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To the last syllable of recorded time ;
Macb. My name's Macbeth. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
Yo. Six. The devil himself could not p.am The way to dusty death. Out, ont, brief candle !
nounce a title Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player,
More bateful to uniue ear.
Yo. Six. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
(They fight, and young SIWARD is slais. Enter a MESSENGER.
Macb. Thou wast born of woman.--
Brandish'd by man that's of a woinau bom.
Alarums. Enter MacdufP.
thy face : I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, If thou be'st slaill, and with no stroke of nine, The wood began to move.
My wife and children's ghost will baunt nie Macb. Liar and slave! (Striking him.
still. Mess. Let me eudure your wrath, if'l be not I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arins
Are hir'd to bear their slaves ; either thou, Hac. Within this three mile may you see it coming ;
beth, I say, a moving grove.
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Jiacb. If thou speak'st false,
I sheathe again uudeeded. There thou should'st Upon the next tree sbalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee : if thy speech be sooth, By this great clatter, one of greatest note I care not if tbou dost for me as much.
Seems bruited :. Let me tiud him, fortune! I pull in resolution; and begin
Aud more I beg not.
(Erit. Alarna. To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
Enter Malcoly and SIWARD. That lies like truth : Feur not, till Birnam woud
Siw. This way, my lord ;—The castle's gently Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood
render'd : Comes toward Duusinane.-Arm, arin, and The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; out
The noble thanes do bravely in the sar; If this, which he avonches, does appear, The day alınost itself professes your's, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here,
Aud little is to do. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
Mal. We have met with foes And wish the estate o'the world were now un. That strike beside us. done.
Siw. Euter, Sir, the castle. Ring the alarum hell :-Blow, wind ! come,
(Ereunt. Alarun. At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Re-enter MACBETH. (Ereunt.
Macb. Wby should I play the Roman fool, and SCENE VI.-The same.-A Plain before the
On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the
Do better upou then. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army,
Re-enter MACDUFF. with Boughs.
Macd. Turn, hell-honud, turu. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens
Macb, of all men else i lave avoided thee : throw down,
But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd And show like those you are :-You, worthy With blood of thine already. uncle,
Macd. I have no words, Sball, with my cousin, your right-110 ble soli,
My volce is in my sword; thon bloodier vil ain Lead our first battle : worthy Macduff, and we,
Than terms can give thee out ! Shall, take upon us what else remains to do,
(They fight. According to our order.
Macb. Thon losest labour: Sin'. Fare yoll well.
As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air : Do we but find the tyrant's power to-uight, With ihy keen sword impress, as wake me Let us be beaten, if we cannot right.
bleed : Macd. Make all our trumpets speak ; give Let sall thy blade on ruluerable crests; them all breath,
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Those clanorous harbingers of blood and death. To one of woman born. [Exeunt. Alurums continued. Macd. Despair thy charm;
And let the angel, whom thou still hast served, SCENE VII.-The same.- Another Part of Tell thee, Macduti was from his mother's foub the Plain.
Blacb. Accursed be tbat tongue that tells me Enter MACBETH.
so, Macb. They have tied me to a stake : I can. For it hath cow'd my better part of man! not fly :
And be these juggling fiends no more belier'd, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's That palter 1 with us in a double sense ; he,
That keep the word of promise to our ear, That was not born of woman? Such a one And break it to our hope.--I'll not fight with Ain I to fear, or uoue.
thee. Enter young SIWARD.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. Yo. Sin. What is thy name?
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Mach. Thou'lt be afraid to bear it.
Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit, Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a Here may you see the tyrant. hotter name
Macb. I'll not yield,
• Reported with elamour.
To kiss the ground before young Malcolin's feet, Siw. He's worth no more ;
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on And damu'd be be that first cries, Hold, enough.
a Pole. (Exeunt, fighting. Macd. Hail, king! for 30 thou art : Behold,
where stands Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drunn The usurper's cursed head : the time is free :
and Colours, Malcolu, old SiWARD,Rosse, I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, LENOX, Angus, CATANESS, MENTETH, and that speak my salutation in their iniuds; Soldiers
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe Hail, king of Scotland! arriv'd.
All. King of Scotland, bail ! (Flourish. Siw. Some must go off : and yet, by these 1 Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of see,
time, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Before we reckon with your several loves, Jal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. And make us even with you. My thanes and Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's kinsmen, debt :
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland He only liv'd but till he was a man ;
In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, Tbe which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Which would be planted newly with the time,In the uushrinking station where he fought, As calling home our exil'd friends abroad; Bot like a man he died.
That ned the shares of watchful tyranny ; Six. Then he is dead 1
Producing forth the cruel ministers Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your of this dead butcher, and his tiend-like queen; cause of sorrow
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
hands It halb no end.
Took off her life ; This, and what needful else Site. Had he his hurts before ?
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Rosse. Ay, on the front.
We will perform in measure, tiine, and place : Sito. Why then, God's soldier be he!
So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
Whoin we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. I would not wish them to a fairer death :
(Flourish. Exeunt. And so his knell is knoll'd. Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
+ The kingdom's woalela or ornament. And that I'll spend for him.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS play was probably written in the year 1596. The action comprehends some of the principal events which
occurred from the 34th year of King John's life to the time of his demise ; or, during his short reiga of seves teen years. Shakspeare has in some respects closely adhered to the old historiaus and chroniclers; but ibe Duke of Austria was not accessary to the death of Richard Caur-de-lion ; neither was John himself poisosed by a monk. However the gross licentiousness of the latter--- his utter disregard of even the appearances of religion--aud his habitual ridicule of the church, might favour such a supposition, it is certain that he died parıly of grief, and partly of chagrin, at Newark. These incongruities, with the outline of Fauleoabridge's cbaracter, our poet very likely derived from some previous dramatic production. With respect to tbe walor lusate Arthur, when he first fell into the power of his uncle, he was coufined in the castle of Falaise, and the perfidious monarch endeavoured in vain to procure bis assassination. He was afterwards conducted to the castle of Rnuen, where Jobu resided, and never afterwards heard of. The manner of his death is vosertain ; but it is generally believed that the barbarous tyrant stabbed him with his owu haod. Dr. Johnson says of this tragedy: “Though not written with the utmost power of Shakspeare, it is varied with a very pleasing is. terchange of incidents and characters: the lady's grief is rery affecting ; and the character of tbe Bastard cor tains that mixture of greatness and levity, which this author delighted to exhibit." The latter is, indeed, as odd a personage as any thor ever drew; and his langnage is as culiar as his ideas; but the scene in which John so darkly proposed to Hubert the murder of his innocent nephew, is beyond the commendation of crie ticism. Art could add little to its perfection ; no change in dramatic taste can injure it; and time itself can subtract nothing from its beauties. -----Colly Cibler altered this drama, though not for the best.
DRAMATIS PERSON. KING JOHN.
PETER of Pomfret, a Prophct. PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards King Philip, King of France. Henry Nii.
Lewis, the Dauphin. ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, ARCH-DUKE of Austria.
late Duke of Bretagne, the elder CARDINAL PANDULPA, the Pope's legate. Brother of King John.
MELUN, a French Lord. WILLIAM MARBSHALL, Earl of Pembroke. CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to King GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Eurl of Essex, Chief
John. Justiciary of England. WILLIAM LongsWORD, Earl of Salisbury. ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and ROBERT Bigot, Earl of Norjolk.
Mother of King John. HUBERT DE BURGU, Chamberlain to the CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. King
BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Cas. ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGX, Son of Sir Robert tile, and Niece to King John. Faulconbridge.
LADY FAULCON BRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard, Philip FAULCON BRIDGE, his Half-brother, and Robert Faulconbridge.
bastard Son to King Richard the
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sherif, JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulcon- Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, bridge.
and other Attendants. SCENE, sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
K. John. Silence, good mother ; hear the em
bassy. SCENE 1.-Northampton.- A Room of State Chai. Philip of France, in right and true bein the Palace.
or thy deceased brotber Geffrey's son, (half
Arths Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim Enter King JOAN, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE, To this fair island, and the territories ;
Essex, SALISBURY, and others, with CHA To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : TILLON.
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword, K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, wbat would which sways usurpingly these several titles; France with us!
And put the same ivto young Artbur's band, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign. France,
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this In my behaviour, to the majesty,
Chat. The proud control of Merce and bloody The borrow'd majesty of England here.
war, Eli, A strange beginning ;-borrow'd ma. To enforce these rights se forcibly withheld. jesty!
K. John. Here have we war for war, and
blood for blood, • in the magner I now do.
Controlment for controlineut: so answer Fraoce. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) mouth,
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself, The furthest limit of my embassy.
If old Sir Robert did beget us both, K. John. Bear mine to him and so depart in And were our father, and his son like him ;peace :
O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee Be thou as lightning in the eyes of Prance ; I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. For ere thou canst report I will be there,
K. John. Why, what a mad-cay hath heaven The thunder of my cannou shall be heard :
lent us here! So, bence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, Eli. He bath a trick • of Coeur-de-liov's face, And sullen presage of your own decay.
The accent of his tongue affecteth him : An honourable conduct let him have :
Do you not read somne tokens of my son Pembroke, look to't : Farewell, Chatillon. In the large composition of this man ?
(Ereunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his Eli. What now, my son? have I not ever
And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrab, How that ambitious Constance would not cease, What doth move you to claim your brother's Till she bad kindled France, and all the world,
land 1 l'pon the right and party of ber son ?
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my This might have been prevented, and made
With that half-face would be have all my land : With very easy arguments of love ;
A half-faced groat five hundred pounds a year! Wbicb now the manage • of two kingdoms must Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
liv'd, K. John. Our strong possession, and our right Your brother did employ my father mach ;for us.
Bast. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my Eli. Your strong possession, much more than land; your right;
Your tale must be, how he employ'd my tnoOr else it must go wrong with you and me :
ther, So mach my conscience whispers in your ear ; Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy Which done but heaven, and you and I, shall To Germany, there, with the emperor, hear.
To treat of high affairs touching that time : Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's ;
The advantage of his absence took the king, whispers Essex.
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak : Esser. My liege, here is the strangest con. But truth is truth; largé lengths of seas and troversy,
Between my father and my mother lay, (shores Come from the country to be judg'd by yon, (As I have heard my father speak himsell,) Tbat ere I beard : Shall I produce the men 3 When this same lusty gentleman was got. X. John. Let thein approach.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
(Exit Sheriff. His lands to me ; and took it, on bis death, Our abbies, and our priories, shali pay
That this, my mother's son, was none of his ;
And if he were, he came into the world Re-enter Sherif, with ROBERT FAULCON- Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. BRIDGE, and PHILIP, his bastard Brother.
Then, good my liege, let me bave what is mine, This expedition's charges-What men are you? My father's land, as was my father's will.
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ; Boru in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son,
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear bim : As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;
And, if she did play false, the fault was her's ; A soldier, by the honour-giving band
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands or Cour-de-lion knighted in the field.
That marry wives. Tell me, how if niy brother K. John. What art thou ?
Wbo, as you say, took pains to get this son, Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon. Had of your father claim'd this sou for his s bridge.
lo sooth, good friend, your father might have K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the kept heir
This call, bred from his cow, from all the You came not of one mother then, it seems.
world; Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty In sooth he might; then, if he were my bro. king,
(father, That is well known; and, as I think, one My brother might not claim him: nor your father :
Being none of bis, refuse him : This conBot, for the certain knowledge of that truth,
cludes,I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother: My mother's son did get your father's heir ; Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
Your father's heir must have your father's Eli. Out on thee, rude man ! thou dost shame
land. thy mother,
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no And wound her bonoar with this diffidence.
force, Bast. I, madam ? no, I have no reason for it; (To dispossess that child which is not his ? Tbat is my brotber's plea, and none of mine ;
Basi. of no more force to dispossess me, The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out
Sir, At least from fair five hundred pound a year :
Than was his will to get me, as I think. Heaven guard my mother's honour and my
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faul. land!
conbridge, K. John. A good blunt fellow :-Why, being and like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; younger bora,
Or the reputed son of Caur-de-lion, Doth he lay claim to thine inberitance ?
Lord of thy presence, 1 and po land beside ? Best. I know not why, except to get the Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my land!
shape, Bat once be slander'd me with bastardy
And I bad bis, Sir Robert bis, like himn ; Bof whe's + I be as true-bégot, or no,
And if my legs were two such riding rods,
1 Diguity of appearance.
That in my ear 1 durst not stick a rose, Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth :
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising -
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes! Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy What woman-post is this ? bath she no hus. fortune,
Enter Lady FAULCON BRIDGE and JAMES
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother?
where is he? thither.
(way. That holds in cbase mine honour up and domu! Bast. Our country manners give our betters Bast. My brother Robert? old Sir Robert's K. John. What is thy name?
son 3 Bast. Philip, my liege ; 80 is my name begun ; Colbravd the giant, that same miglity man 1 Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son. Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek so 1 K. John, from benceforth bear his uame Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Aye, thou dure. whose form thou bear'st:
Robert Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great : Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'at thou at Sir Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet !-
He is Sir Robert's son; and so art thou.
There's toy's abroad ; * anon I'll tell thee more.
(Erit GURNEY I am thy grandame, Richard ; call me so. Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son ; Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : Sir Robert might have eat his part in me What though?
Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast : Something about, a little froni the right, Sir Robert could do well : Marry, (to confess !)
In at the window, or else o'er the batch : Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it; Who dares not stir by day, must walk by vigat; We know his handy-work ; – Therefore, gevel And have is have, however men do catch :
mother, Near or far oft, well won is still well shot ; To whom am I beholden for these limbs And I am I, howe der I was begot.
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. K. John, Go, Faulconbridge ; bow bast thou Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother thy desire,
too, A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.- That for thine own gain should'st defend mine Come, madam, aud come, Richard; we must What meaus this scorn, thou most uptoward speed
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's
kuave ? For France, for France ; for it is more than Bast. Kuight, knight, good mother, - Baslneed.
liscolike: + Bast. Brother, adieu ; good fortune come to What I I am dubb'd ; I have it op my shoulder. thee !
But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's son ; For thou wast got i'the way of bonesty.
I have disclaim'd Sir Robert and my land; (Exeunt all but the BASTARD. Legitiination, name, and all is gone : A foot of honour better than I was ;
Then, good my mother, let me know my father But many a foot of land the worse.
Some proper man, I hope : Who was il, moWell, now can I make any Joan a lady :-
ther? Good den + Sir Richard,-God-a-mercy, sel Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself to Faullow
conbridge ? And if his name be George, l'll call him Peter :
Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. For new-made honour doch forget men's names ; Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was thy "Tis too respective, and too sociable,
father ; For your conversion. Now, your traveller,
By long and vehement snit I was seduc'd He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; To make rooin for him in my husbauo's bed :And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd, Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! Why then I suck iny teeth, and catechise Thou art the issue of my dear offence, My picked man of countries : 5 - Wy deur Sir, which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence: (Thus leaning on mine elbows, 1 begin,)
Bust. Now, by this light, were I to get agall, shall beseech you—That is question now; Madam, I would not wish a better father, And then comes answer like an ABC-book : Sonne sins do bear their privilege ou earth, Sir, says answer, at your best command;
And so doth your's; your fault was uut your At your employment ; at your service, Sir :
folly : No, Sir, say's question, I, sueet Sir, at your's: Need must you lay your heart at his dispose , a And so, ere answer knows what questiou would, Subjécted tribute to commandiug love, (Saving in dialogue of compliment;
Against whose fury aud unmatcbed force Aud talking of the Alps and Appenines,
The aweless lion, could not wage the fight, The Pyrenean, and the river Po,) It draws toward supper in conclusion so,
hand. But this is worshipful society,
He that perforce robs lions of their hearts, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself :
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, For he is but a bastard to time,
With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! That doth not smack of observation;
who lives and dares but say thou didst not (Aud so am I, whether I smack, or io ;) And not alone in habit and device,
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
• Idle reports.
• Robert, of condition.
+ Cool evening,
Ny travelled fop
+ A catire upon a character
in an old drama called Suliinan and Perioda.