Third Murderer

Almost a mile: but he does usually,So all men do, from hence to the palace gateMake it their walk.

Second Murderer

A light, a light!

Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch

Third Murderer

'Tis he.

First Murderer

Stand to't.

BANQUO

It will be rain to-night.

First Murderer

Let it come down.

They set upon BANQUO


BANQUO

O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!Thou mayst revenge. O slave!

Dies. FLEANCE escapes


Third Murderer

Who did strike out the light?

First Murderer

Wast not the way?

Third Murderer

There's but one down; the son is fled.

Second Murderer

We have lostBest half of our affair.

First Murderer

Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

Exeunt


### SCENE IV. The same. Hall in the palace.


A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants


MACBETH

You know your own degrees; sit down: at firstAnd 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 timeWe will require her welcome.

LADY MACBETH

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;For my heart speaks they are welcome.

First Murderer appears at the door


MACBETH

See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measureThe table round.

Approaching the door

There's blood on thy face.

First Murderer

'Tis Banquo's then.

MACBETH

'Tis better thee without than he within.Is he dispatch'd?

First Murderer

My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

MACBETH

Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's goodThat did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,Thou art the nonpareil.

First Murderer

Most royal sir,Fleance is 'scaped.

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, cribb'd, confined, bound inTo saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

First Murderer

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 lies; the worm that's fledHath nature that in time will venom breed,No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrowWe'll hear, ourselves, again.

Exit Murderer


LADY MACBETH

My royal lord,You do not give the cheer: the feast is soldThat is not often vouch'd, 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.

MACBETH

Sweet remembrancer!Now, good digestion wait on appetite,And health on both!

LENNOX

May't please your highness sit.

The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place


MACBETH

Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,Were the graced person of our Banquo present;Who may I rather challenge for unkindnessThan pity for mischance!

ROSS

His absence, sir,Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highnessTo grace us with your royal company.

MACBETH

The table's full.

LENNOX

Here is a place reserved, sir.

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?

MACBETH

Thou canst not say I did it: never shakeThy 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;The fit is momentary; upon a thoughtHe 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?

MACBETH

Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on thatWhich might appal 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. O, these flaws and starts,Impostors to true fear, would well becomeA woman's story at a winter's fire,Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!Why do you make such faces? When all's done,You look but on a stool.

MACBETH

Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!how say you?Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.If charnel-houses and our graves must sendThose that we bury back, our monumentsShall be the maws of kites.

GHOST OF BANQUO 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 ere now, i' the olden time,Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'dToo 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 murders on their crowns,And push us from our stools: this is more strangeThan 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 nothingTo those that know me. Come, love and health to all;Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.I drink to the general joy o' 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.

Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO


MACBETH

Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;Thou hast no speculation in those eyesWhich 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 the Hyrcan tiger;Take any shape but that, and my firm nervesShall never tremble: or be alive again,And dare me to the desert with thy sword;If trembling I inhabit then, protest meThe baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!Unreal mockery, hence!

GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes

Why, so: being gone,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,And overcome us like a summer's cloud,Without our special wonder? You make me strangeEven to the disposition that I owe,When now I think you can behold such sights,And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,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:Stand not upon the order of your going,But go at once.

LENNOX

Good night; and better healthAttend his majesty!


LADY MACBETH

A kind good night to all!

Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH

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 haveBy magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forthThe 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 personAt 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 houseI keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,And betimes I will, to the weird 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 bloodStepp'd 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 ere they may be scann'd.

LADY MACBETH

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.


MACBETH

Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuseIs the initiate fear that wants hard use:We are yet but young in deed.

Exeunt

### SCENE V. A Heath.


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 dareTo trade and traffic with MacbethIn 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 show the glory of our art?And, which is worse, all you have doneHath 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 AcheronMeet me i' the morning: thither heWill come to know his destiny:Your vessels and your spells provide,Your charms and every thing beside.I am for the air; this night I'll spendUnto a dismal and a fatal end:Great business must be wrought ere noon:Upon the corner of the moonThere hangs a vaporous drop profound;I'll catch it ere it come to ground:And that distill'd by magic sleightsShall raise such artificial spritesAs by the strength of their illusionShall draw him on to his confusion:He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bearHe hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:And you all know, securityIs mortals' chiefest enemy.

Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' & c

Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

Exit

First Witch

Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.

Exeunt

### SCENE VI. Forres. The palace.


Enter LENNOX and another Lord


LENNOX

My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,Which can interpret further: only, I say,Things have been strangely borne. Thegracious DuncanWas pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:And the 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 monstrousIt was for Malcolm and for DonalbainTo kill their gracious father? damned fact!How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straightIn 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 anger'd any heart aliveTo hear the men deny't. So that, I say,He has borne all things well: and I do thinkThat had he Duncan's sons under his key—As, an't please heaven, he shall not—theyshould findWhat 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'dHis presence at the tyrant's feast, I hearMacduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tellWhere he bestows himself?

Lord

The son of Duncan,From whom this tyrant holds the due of birthLives in the English court, and is receivedOf the most pious Edward with such graceThat the malevolence of fortune nothingTakes from his high respect: thither MacduffIs gone to pray the holy king, upon his aidTo wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:That, by the help of these—with Him aboveTo ratify the work—we may againGive 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 reportHath so exasperate the king that hePrepares 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 timeThat clogs me with this answer.'

LENNOX

And that well mightAdvise him to a caution, to hold what distanceHis wisdom can provide. Some holy angelFly to the court of England and unfoldHis message ere he come, that a swift blessingMay soon return to this our suffering countryUnder a hand accursed!

Lord

I'll send my prayers with him.

Exeunt

## Act IV

### SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.


Thunder. Enter the three Witches


First Witch

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

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 poison'd entrails throw.Toad, that under cold stoneDays and nights has thirty-oneSwelter'd venom sleeping got,Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL

Double, double toil and trouble;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,Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,Lizard's leg and owlet'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.

Third Witch

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,Witches' mummy, maw and gulfOf the ravin'd salt-sea shark,Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,Liver of blaspheming Jew,Gall of goat, and slips of yewSilver'd in the moon's eclipse,Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,Finger of birth-strangled babeDitch-deliver'd by a drab,Make the gruel thick and slab:Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,For the ingredients of our cauldron.


ALL

Double, double toil and trouble;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 every one shall share i' the gains;And now about the cauldron sing,Live elves and fairies in a ring,Enchanting all that you put in.

Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' & c

HECATE retires


Second Witch

By the pricking of my thumbs,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 profess,Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:Though you untie the winds and let them fightAgainst the churches; though the yesty wavesConfound 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 slopeTheir heads to their foundations; though the treasureOf nature's germens tumble all together,Even till destruction sicken; answer meTo what I ask you.

First Witch

Speak.

Second Witch

Demand.

Third Witch

We'll answer.

First Witch

Say, if thou'dst 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 eatenHer nine farrow; grease that's sweatenFrom the murderer's gibbet throwInto the flame.

ALL

Come, high or low;Thyself and office deftly show!

Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head


MACBETH

Tell me, thou unknown power,—

First Witch

He knows thy thought:Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

First Apparition

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

Descends

MACBETH

Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but oneword more,—

First Witch

He will not be commanded: here's another,More potent than the first.

Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child

Second Apparition

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

MACBETH

Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.

Second Apparition

Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scornThe power of man, for none of woman bornShall 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 lies,And sleep in spite of thunder.

Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand

What is thisThat rises like the issue of a king,And wears upon his baby-brow the roundAnd top of sovereignty?

ALL

Listen, but speak not to't.

Third Apparition

Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no careWho chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be untilGreat Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hillShall come against him.

Descends

MACBETH

That will never beWho can impress the forest, bid the treeUnfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!Rebellion's head, rise never till the woodOf Birnam rise, and our high-placed MacbethShall live the lease of nature, pay his breathTo time and mortal custom. Yet my heartThrobs to know one thing: tell me, if your artCan tell so much: shall Banquo's issue everReign in this kingdom?

ALL

Seek to know no more.


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?

Hautboys

First Witch

Show!

Second Witch

Show!

Third Witch

Show!

ALL

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;Come like shadows, so depart!

A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following


MACBETH

Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!Thy crown does sear 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 show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes!What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glassWhich shows me many more; and some I seeThat two-fold 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.

Apparitions vanish

What, is this so?

First Witch

Ay, sir, all this is so: but whyStands 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,While you perform your antic round:That this great king may kindly say,Our duties did his welcome pay.

Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with HECATE


MACBETH

Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hourStand aye accursed in the calendar!Come in, without there!

Enter LENNOX


LENNOX

What's your grace's will?

MACBETH

Saw you the weird sisters?

LENNOX

No, my lord.

MACBETH

Came they not by you?

LENNOX

No, indeed, my lord.


MACBETH

Infected be the air whereon they ride;And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hearThe galloping of horse: who was't came by?

LENNOX

'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you wordMacduff is fled to England.

MACBETH

Fled to England!

LENNOX

Ay, my good lord.

MACBETH

Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:The flighty purpose never is o'ertookUnless the deed go with it; from this momentThe very firstlings of my heart shall beThe 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 the edge o' the swordHis wife, his babes, and all unfortunate soulsThat 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 II. Fife. Macduff's castle.

Enter LADY MACDUFF, 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 notWhether 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 placeFrom 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 flightSo runs against all reason.

ROSS

My dearest coz,I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband,He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knowsThe fits o' the season. I dare not speakmuch further;But cruel are the times, when we are traitorsAnd do not know ourselves, when we hold rumourFrom what we fear, yet know not what we fear,But float upon a wild and violent seaEach 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 upwardTo what they were before. My pretty cousin,Blessing upon you!

LADY MACDUFF

Father'd 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.

Exit

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, I mean; and so do they.

LADY MACDUFF

Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,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?

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 hanged.

Son

And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?

LADY MACDUFF

Every one.

Son

Who must hang them?


LADY MACDUFF

Why, the honest men.

Son

Then the liars and swearers are fools,for there are liars and swearers enow to beatthe honest men and hang up them.

LADY MACDUFF

Now, God help thee, poor monkey!But how wilt thou do for a father?

Son

If he were dead, you'ld weep forhim: if you would not, it were a good signthat I should quickly have a new father.

LADY MACDUFF

Poor prattler, 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. Heaven preserve you!I dare abide no longer.

Exit


LADY MACDUFF

Whither should I fly?I have done no harm. But I remember nowI am in this earthly world; where to do harmIs often laudable, to do good sometimeAccounted dangerous folly: why then, alas,Do I put up that womanly defence,To say I have done no harm?

Enter Murderers

What are these faces?

First Murderer

Where is your husband?

LADY MACDUFF

I hope, in no place so unsanctifiedWhere such as thou mayst find him.

First Murderer

He's a traitor.

Son

Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain!

First Murderer

What, you egg!

Stabbing him

Young fry of treachery!

Son

He has kill'd me, mother:Run away, I pray you!

Dies

Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt Murderers, following her

### SCENE III. England. Before the King's palace.


Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF


MALCOLM

Let us seek out some desolate shade, and thereWeep our sad bosoms empty.

MACDUFF

Let us ratherHold fast the mortal sword, and like good menBestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new mornNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resoundsAs if it felt with Scotland and yell'd outLike syllable 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 loved him well.He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young;but somethingYou may deserve of him through me, and wisdomTo offer up a weak poor innocent lambTo appease an angry god.

MACDUFF

I am not treacherous.

MALCOLM

But Macbeth is.A good and virtuous nature may recoilIn an imperial charge. But I shall craveyour 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 dishonours,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 cheque thee: wear thouthy wrongs;The title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord:I would not be the villain that thou think'stFor 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 gashIs added to her wounds: I think withalThere would be hands uplifted in my right;And here from gracious England have I offerOf goodly thousands: but, for all this,When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor countryShall 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 knowAll the particulars of vice so graftedThat, when they shall be open'd, black MacbethWill seem as pure as snow, and the poor stateEsteem him as a lamb, being comparedWith my confineless harms.

MACDUFF

Not in the legionsOf horrid hell can come a devil more damn'dIn evils to top Macbeth.

MALCOLM

I grant him bloody,Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sinThat has a name: but there's no bottom, none,In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,Your matrons and your maids, could not fill upThe cistern of my lust, and my desireAll continent impediments would o'erbearThat did oppose my will: better MacbethThan such an one to reign.

MACDUFF

Boundless intemperanceIn nature is a tyranny; it hath beenThe untimely emptying of the happy throneAnd fall of many kings. But fear not yetTo take upon you what is yours: you mayConvey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.We have willing dames enough: there cannot beThat vulture in you, to devour so manyAs will to greatness dedicate themselves,Finding it so inclined.

MALCOLM

With this there growsIn my most ill-composed affection suchA 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 sauceTo make me hunger more; that I should forgeQuarrels unjust against the good and loyal,Destroying them for wealth.

MACDUFF

This avariceSticks deeper, grows with more pernicious rootThan summer-seeming lust, and it hath beenThe 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 weigh'd.

MALCOLM

But I have none: the king-becoming graces,As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,I have no relish of them, but aboundIn the division of each several crime,Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I shouldPour the sweet milk of concord into hell,Uproar the universal peace, confoundAll 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,With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,Since that the truest issue of thy throneBy his own interdiction stands accursed,And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal fatherWas a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee,Oftener upon her knees than on her feet,Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!These evils thou repeat'st upon thyselfHave banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast,Thy hope ends here!

MALCOLM

Macduff, this noble passion,Child of integrity, hath from my soulWiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughtsTo thy good truth and honour. Devilish MacbethBy many of these trains hath sought to win meInto his power, and modest wisdom plucks meFrom over-credulous haste: but God aboveDeal between thee and me! for even nowI put myself to thy direction, andUnspeak mine own detraction, here abjureThe taints and blames I laid upon myself,For strangers to my nature. I am yetUnknown to woman, never was forsworn,Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,At no time broke my faith, would not betrayThe devil to his fellow and delightNo less in truth than life: my first false speakingWas 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 goodnessBe 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?

Doctor

Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched soulsThat stay his cure: their malady convincesThe great assay of art; but at his touch—Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand—They presently amend.

MALCOLM

I thank you, doctor.

Exit 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 heaven,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 leavesThe 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 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 removeThe means that makes us strangers!

ROSS

Sir, amen.

MACDUFF

Stands Scotland where it did?

ROSS

Alas, poor country!Almost afraid to know itself. It cannotBe 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 airAre made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seemsA modern ecstasy; the dead man's knellIs there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's livesExpire before the flowers in their caps,Dying or ere they sicken.

MACDUFF

O, relationToo 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 batter'd at their peace?

ROSS

No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.


MACDUFF

But 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 rumourOf many worthy fellows that were out;Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:Now is the time of help; your eye in ScotlandWould create soldiers, make our women fight,To doff their dire distresses.

MALCOLM

Be't their comfortWe are coming thither: gracious England hathLent us good Siward and ten thousand men;An older and a better soldier noneThat Christendom gives out.

ROSS

Would I could answerThis comfort with the like! But I have wordsThat would be howl'd out in the desert air,Where hearing should not latch them.

MACDUFF

What concern they?The general cause? or is it a fee-griefDue to some single breast?

ROSS

No mind that's honestBut in it shares some woe; though the main partPertains 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 for ever,Which shall possess them with the heaviest soundThat ever yet they heard.

MACDUFF

Hum! I guess at it.

ROSS

Your castle is surprised; your wife and babesSavagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,Were, on the quarry of these murder'd 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 speakWhispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

MACDUFF

My children too?

ROSS

Wife, children, servants, allThat could be found.

MACDUFF

And I must be from thence!My wife kill'd too?

ROSS

I have said.

MALCOLM

Be comforted:Let's make us medicines 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 damAt 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,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 griefConvert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

MACDUFF

O, I could play the woman with mine eyesAnd braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,Cut short all intermission; front to frontBring 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; MacbethIs ripe for shaking, and the powers abovePut on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may:The night is long that never finds the day.

Exeunt

## Act V

### SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle.


Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman


Doctor

I have two nights watched with you, but can perceiveno truth in your report. When was it she last walked?

Gentlewoman

Since his majesty went into the field, I have seenher rise from her bed, throw her night-gown uponher, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it,write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and againreturn to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

Doctor

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at oncethe benefit of sleep, and do the effects ofwatching! In this slumbery agitation, besides herwalking and other actual performances, what, at anytime, 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 toconfirm 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 hercontinually; 'tis her command.

Doctor

You see, her eyes are open.

Gentlewoman

Ay, but their sense is shut.

Doctor

What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

Gentlewoman

It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thuswashing her hands: I have known her continue inthis a quarter of an hour.

LADY MACBETH

Yet here's a spot.

Doctor

Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes fromher, 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, mylord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need wefear who knows it, when none can call our power toaccount?—Yet who would have thought the old manto 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 mar all withthis starting.

Doctor

Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.

Gentlewoman

She has spoke what she should not, I am sure ofthat: heaven knows what she has known.

LADY MACBETH

Here's the smell of the blood still: all theperfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this littlehand. Oh, oh, oh!

Doctor

What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.


Gentlewoman

I would not have such a heart in my bosom for thedignity of the whole body.

Doctor

Well, well, well,—

Gentlewoman

Pray God it be, sir.

Doctor

This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have knownthose which have walked in their sleep who have diedholily in their beds.

LADY MACBETH

Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not sopale.—I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; hecannot 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'sdone cannot be undone.—To bed, to bed, to bed!

Exit

Doctor

Will she go now to bed?

Gentlewoman

Directly.

Doctor

Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deedsDo breed unnatural troubles: infected mindsTo 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 amazed my sight.I think, but dare not speak.

Gentlewoman

Good night, good doctor.

Exeunt

### SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane.


Drum and colours. 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 causesWould to the bleeding and the grim alarmExcite the mortified man.

ANGUS

Near Birnam woodShall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

CAITHNESS

Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

LENNOX

For certain, sir, he is not: I have a fileOf all the gentry: there is Siward's son,And many unrough youths that even nowProtest their first of manhood.


MENTEITH

What does the tyrant?

CAITHNESS

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate himDo call it valiant fury: but, for certain,He cannot buckle his distemper'd causeWithin the belt of rule.

ANGUS

Now does he feelHis secret murders 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 titleHang loose about him, like a giant's robeUpon a dwarfish thief.

MENTEITH

Who then shall blameHis pester'd senses to recoil and start,When all that is within him does condemnItself for being there?

CAITHNESS

Well, march we on,To give obedience where 'tis truly owed:Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,And with him pour we in our country's purgeEach drop of us.

LENNOX

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


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 knowAll mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of womanShall 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 bearShall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.

Enter a 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.

MACBETH

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 thineAre counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?


Servant

The English force, so please you.

MACBETH

Take thy face hence.

Exit Servant

Seyton!—I am sick at heart,When I behold—Seyton, I say!—This pushWill cheer me ever, or disseat me now.I have lived long enough: my way of lifeIs 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. Seyton!

Enter SEYTON


SEYTON

What is 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 be hack'd.Give me my armour.

SEYTON

'Tis not needed yet.


MACBETH

I'll put it on.Send out more horses; skirr the country round;Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.How does 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 of that.Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,Raze out the written troubles of the brainAnd with some sweet oblivious antidoteCleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuffWhich weighs upon the heart?

Doctor

Therein the patientMust minister to himself.

MACBETH

Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, castThe 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, cyme, or what purgative drug,Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?


Doctor

Ay, my good lord; your royal preparationMakes 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.

Exeunt

### SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood.


Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD and YOUNG SIWARD, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, ROSS, and Soldiers, marching


MALCOLM

Cousins, I hope the days are near at handThat chambers will be safe.

MENTEITH

We doubt it nothing.

SIWARD

What wood is this before us?

MENTEITH

The wood of Birnam.

MALCOLM

Let every soldier hew him down a boughAnd bear't before him: thereby shall we shadowThe numbers of our host and make discoveryErr in report of us.

Soldiers

It shall be done.

SIWARD

We learn no other but the confident tyrantKeeps still in Dunsinane, and will endureOur 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 thingsWhose hearts are absent too.

MACDUFF

Let our just censuresAttend the true event, and put we onIndustrious soldiership.

SIWARD

The time approachesThat will with due decision make us knowWhat 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 MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum and colours


MACBETH

Hang out our banners on the outward walls;The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strengthWill laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lieTill 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.

A cry of women within

What is that noise?

SEYTON

It is the cry of women, my good lord.

Exit

MACBETH

I have almost forgot the taste of fears;The time has been, my senses would have cool'dTo hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hairWould at a dismal treatise rouse and stirAs life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughtsCannot once start me.

Re-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.To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more: it is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.

Enter a Messenger

Thou comest 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 it.

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!

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 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 beginTo doubt the equivocation of the fiendThat lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam woodDo come to Dunsinane:' and now a woodComes 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 the estate o' the 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. Dunsinane. Before the castle.


Drum and colours. 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 weShall take upon 's what else remains to do,According to our order.

SIWARD

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

SCENE VII. Another part of the field.


Alarums. Enter MACBETH

MACBETH

They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's heThat was not born of woman? Such a oneAm I to fear, or none.

Enter YOUNG SIWARD

YOUNG SIWARD

What is thy name?

MACBETH

Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

YOUNG SIWARD

No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter nameThan any is in hell.

MACBETH

My name's Macbeth.

YOUNG SIWARD

The devil himself could not pronounce a titleMore hateful to mine ear.

MACBETH

No, nor more fearful.

YOUNG SIWARD

Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my swordI'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain

MACBETH

Thou wast born of womanBut 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, show thy face!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 kerns, whose armsAre hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edgeI sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;By this great clatter, one of greatest noteSeems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!And more I beg not.

Exit. Alarums

Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD


SIWARD

This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd: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 foesThat strike beside us.

SIWARD

Enter, sir, the castle.

Exeunt. Alarums


### SCENE VIII. Another part of the field.

Enter MACBETH


MACBETH

Why should I play the Roman fool, and dieOn mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashesDo better upon them.

Enter MACDUFF

MACDUFF

Turn, hell-hound, turn!

MACBETH

Of all men else I have avoided thee:But get thee back; my soul is too much chargedWith blood of thine already.

MACDUFF

I have no words:My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villainThan terms can give thee out!

They fight

MACBETH

Thou losest labour:As easy mayst thou the intrenchant airWith 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 servedTell thee, Macduff was from his mother's wombUntimely ripp'd.

MACBETH

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 believed,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' the time:We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,Painted on a pole, and underwrit,'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,And thou opposed, being of no woman born,Yet I will try the last. Before my bodyI throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'

Exeunt, fighting. Alarums

Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other 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 confirm'dIn the unshrinking station where he fought,But like a man he died.

SIWARD

Then he is dead?

ROSS

Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrowMust not be measured by his worth, for thenIt 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 knoll'd.

MALCOLM

He's worth more sorrow,And that I'll spend for him.

SIWARD

He's worth no moreThey say he parted well, and paid his score:And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head


MACDUFF

Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where standsThe usurper's cursed head: the time is free:I see thee compass'd 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!

Flourish

MALCOLM

We shall not spend a large expense of timeBefore we reckon with your several loves,And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,Henceforth be earls, the first that ever ScotlandIn such an honour named. What's more to do,Which would be planted newly with the time,As calling home our exiled friends abroadThat fled the snares of watchful tyranny;Producing forth the cruel ministersOf this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent handsTook off her life; this, and what needful elseThat 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


William Shakespeare, 1606


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