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 DUNCAN	king of Scotland.
 	|  his sons.
 	|  generals of the king's army.
 	|  noblemen of Scotland.
 FLEANCE	son to Banquo.
 SIWARD	Earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces.
 YOUNG SIWARD	his son.
 SEYTON	an officer attending on Macbeth.
 	Boy, son to Macduff. (Son:)
 	An English Doctor. (Doctor:)
 	A Scotch Doctor. (Doctor:)
 	A Soldier.
 	A Porter.
 	An Old Man
 	Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. (Gentlewoman:)
 	Three Witches.
 	(First Witch:)
 	(Second Witch:)
 	(Third Witch:)
 	(First Apparition:)
 	(Second Apparition:)
 	(Third Apparition:)
 	Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,
 	Attendants, and Messengers. (Lord:)
 	(First Murderer:)
 	(Second Murderer:)
 	(Third Murderer:)
 SCENE	Scotland: England.
 SCENE I	A desert place.
 	[Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches]
 First Witch	When shall we three meet again
 	In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
 Second Witch	When the hurlyburly's done,
 	When the battle's lost and won.
 Third Witch	That will be ere the set of sun.
 First Witch	Where the place?
 Second Witch	                  Upon the heath.
 Third Witch	There to meet with Macbeth.
 First Witch	I come, Graymalkin!
 Second Witch	Paddock calls.
 Third Witch	Anon.
 ALL	Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
 	Hover through the fog and filthy air.
 SCENE II	A camp near Forres.
 	[Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,
 	LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant]
 DUNCAN	What bloody man is that? He can report,
 	As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
 	The newest state.
 MALCOLM	                  This is the sergeant
 	Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
 	'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
 	Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
 	As thou didst leave it.
 Sergeant	Doubtful it stood;
 	As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
 	And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald--
 	Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
 	The multiplying villanies of nature
 	Do swarm upon him--from the western isles
 	Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
 	And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
 	Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
 	For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--
 	Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
 	Which smoked with bloody execution,
 	Like valour's minion carved out his passage
 	Till he faced the slave;
 	Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
 	Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
 	And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
 DUNCAN	O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
 Sergeant	As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
 	Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
 	So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
 	Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
 	No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
 	Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
 	But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
 	With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
 	Began a fresh assault.
 DUNCAN	Dismay'd not this
 	Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
 Sergeant	Yes;
 	As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
 	If I say sooth, I must report they were
 	As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they
 	Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
 	Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
 	Or memorise another Golgotha,
 	I cannot tell.
 	But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
 DUNCAN	So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
 	They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
 	[Exit Sergeant, attended]
 	Who comes here?
 	[Enter ROSS]
 MALCOLM	                  The worthy thane of Ross.
 LENNOX	What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
 	That seems to speak things strange.
 ROSS	God save the king!
 DUNCAN	Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
 ROSS	From Fife, great king;
 	Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
 	And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
 	With terrible numbers,
 	Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
 	The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
 	Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
 	Confronted him with self-comparisons,
 	Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.
 	Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
 	The victory fell on us.
 DUNCAN	Great happiness!
 ROSS	That now
 	Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
 	Nor would we deign him burial of his men
 	Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
 	Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
 DUNCAN	No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
 	Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
 	And with his former title greet Macbeth.
 ROSS	I'll see it done.
 DUNCAN	What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
 SCENE III	A heath near Forres.
 	[Thunder. Enter the three Witches]
 First Witch	Where hast thou been, sister?
 Second Witch	Killing swine.
 Third Witch	Sister, where thou?
 First Witch	A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
 	And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:--
 	'Give me,' quoth I:
 	'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.
 	Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
 	But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
 	And, like a rat without a tail,
 	I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
 Second Witch	I'll give thee a wind.
 First Witch	Thou'rt kind.
 Third Witch	And I another.
 First Witch	I myself have all the other,
 	And the very ports they blow,
 	All the quarters that they know
 	I' the shipman's card.
 	I will drain him dry as hay:
 	Sleep shall neither night nor day
 	Hang upon his pent-house lid;
 	He shall live a man forbid:
 	Weary se'nnights nine times nine
 	Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
 	Though his bark cannot be lost,
 	Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
 	Look what I have.
 Second Witch	Show me, show me.
 First Witch	Here I have a pilot's thumb,
 	Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
 	[Drum within]
 Third Witch	A drum, a drum!
 	Macbeth doth come.
 ALL	The weird sisters, hand in hand,
 	Posters of the sea and land,
 	Thus do go about, about:
 	Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
 	And thrice again, to make up nine.
 	Peace! the charm's wound up.
 	[Enter MACBETH and BANQUO]
 MACBETH	So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
 BANQUO	How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
 	So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
 	That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
 	And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
 	That man may question? You seem to understand me,
 	By each at once her chappy finger laying
 	Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
 	And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
 	That you are so.
 MACBETH	                  Speak, if you can: what are you?
 First Witch	All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
 Second Witch	All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
 Third Witch	All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
 BANQUO	Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
 	Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,
 	Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
 	Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
 	You greet with present grace and great prediction
 	Of noble having and of royal hope,
 	That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.
 	If you can look into the seeds of time,
 	And say which grain will grow and which will not,
 	Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
 	Your favours nor your hate.
 First Witch	Hail!
 Second Witch	Hail!
 Third Witch	Hail!
 First Witch	Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
 Second Witch	Not so happy, yet much happier.
 Third Witch	Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
 	So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
 First Witch	Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
 MACBETH	Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
 	By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;
 	But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
 	A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
 	Stands not within the prospect of belief,
 	No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
 	You owe this strange intelligence? or why
 	Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
 	With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.
 	[Witches vanish]
 BANQUO	The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
 	And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?
 MACBETH	Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
 	As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!
 BANQUO	Were such things here as we do speak about?
 	Or have we eaten on the insane root
 	That takes the reason prisoner?
 MACBETH	Your children shall be kings.
 BANQUO	You shall be king.
 MACBETH	And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
 BANQUO	To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?
 	[Enter ROSS and ANGUS]
 ROSS	The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
 	The news of thy success; and when he reads
 	Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
 	His wonders and his praises do contend
 	Which should be thine or his: silenced with that,
 	In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
 	He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
 	Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
 	Strange images of death. As thick as hail
 	Came post with post; and every one did bear
 	Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
 	And pour'd them down before him.
 ANGUS	We are sent
 	To give thee from our royal master thanks;
 	Only to herald thee into his sight,
 	Not pay thee.
 ROSS	And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
 	He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
 	In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
 	For it is thine.
 BANQUO	                  What, can the devil speak true?
 MACBETH	The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
 	In borrow'd robes?
 ANGUS	                  Who was the thane lives yet;
 	But under heavy judgment bears that life
 	Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined
 	With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
 	With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
 	He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
 	But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
 	Have overthrown him.
 MACBETH	[Aside]  Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
 	The greatest is behind.
 	[To ROSS and ANGUS]
 		  Thanks for your pains.
 	Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
 	When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
 	Promised no less to them?
 BANQUO	That trusted home
 	Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
 	Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
 	And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
 	The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
 	Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
 	In deepest consequence.
 	Cousins, a word, I pray you.
 MACBETH	[Aside]	Two truths are told,
 	As happy prologues to the swelling act
 	Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.
 	[Aside]  This supernatural soliciting
 	Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
 	Why hath it given me earnest of success,
 	Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
 	If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
 	Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
 	And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
 	Against the use of nature? Present fears
 	Are less than horrible imaginings:
 	My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
 	Shakes so my single state of man that function
 	Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
 	But what is not.
 BANQUO	                  Look, how our partner's rapt.
 MACBETH	[Aside]  If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
 	Without my stir.
 BANQUO	                  New horrors come upon him,
 	Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
 	But with the aid of use.
 MACBETH	[Aside]                Come what come may,
 	Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
 BANQUO	Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
 MACBETH	Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
 	With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
 	Are register'd where every day I turn
 	The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.
 	Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,
 	The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
 	Our free hearts each to other.
 BANQUO	Very gladly.
 MACBETH	Till then, enough. Come, friends.
 SCENE IV	Forres. The palace.
 	and Attendants]
 DUNCAN	Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
 	Those in commission yet return'd?
 MALCOLM	My liege,
 	They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
 	With one that saw him die: who did report
 	That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
 	Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
 	A deep repentance: nothing in his life
 	Became him like the leaving it; he died
 	As one that had been studied in his death
 	To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
 	As 'twere a careless trifle.
 DUNCAN	There's no art
 	To find the mind's construction in the face:
 	He was a gentleman on whom I built
 	An absolute trust.
 	O worthiest cousin!
 	The sin of my ingratitude even now
 	Was heavy on me: thou art so far before
 	That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
 	To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
 	That the proportion both of thanks and payment
 	Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
 	More is thy due than more than all can pay.
 MACBETH	The service and the loyalty I owe,
 	In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
 	Is to receive our duties; and our duties
 	Are to your throne and state children and servants,
 	Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
 	Safe toward your love and honour.
 DUNCAN	Welcome hither:
 	I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
 	To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
 	That hast no less deserved, nor must be known
 	No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
 	And hold thee to my heart.
 BANQUO	There if I grow,
 	The harvest is your own.
 DUNCAN	My plenteous joys,
 	Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
 	In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
 	And you whose places are the nearest, know
 	We will establish our estate upon
 	Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
 	The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must
 	Not unaccompanied invest him only,
 	But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
 	On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,
 	And bind us further to you.
 MACBETH	The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
 	I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
 	The hearing of my wife with your approach;
 	So humbly take my leave.
 DUNCAN	My worthy Cawdor!
 MACBETH	[Aside]  The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
 	On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
 	For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
 	Let not light see my black and deep desires:
 	The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,
 	Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
 DUNCAN	True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
 	And in his commendations I am fed;
 	It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,
 	Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
 	It is a peerless kinsman.
 	[Flourish. Exeunt]
 SCENE V	Inverness. Macbeth's castle.
 	[Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter]
 LADY MACBETH	'They met me in the day of success: and I have
 	learned by the perfectest report, they have more in
 	them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire
 	to question them further, they made themselves air,
 	into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in
 	the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who
 	all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title,
 	before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred
 	me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that
 	shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver
 	thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
 	mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being
 	ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it
 	to thy heart, and farewell.'
 	Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
 	What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;
 	It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
 	To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
 	Art not without ambition, but without
 	The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,
 	That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
 	And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,
 	That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
 	And that which rather thou dost fear to do
 	Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,
 	That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
 	And chastise with the valour of my tongue
 	All that impedes thee from the golden round,
 	Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
 	To have thee crown'd withal.
 	[Enter a Messenger]
 		       What is your tidings?
 Messenger	The king comes here to-night.
 LADY MACBETH	Thou'rt mad to say it:
 	Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
 	Would have inform'd for preparation.
 Messenger	So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:
 	One of my fellows had the speed of him,
 	Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
 	Than would make up his message.
 LADY MACBETH	Give him tending;
 	He brings great news.
 	[Exit Messenger]
 		The raven himself is hoarse
 	That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
 	Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
 	That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
 	And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
 	Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
 	Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
 	That no compunctious visitings of nature
 	Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
 	The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
 	And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
 	Wherever in your sightless substances
 	You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
 	And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
 	That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
 	Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
 	To cry 'Hold, hold!'
 	[Enter MACBETH]
 		Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
 	Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
 	Thy letters have transported me beyond
 	This ignorant present, and I feel now
 	The future in the instant.
 MACBETH	My dearest love,
 	Duncan comes here to-night.
 LADY MACBETH	And when goes hence?
 MACBETH	To-morrow, as he purposes.
 	Shall sun that morrow see!
 	Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
 	May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
 	Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
 	Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
 	But be the serpent under't. He that's coming
 	Must be provided for: and you shall put
 	This night's great business into my dispatch;
 	Which shall to all our nights and days to come
 	Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
 MACBETH	We will speak further.
 LADY MACBETH	Only look up clear;
 	To alter favour ever is to fear:
 	Leave all the rest to me.
 SCENE VI	Before Macbeth's castle.
 	[Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM,
 	and Attendants]
 DUNCAN	This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
 	Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
 	Unto our gentle senses.
 BANQUO	This guest of summer,
 	The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
 	By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath
 	Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
 	Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
 	Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
 	Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
 	The air is delicate.
 DUNCAN	See, see, our honour'd hostess!
 	The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
 	Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
 	How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,
 	And thank us for your trouble.
 LADY MACBETH	All our service
 	In every point twice done and then done double
 	Were poor and single business to contend
 	Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
 	Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,
 	And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
 	We rest your hermits.
 DUNCAN	Where's the thane of Cawdor?
 	We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
 	To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
 	And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
 	To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
 	We are your guest to-night.
 LADY MACBETH	Your servants ever
 	Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt,
 	To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
 	Still to return your own.
 DUNCAN	Give me your hand;
 	Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
 	And shall continue our graces towards him.
 	By your leave, hostess.
 SCENE VII	Macbeth's castle.
 	[Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers
 	Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the
 	stage. Then enter MACBETH]
 MACBETH	If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
 	It were done quickly: if the assassination
 	Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
 	With his surcease success; that but this blow
 	Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
 	But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
 	We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
 	We still have judgment here; that we but teach
 	Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
 	To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
 	Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
 	To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
 	First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
 	Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
 	Who should against his murderer shut the door,
 	Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
 	Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
 	So clear in his great office, that his virtues
 	Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
 	The deep damnation of his taking-off;
 	And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
 	Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
 	Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
 	Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
 	That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
 	To prick the sides of my intent, but only
 	Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
 	And falls on the other.
 		  How now! what news?
 LADY MACBETH	He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
 MACBETH	Hath he ask'd for me?
 LADY MACBETH	Know you not he has?
 MACBETH	We will proceed no further in this business:
 	He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
 	Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
 	Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
 	Not cast aside so soon.
 LADY MACBETH	Was the hope drunk
 	Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
 	And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
 	At what it did so freely? From this time
 	Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
 	To be the same in thine own act and valour
 	As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
 	Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
 	And live a coward in thine own esteem,
 	Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
 	Like the poor cat i' the adage?
 MACBETH	Prithee, peace:
 	I dare do all that may become a man;
 	Who dares do more is none.
 LADY MACBETH	What beast was't, then,
 	That made you break this enterprise to me?
 	When you durst do it, then you were a man;
 	And, to be more than what you were, you would
 	Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
 	Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
 	They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
 	Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
 	How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
 	I would, while it was smiling in my face,
 	Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
 	And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
 	Have done to this.
 MACBETH	                  If we should fail?
 	But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
 	And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep--
 	Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
 	Soundly invite him--his two chamberlains
 	Will I with wine and wassail so convince
 	That memory, the warder of the brain,
 	Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
 	A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep
 	Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
 	What cannot you and I perform upon
 	The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
 	His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
 	Of our great quell?
 MACBETH	Bring forth men-children only;
 	For thy undaunted mettle should compose
 	Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
 	When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
 	Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
 	That they have done't?
 LADY MACBETH	Who dares receive it other,
 	As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
 	Upon his death?
 MACBETH	                  I am settled, and bend up
 	Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
 	Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
 	False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
 SCENE I	Court of Macbeth's castle.
 	[Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him]
 BANQUO	How goes the night, boy?
 FLEANCE	The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
 BANQUO	And she goes down at twelve.
 FLEANCE	I take't, 'tis later, sir.
 BANQUO	Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven;
 	Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.
 	A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
 	And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers,
 	Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature
 	Gives way to in repose!
 	[Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch]
 		  Give me my sword.
 	Who's there?
 MACBETH	A friend.
 BANQUO	What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
 	He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
 	Sent forth great largess to your offices.
 	This diamond he greets your wife withal,
 	By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
 	In measureless content.
 MACBETH	Being unprepared,
 	Our will became the servant to defect;
 	Which else should free have wrought.
 BANQUO	All's well.
 	I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
 	To you they have show'd some truth.
 MACBETH	I think not of them:
 	Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
 	We would spend it in some words upon that business,
 	If you would grant the time.
 BANQUO	At your kind'st leisure.
 MACBETH	If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
 	It shall make honour for you.
 BANQUO	So I lose none
 	In seeking to augment it, but still keep
 	My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,
 	I shall be counsell'd.
 MACBETH	Good repose the while!
 BANQUO	Thanks, sir: the like to you!
 	[Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE]
 MACBETH	Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
 	She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
 	[Exit Servant]
 	Is this a dagger which I see before me,
 	The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
 	I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
 	Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
 	To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
 	A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
 	Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
 	I see thee yet, in form as palpable
 	As this which now I draw.
 	Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
 	And such an instrument I was to use.
 	Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
 	Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
 	And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
 	Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
 	It is the bloody business which informs
 	Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
 	Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
 	The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
 	Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
 	Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
 	Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
 	With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
 	Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
 	Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
 	Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
 	And take the present horror from the time,
 	Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
 	Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
 	[A bell rings]
 	I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
 	Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
 	That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
 SCENE II	The same.
 LADY MACBETH	That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
 	What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.
 	Hark! Peace!
 	It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
 	Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:
 	The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
 	Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd
 	their possets,
 	That death and nature do contend about them,
 	Whether they live or die.
 MACBETH	[Within]  Who's there? what, ho!
 LADY MACBETH	Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
 	And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed
 	Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
 	He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
 	My father as he slept, I had done't.
 	[Enter MACBETH]
 		                  My husband!
 MACBETH	I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
 LADY MACBETH	I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
 	Did not you speak?
 MACBETH	                  When?
 MACBETH	As I descended?
 	Who lies i' the second chamber?
 LADY MACBETH	Donalbain.
 MACBETH	This is a sorry sight.
 	[Looking on his hands]
 LADY MACBETH	A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
 MACBETH	There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried
 	That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them:
 	But they did say their prayers, and address'd them
 	Again to sleep.
 LADY MACBETH	                  There are two lodged together.
 MACBETH	One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other;
 	As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
 	Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,'
 	When they did say 'God bless us!'
 LADY MACBETH	Consider it not so deeply.
 MACBETH	But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
 	I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'
 	Stuck in my throat.
 LADY MACBETH	These deeds must not be thought
 	After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
 MACBETH	Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
 	Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
 	Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
 	The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
 	Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
 	Chief nourisher in life's feast,--
 LADY MACBETH	What do you mean?
 MACBETH	Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
 	'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
 	Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'
 LADY MACBETH	Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
 	You do unbend your noble strength, to think
 	So brainsickly of things. Go get some water,
 	And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
 	Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
 	They must lie there: go carry them; and smear
 	The sleepy grooms with blood.
 MACBETH	I'll go no more:
 	I am afraid to think what I have done;
 	Look on't again I dare not.
 LADY MACBETH	Infirm of purpose!
 	Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead
 	Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood
 	That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
 	I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal;
 	For it must seem their guilt.
 	[Exit. Knocking within]
 MACBETH	Whence is that knocking?
 	How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
 	What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
 	Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
 	Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
 	The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
 	Making the green one red.
 	[Re-enter LADY MACBETH]
 LADY MACBETH	My hands are of your colour; but I shame
 	To wear a heart so white.
 	[Knocking within]
 		    I hear a knocking
 	At the south entry: retire we to our chamber;
 	A little water clears us of this deed:
 	How easy is it, then! Your constancy
 	Hath left you unattended.
 	[Knocking within]
 		   Hark! more knocking.
 	Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
 	And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
 	So poorly in your thoughts.
 MACBETH	To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
 	[Knocking within]
 	Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
 SCENE III	The same.
 	[Knocking within. Enter a Porter]
 Porter	Here's a knocking indeed! If a
 	man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
 	old turning the key.
 	[Knocking within]
 	knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of
 	Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged
 	himself on the expectation of plenty: come in
 	time; have napkins enow about you; here
 	you'll sweat for't.
 	[Knocking within]
 	knock! Who's there, in the other devil's
 	name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could
 	swear in both the scales against either scale;
 	who committed treason enough for God's sake,
 	yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come
 	in, equivocator.
 	[Knocking within]
 	knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an
 	English tailor come hither, for stealing out of
 	a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may
 	roast your goose.
 	[Knocking within]
 	knock; never at quiet! What are you? But
 	this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter
 	it no further: I had thought to have let in
 	some of all professions that go the primrose
 	way to the everlasting bonfire.
 	[Knocking within]
 	Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.
 	[Opens the gate]
 	[Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX]
 MACDUFF	Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
 	That you do lie so late?
 Porter	'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
 	second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
 	provoker of three things.
 MACDUFF	What three things does drink especially provoke?
 Porter	Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and
 	urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;
 	it provokes the desire, but it takes
 	away the performance: therefore, much drink
 	may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:
 	it makes him, and it mars him; it sets
 	him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him,
 	and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and
 	not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him
 	in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
 MACDUFF	I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
 Porter	That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
 	me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I
 	think, being too strong for him, though he took
 	up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast
 MACDUFF	Is thy master stirring?
 	[Enter MACBETH]
 	Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.
 LENNOX	Good morrow, noble sir.
 MACBETH	Good morrow, both.
 MACDUFF	Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
 MACBETH	Not yet.
 MACDUFF	He did command me to call timely on him:
 	I have almost slipp'd the hour.
 MACBETH	I'll bring you to him.
 MACDUFF	I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
 	But yet 'tis one.
 MACBETH	The labour we delight in physics pain.
 	This is the door.
 MACDUFF	                  I'll make so bold to call,
 	For 'tis my limited service.
 LENNOX	Goes the king hence to-day?
 MACBETH	He does: he did appoint so.
 LENNOX	The night has been unruly: where we lay,
 	Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
 	Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death,
 	And prophesying with accents terrible
 	Of dire combustion and confused events
 	New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird
 	Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
 	Was feverous and did shake.
 MACBETH	'Twas a rough night.
 LENNOX	My young remembrance cannot parallel
 	A fellow to it.
 	[Re-enter MACDUFF]
 MACDUFF	O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
 	Cannot conceive nor name thee!
 	|	What's the matter.
 MACDUFF	Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
 	Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
 	The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
 	The life o' the building!
 MACBETH	What is 't you say? the life?
 LENNOX	Mean you his majesty?
 MACDUFF	Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
 	With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
 	See, and then speak yourselves.
 	[Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX]
 		          Awake, awake!
 	Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason!
 	Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
 	Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
 	And look on death itself! up, up, and see
 	The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo!
 	As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,
 	To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.
 	[Bell rings]
 LADY MACBETH	What's the business,
 	That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
 	The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!
 MACDUFF	O gentle lady,
 	'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
 	The repetition, in a woman's ear,
 	Would murder as it fell.
 	[Enter BANQUO]
 		   O Banquo, Banquo,
 	Our royal master 's murder'd!
 LADY MACBETH	Woe, alas!
 	What, in our house?
 BANQUO	Too cruel any where.
 	Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,
 	And say it is not so.
 	[Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS]
 MACBETH	Had I but died an hour before this chance,
 	I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,
 	There 's nothing serious in mortality:
 	All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
 	The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
 	Is left this vault to brag of.
 DONALBAIN	What is amiss?
 MACBETH	                  You are, and do not know't:
 	The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
 	Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
 MACDUFF	Your royal father 's murder'd.
 MALCOLM	O, by whom?
 LENNOX	Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't:
 	Their hands and faces were an badged with blood;
 	So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
 	Upon their pillows:
 	They stared, and were distracted; no man's life
 	Was to be trusted with them.
 MACBETH	O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
 	That I did kill them.
 MACDUFF	Wherefore did you so?
 MACBETH	Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
 	Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
 	The expedition my violent love
 	Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
 	His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
 	And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
 	For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
 	Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
 	Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain,
 	That had a heart to love, and in that heart
 	Courage to make 's love known?
 LADY MACBETH	Help me hence, ho!
 MACDUFF	Look to the lady.
 MALCOLM	[Aside to DONALBAIN]  Why do we hold our tongues,
 	That most may claim this argument for ours?
 DONALBAIN	[Aside to MALCOLM]  What should be spoken here,
 	where our fate,
 	Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
 	Let 's away;
 	Our tears are not yet brew'd.
 MALCOLM	[Aside to DONALBAIN]        Nor our strong sorrow
 	Upon the foot of motion.
 BANQUO	Look to the lady:
 	[LADY MACBETH is carried out]
 	And when we have our naked frailties hid,
 	That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
 	And question this most bloody piece of work,
 	To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:
 	In the great hand of God I stand; and thence
 	Against the undivulged pretence I fight
 	Of treasonous malice.
 MACDUFF	And so do I.
 ALL	So all.
 MACBETH	Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
 	And meet i' the hall together.
 ALL	Well contented.
 	[Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.
 MALCOLM	What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
 	To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
 	Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
 DONALBAIN	To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
 	Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
 	There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
 	The nearer bloody.
 MALCOLM	                  This murderous shaft that's shot
 	Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
 	Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
 	And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
 	But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
 	Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.
 SCENE IV	Outside Macbeth's castle.
 	[Enter ROSS and an old Man]
 Old Man	Threescore and ten I can remember well:
 	Within the volume of which time I have seen
 	Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
 	Hath trifled former knowings.
 ROSS	Ah, good father,
 	Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
 	Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
 	And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
 	Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
 	That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
 	When living light should kiss it?
 Old Man	'Tis unnatural,
 	Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
 	A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
 	Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
 ROSS	And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
 	Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
 	Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
 	Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
 	War with mankind.
 Old Man	'Tis said they eat each other.
 ROSS	They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
 	That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.
 	[Enter MACDUFF]
 	How goes the world, sir, now?
 MACDUFF	Why, see you not?
 ROSS	Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?
 MACDUFF	Those that Macbeth hath slain.
 ROSS	Alas, the day!
 	What good could they pretend?
 MACDUFF	They were suborn'd:
 	Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
 	Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
 	Suspicion of the deed.
 ROSS	'Gainst nature still!
 	Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
 	Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like
 	The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
 MACDUFF	He is already named, and gone to Scone
 	To be invested.
 ROSS	                  Where is Duncan's body?
 MACDUFF	Carried to Colmekill,
 	The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
 	And guardian of their bones.
 ROSS	Will you to Scone?
 MACDUFF	No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
 ROSS	Well, I will thither.
 MACDUFF	Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
 	Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
 ROSS	Farewell, father.
 Old Man	God's benison go with you; and with those
 	That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
 SCENE I	Forres. The palace.
 	[Enter BANQUO]
 BANQUO	Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
 	As the weird women promised, and, I fear,
 	Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said
 	It should not stand in thy posterity,
 	But that myself should be the root and father
 	Of many kings. If there come truth from them--
 	As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--
 	Why, by the verities on thee made good,
 	May they not be my oracles as well,
 	And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.
 	[Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY
 	MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and
 MACBETH	Here's our chief guest.
 LADY MACBETH	If he had been forgotten,
 	It had been as a gap in our great feast,
 	And all-thing unbecoming.
 MACBETH	To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
 	And I'll request your presence.
 BANQUO	Let your highness
 	Command upon me; to the which my duties
 	Are with a most indissoluble tie
 	For ever knit.
 MACBETH	                  Ride you this afternoon?
 BANQUO	Ay, my good lord.
 MACBETH	We should have else desired your good advice,
 	Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
 	In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
 	Is't far you ride?
 BANQUO	As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
 	'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
 	I must become a borrower of the night
 	For a dark hour or twain.
 MACBETH	Fail not our feast.
 BANQUO	My lord, I will not.
 MACBETH	We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
 	In England and in Ireland, not confessing
 	Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
 	With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,
 	When therewithal we shall have cause of state
 	Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
 	Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
 BANQUO	Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.
 MACBETH	I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
 	And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
 	[Exit BANQUO]
 	Let every man be master of his time
 	Till seven at night: to make society
 	The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
 	Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!
 	[Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant]
 	Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
 	Our pleasure?
 ATTENDANT	They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
 MACBETH	Bring them before us.
 	[Exit Attendant]
 		To be thus is nothing;
 	But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo
 	Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
 	Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;
 	And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
 	He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
 	To act in safety. There is none but he
 	Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
 	My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,
 	Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
 	When first they put the name of king upon me,
 	And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like
 	They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
 	Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
 	And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
 	Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
 	No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
 	For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;
 	For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
 	Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
 	Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
 	Given to the common enemy of man,
 	To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
 	Rather than so, come fate into the list.
 	And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!
 	[Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers]
 	Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
 	[Exit Attendant]
 	Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
 First Murderer	It was, so please your highness.
 MACBETH	Well then, now
 	Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
 	That it was he in the times past which held you
 	So under fortune, which you thought had been
 	Our innocent self: this I made good to you
 	In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,
 	How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,
 	the instruments,
 	Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
 	To half a soul and to a notion crazed
 	Say 'Thus did Banquo.'
 First Murderer	You made it known to us.
 MACBETH	I did so, and went further, which is now
 	Our point of second meeting. Do you find
 	Your patience so predominant in your nature
 	That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd
 	To pray for this good man and for his issue,
 	Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave
 	And beggar'd yours for ever?
 First Murderer	We are men, my liege.
 MACBETH	Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
 	As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
 	Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
 	All by the name of dogs: the valued file
 	Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
 	The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
 	According to the gift which bounteous nature
 	Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
 	Particular addition. from the bill
 	That writes them all alike: and so of men.
 	Now, if you have a station in the file,
 	Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;
 	And I will put that business in your bosoms,
 	Whose execution takes your enemy off,
 	Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
 	Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
 	Which in his death were perfect.
 Second Murderer	I am one, my liege,
 	Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
 	Have so incensed that I am reckless what
 	I do to spite the world.
 First Murderer	And I another
 	So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
 	That I would set my lie on any chance,
 	To mend it, or be rid on't.
 MACBETH	Both of you
 	Know Banquo was your enemy.
 Both Murderers	True, my lord.
 MACBETH	So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
 	That every minute of his being thrusts
 	Against my near'st of life: and though I could
 	With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
 	And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
 	For certain friends that are both his and mine,
 	Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
 	Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,
 	That I to your assistance do make love,
 	Masking the business from the common eye
 	For sundry weighty reasons.
 Second Murderer	We shall, my lord,
 	Perform what you command us.
 First Murderer	Though our lives--
 MACBETH	Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
 	I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
 	Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,
 	The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
 	And something from the palace; always thought
 	That I require a clearness: and with him--
 	To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--
 	Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
 	Whose absence is no less material to me
 	Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
 	Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
 	I'll come to you anon.
 Both Murderers	We are resolved, my lord.
 MACBETH	I'll call upon you straight: abide within.
 	[Exeunt Murderers]
 	It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
 	If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.
 SCENE II	The palace.
 	[Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant]
 LADY MACBETH	Is Banquo gone from court?
 Servant	Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.
 LADY MACBETH	Say to the king, I would attend his leisure
 	For a few words.
 Servant	                  Madam, I will.
 LADY MACBETH	Nought's had, all's spent,
 	Where our desire is got without content:
 	'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
 	Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
 	[Enter MACBETH]
 	How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
 	Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
 	Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
 	With them they think on? Things without all remedy
 	Should be without regard: what's done is done.
 MACBETH	We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:
 	She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
 	Remains in danger of her former tooth.
 	But let the frame of things disjoint, both the
 	worlds suffer,
 	Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep
 	In the affliction of these terrible dreams
 	That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
 	Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
 	Than on the torture of the mind to lie
 	In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
 	After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
 	Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
 	Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
 	Can touch him further.
 	Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
 	Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
 MACBETH	So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
 	Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
 	Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:
 	Unsafe the while, that we
 	Must lave our honours in these flattering streams,
 	And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
 	Disguising what they are.
 LADY MACBETH	You must leave this.
 MACBETH	O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
 	Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
 LADY MACBETH	But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
 MACBETH	There's comfort yet; they are assailable;
 	Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown
 	His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons
 	The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums
 	Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
 	A deed of dreadful note.
 LADY MACBETH	What's to be done?
 MACBETH	Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
 	Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
 	Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
 	And with thy bloody and invisible hand
 	Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
 	Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow
 	Makes wing to the rooky wood:
 	Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
 	While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
 	Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
 	Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
 	So, prithee, go with me.
 SCENE III	A park near the palace.
 	[Enter three Murderers]
 First Murderer	But who did bid thee join with us?
 Third Murderer	Macbeth.
 Second Murderer	He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
 	Our offices and what we have to do
 	To the direction just.
 First Murderer	Then stand with us.
 	The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
 	Now spurs the lated traveller apace
 	To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
 	The subject of our watch.
 Third Murderer	Hark! I hear horses.
 BANQUO	[Within]  Give us a light there, ho!
 Second Murderer	Then 'tis he: the rest
 	That are within the note of expectation
 	Already are i' the court.
 First Murderer	His horses go about.
 Third Murderer	Almost a mile: but he does usually,
 	So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
 	Make it their walk.
 Second Murderer	A light, a light!
 	[Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch]
 Third Murderer	'Tis he.
 First Murderer	Stand to't.
 BANQUO	It will be rain to-night.
 First Murderer	Let it come down.
 	[They set upon BANQUO]
 BANQUO	O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
 	Thou mayst revenge. O slave!
 	[Dies. FLEANCE escapes]
 Third Murderer	Who did strike out the light?
 First Murderer	Wast not the way?
 Third Murderer	There's but one down; the son is fled.
 Second Murderer	We have lost
 	Best half of our affair.
 First Murderer	Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
 SCENE IV	The same. Hall in the palace.
 	[A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH,
 	ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants]
 MACBETH	You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
 	And last the hearty welcome.
 Lords	Thanks to your majesty.
 MACBETH	Ourself will mingle with society,
 	And play the humble host.
 	Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
 	We will require her welcome.
 LADY MACBETH	Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
 	For my heart speaks they are welcome.
 	[First Murderer appears at the door]
 MACBETH	See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
 	Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:
 	Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
 	The table round.
 	[Approaching the door]
 	There's blood on thy face.
 First Murderer	'Tis Banquo's then.
 MACBETH	'Tis better thee without than he within.
 	Is he dispatch'd?
 First Murderer	My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
 MACBETH	Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good
 	That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
 	Thou art the nonpareil.
 First Murderer	Most royal sir,
 	Fleance is 'scaped.
 MACBETH	Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,
 	Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
 	As broad and general as the casing air:
 	But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
 	To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
 First Murderer	Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
 	With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
 	The least a death to nature.
 MACBETH	Thanks for that:
 	There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
 	Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
 	No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
 	We'll hear, ourselves, again.
 	[Exit Murderer]
 LADY MACBETH	My royal lord,
 	You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
 	That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,
 	'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;
 	From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
 	Meeting were bare without it.
 MACBETH	Sweet remembrancer!
 	Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
 	And health on both!
 LENNOX	May't please your highness sit.
 	[The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in
 	MACBETH's place]
 MACBETH	Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
 	Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
 	Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
 	Than pity for mischance!
 ROSS	His absence, sir,
 	Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
 	To grace us with your royal company.
 MACBETH	The table's full.
 LENNOX	                  Here is a place reserved, sir.
 LENNOX	Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?
 MACBETH	Which of you have done this?
 Lords	What, my good lord?
 MACBETH	Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
 	Thy gory locks at me.
 ROSS	Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
 LADY MACBETH	Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
 	And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;
 	The fit is momentary; upon a thought
 	He will again be well: if much you note him,
 	You shall offend him and extend his passion:
 	Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
 MACBETH	Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
 	Which might appal the devil.
 LADY MACBETH	O proper stuff!
 	This is the very painting of your fear:
 	This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
 	Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
 	Impostors to true fear, would well become
 	A woman's story at a winter's fire,
 	Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
 	Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
 	You look but on a stool.
 MACBETH	Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!
 	how say you?
 	Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
 	If charnel-houses and our graves must send
 	Those that we bury back, our monuments
 	Shall be the maws of kites.
 	[GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]
 LADY MACBETH	What, quite unmann'd in folly?
 MACBETH	If I stand here, I saw him.
 LADY MACBETH	Fie, for shame!
 MACBETH	Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
 	Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
 	Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
 	Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
 	That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
 	And there an end; but now they rise again,
 	With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
 	And push us from our stools: this is more strange
 	Than such a murder is.
 LADY MACBETH	My worthy lord,
 	Your noble friends do lack you.
 MACBETH	I do forget.
 	Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
 	I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
 	To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
 	Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.
 	I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,
 	And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
 	Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
 	And all to all.
 Lords	                  Our duties, and the pledge.
 	[Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO]
 MACBETH	Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
 	Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
 	Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
 	Which thou dost glare with!
 LADY MACBETH	Think of this, good peers,
 	But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
 	Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
 MACBETH	What man dare, I dare:
 	Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
 	The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
 	Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
 	Shall never tremble: or be alive again,
 	And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
 	If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
 	The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
 	Unreal mockery, hence!
 	[GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]
 		 Why, so: being gone,
 	I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
 LADY MACBETH	You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
 	With most admired disorder.
 MACBETH	Can such things be,
 	And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
 	Without our special wonder? You make me strange
 	Even to the disposition that I owe,
 	When now I think you can behold such sights,
 	And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
 	When mine is blanched with fear.
 ROSS	What sights, my lord?
 LADY MACBETH	I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
 	Question enrages him. At once, good night:
 	Stand not upon the order of your going,
 	But go at once.
 LENNOX	                  Good night; and better health
 	Attend his majesty!
 LADY MACBETH	A kind good night to all!
 	[Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH]
 MACBETH	It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:
 	Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
 	Augurs and understood relations have
 	By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
 	The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
 LADY MACBETH	Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
 MACBETH	How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
 	At our great bidding?
 LADY MACBETH	Did you send to him, sir?
 MACBETH	I hear it by the way; but I will send:
 	There's not a one of them but in his house
 	I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
 	And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:
 	More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
 	By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
 	All causes shall give way: I am in blood
 	Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
 	Returning were as tedious as go o'er:
 	Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
 	Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
 LADY MACBETH	You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
 MACBETH	Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
 	Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
 	We are yet but young in deed.
 SCENE V	A Heath.
 	[Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE]
 First Witch	Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.
 HECATE	Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
 	Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
 	To trade and traffic with Macbeth
 	In riddles and affairs of death;
 	And I, the mistress of your charms,
 	The close contriver of all harms,
 	Was never call'd to bear my part,
 	Or show the glory of our art?
 	And, which is worse, all you have done
 	Hath been but for a wayward son,
 	Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
 	Loves for his own ends, not for you.
 	But make amends now: get you gone,
 	And at the pit of Acheron
 	Meet me i' the morning: thither he
 	Will come to know his destiny:
 	Your vessels and your spells provide,
 	Your charms and every thing beside.
 	I am for the air; this night I'll spend
 	Unto a dismal and a fatal end:
 	Great business must be wrought ere noon:
 	Upon the corner of the moon
 	There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
 	I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
 	And that distill'd by magic sleights
 	Shall raise such artificial sprites
 	As by the strength of their illusion
 	Shall draw him on to his confusion:
 	He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
 	He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
 	And you all know, security
 	Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
 	[Music and a song within: 'Come away, come
 	away,' &c]
 	Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
 	Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
 First Witch	Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.
 SCENE VI	Forres. The palace.
 	[Enter LENNOX and another Lord]
 LENNOX	My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
 	Which can interpret further: only, I say,
 	Things have been strangely borne. The
 	gracious Duncan
 	Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:
 	And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
 	Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,
 	For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.
 	Who cannot want the thought how monstrous
 	It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
 	To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
 	How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight
 	In pious rage the two delinquents tear,
 	That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?
 	Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
 	For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive
 	To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,
 	He has borne all things well: and I do think
 	That had he Duncan's sons under his key--
 	As, an't please heaven, he shall not--they
 	should find
 	What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
 	But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd
 	His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear
 	Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell
 	Where he bestows himself?
 Lord	The son of Duncan,
 	From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth
 	Lives in the English court, and is received
 	Of the most pious Edward with such grace
 	That the malevolence of fortune nothing
 	Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff
 	Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid
 	To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:
 	That, by the help of these--with Him above
 	To ratify the work--we may again
 	Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,
 	Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,
 	Do faithful homage and receive free honours:
 	All which we pine for now: and this report
 	Hath so exasperate the king that he
 	Prepares for some attempt of war.
 LENNOX	Sent he to Macduff?
 Lord	He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,'
 	The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
 	And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time
 	That clogs me with this answer.'
 LENNOX	And that well might
 	Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
 	His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
 	Fly to the court of England and unfold
 	His message ere he come, that a swift blessing
 	May soon return to this our suffering country
 	Under a hand accursed!
 Lord	I'll send my prayers with him.
 SCENE I	A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.
 	[Thunder. Enter the three Witches]
 First Witch	Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
 Second Witch	Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
 Third Witch	Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.
 First Witch	Round about the cauldron go;
 	In the poison'd entrails throw.
 	Toad, that under cold stone
 	Days and nights has thirty-one
 	Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
 	Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
 ALL	Double, double toil and trouble;
 	Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
 Second Witch	Fillet of a fenny snake,
 	In the cauldron boil and bake;
 	Eye of newt and toe of frog,
 	Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
 	Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
 	Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
 	For a charm of powerful trouble,
 	Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
 ALL	Double, double toil and trouble;
 	Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
 Third Witch	Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
 	Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
 	Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
 	Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
 	Liver of blaspheming Jew,
 	Gall of goat, and slips of yew
 	Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
 	Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
 	Finger of birth-strangled babe
 	Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
 	Make the gruel thick and slab:
 	Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
 	For the ingredients of our cauldron.
 ALL	Double, double toil and trouble;
 	Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
 Second Witch	Cool it with a baboon's blood,
 	Then the charm is firm and good.
 	[Enter HECATE to the other three Witches]
 HECATE	O well done! I commend your pains;
 	And every one shall share i' the gains;
 	And now about the cauldron sing,
 	Live elves and fairies in a ring,
 	Enchanting all that you put in.
 	[Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' &c]
 	[HECATE retires]
 Second Witch	By the pricking of my thumbs,
 	Something wicked this way comes.
 	Open, locks,
 	Whoever knocks!
 	[Enter MACBETH]
 MACBETH	How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
 	What is't you do?
 ALL	                  A deed without a name.
 MACBETH	I conjure you, by that which you profess,
 	Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:
 	Though you untie the winds and let them fight
 	Against the churches; though the yesty waves
 	Confound and swallow navigation up;
 	Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;
 	Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
 	Though palaces and pyramids do slope
 	Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
 	Of nature's germens tumble all together,
 	Even till destruction sicken; answer me
 	To what I ask you.
 First Witch	                  Speak.
 Second Witch	Demand.
 Third Witch	We'll answer.
 First Witch	Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,
 	Or from our masters?
 MACBETH	Call 'em; let me see 'em.
 First Witch	Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
 	Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten
 	From the murderer's gibbet throw
 	Into the flame.
 ALL	                  Come, high or low;
 	Thyself and office deftly show!
 	[Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head]
 MACBETH	Tell me, thou unknown power,--
 First Witch	He knows thy thought:
 	Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
 First Apparition	Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
 	Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.
 MACBETH	Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
 	Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one
 	word more,--
 First Witch	He will not be commanded: here's another,
 	More potent than the first.
 	[Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child]
 Second Apparition	Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
 MACBETH	Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.
 Second Apparition	Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
 	The power of man, for none of woman born
 	Shall harm Macbeth.
 MACBETH	Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
 	But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
 	And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
 	That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
 	And sleep in spite of thunder.
 	[Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned,
 	with a tree in his hand]
 		         What is this
 	That rises like the issue of a king,
 	And wears upon his baby-brow the round
 	And top of sovereignty?
 ALL	Listen, but speak not to't.
 Third Apparition	Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
 	Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
 	Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
 	Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
 	Shall come against him.
 MACBETH	That will never be
 	Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
 	Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!
 	Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood
 	Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
 	Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
 	To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart
 	Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art
 	Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever
 	Reign in this kingdom?
 ALL	Seek to know no more.
 MACBETH	I will be satisfied: deny me this,
 	And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.
 	Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?
 First Witch	Show!
 Second Witch	Show!
 Third Witch	Show!
 ALL	Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
 	Come like shadows, so depart!
 	[A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in
 	his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following]
 MACBETH	Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
 	Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,
 	Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
 	A third is like the former. Filthy hags!
 	Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes!
 	What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
 	Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:
 	And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass
 	Which shows me many more; and some I see
 	That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:
 	Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;
 	For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
 	And points at them for his.
 	[Apparitions vanish]
 		      What, is this so?
 First Witch	Ay, sir, all this is so: but why
 	Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
 	Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
 	And show the best of our delights:
 	I'll charm the air to give a sound,
 	While you perform your antic round:
 	That this great king may kindly say,
 	Our duties did his welcome pay.
 	[Music. The witches dance and then vanish,
 	with HECATE]
 MACBETH	Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
 	Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
 	Come in, without there!
 	[Enter LENNOX]
 LENNOX	What's your grace's will?
 MACBETH	Saw you the weird sisters?
 LENNOX	No, my lord.
 MACBETH	Came they not by you?
 LENNOX	No, indeed, my lord.
 MACBETH	Infected be the air whereon they ride;
 	And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear
 	The galloping of horse: who was't came by?
 LENNOX	'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
 	Macduff is fled to England.
 MACBETH	Fled to England!
 LENNOX	Ay, my good lord.
 MACBETH	Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:
 	The flighty purpose never is o'ertook
 	Unless the deed go with it; from this moment
 	The very firstlings of my heart shall be
 	The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
 	To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
 	The castle of Macduff I will surprise;
 	Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword
 	His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
 	That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;
 	This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.
 	But no more sights!--Where are these gentlemen?
 	Come, bring me where they are.
 SCENE II	Fife. Macduff's castle.
 	[Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and ROSS]
 LADY MACDUFF	What had he done, to make him fly the land?
 ROSS	You must have patience, madam.
 LADY MACDUFF	He had none:
 	His flight was madness: when our actions do not,
 	Our fears do make us traitors.
 ROSS	You know not
 	Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
 LADY MACDUFF	Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
 	His mansion and his titles in a place
 	From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
 	He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
 	The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
 	Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
 	All is the fear and nothing is the love;
 	As little is the wisdom, where the flight
 	So runs against all reason.
 ROSS	My dearest coz,
 	I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband,
 	He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
 	The fits o' the season. I dare not speak
 	much further;
 	But cruel are the times, when we are traitors
 	And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour
 	From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
 	But float upon a wild and violent sea
 	Each way and move. I take my leave of you:
 	Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
 	Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
 	To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
 	Blessing upon you!
 LADY MACDUFF	Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
 ROSS	I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
 	It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:
 	I take my leave at once.
 LADY MACDUFF	Sirrah, your father's dead;
 	And what will you do now? How will you live?
 Son	As birds do, mother.
 LADY MACDUFF	What, with worms and flies?
 Son	With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
 LADY MACDUFF	Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,
 	The pitfall nor the gin.
 Son	Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
 	My father is not dead, for all your saying.
 LADY MACDUFF	Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
 Son	Nay, how will you do for a husband?
 LADY MACDUFF	Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
 Son	Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
 LADY MACDUFF	Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith,
 	With wit enough for thee.
 Son	Was my father a traitor, mother?
 LADY MACDUFF	Ay, that he was.
 Son	What is a traitor?
 LADY MACDUFF	Why, one that swears and lies.
 Son	And be all traitors that do so?
 LADY MACDUFF	Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
 Son	And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
 LADY MACDUFF	Every one.
 Son	Who must hang them?
 LADY MACDUFF	Why, the honest men.
 Son	Then the liars and swearers are fools,
 	for there are liars and swearers enow to beat
 	the honest men and hang up them.
 LADY MACDUFF	Now, God help thee, poor monkey!
 	But how wilt thou do for a father?
 Son	If he were dead, you'ld weep for
 	him: if you would not, it were a good sign
 	that I should quickly have a new father.
 LADY MACDUFF	Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!
 	[Enter a Messenger]
 Messenger	Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
 	Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
 	I doubt some danger does approach you nearly:
 	If you will take a homely man's advice,
 	Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
 	To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage;
 	To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
 	Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
 	I dare abide no longer.
 LADY MACDUFF	Whither should I fly?
 	I have done no harm. But I remember now
 	I am in this earthly world; where to do harm
 	Is often laudable, to do good sometime
 	Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas,
 	Do I put up that womanly defence,
 	To say I have done no harm?
 	[Enter Murderers]
 		      What are these faces?
 First Murderer	Where is your husband?
 LADY MACDUFF	I hope, in no place so unsanctified
 	Where such as thou mayst find him.
 First Murderer	He's a traitor.
 Son	Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain!
 First Murderer	What, you egg!
 	[Stabbing him]
 	Young fry of treachery!
 Son	He has kill'd me, mother:
 	Run away, I pray you!
 	[Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt
 	Murderers, following her]
 SCENE III	England. Before the King's palace.
 MALCOLM	Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
 	Weep our sad bosoms empty.
 MACDUFF	Let us rather
 	Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
 	Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn
 	New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
 	Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
 	As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out
 	Like syllable of dolour.
 MALCOLM	What I believe I'll wail,
 	What know believe, and what I can redress,
 	As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
 	What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.
 	This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
 	Was once thought honest: you have loved him well.
 	He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young;
 	but something
 	You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom
 	To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb
 	To appease an angry god.
 MACDUFF	I am not treacherous.
 MALCOLM	But Macbeth is.
 	A good and virtuous nature may recoil
 	In an imperial charge. But I shall crave
 	your pardon;
 	That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose:
 	Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
 	Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
 	Yet grace must still look so.
 MACDUFF	I have lost my hopes.
 MALCOLM	Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
 	Why in that rawness left you wife and child,
 	Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,
 	Without leave-taking? I pray you,
 	Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
 	But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,
 	Whatever I shall think.
 MACDUFF	Bleed, bleed, poor country!
 	Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,
 	For goodness dare not cheque thee: wear thou
 	thy wrongs;
 	The title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord:
 	I would not be the villain that thou think'st
 	For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,
 	And the rich East to boot.
 MALCOLM	Be not offended:
 	I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
 	I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
 	It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
 	Is added to her wounds: I think withal
 	There would be hands uplifted in my right;
 	And here from gracious England have I offer
 	Of goodly thousands: but, for all this,
 	When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
 	Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
 	Shall have more vices than it had before,
 	More suffer and more sundry ways than ever,
 	By him that shall succeed.
 MACDUFF	What should he be?
 MALCOLM	It is myself I mean: in whom I know
 	All the particulars of vice so grafted
 	That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth
 	Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state
 	Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
 	With my confineless harms.
 MACDUFF	Not in the legions
 	Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
 	In evils to top Macbeth.
 MALCOLM	I grant him bloody,
 	Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
 	Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
 	That has a name: but there's no bottom, none,
 	In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,
 	Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up
 	The cistern of my lust, and my desire
 	All continent impediments would o'erbear
 	That did oppose my will: better Macbeth
 	Than such an one to reign.
 MACDUFF	Boundless intemperance
 	In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
 	The untimely emptying of the happy throne
 	And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
 	To take upon you what is yours: you may
 	Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
 	And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.
 	We have willing dames enough: there cannot be
 	That vulture in you, to devour so many
 	As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
 	Finding it so inclined.
 MALCOLM	With this there grows
 	In my most ill-composed affection such
 	A stanchless avarice that, were I king,
 	I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
 	Desire his jewels and this other's house:
 	And my more-having would be as a sauce
 	To make me hunger more; that I should forge
 	Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
 	Destroying them for wealth.
 MACDUFF	This avarice
 	Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root
 	Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been
 	The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;
 	Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will.
 	Of your mere own: all these are portable,
 	With other graces weigh'd.
 MALCOLM	But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
 	As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
 	Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
 	Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
 	I have no relish of them, but abound
 	In the division of each several crime,
 	Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
 	Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
 	Uproar the universal peace, confound
 	All unity on earth.
 MACDUFF	O Scotland, Scotland!
 MALCOLM	If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
 	I am as I have spoken.
 MACDUFF	Fit to govern!
 	No, not to live. O nation miserable,
 	With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
 	When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
 	Since that the truest issue of thy throne
 	By his own interdiction stands accursed,
 	And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father
 	Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee,
 	Oftener upon her knees than on her feet,
 	Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
 	These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
 	Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast,
 	Thy hope ends here!
 MALCOLM	Macduff, this noble passion,
 	Child of integrity, hath from my soul
 	Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
 	To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth
 	By many of these trains hath sought to win me
 	Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me
 	From over-credulous haste: but God above
 	Deal between thee and me! for even now
 	I put myself to thy direction, and
 	Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
 	The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
 	For strangers to my nature. I am yet
 	Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
 	Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
 	At no time broke my faith, would not betray
 	The devil to his fellow and delight
 	No less in truth than life: my first false speaking
 	Was this upon myself: what I am truly,
 	Is thine and my poor country's to command:
 	Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,
 	Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
 	Already at a point, was setting forth.
 	Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness
 	Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?
 MACDUFF	Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
 	'Tis hard to reconcile.
 	[Enter a Doctor]
 MALCOLM	Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you?
 Doctor	Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
 	That stay his cure: their malady convinces
 	The great assay of art; but at his touch--
 	Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand--
 	They presently amend.
 MALCOLM	I thank you, doctor.
 	[Exit Doctor]
 MACDUFF	What's the disease he means?
 MALCOLM	'Tis call'd the evil:
 	A most miraculous work in this good king;
 	Which often, since my here-remain in England,
 	I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
 	Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people,
 	All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
 	The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
 	Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
 	Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
 	To the succeeding royalty he leaves
 	The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
 	He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
 	And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
 	That speak him full of grace.
 	[Enter ROSS]
 MACDUFF	See, who comes here?
 MALCOLM	My countryman; but yet I know him not.
 MACDUFF	My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
 MALCOLM	I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
 	The means that makes us strangers!
 ROSS	Sir, amen.
 MACDUFF	Stands Scotland where it did?
 ROSS	Alas, poor country!
 	Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
 	Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
 	But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
 	Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
 	Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
 	A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell
 	Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives
 	Expire before the flowers in their caps,
 	Dying or ere they sicken.
 MACDUFF	O, relation
 	Too nice, and yet too true!
 MALCOLM	What's the newest grief?
 ROSS	That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
 	Each minute teems a new one.
 MACDUFF	How does my wife?
 ROSS	Why, well.
 MACDUFF	         And all my children?
 ROSS	Well too.
 MACDUFF	The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
 ROSS	No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.
 MACDUFF	But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?
 ROSS	When I came hither to transport the tidings,
 	Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
 	Of many worthy fellows that were out;
 	Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
 	For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
 	Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
 	Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
 	To doff their dire distresses.
 MALCOLM	Be't their comfort
 	We are coming thither: gracious England hath
 	Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
 	An older and a better soldier none
 	That Christendom gives out.
 ROSS	Would I could answer
 	This comfort with the like! But I have words
 	That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
 	Where hearing should not latch them.
 MACDUFF	What concern they?
 	The general cause? or is it a fee-grief
 	Due to some single breast?
 ROSS	No mind that's honest
 	But in it shares some woe; though the main part
 	Pertains to you alone.
 MACDUFF	If it be mine,
 	Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
 ROSS	Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
 	Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
 	That ever yet they heard.
 MACDUFF	Hum! I guess at it.
 ROSS	Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
 	Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
 	Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
 	To add the death of you.
 MALCOLM	Merciful heaven!
 	What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
 	Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
 	Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
 MACDUFF	My children too?
 ROSS	                  Wife, children, servants, all
 	That could be found.
 MACDUFF	And I must be from thence!
 	My wife kill'd too?
 ROSS	I have said.
 MALCOLM	Be comforted:
 	Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
 	To cure this deadly grief.
 MACDUFF	He has no children. All my pretty ones?
 	Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
 	What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
 	At one fell swoop?
 MALCOLM	Dispute it like a man.
 MACDUFF	I shall do so;
 	But I must also feel it as a man:
 	I cannot but remember such things were,
 	That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on,
 	And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
 	They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
 	Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
 	Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now!
 MALCOLM	Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
 	Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
 MACDUFF	O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
 	And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,
 	Cut short all intermission; front to front
 	Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;
 	Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
 	Heaven forgive him too!
 MALCOLM	This tune goes manly.
 	Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
 	Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth
 	Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
 	Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may:
 	The night is long that never finds the day.
 SCENE I	Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle.
 	[Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman]
 Doctor	I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive
 	no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?
 Gentlewoman	Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen
 	her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon
 	her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it,
 	write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again
 	return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
 Doctor	A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once
 	the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of
 	watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her
 	walking and other actual performances, what, at any
 	time, have you heard her say?
 Gentlewoman	That, sir, which I will not report after her.
 Doctor	You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should.
 Gentlewoman	Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to
 	confirm my speech.
 	[Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper]
 	Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise;
 	and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.
 Doctor	How came she by that light?
 Gentlewoman	Why, it stood by her: she has light by her
 	continually; 'tis her command.
 Doctor	You see, her eyes are open.
 Gentlewoman	Ay, but their sense is shut.
 Doctor	What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
 Gentlewoman	It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus
 	washing her hands: I have known her continue in
 	this a quarter of an hour.
 LADY MACBETH	Yet here's a spot.
 Doctor	Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from
 	her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
 LADY MACBETH	Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,
 	then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my
 	lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
 	fear who knows it, when none can call our power to
 	account?--Yet who would have thought the old man
 	to have had so much blood in him.
 Doctor	Do you mark that?
 LADY MACBETH	The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?--
 	What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more o'
 	that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with
 	this starting.
 Doctor	Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
 Gentlewoman	She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of
 	that: heaven knows what she has known.
 LADY MACBETH	Here's the smell of the blood still: all the
 	perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
 	hand. Oh, oh, oh!
 Doctor	What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
 Gentlewoman	I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the
 	dignity of the whole body.
 Doctor	Well, well, well,--
 Gentlewoman	Pray God it be, sir.
 Doctor	This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known
 	those which have walked in their sleep who have died
 	holily in their beds.
 LADY MACBETH	Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so
 	pale.--I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he
 	cannot come out on's grave.
 Doctor	Even so?
 LADY MACBETH	To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate:
 	come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's
 	done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed!
 Doctor	Will she go now to bed?
 Gentlewoman	Directly.
 Doctor	Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds
 	Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds
 	To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets:
 	More needs she the divine than the physician.
 	God, God forgive us all! Look after her;
 	Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
 	And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night:
 	My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.
 	I think, but dare not speak.
 Gentlewoman	Good night, good doctor.
 SCENE II	The country near Dunsinane.
 	[Drum and colours. Enter MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS,
 	LENNOX, and Soldiers]
 MENTEITH	The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
 	His uncle Siward and the good Macduff:
 	Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes
 	Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm
 	Excite the mortified man.
 ANGUS	Near Birnam wood
 	Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
 CAITHNESS	Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
 LENNOX	For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file
 	Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son,
 	And many unrough youths that even now
 	Protest their first of manhood.
 MENTEITH	What does the tyrant?
 CAITHNESS	Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies:
 	Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him
 	Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,
 	He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
 	Within the belt of rule.
 ANGUS	Now does he feel
 	His secret murders sticking on his hands;
 	Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
 	Those he commands move only in command,
 	Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
 	Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
 	Upon a dwarfish thief.
 MENTEITH	Who then shall blame
 	His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
 	When all that is within him does condemn
 	Itself for being there?
 CAITHNESS	Well, march we on,
 	To give obedience where 'tis truly owed:
 	Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,
 	And with him pour we in our country's purge
 	Each drop of us.
 LENNOX	                  Or so much as it needs,
 	To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.
 	Make we our march towards Birnam.
 	[Exeunt, marching]
 SCENE III	Dunsinane. A room in the castle.
 	[Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants]
 MACBETH	Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
 	Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
 	I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
 	Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
 	All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
 	'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
 	Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly,
 	false thanes,
 	And mingle with the English epicures:
 	The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
 	Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
 	[Enter a Servant]
 	The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
 	Where got'st thou that goose look?
 Servant	There is ten thousand--
 MACBETH	Geese, villain!
 Servant	Soldiers, sir.
 MACBETH	Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
 	Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
 	Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
 	Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
 Servant	The English force, so please you.
 MACBETH	Take thy face hence.
 	[Exit Servant]
 		Seyton!--I am sick at heart,
 	When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push
 	Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
 	I have lived long enough: my way of life
 	Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
 	And that which should accompany old age,
 	As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
 	I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
 	Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
 	Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!
 	[Enter SEYTON]
 SEYTON	What is your gracious pleasure?
 MACBETH	What news more?
 SEYTON	All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.
 MACBETH	I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
 	Give me my armour.
 SEYTON	'Tis not needed yet.
 MACBETH	I'll put it on.
 	Send out more horses; skirr the country round;
 	Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
 	How does your patient, doctor?
 Doctor	Not so sick, my lord,
 	As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,
 	That keep her from her rest.
 MACBETH	Cure her of that.
 	Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
 	Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
 	Raze out the written troubles of the brain
 	And with some sweet oblivious antidote
 	Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
 	Which weighs upon the heart?
 Doctor	Therein the patient
 	Must minister to himself.
 MACBETH	Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
 	Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
 	Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
 	Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast
 	The water of my land, find her disease,
 	And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
 	I would applaud thee to the very echo,
 	That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--
 	What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,
 	Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?
 Doctor	Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
 	Makes us hear something.
 MACBETH	Bring it after me.
 	I will not be afraid of death and bane,
 	Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
 Doctor	[Aside]  Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
 	Profit again should hardly draw me here.
 SCENE IV	Country near Birnam wood.
 	[Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD and YOUNG
 	LENNOX, ROSS, and Soldiers, marching]
 MALCOLM	Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
 	That chambers will be safe.
 MENTEITH	We doubt it nothing.
 SIWARD	What wood is this before us?
 MENTEITH	The wood of Birnam.
 MALCOLM	Let every soldier hew him down a bough
 	And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow
 	The numbers of our host and make discovery
 	Err in report of us.
 Soldiers	It shall be done.
 SIWARD	We learn no other but the confident tyrant
 	Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
 	Our setting down before 't.
 MALCOLM	'Tis his main hope:
 	For where there is advantage to be given,
 	Both more and less have given him the revolt,
 	And none serve with him but constrained things
 	Whose hearts are absent too.
 MACDUFF	Let our just censures
 	Attend the true event, and put we on
 	Industrious soldiership.
 SIWARD	The time approaches
 	That will with due decision make us know
 	What we shall say we have and what we owe.
 	Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
 	But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
 	Towards which advance the war.
 	[Exeunt, marching]
 SCENE V	Dunsinane. Within the castle.
 	[Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum
 	and colours]
 MACBETH	Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
 	The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strength
 	Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie
 	Till famine and the ague eat them up:
 	Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
 	We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
 	And beat them backward home.
 	[A cry of women within]
 		       What is that noise?
 SEYTON	It is the cry of women, my good lord.
 MACBETH	I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
 	The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
 	To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
 	Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
 	As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
 	Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
 	Cannot once start me.
 	[Re-enter SEYTON]
 		Wherefore was that cry?
 SEYTON	The queen, my lord, is dead.
 MACBETH	She should have died hereafter;
 	There would have been a time for such a word.
 	To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
 	Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
 	To the last syllable of recorded time,
 	And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
 	The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
 	Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
 	That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
 	And then is heard no more: it is a tale
 	Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
 	Signifying nothing.
 	[Enter a Messenger]
 	Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
 Messenger	Gracious my lord,
 	I should report that which I say I saw,
 	But know not how to do it.
 MACBETH	Well, say, sir.
 Messenger	As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
 	I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
 	The wood began to move.
 MACBETH	Liar and slave!
 Messenger	Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
 	Within this three mile may you see it coming;
 	I say, a moving grove.
 MACBETH	If thou speak'st false,
 	Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
 	Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
 	I care not if thou dost for me as much.
 	I pull in resolution, and begin
 	To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
 	That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood
 	Do come to Dunsinane:'  and now a wood
 	Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
 	If this which he avouches does appear,
 	There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
 	I gin to be aweary of the sun,
 	And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
 	Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!
 	At least we'll die with harness on our back.
 SCENE VI	Dunsinane. Before the castle.
 	[Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF,
 	and their Army, with boughs]
 MALCOLM	Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
 	And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
 	Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
 	Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we
 	Shall take upon 's what else remains to do,
 	According to our order.
 SIWARD	Fare you well.
 	Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
 	Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
 MACDUFF	Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
 	Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
 SCENE VII	Another part of the field.
 	[Alarums. Enter MACBETH]
 MACBETH	They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
 	But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he
 	That was not born of woman? Such a one
 	Am I to fear, or none.
 YOUNG SIWARD	What is thy name?
 MACBETH	                  Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
 YOUNG SIWARD	No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
 	Than any is in hell.
 MACBETH	My name's Macbeth.
 YOUNG SIWARD	The devil himself could not pronounce a title
 	More hateful to mine ear.
 MACBETH	No, nor more fearful.
 YOUNG SIWARD	Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
 	I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
 	[They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain]
 MACBETH	Thou wast born of woman
 	But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
 	Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
 	[Alarums. Enter MACDUFF]
 MACDUFF	That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
 	If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
 	My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
 	I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
 	Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,
 	Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
 	I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
 	By this great clatter, one of greatest note
 	Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
 	And more I beg not.
 	[Exit. Alarums]
 	[Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD]
 SIWARD	This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
 	The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
 	The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
 	The day almost itself professes yours,
 	And little is to do.
 MALCOLM	We have met with foes
 	That strike beside us.
 SIWARD	Enter, sir, the castle.
 	[Exeunt. Alarums]
 SCENE VIII	Another part of the field.
 	[Enter MACBETH]
 MACBETH	Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
 	On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
 	Do better upon them.
 	[Enter MACDUFF]
 MACDUFF	Turn, hell-hound, turn!
 MACBETH	Of all men else I have avoided thee:
 	But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
 	With blood of thine already.
 MACDUFF	I have no words:
 	My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
 	Than terms can give thee out!
 	[They fight]
 MACBETH	Thou losest labour:
 	As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
 	With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed:
 	Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
 	I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
 	To one of woman born.
 MACDUFF	Despair thy charm;
 	And let the angel whom thou still hast served
 	Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
 	Untimely ripp'd.
 MACBETH	Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
 	For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
 	And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
 	That palter with us in a double sense;
 	That keep the word of promise to our ear,
 	And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.
 MACDUFF	Then yield thee, coward,
 	And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:
 	We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
 	Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
 	'Here may you see the tyrant.'
 MACBETH	I will not yield,
 	To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
 	And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
 	Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
 	And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
 	Yet I will try the last. Before my body
 	I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
 	And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
 	[Exeunt, fighting. Alarums]
 	[Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours,
 	MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers]
 MALCOLM	I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
 SIWARD	Some must go off: and yet, by these I see,
 	So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
 MALCOLM	Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
 ROSS	Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
 	He only lived but till he was a man;
 	The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
 	In the unshrinking station where he fought,
 	But like a man he died.
 SIWARD	Then he is dead?
 ROSS	Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
 	Must not be measured by his worth, for then
 	It hath no end.
 SIWARD	                  Had he his hurts before?
 ROSS	Ay, on the front.
 SIWARD	                  Why then, God's soldier be he!
 	Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
 	I would not wish them to a fairer death:
 	And so, his knell is knoll'd.
 MALCOLM	He's worth more sorrow,
 	And that I'll spend for him.
 SIWARD	He's worth no more
 	They say he parted well, and paid his score:
 	And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
 	[Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head]
 MACDUFF	Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
 	The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
 	I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
 	That speak my salutation in their minds;
 	Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:
 	Hail, King of Scotland!
 ALL	Hail, King of Scotland!
 MALCOLM	We shall not spend a large expense of time
 	Before we reckon with your several loves,
 	And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
 	Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
 	In such an honour named. What's more to do,
 	Which would be planted newly with the time,
 	As calling home our exiled friends abroad
 	That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
 	Producing forth the cruel ministers
 	Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
 	Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
 	Took off her life; this, and what needful else
 	That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
 	We will perform in measure, time and place:
 	So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
 	Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
 	[Flourish. Exeunt]

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