Doct. What is it she does now? Look how she | Would, to the bleeding, and the grim aların, rubs her hands. Excite the mortified man. Gent. 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 M. Yet here's a spot. Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say! One; Two: Why, then 'tis time to do't: Hell is murky! - Fye, my lord, fye! 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? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. 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 ben Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Ang. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Cath. Who, knows, if Donalbain be with his brother? Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Ment. Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Who then shall blame Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Meet we the medicin of the sickly weal: Charged. And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well, Len. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon Geese, villain? When I behold-Seyton, I say! This push Will cheer me ever, or disscat me now. Ment. The English power is near, led on by I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Malcolm, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes 3 6 Is taff'n into the sear, the yellow leaf: Doct. Give me mine ar Not so sick, my lord, Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, That chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Ment. The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us. Sold. It shall be done. Saw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant SCENE V.. - Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with drums and colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still They come Our castie's strength Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. Macb. Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit. Alarums. Enter MACDuff. Macd. That way the noise is: -Tyrant, show thy face: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us 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. Macd. 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 upon a pole; and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant. I'll not yield, Macb. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last: Before my body I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. [Exeunt, fighting. Before we reckon with your several loves, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland [Flourish. Ercuz! KING JOHN. KING JOHN. PERSONS REPRESENTED. PRINCE HENRY, his son; afterwards King Henry III. WILLIAM LONGEWORD, Earl of Salisbury. HUBERT DE BURGH, chamberlain to the King. ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, son of sir Robert Faulconbridge. PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his half-brother, bastard son to King Richard the First. JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge. LEWIS, the Dauphin. Cardinal PANDULPH, the Pope's igate. CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King John. ELINOR, the widow of King Henry II., and mother of King John. CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur. BLANCH, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and niece to King John. Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard and Robert Faulconbridge. Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE, sometimes in ENGLAND, and sometimes in FRANCE. Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON. King John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us? Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of In my behaviour, to the majesty, Eli. A strange beginning; — borrow'd majesty! K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy. Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody war, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for blood, Controlment for controlment: so answer France. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, The furthest limit of my embassy. K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace: Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; [Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. Eli. that now, my son? have I not ever said, How that ambitious Constance would not cease, Till she had kindled France, and all the world, Upon the right and party of her son? This might have been prevented, and made whole, K. John. Our strong possession, and our right. for us. |