THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH.

When shall we three meet again?

1.1.24In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

When the hurly-burly's done,

1.1.46When the battle's lost and won.

That will be ere the set of sun.

Where the place?

Upon the heath.

There to meet with Macbeth.

I come, Graymalkin.

Paddock calls.

Anon.

Fair is foul and foul is fair,

1.1.1313Hover through the fog and filthy air.

What bloody man is that? He can report,

1.2.219As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

1.2.320The newest state.

The newest state. This is the sergeant

1.2.422Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought

1.2.523'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!

1.2.624Say to the King the knowledge of the broil

1.2.725As thou didst leave it.

As thou didst leave it. Doubtful it stood,

1.2.827As two spent swimmers that do cling together

1.2.928And choke their art. The merciless Macdonald--

1.2.1029Worthy to be a rebel, for to that

1.2.1130The multiplying villanies of nature

1.2.1231Do swarm upon him--from the Western Isles

1.2.1332Of kerns and galloglasses is supplied,

1.2.1433And Fortune, on his damnèd quarrel smiling,

1.2.1534Showed like a rebel's whore; but all's too weak,

1.2.1635For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--

1.2.1736Disdaining Fortune with his brandished steel,

1.2.1837Which smoked with bloody execution,

1.2.1938Like valor's minion carved out his passage

1.2.2039Till he faced the slave,

1.2.2140Which ne'er shook hands nor bade farewell to him,

1.2.2241Till he unseamed him from the nave to th'chops,

1.2.2342And fixed his head upon our battlements.

Oh, valiant cousin, worthy gentleman.

As whence the sun 'gins his reflection,

1.2.2645Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,

1.2.2746So from that spring whence comfort seemed to come,

1.2.2847Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark,

1.2.2948No sooner Justice had, with valor armed,

1.2.3049Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels,

1.2.3150But the Norwegian lord, surveying vantage,

1.2.3251With furbished arms and new supplies of men,

1.2.3352Began a fresh assault.

Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and 54 Banquo?

Yes, as sparrows, eagles,56 or the hare, the lion.

1.2.3657If I say sooth, I must report they were

1.2.3758As cannons overcharged with double cracks,

1.2.3859So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.

1.2.3960Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds

1.2.4061Or memorize another Golgotha,

1.2.4162I cannot tell--

1.2.42But I am faint, 63my gashes cry for help.

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds:

1.2.4465They smack of honor both. Go, get him surgeons.

1.2.4567Who comes here?

Who comes here? The worthy Thane of Ross.

What a haste looks through his eyes!

1.2.4770So should he look that seems to speak things strange.

God save the King.

God save the King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?

From Fife, great king, 74where the Norwegian banners

1.2.50Flout the sky 75and fan our people cold.

1.2.5176Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

1.2.5277Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,

1.2.5378The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict,

1.2.5479Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapped in proof,

1.2.5580Confronted him with self-comparisons,

1.2.5681Point against point, rebellious arm 'gainst arm,

1.2.5782Curbing his lavish spirit. And to conclude,

1.2.5883The victory fell on us--

The victory fell on us-- Great happiness!--

The victory fell on us-- Great happiness!-- That now

1.2.59Sweno, the Norways' King, 86craves composition,

1.2.6087Nor would we deign him burial of his men

1.2.6188Till he disbursèd at Saint Colm's Inch

1.2.6289Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive

1.2.6491Our bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present death

1.2.6592And with his former title greet Macbeth.

I'll see it done.

What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

Where hast thou been, sister?

Killing swine.

Sister, where thou?

A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,

1.3.5102And munched, and munched, and munched. 103"Give me," quoth I.

1.3.6104"Aroint thee, witch," the rump-fed runnion cries.

1.3.7105Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'th' Tiger,

1.3.8106But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

1.3.9107And like a rat without a tail

1.3.10108I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

I'll give thee a wind.

Thou'rt kind.

And I another.

I myself have all the other,

1.3.15113And the very ports they blow,

1.3.16114All the quarters that they know,

1.3.17115I'th' shipman's card.

1.3.18116I'll drain him dry as hay:

1.3.19117Sleep shall neither night nor day

1.3.20118Hang upon his penthouse lid;

1.3.21119He shall live a man forbid;

1.3.22120Weary sennights, nine times nine,

1.3.23121Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.

1.3.24122Though his bark cannot be lost,

1.3.25123Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.

1.3.26124Look what I have.

Show me, show me.

Here I have a pilot's thumb,

1.3.29127Wrecked as homeward he did come.

A drum, a drum--

1.3.31129Macbeth doth come.

The weird sisters, hand in hand,

1.3.33131Posters of the sea and land,

1.3.34132Thus do go about, about,

1.3.35133Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

1.3.36134And thrice again, to make up nine.

1.3.37135Peace, the charm's wound up.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

How far is't called to Forres? --What are these,

1.3.40139So withered and so wild in their attire,

1.3.41140That look not like th'inhabitants o'th' earth,

1.3.42141And yet are on't? --Live you, or are you aught

1.3.43142That man may question? You seem to understand me,

1.3.44143By each at once her choppy finger laying

1.3.45144Upon her skinny lips. You should be women,

1.3.46145And yet your beards forbid me to interpret

1.3.47146That you are so.

That you are so. Speak if you can--what are you?

All hail Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.

All hail Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor.

All hail Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter.

Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear

1.3.52152Things that do sound so fair? I'th' name of truth

1.3.53153Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

1.3.54154Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner

1.3.55155You greet with present grace and great prediction

1.3.56156Of noble having and of royal hope,

1.3.57157That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not.

1.3.58158If you can look into the seeds of time

1.3.59159And say which grain will grow and which will not,

1.3.60160Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear

1.3.61161Your favors nor your hate.

Hail.

Hail.

Hail.

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.

1.3.68168So all hail Macbeth and Banquo.

Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.

1.3.71171By Finel's death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,

1.3.72172But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives

1.3.73173A prosperous gentleman. And to be king,

1.3.74174Stands not within the prospect of belief,

1.3.75175No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence

1.3.76176You owe this strange intelligence, or why

1.3.77177Upon this blasted heath you stop our way

1.3.78178With such prophetic greeting?

1.3.79179Speak, I charge you.

The earth hath bubbles as the water has,

1.3.81181And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?

Into the air, and what seemed corporal

1.3.83183Melted, as breath into the wind. 184Would they had stayed.

Were such things here as we do speak about?

1.3.85186Or have we eaten on the insane root

1.3.86187That takes the reason prisoner?

Your children shall be kings.

Your children shall be kings. You shall be king.

And Thane of Cawdor too, went it not so?

To th'selfsame tune and words--who's here?

The King hath happily received, Macbeth,

1.3.91194The news of thy success, and when he reads

1.3.92195Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

1.3.93196His wonders and his praises do contend

1.3.94197Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that,

1.3.95198In viewing o'er the rest o'th' selfsame day,

1.3.96199He finds thee in the stout Norwegian ranks

1.3.97200Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,

1.3.98201Strange images of death. As thick as tale

1.3.99202Came post with post, and every one did bear

1.3.100203Thy praises in his kingdom's great defense

1.3.101204And poured them down before him.

And poured them down before him. We are sent

1.3.102206To give thee from our royal master thanks,

1.3.103207Only to herald thee into his sight,

1.3.104208Not pay thee.

And for an earnest of a greater honor

1.3.106210He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor,

1.3.107211In which addition, hail most worthy thane,

1.3.108212For it is thine.

For it is thine. 213Banquo [Aside]

What, can the devil speak true?

The Thane of Cawdor lives, 215Why do you dress me

1.3.110In borrowed robes?

In borrowed robes? Who was the thane lives yet,

1.3.111217But under heavy judgment bears that life

1.3.112218Which he deserves to lose.

1.3.113219Whether he was combined with those of Norway,

1.3.114220Or did line the rebel with hidden help

1.3.115221And vantage, or that with both he labored

1.3.116222In his country's wrack, I know not.

1.3.117223But treasons capital, confessed, and proved,

1.3.118224Have overthrown him.

Have overthrown him. 225Macbeth[Aside]

Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor:

1.3.119226The greatest is behind. --Thanks for your pains.

1.3.120227[To Banquo] Do you not hope your children shall be kings

1.3.121228When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me

1.3.122229Promised no less to them.

Promised no less to them. That trusted home

1.3.123231Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

1.3.124232Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange,

1.3.125233And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

1.3.126234The instruments of darkness tell us truths,

1.3.127235Win us with honest trifles, to betray's

1.3.128236In deepest consequence.

1.3.129237[To Ross and Angus] Cousins, a word, I pray you.

[To Ross and Angus] Cousins, a word, I pray you. [Aside] Two truths are told

1.3.130239As happy prologues to the swelling act

1.3.131240Of the imperial theme. --I thank you, gentlemen--

1.3.132241This supernatural soliciting

1.3.133242Cannot be ill, cannot be good. 243If ill,

1.3.134Why hath it given me earnest of success

1.3.135244Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.

1.3.136245If good, why do I yield to that suggestion

1.3.137246Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

1.3.138247And make my seated heart knock at my ribs

1.3.139248Against the use of nature? Present fears

1.3.140249Are less than horrible imaginings.

1.3.141250My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

1.3.142251Shakes so my single state of man 252that function

1.3.143Is smothered in surmise, 253and nothing is

1.3.144But what is not.

But what is not. Look how our partner's rapt.

If chance will have me king, 256why, chance may crown me

1.3.146257Without my stir.

Without my stir. New honors come upon him

1.3.147259Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold

1.3.148260But with the aid of use.

But with the aid of use. Come what come may,

1.3.150262Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei264sure.

Give me your favor. 266My dull brain was wrought

1.3.153With things forgotten.

1.3.154267Kind gentlemen, your pains are registered

1.3.155268Where every day I turn the leaf 269to read them.

1.3.156270Let us toward the King.

1.3.157[To Banquo] Think upon 271what hath chanced and at more time,

1.3.158272The interim having weighed it, let us speak

1.3.159273Our free hearts each to other.

Our free hearts each to other. Very gladly.

Till then, enough. 276 Come, friends.

Is execution done on Cawdor? 281Are not

1.4.2Those in commission yet returned?

Those in commission yet returned? My liege,

1.4.3They are not yet come back; 283but I have spoke

1.4.4With one that saw him die, 284who did report

1.4.5That very frankly he 285confessed his treasons,

1.4.6Implored your highness' pardon, 286and set forth

1.4.7A deep repentance. 287Nothing in his life

1.4.8Became him 288like the leaving it: he died

1.4.9289As one that had been studied in his death

1.4.10290To throw away the dearest thing he owed

1.4.11291As 'twere a careless trifle.

As 'twere a careless trifle. There's no art

1.4.12293To find the mind's construction in the face.

1.4.13294He was a gentleman on whom I built

1.4.14295An absolute trust.

An absolute trust. 297O worthiest cousin,

1.4.15298The sin of my ingratitude even now

1.4.16299Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before

1.4.17300That swiftest wing of recompense is slow

1.4.18301To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,

1.4.19302That the proportion both of thanks and payment

1.4.20303Might have been mine. Only I have left to say,

1.4.21304More is thy due than more than all can pay.

The service, and the loyalty I owe

1.4.23306In doing it, pays itself. 307Your highness' part

1.4.24Is to receive our duties, 308and our duties

1.4.25Are to your throne and state, 309children and servants,

1.4.26Which do but what they should 310by doing everything

1.4.27Safe toward your love 311and honor.

Safe toward your love and honor. Welcome hither:

1.4.28313I have begun to plant thee, and will labor

1.4.29314To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,

1.4.30315That hast no less deserved, nor must be known

1.4.31316No less to have done so. Let me enfold thee

1.4.32317And hold thee to my heart.

And hold thee to my heart. There if I grow,

1.4.33319The harvest is your own.

The harvest is your own. My plenteous joys,

1.4.34321Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves

1.4.35322In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

1.4.36323And you whose places are the nearest, know

1.4.37324We will establish our estate upon

1.4.38325Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter

1.4.39326The Prince of Cumberland, which honor must

1.4.40327Not unaccompanied invest him only,

1.4.41328But signs of nobleness like stars shall shine

1.4.42329On all deservers. [To Macbeth] From hence to Inverness

1.4.43330And bind us further to you.

The rest is labor which is not used for you.

1.4.45332I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful

1.4.46333The hearing of my wife with your approach.

1.4.47334So humbly take my leave.

So humbly take my leave. My worthy Cawdor.

[Aside] The Prince of Cumberland--that is a step

1.4.49337On which I must fall down or else o'erleap,

1.4.50338For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires,

1.4.51339Let not light see my black and deep desires;

1.4.52340The eye wink at the hand--yet let that be

1.4.53341Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

True, worthy Banquo, he is full so valiant,

1.4.55343And in his commendations, I am fed;

1.4.56344It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,

1.4.57345Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.

1.4.58346It is a peerless kinsman.

They met me in the day of success, and I have 350learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than 351mortal knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them 352further, they made themselves air into which they vanished. 353Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from 354the King, who all-hailed me Thane of Cawdor, by which title 355before these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to 356the coming on of time with "Hail, king that shalt be." This 357have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of 358greatness, that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing 359by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay 360it to thy heart, and farewell.

1.5.2361Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be

1.5.3362What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature:

1.5.4363It is too full o'th' milk of human kindness

1.5.5364To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great,

1.5.6365Art not without ambition, but without

1.5.7366The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,

1.5.8367That wouldst thou holily, wouldst not play false,

1.5.9368And yet wouldst wrongly win. 369 Thou'dst have, great Glamis,

1.5.10That which cries, 370"Thus thou must do" if thou have it,

1.5.11371And that which rather thou dost fear to do,

1.5.12372Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,

1.5.13373That I may pour my spirits in thine ear

1.5.14374And chastise with the valor of my tongue

1.5.15375All that impedes thee from the golden round,

1.5.16376Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem

1.5.17377To have thee crowned withal.

To have thee crowned withal. 378What is your tidings?

The King comes here tonight.

The King comes here tonight. Thou'rt mad to say it.

1.5.19381Is not thy master with him, who, were't so,

1.5.20382Would have informed for preparation?

So please you, it is true our thane is coming.

1.5.22384One of my fellows had the speed of him,

1.5.23385Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more

1.5.24386Than would make up his message.

Than would make up his message. Give him tending,

1.5.25388He brings great news.

He brings great news. 389The raven himself is hoarse

1.5.26390That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

1.5.27391Under my battlements. Come, you spirits

1.5.28392That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here

1.5.29393And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full

1.5.30394Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood,

1.5.31395Stop up th'access and passage to remorse

1.5.32396That no compunctious visitings of nature

1.5.33397Shake my fell purpose nor keep peace between

1.5.34398Th'effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts

1.5.35399And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,

1.5.36400Wherever in your sightless substances

1.5.37401You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night,

1.5.38402And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell

1.5.39403That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

1.5.40404Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark

1.5.41405To cry, "Hold, hold."

To cry, "Hold, hold." 406Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor,

1.5.42407Greater than both by the all-hail hereafter,

1.5.43408Thy letters have transported me beyond

1.5.44409This ignorant present and I feel now

1.5.45410The future in the instant.

The future in the instant. My dearest love,

1.5.46412Duncan comes here tonight.

Duncan comes here tonight. And when goes hence?

Tomorrow, as he purposes.

Tomorrow, as he purposes. Oh, never

1.5.48416Shall sun that morrow see.

1.5.49417Your face, my thane, is as a book where men

1.5.50418May read strange matters. To beguile the time,

1.5.51419Look like the time, bear welcome in your eye,

1.5.52420Your hand, your tongue. Look like th'innocent flower

1.5.53421But be the serpent under't. He that's coming

1.5.54422Must be provided for, and you shall put

1.5.55423This night's great business into my dispatch,

1.5.56424Which shall to all our nights and days to come

1.5.57425Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

We will speak further.

We will speak further. Only look up clear,

1.5.59428To alter favor ever is to fear.

1.5.60429Leave all the rest to me.

This castle hath a pleasant seat; 435the air

1.6.2Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

1.6.3436Unto our gentle senses.

Unto our gentle senses. This guest of summer,

1.6.4438The temple-haunting martlet, does approve

1.6.5439By his loved mansionry that the heavens' breath

1.6.6440Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze,

1.6.7441Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird

1.6.8442Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle.

1.6.9443Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed

1.6.10444The air is delicate.

See, see, our honored hostess. 446The love

1.6.12That follows us sometime is our trouble,

1.6.13447Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you

1.6.14448How you shall bid God 'ield us for your pains

1.6.15449And thank us for your trouble.

And thank us for your trouble. All our service

1.6.16451In every point twice done, and then done double,

1.6.17452Were poor and single business to contend

1.6.18453Against those honors, deep and broad, 454wherewith

1.6.19Your majesty loads our house. 455For those of old,

1.6.20And the late dignities 456heaped up to them,

1.6.21We rest your hermits.

We rest your hermits. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?

1.6.22458We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose

1.6.23459To be his purveyor, but he rides well,

1.6.24460And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him

1.6.25461To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,

1.6.26462We are your guest tonight.

We are your guest tonight. Your servants ever

1.6.27464Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in count,

1.6.28465To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,

1.6.29466Still to return your own.

Still to return your own. Give me your hand,

1.6.30468Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly,

1.6.31469And shall continue our graces towards him.

1.6.32470By your leave, hostess.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well

1.7.2476It were done quickly. If th'assassination

1.7.3477Could trammel up the consequence and catch

1.7.4478With his surcease success, that but this blow

1.7.5479Might be the be-all and the end-all here,

1.7.6480But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,

1.7.7481We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases,

1.7.8482We still have judgment here, that we but teach

1.7.9483Bloody instructions which, being taught, return

1.7.10484To plague th'inventor. This even-handed justice

1.7.11485Commends th'ingredience of our poisoned chalice

1.7.12486To our own lips. He's here in double trust:

1.7.13487First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

1.7.14488Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,

1.7.15489Who should against his murderer shut the door,

1.7.16490Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan

1.7.17491Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

1.7.18492So clear in his great office, that his virtues

1.7.19493Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued against

1.7.20494The deep damnation of his taking off;

1.7.21495And pity, like a naked newborn babe

1.7.22496Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed

1.7.23497Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

1.7.24498Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye

1.7.25499That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

1.7.26500To prick the sides of my intent, but only

1.7.27501Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself

1.7.28502And falls on th'other--

And falls on th'other-- 503How now, what news?

He has almost supped. Why have you left the chamber?

Hath he asked for me?

Hath he asked for me? Know you not he has?

We will proceed no further in this business.

1.7.32508He hath honored me of late and I have bought

1.7.33509Golden opinions from all sorts of people,

1.7.34510Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,

1.7.35511Not cast aside so soon.

Not cast aside so soon. Was the hope drunk

1.7.36513Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?

1.7.37514And wakes it now to look so green and pale

1.7.38515At what it did so freely? From this time

516Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard

1.7.40517To be the same in thine own act and valor

1.7.41518As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that

1.7.42519Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,

1.7.43520And live a coward in thine own esteem,

1.7.44521Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would"

1.7.45522Like the poor cat i'th' adage?

Like the poor cat i'th' adage? Prithee, peace.

1.7.46524I dare do all that may become a man;

1.7.47525Who dares do more is none.

Who dares do more is none. What beast was't then

1.7.48527That made you break this enterprise to me?

1.7.49528When you durst do it, then you were a man.

1.7.50529And to be more than what you were, you would

1.7.51530Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place

1.7.52531Did then adhere, and yet you would make both.

1.7.53532They have made themselves and that their fitness now

1.7.54533Does unmake you. I have given suck and know

1.7.55534How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me;

1.7.56535I would, while it was smiling in my face,

1.7.57536Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums

1.7.58537And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn

1.7.59538As you have done to this.

As you have done to this. If we should fail?

We fail.

1.7.61541But screw your courage to the sticking place

1.7.62542And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,

1.7.63543Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey

1.7.64544Soundly invite him, his two chamberlains

1.7.65545Will I with wine and wassail so convince

1.7.66546That memory, the warder of the brain,

1.7.67547Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason

1.7.68548A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep

1.7.69549Their drenchèd natures lies as in a death,

1.7.70550What cannot you and I perform upon

1.7.71551Th'unguarded Duncan? What not put upon

1.7.72552His spongy officers who shall bear the guilt

1.7.73553Of our great quell?

Of our great quell? Bring forth men-children only:

1.7.74555For thy undaunted mettle should compose

1.7.75556Nothing but males. Will it not be received

1.7.76557When we have marked with blood those sleepy two

1.7.77558Of his own chamber, and used their very daggers,

1.7.78559That they have done't?

That they have done't? Who dares receive it other,

1.7.79561As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar

1.7.80562Upon his death?

Upon his death? I am settled and bend up

1.7.81564Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

1.7.82565Away, and mock the time with fairest show,

1.7.83566False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

How goes the night, boy?

The moon is down, I have not heard the 573clock.

And she goes down at twelve.

And she goes down at twelve. I take't 'tis later, sir.

Hold, take my sword. 577There's husbandry in heaven:

2.1.5578Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.

2.1.6579A heavy summons lies like lead upon me

2.1.7580And yet I would not sleep. 581Merciful powers,

2.1.8Restrain in me the cursèd thoughts 582that nature

2.1.9Gives way to in repose.

Gives way to in repose. 584Give me my sword.

2.1.10Who's there?

A friend.

What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's abed.

2.1.13587He hath been in unusual pleasure,

2.1.14588And sent forth great largesse to your offices.

2.1.15589This diamond he greets your wife withal,

2.1.16590By the name of most kind hostess, 591and shut up

2.1.17In measureless content.

In measureless content. Being unprepared,

2.1.18593Our will became the servant to defect,

2.1.19594Which else should free have wrought.

Which else should free have wrought. All's well.

2.1.20596I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.

2.1.21597To you they have showed some truth.

To you they have showed some truth. I think not of them.

2.1.22599Yet when we can entreat an hour to serve,

2.1.23600We would spend it in some words upon that business,

2.1.24601If you would grant the time.

If you would grant the time. At your kind'st leisure.

If you shall cleave to my consent 604when 'tis,

2.1.26It shall make honor for you.

It shall make honor for you. So I lose none

2.1.27606In seeking to augment it, but still keep

2.1.28607My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,

2.1.29608I shall be counseled.

I shall be counseled. Good repose the while.

Thanks, sir, the like to you.

2.1.31611Macbeth[To servant] Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,

2.1.32612She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

2.1.33613Is this a dagger which I see before me,

2.1.34614The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

2.1.35615I have thee not and yet I see thee still.

2.1.36616Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

2.1.37617To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but

2.1.38618A dagger of the mind, a false creation

2.1.39619Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?

2.1.40620I see thee yet, in form as palpable

2.1.41621As this which now I draw.

2.1.42622Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going,

2.1.43623And such an instrument I was to use.

2.1.44624Mine eyes are made the fools o'th' other senses

2.1.45625Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,

2.1.46626And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,

2.1.47627Which was not so before. There's no such thing!

2.1.48628It is the bloody business which informs

2.1.49629Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world

2.1.50630Nature seems dead and wicked dreams abuse

2.1.51631The curtained sleep; witchcraft celebrates

2.1.52632Pale Hecate's off'rings; and withered murder,

2.1.53633Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf,

2.1.54634Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,

2.1.55635With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design

2.1.56636Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,

2.1.57637Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear

2.1.58638Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,

2.1.59639And take the present horror from the time,

2.1.60640Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives;

2.1.61641Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

2.1.62643I go, and it is done. The bell invites me.

2.1.63644Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell

2.1.64645That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold,

2.2.2649What hath quenched them hath given me fire. 650Hark! Peace!

2.2.3It was the owl that shrieked, 651the fatal bellman

2.2.4Which gives the stern'st goodnight. 652He is about it.

2.2.5The doors are open 653and the surfeited grooms

2.2.6Do mock their charge 654with snores. I have drugged their possets

2.2.7655That death and nature do contend about them

2.2.8656Whether they live or die.

Whether they live or die. Who's there? What ho!

Alack, I am afraid they have awaked

2.2.10660And 'tis not done; th'attempt and not the deed

2.2.11661Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready,

2.2.12662He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled

2.2.13663My father as he slept, I had done't. 664My husband?

I have done the deed. 666Didst thou not hear a noise?

I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.

2.2.16668Did not you speak?

Did not you speak? When?

Did not you speak? When? Now.

Did not you speak? When? Now. As I descended?

Ay.

Ay. Hark, who lies i'th' second chamber?

Donalbain.

Donalbain. This is a sorry sight.

A foolish thought to say a sorry sight.

There's one did laugh in's sleep, 678and one cried "Murder,"

2.2.21That they did wake each other. 679I stood and heard them,

2.2.22But they did say their prayers 680and addressed them

2.2.23Again to sleep.

Again to sleep. There are two lodged together.

One cried "God bless us" and "Amen" the other,

2.2.25683As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.

2.2.26684List'ning their fear, I could not say "Amen"

2.2.27685When they did say "God bless us."

Consider it not so deeply.

But wherefore could not I pronounce "Amen"?

2.2.30688I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"

2.2.31Stuck in my throat.

Stuck in my throat. These deeds must not be thought

2.2.32690After these ways: so, it will make us mad.

Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more":

2.2.34692Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep,

2.2.35693Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care,

2.2.36694The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,

2.2.37695Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,

2.2.38696Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Chief nourisher in life's feast. What do you mean?

Still it cried "Sleep no more" to all the house,

2.2.40699Glamis hath murdered sleep and therefore Cawdor

2.2.41700Shall sleep no more: Macbeth shall sleep no more.

Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,

2.2.43702You do unbend your noble strength to think

2.2.44703So brainsickly of things. Go get some water

2.2.45704And wash this filthy witness from your hand.

2.2.46705Why did you bring these daggers from the place?

2.2.47706They must lie there. Go carry them and smear

2.2.48707The sleepy grooms with blood.

The sleepy grooms with blood. I'll go no more.

2.2.49709I am afraid to think what I have done,

2.2.50710Look on't again I dare not.

Look on't again I dare not. Infirm of purpose!

2.2.51712Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead

2.2.52713Are but as pictures. 'Tis the eye of childhood

2.2.53714That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

2.2.54715I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,

2.2.55716For it must seem their guilt.

For it must seem their guilt. Whence is that knocking?

2.2.56719How is't with me when every noise appalls me?

2.2.57720What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes.

2.2.58721Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood

2.2.59722Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather

2.2.60723The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

2.2.61724Making the green one red.

My hands are of your color, but I shame

2.2.63727To wear a heart so white.

To wear a heart so white. 728 I hear a knocking

2.2.64At the south entry. 729Retire we to our chamber;

2.2.65730A little water clears us of this deed.

2.2.66731How easy is it then! Your constancy

2.2.67732Hath left you unattended.

Hath left you unattended. 733Hark, more knocking.

2.2.68734Get on your nightgown lest occasion call us

2.2.69735And show us to be watchers. Be not lost

2.2.70736So poorly in your thoughts.

To know my deed, 738'twere best not know myself.

2.2.72739Wake Duncan with thy knocking--740I would thou couldst.

Here's a knocking indeed. If a man were 745porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the 746key. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, 747i'th' name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer that hanged 748himself on th'expectation of plenty. Come in time, have 749napkins enow about you--here you'll sweat for't. (Knock.) 750Knock, knock. Who's there, in th'other devil's name? 751Faith, here's an equivocator that could swear in both 752the scales against either scale, who committed treason 753enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to hea754ven. O come in, equivocator. (Knock.) Knock, 755knock, knock. Who's there? Faith, here's an English 756tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose. 757Come in, tailor, here you may roast your goose. (Knock.) 758Knock, knock. Never at quiet. What are you? But this 759place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further. 760I had thought to have let in some of all professions that 761go the primrose way to th'everlasting bonfire. (Knock.) 762Anon, anon. I pray you remember the porter.

Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed 765that you do lie so late?

Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock. 767And drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

What three things does drink especially 769provoke?

Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. 771Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes: it provokes 772the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore 773much drink may be said to be an equivocator with 774lechery: it makes him and it mars him, it sets him on 775and it takes him off, it persuades him and disheartens 776him, makes him stand to and not stand to; in 777conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep and, giving him the lie, 778leaves him.

I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

That it did, sir, i'the very throat on me. But I 781requited him for his lie and, I think, being too strong 782for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I 783made a shift to cast him.

Is thy master stirring?

2.3.9786Our knocking has awaked him: here he comes.

Good morrow, noble sir.

Good morrow, noble sir. Good morrow, both.

Is the King stirring, worthy thane?

Is the King stirring, worthy thane? Not yet.

He did command me to call timely on him;

2.3.13792I have almost slipped the hour.

I have almost slipped the hour. I'll bring you to him.

I know this is a joyful trouble to you, 795but yet 'tis one.

The labor we delight in physics pain. 797This is the door.

I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my limited 799service.

Goes the King hence today?

He does; he did appoint so.

The night has been unruly: 803where we lay,

2.3.20Our chimneys were blown down, 804and, as they say,

2.3.21Lamentings heard i'th' air, 805strange screams of death,

2.3.22806And prophesying with accents terrible

2.3.23807Of dire combustion and confused events,

2.3.24808New hatched to th'woeful time. 809The obscure bird

2.3.25Clamored the livelong night. 810Some say the earth

2.3.26Was feverous 811and did shake.

Was feverous and did shake. 'Twas a rough night.

My young remembrance cannot parallel

2.3.28814A fellow to it.

A fellow to it. O horror, horror, horror,

2.3.29817Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee.

What's the matter?

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece:

2.3.32820Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope

2.3.33821The Lord's anointed temple and stole thence

2.3.34822The life o'th' building.

The life o'th' building. What is't you say, the life?

Mean you his majesty?

Approach the chamber and destroy your sight

2.3.37826With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak--

2.3.38827See, and then speak yourselves.

See, and then speak yourselves. Awake, awake!

2.3.39829Ring the alarum bell! Murder and treason!

2.3.40830Banquo and Donalbain, Malcolm, awake,

2.3.41831Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,

2.3.42832And look on death itself. Up, up, and see

2.3.43833The great doom's image! Malcolm, Banquo,

2.3.44834As from your graves rise up and walk like sprites

2.3.45835To countenance this horror.

To countenance this horror. What's the business

2.3.46838That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley

2.3.47839The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak.

The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak. O gentle lady,

2.3.48841'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak.

2.3.49842The repetition in a woman's ear

2.3.50843Would murder as it fell.

Would murder as it fell. 845O Banquo, Banquo,

2.3.51Our royal master's murdered.

Our royal master's murdered. Woe, alas!

2.3.52847What, in our house?

What, in our house? Too cruel anywhere.

2.3.53849Dear Duff, I prithee contradict thyself

2.3.54850And say it is not so.

Had I but died an hour before this chance,

2.3.56853I had lived a blessèd time, for from this instant

2.3.57854There's nothing serious in mortality.

2.3.58855All is but toys, renown and grace is dead,

2.3.59856The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees

2.3.60857Is left this vault to brag of.

What is amiss?

What is amiss? You are and do not know't:

2.3.62861The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood

2.3.63862Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped.

Your royal father's murdered.

Your royal father's murdered. Oh, by whom?

Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done't:

2.3.66866Their hands and faces were all badged with blood,

2.3.67867So were their daggers which, unwiped, we found

2.3.68868Upon their pillows. They stared and were distracted;

2.3.69869No man's life was to be trusted with them.

Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury

2.3.71871That I did kill them.

That I did kill them. Wherefore did you so?

Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate and furious,

2.3.73874Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

2.3.74875Th'expedition of my violent love

2.3.75876Outran the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,

2.3.76877His silver skin laced with his golden blood,

2.3.77878And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature

2.3.78879For ruin's wasteful entrance; there the murderers,

2.3.79880Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers

2.3.80881Unmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain

2.3.81882That had a heart to love, and in that heart

2.3.82883Courage to make's love known?

Courage to make's love known? Help me hence, ho!

Look to the lady.

Look to the lady. [Aside to Donalbain] Why do we hold our tongues

2.3.84887That most may claim this argument for ours?

[Aside to Malcolm] What should be spoken here 889 where our fate,

2.3.86Hid in an auger hole, 890 may rush and seize us?

2.3.87Let's away. 891Our tears are not yet brewed.

[Aside to Donalbain] Nor our strong sorrow 893upon the foot of motion.

Look to the lady.

2.3.90895And when we have our naked frailties hid

2.3.91896That suffer in exposure, let us meet

2.3.92897And question this most bloody piece of work

2.3.93898To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us;

2.3.94899In the great hand of God I stand, and thence

2.3.95900Against the undivulged pretense I fight

2.3.96901Of treasonous malice.

Of treasonous malice. And so do I.

Of treasonous malice. And so do I. So all.

Let's briefly put on manly readiness

2.3.98905And meet i'th' hall together.

And meet i'th' hall together. Well contented.

What will you do? 908Let's not consort with them.

2.3.100909To show an unfelt sorrow is an office

2.3.101910Which the false man does easy. 911I'll to England.

To Ireland, I. 913Our separated fortune

2.3.103Shall keep us both the safer. 914Where we are,

2.3.104There's daggers in men's smiles. 915The nea'er in blood,

2.3.105The nearer bloody.

The nearer bloody. This murderous shaft that's shot

2.3.106917Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way

2.3.107918Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse,

2.3.108919And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,

2.3.109920But shift away. There's warrant in that theft

2.3.110921Which steals itself when there's no mercy left.

Threescore and ten I can remember well;

2.4.2926Within the volume of which time I have seen

2.4.3927Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night

2.4.4928Hath trifled former knowings.

Hath trifled former knowings. Ha, good father,

2.4.5930Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man's act,

2.4.6931Threatens his bloody stage: by th'clock 'tis day

2.4.7932And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.

2.4.8933Is't night's predominance or the day's shame

2.4.9934That darkness does the face of earth entomb

2.4.10935When living light should kiss it?

When living light should kiss it? 'Tis unnatural,

2.4.11937Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,

2.4.12938A falcon tow'ring in her pride of place

2.4.13939Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

And Duncan's horses--941a thing most strange and certain--

2.4.15942Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,

2.4.16943Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,

2.4.17944Contending 'gainst obedience as they would

2.4.18945Make war with mankind.

Make war with mankind. 'Tis said they ate each other.

They did so, 948to th'amazement of mine eyes

2.4.20That looked upon't.

That looked upon't. 950Here comes the good Macduff.

2.4.21951How goes the world, sir, now?

How goes the world, sir, now? Why, see you not?

Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Those that Macbeth hath slain. Alas the day,

2.4.24956What good could they pretend?

What good could they pretend? They were suborned.

2.4.25958Malcolm and Donalbain, the King's two sons,

2.4.26959Are stol'n away and fled, which puts upon them

2.4.27960Suspicion of the deed.

Suspicion of the deed. 'Gainst nature still--

2.4.28962Thriftless ambition that will ravin up

2.4.29963Thine own life's means. Then 'tis most like

2.4.30964The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

He is already named and gone to Scone

2.4.32966To be invested.

Where is Duncan's body?

Where is Duncan's body? Carried to Colmkill,

2.4.34969The sacred storehouse of his predecessors

2.4.35970And guardian of their bones.

And guardian of their bones. Will you to Scone?

No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Well, I will thither.

Well may you see things well done there. Adieu,

2.4.38975Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.

Farewell, father.

God's benison go with you, and with those

2.4.41978That would make good of bad and friends of foes.

Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

3.1.2983As the weird women promised, and I fear

3.1.3984Thou played'st most foully for't. Yet it was said

3.1.4985It should not stand in thy posterity,

3.1.5986But that myself should be the root and father

3.1.6987Of many kings. If there come truth from them,

3.1.7988As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,

3.1.8989Why, by the verities on thee made good,

3.1.9990May they not be my oracles as well

3.1.10991And set me up in hope? But hush, no more.

Here's our chief guest.

Here's our chief guest. If he had been forgotten,

3.1.12996It had been as a gap in our great feast,

3.1.13997And all-thing unbecoming.

Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir,

3.1.15999And I'll request your presence.

And I'll request your presence. Let your highness

3.1.161001Command upon me, to the which my duties

3.1.171002Are with a most indissoluble tie

3.1.181003Forever knit.

Ride you this afternoon?

Ride you this afternoon? Ay, my good lord.

We should have else desired your good advice,

3.1.211007Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,

3.1.221008In this day's council; but we'll take tomorrow.

3.1.231009Is't far you ride?

As far, my lord, as will fill up the time

3.1.251011'Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better,

3.1.261012I must become a borrower of the night

3.1.271013For a dark hour or twain.

For a dark hour or twain. Fail not our feast.

My lord, I will not.

We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed

3.1.301017In England and in Ireland, not confessing

3.1.311018Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers

3.1.321019With strange invention. But of that tomorrow,

3.1.331020When therewithal we shall have cause of state

3.1.341021Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse--1022adieu

3.1.35Till you return at night. 1023Goes Fleance with you?

Ay, my good lord, our time does call upon's.

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot,

3.1.381026And so I do commend you to their backs.

3.1.391027Farewell.

3.1.401028Let every man be master of his time

3.1.411029Till seven at night. To make society

3.1.421030The sweeter welcome, 1031we will keep ourself

3.1.43Till suppertime alone. 1032While then, God be with you.

3.1.441033Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men

3.1.451034Our pleasure?

They are, my lord, without the palace 1036gate.

Bring them before us.

Bring them before us. 1038To be thus is nothing,

3.1.48But to be safely thus. 1039Our fears in Banquo

3.1.49Stick deep, 1040and in his royalty of nature

3.1.50Reigns that 1041which would be feared. 'Tis much he dares,

3.1.511042And to that dauntless temper of his mind

3.1.521043He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor

3.1.531044To act in safety. There is none but he

3.1.541045Whose being I do fear; and under him

3.1.551046My genius is rebuked, as it is said

3.1.561047Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters

3.1.571048When first they put the name of King upon me

3.1.581049And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like,

3.1.591050They hailed him father to a line of kings.

3.1.601051Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown

3.1.611052And put a barren scepter in my grip,

3.1.621053Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,

3.1.631054No son of mine succeeding. If't be so,

3.1.641055For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind,

3.1.651056For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered,

3.1.661057Put rancors in the vessel of my peace

3.1.671058Only for them, and mine eternal jewel

3.1.681059Given to the common enemy of man

3.1.691060To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings.

3.1.701061Rather than so, come, Fate, into the list,

3.1.711062And champion me to th'utterance. 1063Who's there?

3.1.721065[To Servant] Now go to the door and stay there till we call.

3.1.731067Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

It was, so please your highness.

It was, so please your highness. Well then, 1070now,

3.1.75Have you considered of my speeches? 1071Know

3.1.76That it was he in the times past 1072which held you

3.1.77So under fortune, 1073which you thought had been

3.1.78Our innocent self. 1074This I made good to you

3.1.79In our last conference; 1075passed in probation with you

3.1.801076How you were borne in hand, how crossed, 1077the instruments,

3.1.81Who wrought with them, 1078and all things else that might

3.1.821079To half a soul and to a notion crazed

3.1.831080Say, "Thus did Banquo."

Say, "Thus did Banquo." You made it known to us.

I did so; 1083and went further which is now

3.1.851084Our point of second meeting. 1085Do you find

3.1.86Your patience so predominant 1086in your nature

3.1.87That you can let this go? 1087Are you so gospelled

3.1.88To pray for this good man 1088and for his issue,

3.1.89Whose heavy hand 1089hath bowed you to the grave

3.1.90And beggared 1090yours forever?

And beggared yours forever? We are men, my liege.

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men,

3.1.921093As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,

3.1.931094Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clept

3.1.941095All by the name of dogs. The valued file

3.1.951096Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,

3.1.961097The house-keeper, the hunter, every one

3.1.971098According to the gift which bounteous nature

3.1.981099Hath in him closed, whereby he does receive

3.1.991100Particular addition from the bill

3.1.1001101That writes them all alike. And so of men.

3.1.1011102Now, if you have a station in the file

3.1.1021103Not i'th' worst rank of manhood, say't,

3.1.1031104And I will put that business in your bosoms

3.1.1041105Whose execution takes your enemy off,

3.1.1051106Grapples you to the heart and love of us,

3.1.1061107Who wear our health but sickly in his life,

3.1.1071108Which in his death were perfect.

Which in his death were perfect. I am one, my liege,

3.1.1081110Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world

3.1.1091111Hath so incensed that I am reckless what I do

3.1.1101112To spite the world.

To spite the world. And I another,

3.1.1111114So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,

3.1.1121115That I would set my life on any chance

3.1.1131116To mend it or be rid on't.

To mend it or be rid on't. Both of you

3.1.114Know Banquo was your enemy.

Know Banquo was your enemy. True, my lord.

So is he mine--and in such bloody distance

3.1.1161120That every minute of his being thrusts

3.1.1171121Against my near'st of life. And though I could

3.1.1181122With barefaced power sweep him from my sight

3.1.1191123And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not

3.1.1201124For certain friends that are both his and mine,

3.1.1211125Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall

3.1.1221126Who I myself struck down. And thence it is

3.1.1231127That I to your assistance do make love,

3.1.1241128Masking the business from the common eye

3.1.1251129For sundry weighty reasons.

For sundry weighty reasons. We shall, my lord,

3.1.1261131Perform what you command us.

Perform what you command us. Though our lives--

Your spirits shine through you. 1134Within this hour at most

3.1.1281135I will advise you where to plant yourselves,

3.1.1291136Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'th' time,

3.1.1301137The moment on't, for't must be done tonight,

3.1.1311138And something from the palace--always thought

3.1.1321139That I require a clearness. And with him,

3.1.1331140To leave no rubs nor botches in the work,

3.1.1341141Fleance, his son, that keeps him company,

3.1.1351142Whose absence is no less material to me

3.1.1361143Than is his father's, must embrace the fate

3.1.1371144Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart,

3.1.1381145I'll come to you anon.

I'll come to you anon. We are resolved, my lord.

I'll call upon you straight; abide within.

3.1.1401148It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,

3.1.1411149If it find heaven, must find it out tonight.

Is Banquo gone from court?

Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.

Say to the King I would attend his leisure

3.2.41155For a few words.

For a few words. Madam, I will.

For a few words. Madam, I will. Nought's had, all's spent,

3.2.51158Where our desire is got without content.

3.2.61159'Tis safer to be that which we destroy

3.2.71160Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

3.2.81162How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,

3.2.91163Of sorriest fancies your companions making,

3.2.101164Using those thoughts which should indeed have died

3.2.111165With them they think on? Things without all remedy

3.2.121166Should be without regard: what's done is done.

We have scorched the snake, not killed it.

3.2.141168She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice

3.2.151169Remains in danger of her former tooth.

3.2.161170But let the frame of things disjoint, 1171both the worlds suffer,

3.2.171172Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep

3.2.181173In the affliction of these terrible dreams

3.2.191174That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead,

3.2.201175Whom we to gain our peace have sent to peace,

3.2.211176Than on the torture of the mind to lie

3.2.221177In restless ecstasy. 1178Duncan is in his grave;

3.2.231179After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.

3.2.241180Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,

3.2.251181Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,

3.2.261182Can touch him further.

Can touch him further. Come on, 1184gentle my lord,

3.2.27Sleek o'er your rugged looks, 1185be bright and jovial

3.2.28Among your guests tonight.

Among your guests tonight. So shall I, love,

3.2.29And so I pray be you. 1187Let your remembrance

3.2.30Apply to Banquo, 1188present him eminence

3.2.31Both with eye and tongue. 1189Unsafe the while, that we

3.2.32Must lave 1190our honors in these flattering streams

3.2.331191And make our faces vizards to our hearts,

3.2.341192Disguising what they are.

Disguising what they are. You must leave this.

Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.

3.2.361195Thou knowst that Banquo and his Fleance lives.

But in them nature's copy's not eterne.

There's comfort yet--they are assailable;

3.2.391198Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown

3.2.401199His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate's summons

3.2.411200The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums

3.2.421201Hath rung night's yawning peal, 1202there shall be done

3.2.43A deed of dreadful note.

A deed of dreadful note. What's to be done?

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

3.2.451205Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,

3.2.461206Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day

3.2.471207And with thy bloody and invisible hand

3.2.481208Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond

3.2.491209Which keeps me pale. Light thickens,

3.2.501210And the crow makes wing to th'rooky wood.

3.2.511211Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,

3.2.521212Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.

3.2.531213Thou marvel'st at my words, but hold thee still;

3.2.541214Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

3.2.551215So prithee go with me.

But who did bid thee join with us?

But who did bid thee join with us? Macbeth.

He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers

3.3.31221Our offices and what we have to do

3.3.41222To the direction just.

To the direction just. Then stand with us.

3.3.51224The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.

3.3.61225Now spurs the lated traveler apace

3.3.71226To gain the timely inn, and near approaches

3.3.81227The subject of our watch.

The subject of our watch. Hark, I hear horses.

(Within) Give us a light there, ho!

(Within) Give us a light there, ho! Then 'tis he.

3.3.101231The rest that are within the note of expectation

3.3.111232Already are i'th' court.

Already are i'th' court. His horses go about.

Almost a mile; but he does usually,

3.3.131235So all men do, from hence to th'palace gate

3.3.141236Make it their walk.

A light, a light.

'Tis he.

Stand to't.

It will be rain tonight.

It will be rain tonight. Let it come down.

Oh, treachery!

3.3.201244Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!

3.3.211245Thou mayst revenge--O slave!

Who did strike out the light?

Who did strike out the light? Was't not the way?

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

We have lost 1250best half of our affair.

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

You know your own degrees, sit down; 1257at first

3.4.2And last, the hearty welcome.

And last, the hearty welcome. Thanks to your majesty.

Ourself will mingle with society

3.4.41260And play the humble host. 1261Our hostess keeps her state,

3.4.5But in best time 1262we will require her welcome.

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,

3.4.71264For my heart speaks they are welcome.

See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.

3.4.91267Both sides are even--here I'll sit i'th' midst.

3.4.101268Be large in mirth. Anon we'll drink a measure

3.4.111269The table round. [To 1 Murderer] There's blood upon thy face.

'Tis Banquo's, then.

'Tis better thee without than he within.

3.4.141272Is he dispatched?

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

Thou art the best o'th' cutthroats.

3.4.171275Yet he's good that did the like for Fleance;

3.4.181276If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.

Most royal sir, 1278Fleance is 'scaped.

Then comes my fit again; 1280I had else been perfect,

3.4.211281Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

3.4.221282As broad and general as the casing air,

3.4.231283But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in

3.4.241284To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

Ay, my good lord; safe in a ditch he bides

3.4.261286With twenty trenchèd gashes on his head,

3.4.271287The least a death to nature.

The least a death to nature. Thanks for that.

3.4.281289There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled

3.4.291290Hath nature that in time will venom breed,

3.4.301291No teeth for th'present. Get thee gone; tomorrow

3.4.311292We'll hear ourselves again.

We'll hear ourselves again. My royal lord,

3.4.321294You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold

3.4.331295That is not often vouched while 'tis a-making;

3.4.341296'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home:

3.4.351297From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony,

3.4.361298Meeting were bare without it.

Meeting were bare without it. Sweet remembrancer!

3.4.371301Now good digestion wait on appetite

3.4.381302And health on both.

And health on both. May't please your highness, sit.

Here had we now our country's honor roofed,

3.4.401305Were the graced person of our Banquo present,

3.4.411306Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

3.4.421307Than pity for mischance.

Than pity for mischance. His absence, sir,

3.4.431309Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness

3.4.441310To grace us with your royal company?

The table's full.

The table's full. Here is a place reserved, sir.

Where?

Here, my good lord. 1315What is't that moves your highness?

Which of you have done this?

Which of you have done this? What, my good lord?

[To Banquo's Ghost] Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake

3.4.501319Thy gory locks at me.

[Rising] Gentlemen, rise--his highness is not well.

[Rising] Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus

3.4.531322And hath been from his youth. Pray you keep seat,

3.4.541323The fit is momentary; upon a thought

3.4.551324He will again be well. If much you note him

3.4.561325You shall offend him and extend his passion.

3.4.571326Feed, and regard him not. [Aside to Macbeth] Are you a man?

Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that

3.4.591328Which might appall the devil.

Which might appall the devil. Oh, proper stuff!

3.4.601330This is the very painting of your fear,

3.4.611331This is the air-drawn dagger which you said

3.4.621332Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts,

3.4.631333Impostors to true fear, would well become

3.4.641334A woman's story at a winter's fire

3.4.651335Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!

3.4.661336Why do you make such faces? When all's done,

3.4.671337You look but on a stool.

Prithee, see there! 1339Behold, look, lo, how say you?

3.4.691340[To Banquo's Ghost] Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.

3.4.701341If charnel houses and our graves must send

3.4.711342Those that we bury back, our monuments

3.4.721343Shall be the maws of kites.

Shall be the maws of kites. What? Quite unmanned in folly.

If I stand here, I saw him.

If I stand here, I saw him. Fie, for shame.

Blood hath been shed ere now, i'th' olden time

3.4.751348Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;

3.4.761349Ay, and since too, murders have been performed

3.4.771350Too terrible for the ear. The times has been

3.4.781351That when the brains were out, the man would die,

3.4.791352And there an end. But now they rise again

3.4.801353With twenty mortal murders on their crowns

3.4.811354And push us from our stools. This is more strange

3.4.821355Than such a murder is.

Than such a murder is. My worthy lord,

3.4.831357Your noble friends do lack you.

Your noble friends do lack you. I do forget.

3.4.841359Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends:

3.4.851360I have a strange infirmity which is nothing

3.4.861361To those that know me. Come, love and health to all.

3.4.871362Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine, fill full.

3.4.881364I drink to th'general joy o'th' whole table

3.4.891365And to our dear friend, Banquo, whom we miss.

3.4.901366Would he were here! To all, and him we thirst,

3.4.911367And all to all.

And all to all. Our duties and the pledge.

Avant and quit my sight, let the earth hide thee!

3.4.931370Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold,

3.4.941371Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

3.4.951372Which thou dost glare with.

Which thou dost glare with. Think of this, good peers,

3.4.961374But as a thing of custom; 'tis no other,

3.4.971375Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

What man dare, I dare:

3.4.991377Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,

3.4.1001378The armed rhinoceros, or th'Hyrcan tiger,

3.4.1011379Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

3.4.1021380Shall never tremble. Or be alive again

3.4.1031381And dare me to the desert with thy sword,

3.4.1041382If trembling I inhabit then, protest me

3.4.1051383The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow,

3.4.1061384Unreal mock'ry, hence!

Unreal mock'ry, hence! Why so, being gone,

3.4.1071385I am a man again. Pray you sit still.

You have displaced the mirth, 1387broke the good meeting

3.4.109With most admired disorder.

With most admired disorder. Can such things be

3.4.1101389And overcome us like a summer's cloud

3.4.1111390Without our special wonder? You make me strange

3.4.1121391Even to the disposition that I owe,

3.4.1131392When now I think you can behold such sights

3.4.1141393And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks

3.4.1151394When mine is blanched with fear.

When mine is blanched with fear. What sights, my lord?

I pray you speak not: he grows worse and worse.

3.4.1171397Question enrages him. At once, goodnight.

3.4.1181398Stand not upon the order of your going,

3.4.1191399But go at once.

But go at once. Goodnight, and better health

3.4.1201401Attend his majesty.

Attend his majesty. A kind goodnight to all.

It will have blood, they say--1404blood will have blood.

3.4.1221405Stones have been known to move and trees to speak,

3.4.1231406Augurs and understood relations have

3.4.1241407By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth

3.4.1251408The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?

Almost at odds with morning which is which.

How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person

3.4.1281411At our great bidding?

At our great bidding? Did you send to him, sir?

I hear it by the way, but I will send.

3.4.1301414There's not a one of them but in his house

3.4.1311415I keep a servant fee'd. I will tomorrow,

3.4.1321416And betimes I will, to the weird sisters.

3.4.1331417More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know

3.4.1341418By the worst means the worst; for mine own good

3.4.1351419All causes shall give way. I am in blood

3.4.1361420Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,

3.4.1371421Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

3.4.1381422Strange things I have in head that will to hand,

3.4.1391423Which must be acted ere they may be scanned.

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse

3.4.1421426Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:

3.4.1431427We are yet but young in deed.

Why, how now, Hecate, you look angerly?

Have I not reason, beldams as you are,

3.5.31433Saucy and over-bold? How did you dare

3.5.41434To trade and traffic with Macbeth

3.5.51435In riddles and affairs of death,

3.5.61436And I the mistress of your charms,

3.5.71437The close contriver of all harms,

3.5.81438Was never called to bear my part

3.5.91439Or show the glory of our art?

3.5.101440And which is worse, all you have done

3.5.111441Hath been but for a wayward son,

3.5.121442Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,

3.5.131443Loves for his own ends, not for you.

3.5.141444But make amends now: get you gone

3.5.151445And at the pit of Acheron

3.5.161446Meet me i'th' morning. Thither he

3.5.171447Will come to know his destiny.

3.5.181448Your vessels and your spells provide,

3.5.191449Your charms and every thing beside.

3.5.201450I am for th'air: this night I'll spend

3.5.211451Unto a dismal and a fatal end.

3.5.221452Great business must be wrought ere noon.

3.5.231453Upon the corner of the moon

3.5.241454There hangs a vap'rous drop profound;

3.5.251455I'll catch it ere it come to ground.

3.5.261456And that distilled by magic sleights

3.5.271457Shall raise such artificial sprites

3.5.281458As by the strength of their illusion

3.5.291459Shall draw him on to his confusion.

3.5.301460He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear

3.5.311461His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear.

3.5.321462And you all know security

3.5.331463Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

3.5.341465Hark, I am called: my little spirit, see,

3.5.351466Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.

Come, let's make haste, she'll soon be 1469back again.

My former speeches 1473have but hit your thoughts,

3.6.21474Which can interpret farther. Only I say

3.6.31475Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan

3.6.41476Was pitied of Macbeth--marry, he was dead.

3.6.51477And the right valiant Banquo walked too late

3.6.61478Whom you may say, if't please you, Fleance killed,

3.6.71479For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.

3.6.81480Who cannot want the thought how monstrous

3.6.91481It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain

3.6.101482To kill their gracious father? Damnèd fact,

3.6.111483How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight,

3.6.121484In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,

3.6.131485That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?

3.6.141486Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too,

3.6.151487For 'twould have angered any heart alive

3.6.161488To hear the men deny't. So that I say,

3.6.171489He has borne all things well, and I do think

3.6.181490That, had he Duncan's sons under his key,

3.6.191491As, and't please heaven, he shall not, they should find

3.6.201492What 'twere to kill a father. So should Fleance.

3.6.211493But peace, for from broad words and 'cause he failed

3.6.221494His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear

3.6.231495Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell

3.6.241496Where he bestows himself?

Where he bestows himself? The son of Duncan,

3.6.251498From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,

3.6.261499Lives in the English court, and is received

3.6.271500Of the most pious Edward with such grace

3.6.281501That the malevolence of Fortune nothing

3.6.291502Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff

3.6.301503Is gone to pray the holy king upon his aid

3.6.311504To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward,

3.6.321505That by the help of these, with him above

3.6.331506To ratify the work, we may again

3.6.341507Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,

3.6.351508Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,

3.6.361509Do faithful homage and receive free honors,

3.6.371510All which we pine for now. And this report

3.6.381511Hath so exasperate their king that he

3.6.391512Prepares for some attempt of war.

Sent he to Macduff?

He did; and with an absolute, "Sir, not I",

3.6.421515The cloudy messenger turns me his back

3.6.431516And hums--as who should say, "You'll rue the time

3.6.441517That clogs me with this answer."

That clogs me with this answer." And that well might

3.6.451519Advise him to a caution, t'hold what distance

3.6.461520His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel

3.6.471521Fly to the court of England and unfold

3.6.481522His message ere he come, that a swift blessing

3.6.491523May soon return to this our suffering country

3.6.501524Under a hand accursed.

Under a hand accursed. I'll send my prayers with him.

Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.

Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Harpier cries, "'Tis time, 'tis time."

Round about the cauldron go,

4.1.51532In the poisoned entrails throw.

4.1.61533Toad that under cold stone

4.1.71534Days and nights has thirty-one

4.1.81535Sweltered venom sleeping got,

4.1.91536Boil thou first i'th' charmèd pot.

Double, double, toil and trouble,

4.1.111538Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake

4.1.131540In the cauldron boil and bake,

4.1.141541Eye of newt and toe of frog,

4.1.151542Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

4.1.161543Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,

4.1.171544Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,

4.1.181545For a charm of powerful trouble,

4.1.191546Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.

Double, double, toil and trouble,

4.1.211548Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,

4.1.231550Witch's mummy, maw and gulf

4.1.241551Of the ravined salt-sea shark,

4.1.251552Root of hemlock digged i'th' dark,

4.1.261553Liver of blaspheming Jew,

4.1.271554Gall of goat and slips of yew

4.1.281555Slivered in the moon's eclipse,

4.1.291556Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,

4.1.301557Finger of birth-strangled babe

4.1.311558Ditch-delivered by a drab,

4.1.321559Make the gruel thick and slab.

4.1.331560Add thereto a tiger's chawdron

4.1.341561For th'ingredience of our cauldron.

Double, double, toil and trouble,

4.1.361563Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,

4.1.381565Then the charm is firm and good.

Oh, well done! I commend your pains,

4.1.401568And everyone shall share i'th' gains.

4.1.411569And now about the cauldron sing

4.1.421570Like elves and fairies in a ring,

4.1.431571Enchanting all that you put in.

By the pricking of my thumbs,

4.1.451574Something wicked this way comes;

4.1.461575Open locks, whoever knocks.

How now, you secret, black and midnight hags?

4.1.481578What is't you do?

What is't you do? A deed without a name.

I conjure you, by that which you profess,

4.1.501581Howe'er you come to know it, answer me.

4.1.511582Though you untie the winds and let them fight

4.1.521583Against the churches, though the yeasty waves

4.1.531584Confound and swallow navigation up,

4.1.541585Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down,

4.1.551586Though castles topple on their warders' heads,

4.1.561587Though palaces and pyramids do slope

4.1.571588Their heads to their foundations, though the treasure

4.1.581589Of nature's germen tumble altogether

4.1.591590Even till destruction sicken, answer me

4.1.601591To what I ask you.

To what I ask you. Speak.

To what I ask you. Speak. Demand.

To what I ask you. Speak. Demand. We'll answer.

Say if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths

4.1.621596Or from our masters'.

Or from our masters'. Call 'em; let me see 'em.

Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten

4.1.641599Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten

4.1.651600From the murderer's gibbet, throw

4.1.661601Into the flame.

Into the flame. Come high or low,

4.1.671603Thyself and office deftly show.

Tell me, thou unknown power--

Tell me, thou unknown power-- He knows thy thought;

4.1.691607Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth, 1609beware Macduff,

4.1.711610Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;

4.1.731613Thou hast harped my fear aright. But one word more--

He will not be commanded. Here's another

4.1.751615More potent than the first.

Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.

Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

Be bloody, bold and resolute; 1620laugh to scorn

4.1.791621The power of man, for none of woman born

4.1.801622Shall harm Macbeth.

Then live, Macduff, what need I fear of thee?

4.1.821624But yet I'll make assurance double sure

4.1.831625And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live,

4.1.841626That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,

4.1.851627And sleep in spite of thunder.

4.1.861629What is this that rises like the issue of a king

4.1.871630And wears upon his baby-brow the round

4.1.881631And top of sovereignty?

And top of sovereignty? Listen, but speak not to't.

Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care

1634Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:

4.1.891635Macbeth shall never vanquished be until

4.1.901636Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill

4.1.911637Shall come against him.

Shall come against him. That will never be.

4.1.921639Who can impress the forest, bid the tree

4.1.931640Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good!

4.1.941641Rebellious dead, rise never till the Wood

4.1.951642Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth

4.1.961643Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath

4.1.971644To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart

4.1.981645Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art

4.1.991646Can tell so much, shall Banquo's issue ever

4.1.1001647Reign in this kingdom?

Reign in this kingdom? Seek to know no more.

I will be satisfied. Deny me this,

4.1.1021650And an eternal curse fall on you. Let me know.

4.1.1031651Why sinks that cauldron? And what noise is this?

Show.

Show.

Show.

Show his eyes and grieve his heart,

4.1.1071656Come like shadows, so depart.

Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo--down!

4.1.1091660Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs and thy hair,

4.1.1101661Thou other gold-bound-brow, is like the first;

4.1.1111662A third is like the former. Filthy hags,

4.1.1121663Why do you show me this? A fourth? Start, eyes!

4.1.1131664What, will the line stretch out to th'crack of doom?

4.1.1141665Another yet? A seventh? I'll see no more,

4.1.1151666And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass

4.1.1161667Which shows me many more. And some I see

4.1.1171668That twofold balls and treble scepters carry.

4.1.1181669Horrible sight! Now I see 'tis true,

4.1.1191670For the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me

4.1.1201671And points at them for his. What, is this so?

Ay, sir, all this is so. But why

4.1.1221673Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?

4.1.1231674Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites

4.1.1241675And show the best of our delights.

4.1.1251676I'll charm the air to give a sound

4.1.1261677While you perform your antic round

4.1.1271678That this great king may kindly say,

4.1.1281679Our duties did his welcome pay.

Where are they? Gone? 1682Let this pernicious hour

4.1.1301683Stand aye accursèd in the calendar.

4.1.1311684Come in, without there.

Come in, without there. What's your grace's will?

Saw you the weird sisters?

Saw you the weird sisters? No, my lord.

Came they not by you?

Came they not by you? No indeed, my lord.

Infected be the air whereon they ride

4.1.1351691And damned all those that trust them. I did hear

4.1.1361692The galloping of horse. Who was't came by?

'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word

4.1.1381694Macduff is fled to England.

Macduff is fled to England. Fled to England?

Ay, my good lord.

[Aside] Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits;

4.1.1411698The flighty purpose never is o'ertook

4.1.1421699Unless the deed go with it. From this moment,

4.1.1431700The very firstlings of my heart shall be

4.1.1441701The firstlings of my hand. And even now

4.1.1451702To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:

4.1.1461703The castle of Macduff I will surprise;

4.1.1471704Seize upon Fife; give to th'edge o'th' sword

4.1.1481705His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls

4.1.1491706That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool,

4.1.1501707This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.

4.1.1511708But no more sights! --Where are these gentlemen?

4.1.1521709Come, bring me where they are.

What had he done to make him fly the land?

You must have patience, madam.

You must have patience, madam. He had none;

4.2.31715His flight was madness. When our actions do not,

4.2.41716Our fears do make us traitors.

Our fears do make us traitors. You know not

4.2.51718Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.

Wisdom? To leave his wife, to leave his babes,

4.2.71720His mansion, and his titles, in a place

4.2.81721From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;

4.2.91722He wants the natural touch. For the poor wren,

4.2.101723The most diminutive of birds, will fight,

4.2.111724Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

4.2.121725All is the fear and nothing is the love;

4.2.131726As little is the wisdom where the flight

4.2.141727So runs against all reason.

So runs against all reason. My dearest coz,

4.2.151729I pray you school yourself. But for your husband,

4.2.161730He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows

4.2.171731The fits o'th' season. I dare not speak much further,

4.2.181732But cruel are the times when we are traitors

4.2.191733And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor

4.2.201734From what we fear yet know not what we fear,

4.2.211735But float upon a wild and violent sea

4.2.221736Each way and none. I take my leave of you;

4.2.231737Shall not be long but I'll be here again.

4.2.241738Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward

4.2.251739To what they were before. [To Son] My pretty cousin,

4.2.261740Blessing upon you.

Fathered he is, 1742and yet he's fatherless.

I am so much a fool, should I stay longer

4.2.291744It would be my disgrace and your discomfort.

4.2.301745I take my leave at once.

I take my leave at once. Sirrah, your father's dead,

4.2.311747And what will you do now? How will you live?

As birds do, mother.

As birds do, mother. What, with worms and flies?

With what I get, I mean, and so do they.

Poor bird, 1752thou'dst never fear the net nor lime,

4.2.351753The pitfall, nor the gin.

The pitfall, nor the gin. Why should I, mother?

4.2.361755Poor birds they are not set for. 1756My father is not dead for all your saying.

Yes, he is dead. 1758How wilt thou do for a father?

Nay, how will you do for a husband?

Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.

Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Thou speak'st with all thy wit, 1763and yet i'faith with wit enough for thee.

Was my father a traitor, mother?

Ay, that he was.

What is a traitor?

Why, one that swears and lies.

And be all traitors that do so?

Every one that does so is a traitor 1770and must be hanged.

And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?

Every one.

Who must hang them?

Why, the honest men.

Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there 1776are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men 1777and hang up them.

Now God help thee, poor monkey. 1779But how wilt thou do for a father?

If he were dead, you'd weep for him; if you 1781would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly 1782have a new father.

Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!

Bless you, fair dame. I am not to you known,

4.2.571786Though in your state of honor I am perfect;

4.2.581787I doubt some danger does approach you nearly.

4.2.591788If you will take a homely man's advice,

4.2.601789Be not found here. Hence with your little ones.

4.2.611790To fright you thus methinks I am too savage;

4.2.621791To do worse to you were fell cruelty,

4.2.631792Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you,

4.2.641793I dare abide no longer.

I dare abide no longer. Whither should I fly?

4.2.651795I have done no harm. But I remember now

4.2.661796I am in this earthly world where to do harm

4.2.671797Is often laudable, to do good sometime

4.2.681798Accounted dangerous folly. Why then, alas,

4.2.691799Do I put up that womanly defense

4.2.701800To say I have done no harm?

To say I have done no harm? What are these faces?

Where is your husband?

I hope in no place so unsanctified

4.2.731805Where such as thou mayst find him.

Where such as thou mayst find him. He's a traitor.

Thou liest, thou shag-haired villain!

Thou liest, thou shag-haired villain! What, you egg!

4.2.751809Young fry of treachery!

Young fry of treachery! He has killed me, mother.

4.2.761811Run away, I pray you.

Let us seek out some desolate shade and there

4.3.21815Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Weep our sad bosoms empty. Let us rather

4.3.31817Hold fast the mortal sword and, like good men,

4.3.41818Bestride our downfall birthdom. Each new morn

4.3.51819New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows

4.3.61820Strike heaven on the face that it resounds

4.3.71821As if it felt with Scotland and yelled out

4.3.81822Like syllable of dolor.

Like syllable of dolor. What I believe, I'll wail;

4.3.101824What know, believe; and what I can redress,

4.3.111825As I shall find the time to friend, I will.

4.3.121826What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.

4.3.131827This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,

4.3.141828Was once thought honest; you have loved him well--

4.3.151829He hath not touched you yet. I am young, but something

4.3.161830You may discern of him through me, and wisdom

4.3.171831To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb

4.3.181832T'appease an angry god.

I am not treacherous.

I am not treacherous. But Macbeth is.

4.3.201835A good and virtuous nature may recoil

4.3.211836In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon,

4.3.221837That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;

4.3.231838Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

4.3.241839Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,

4.3.251840Yet grace must still look so.

Yet grace must still look so. I have lost my hopes.

Perchance even there 1843where I did find my doubts.

4.3.271844Why in that rawness left you wife and child,

4.3.281845Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,

4.3.291846Without leave-taking? I pray you,

4.3.301847Let not my jealousies be your dishonors,

4.3.311848But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,

4.3.321849Whatever I shall think.

Whatever I shall think. Bleed, bleed poor country.

4.3.331851Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,

4.3.341852For goodness dare not check thee; wear thou thy wrongs,

4.3.351853The title is affeered. Fare thee well, lord,

4.3.361854I would not be the villain that thou think'st

4.3.371855For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp

4.3.381856And the rich East to boot.

And the rich East to boot. Be not offended.

4.3.391858I speak not as in absolute fear of you.

4.3.401859I think our country sinks beneath the yoke,

4.3.411860It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash

4.3.421861Is added to her wounds. I think withal

4.3.431862There would be hands uplifted in my right,

4.3.441863And here from gracious England have I offer

4.3.451864Of goodly thousands. But for all this,

4.3.461865When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head

4.3.471866Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country

4.3.481867Shall have more vices than it had before,

4.3.491868More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,

4.3.501869By him that shall succeed.

By him that shall succeed. What should he be?

It is myself I mean, in whom I know

4.3.521872All the particulars of vice so grafted

4.3.531873That when they shall be opened, black Macbeth

4.3.541874Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state

4.3.551875Esteem him as a lamb, being compared

4.3.561876With my confineless harms.

With my confineless harms. Not in the legions

4.3.571878Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned

4.3.581879In evils to top Macbeth.

In evils to top Macbeth. I grant him bloody,

4.3.591881Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,

4.3.601882Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin

4.3.611883That has a name. But there's no bottom, none,

4.3.621884In my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters,

4.3.631885Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up

4.3.641886The cistern of my lust, and my desire

4.3.651887All continent impediments would o'erbear

4.3.661888That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth

4.3.671889Than such an one to reign.

Than such an one to reign. Boundless intemperance

4.3.681891In nature is a tyranny. It hath been

4.3.691892Th'untimely emptying of the happy throne

4.3.701893And fall of many kings. But fear not yet

4.3.711894To take upon you what is yours: you may

4.3.721895Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty

4.3.731896And yet seem cold--the time you may so hoodwink.

4.3.741897We have willing dames enough. There cannot be

4.3.751898That vulture in you to devour so many

4.3.761899As will to greatness dedicate themselves,

4.3.771900Finding it so inclined.

Finding it so inclined. With this, there grows

4.3.781902In my most ill-composed affection such

4.3.791903A stanchless avarice that, were I king,

4.3.801904I should cut off the nobles for their lands,

4.3.811905Desire his jewels and this other's house,

4.3.821906And my more-having would be as a sauce

4.3.831907To make me hunger more that I should forge

4.3.841908Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,

4.3.851909Destroying them for wealth.

Destroying them for wealth. This avarice

4.3.861911Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root

4.3.871912Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been

4.3.881913The sword of our slain kings; yet do not fear,

4.3.891914Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will

4.3.901915Of your mere own. All these are portable,

4.3.911916With other graces weighed.

But I have none. The king-becoming graces--

4.3.931918As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,

4.3.941919Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,

4.3.951920Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude--

4.3.961921I have no relish of them, but abound

4.3.971922In the division of each several crime,

4.3.981923Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should

4.3.991924Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,

4.3.1001925Uproar the universal peace, confound

4.3.1011926All unity on earth.

All unity on earth. O Scotland, Scotland!

If such a one be fit to govern, speak.

4.3.1031929I am as I have spoken.

I am as I have spoken. Fit to govern?

4.3.104No, not to live. O nation miserable!

4.3.1051931With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered,

4.3.1061932When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,

4.3.1071933Since that the truest issue of thy throne

4.3.1081934By his own interdiction stands accused

4.3.1091935And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father

4.3.1101936Was a most sainted king; the queen that bore thee,

4.3.1111937Oft'ner upon her knees than on her feet,

4.3.1121938Died every day she lived. Fare thee well,

4.3.1131939These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself

4.3.1141940Hath banished me from Scotland. O my breast,

4.3.1151941Thy hope ends here.

Thy hope ends here. Macduff, this noble passion,

4.3.1161943Child of integrity, hath from my soul

4.3.1171944Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts

4.3.1181945To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth,

4.3.1191946By many of these trains, hath sought to win me

4.3.1201947Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me

4.3.1211948From over-credulous haste. But God above

4.3.1221949Deal between thee and me, for even now

4.3.1231950I put myself to thy direction and

4.3.1241951Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure

4.3.1251952The taints and blames I laid upon myself

4.3.1261953For strangers to my nature. I am yet

4.3.1271954Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,

4.3.1281955Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,

4.3.1291956At no time broke my faith, would not betray

4.3.1301957The devil to his fellow, and delight

4.3.1311958No less in truth than life. My first false speaking

4.3.1321959Was this upon myself. What I am truly

4.3.1331960Is thine and my poor country's to command,

4.3.1341961Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,

4.3.1351962Old Siward with ten thousand warlike men

4.3.1361963Already at a point was setting forth.

4.3.1371964Now we'll together and the chance of goodness

4.3.1381965Be like our warranted quarrel. Why are you silent?

Such welcome and unwelcome things at once,

4.3.1401967'Tis hard to reconcile.

'Tis hard to reconcile. Well, more anon.

4.3.141Comes the King forth, 1970I pray you?

Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls

4.3.1431972That stay his cure; their malady convinces

4.3.1441973The great assay of art, but at his touch,

4.3.1451974Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand,

Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, 1975They presently amend.

Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, They presently amend. I thank you, doctor.

What's the disease he means?

What's the disease he means? 'Tis called the evil.

4.3.1471979A most miraculous work in this good King,

4.3.1481980Which often since my here-remain in England

4.3.1491981I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven

4.3.1501982Himself best knows, but strangely visited people,

4.3.1511983All swollen and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,

4.3.1521984The mere despair of surgery, he cures,

4.3.1531985Hanging a golden stamp about their necks

4.3.1541986Put on with holy prayers, and 'tis spoken

4.3.1551987To the succeeding royalty he leaves

4.3.1561988The healing benediction. With this strange virtue

4.3.1571989He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,

4.3.1581990And sundry blessings hang about his throne

4.3.1591991That speak him full of grace.

That speak him full of grace. See who comes here.

My countryman, but yet I know him not.

My ever gentle cousin, welcome hither.

I know him now. Good God betimes remove

4.3.1631997The means that makes us strangers.

The means that makes us strangers. Sir, amen.

Stands Scotland where it did?

Stands Scotland where it did? Alas, poor country,

4.3.1652001Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot

4.3.1662002Be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing

4.3.1672003But who knows nothing is once seen to smile;

4.3.1682004Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air

4.3.1692005Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems

4.3.1702006A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell

4.3.1712007Is there scarce asked for who, and good men's lives

4.3.1722008Expire before the flowers in their caps,

4.3.1732009Dying or e'er they sicken.

Dying or e'er they sicken. Oh, relation

4.3.174Too nice and yet too true.

Too nice and yet too true. What's the newest grief?

That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker,

4.3.1762013Each minute teems a new one.

Each minute teems a new one. How does my wife?

Why, well.

Why, well. And all my children?

Why, well. And all my children? Well, too.

The tyrant has not battered at their peace?

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

Be not a niggard of your speech--how goes't?

When I came hither to transport the tidings

4.3.1822022Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor

4.3.1832023Of many worthy fellows that were out,

4.3.1842024Which was to my belief witnessed the rather,

4.3.1852025For that I saw the tyrant's power afoot.

4.3.1862026Now is the time of help. [To Malcolm] Your eye in Scotland

4.3.1872027Would create soldiers, make our women fight

4.3.1882028To doff their dire distresses.

To doff their dire distresses. Be't their comfort

4.3.1892030We are coming thither: gracious England hath

4.3.1902031Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men--

4.3.1912032An older and a better soldier none

4.3.1922033That Christendom gives out.

That Christendom gives out. Would I could answer

4.3.1932035This comfort with the like. But I have words

4.3.1942036That would be howled out in the desert air

4.3.1952037Where hearing should not latch them.

Where hearing should not latch them. What concern they--

4.3.1962039The general cause, or is it a fee-grief

4.3.1972040Due to some single breast?

Due to some single breast? No mind that's honest

4.3.1982042But in it shares some woe, though the main part

4.3.1992043Pertains to you alone.

Pertains to you alone. If it be mine

4.3.2002045Keep it not from me; quickly let me have it.

Let not your ears despise my tongue forever

4.3.2022047Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound

4.3.2032048That ever yet they heard.

That ever yet they heard. H'm, I guess at it.

Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes

4.3.2052051Savagely slaughtered. To relate the manner

4.3.2062052Were on the quarry of these murdered deer

4.3.2072053To add the death of you.

To add the death of you. Merciful heaven!

4.3.2082055What, man, ne'er pull your hat upon your brows:

4.3.2092056Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak

4.3.2102057Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

My children too?

My children too? Wife, children, servants, all

4.3.212That could be found.

That could be found. And I must be from thence!

4.3.213My wife killed too?

My wife killed too? I have said.

My wife killed too? I have said. Be comforted.

4.3.2142063Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge

4.3.2152064To cure this deadly grief.

He has no children. All my pretty ones?

4.3.2172066Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?

4.3.2182067What, all my pretty chickens and their dam

4.3.2192068At one fell swoop?

Dispute it like a man.

Dispute it like a man. I shall do so,

4.3.2212071But I must also feel it as a man.

4.3.2222072I cannot but remember such things were

4.3.2232073That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on

4.3.2242074And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,

4.3.2252075They were all struck for thee. Naught that I am,

4.3.2262076Not for their own demerits but for mine,

4.3.2272077Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now.

Be this the whetstone of your sword; let grief

4.3.2292079Convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it.

Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyes

4.3.2312081And braggart with my tongue. But gentle heavens,

4.3.2322082Cut short all intermission. Front to front

4.3.2332083Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself--

4.3.2342084Within my sword's length set him. If he 'scape,

4.3.2352085Heaven forgive him too.

Heaven forgive him too. This tune goes manly.

4.3.2362087Come, go we to the King; our power is ready,

4.3.2372088Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth

4.3.2382089Is ripe for shaking and the powers above

4.3.2392090Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may,

4.3.2402091The night is long that never finds the day.

I have two nights watched with you, but can 2096perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last 2097walked?

Since his majesty went into the field, I have 2099seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown up2100on her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, 2101write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again re2102turn to bed, yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

A great perturbation in nature to receive at 2104once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching. 2105In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other 2106actual performances, what at any time have you heard 2107her say?

That, sir, which I will not report after her.

You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should.

Neither to you nor anyone, having no witness 2111to confirm my speech.

5.1.72112Lo you, here she comes. This is her very guise and, up2113on my life, fast asleep. Observe her, stand close.

How came she by that light?

Why, it stood by her--she has light by her con2116tinually, 'tis her command.

You see her eyes are open.

Ay, but their sense are shut.

What is it she does now? 2120Look how she rubs her hands.

It is an accustomed action with her to seem 2122thus washing her hands. I have known her continue in 2123this a quarter of an hour.

Yet here's a spot.

Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes 2126from her to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

Out, damned spot! Out, I say. One, two, why 2128then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, 2129a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows 2130it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who 2131would have thought the old man to have had so much 2132blood in him?

Do you mark that?

The Thane of Fife had a wife, where is she now? 2135What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o'that, 2136my lord, no more o'that. You mar all with this star2137ting.

Go to, go to. 2139You have known what you should not.

She has spoke what she should not, I am sure 2141of that. Heaven knows what she has known.

Here's the smell of the blood still: all the per2143fumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. 2144Oh, oh, oh.

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

I would not have such a heart in my bosom 2147for the dignity of the whole body.

Well, well, well.

Pray God it be, sir.

This disease is beyond my practice, yet I have 2151known those which have walked in their sleep who have 2152died holily in their beds.

Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, 2154look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried, 2155he cannot come out on's grave.

Even so?

To bed, to bed, there's knocking at the gate. 2158Come, come, come, come, give me your hand--what's 2159done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.

Will she go now to bed?

Directly.

Foul whisp'rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds

5.1.332164Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds

5.1.342165To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

5.1.352166More needs she the divine than the physician.

5.1.362167God, God forgive us all. Look after her;

5.1.372168Remove from her the means of all annoyance

5.1.382169And still keep eyes upon her. So, goodnight,

5.1.392170My mind she has mated and amazed my sight.

5.1.402171I think, but dare not speak.

I think, but dare not speak. Good night, good doctor.

The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,

5.2.22177His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.

5.2.32178Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes

5.2.42179Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm

5.2.52180Excite the mortified man.

Excite the mortified man. Near Birnam Wood

5.2.62182Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file

5.2.92185Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son

5.2.102186And many unrough youths that even now

5.2.112187Protest their first of manhood.

Protest their first of manhood. What does the tyrant?

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

5.2.132190Some say he's mad, others that lesser hate him

5.2.142191Do call it valiant fury, but for certain

5.2.152192He cannot buckle his distempered cause

5.2.162193Within the belt of rule.

Within the belt of rule. Now does he feel

5.2.172195His secret murders sticking on his hands;

5.2.182196Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;

5.2.192197Those he commands move only in command,

5.2.202198Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title

5.2.212199Hang loose about him like a giant's robe

5.2.222200Upon a dwarfish thief.

Upon a dwarfish thief. Who then shall blame

5.2.232202His pestered senses to recoil and start,

5.2.242203When all that is within him does condemn

5.2.252204Itself for being there?

Itself for being there? Well, march we on

5.2.262206To give obedience where 'tis truly owed;

5.2.272207Meet we the med'cine of the sickly weal

5.2.282208And with him pour we in our country's purge,

5.2.292209Each drop of us.

Each drop of us. Or so much as it needs

5.2.302211To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.

5.2.312212Make we our march towards Birnam.

Bring me no more reports, let them fly all.

5.3.22216Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane,

5.3.32217I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?

5.3.42218Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know

5.3.52219All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:

5.3.62220"Fear not, Macbeth, no man that's born of woman

5.3.72221Shall e'er have power upon thee." Then fly false thanes

5.3.82222And mingle with the English epicures.

5.3.92223The mind I sway by and the heart I bear