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Doct. What is it she does now ? Look how she would, to the bleeding, and the grim uların, rubs her hands.

Excite the mortified man. Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to Ang.

Near Birnam wood seem thus washing her hands; I have known her Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Cath. Who, knows, if Donalbain be with his Lady M. Yet here's a spot.

brother? Doct. Hark, she speaks : I will set down what Len. For certain, sir, he is not : I have a file comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, more strongly.

And many unrough youths, that even now
Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say ! Protest their first of manhood.
One; Two :/ Why, then 'tis time to do't :


What does the tyrant? Hell is murky! - Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier, Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : and afеard? What need we fear who knows it, Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, when none can call our power to account? Yet Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, who would have thought the old man to have had He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause so much blood in him ?

Within the belt of rule. Doct. Do you mark that ?


Now does he feel Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where His secret murders sticking on his hands; is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ; clean ? No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that : Those he commands, move only in command, you mar all with this starting Shake

Nothing in love : now does he feel his title Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe should not.

Upon a dwarfish thief. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I Ment.

Who then shall blame sure of that: Heaven knows what she has His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, known.

When all that is within him does condemn Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still : all Itself, for being there? the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little Cath.

Well, march we on, hand. Oh! oh! oh!

To give tis ow'd :


"Doct. What a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely Meet we the medicin of the sickly weal

the gate.


And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Gent. I would not have such a heart in my Each drop of us. bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.


Or so much as it needs, Doct. Well, well, well,

To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Genl. 'Pray God, it be, sir.

Make we our march towards Birnam. Doct. This disease is beyond my practice : Yet I

{Ereunt, marchin". have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.

SCENE III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale. - I tell you yet again,

Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all ; grave.

Till Birnain wood remove to Dunsinane, Doct. Even so ?

I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm ? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know

Come, come, come, come, give me your All mortal consequents pronounc'd me thus : hand ; What's done, cannot be undone ; To bed, Fear not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of woman, to bed, to bed.

[Erit Lady MACBETH. Shall e'er have power on thee. Then fly, false thanes, Doct. Will she go now to bed ?

And mingle with the English epicures : Gent. Directly.

The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad : Unnatural Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with fear deeds

Enter a Servant.
Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon
More needs she the divine, than the physician. Where got'st thou that goose look ?
God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ;i"

Serv. There is ten thousand Remove from her the means of all annoyance,


Geese, villain ? And still keep eyes upon her: . So, good night: Serv.

Soldiers, sir. My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight : Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, I think, but dare not speak.

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ? Gent.

Good night, good doctor. Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine

(Ereunt. Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

Serv. The English force, so please you. SCENE II. - The Country near Dunsinane. Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !- I am sick

at heart, Enter, with drum and colours, MENTETH, Cath

When I behold — Seyton, I say! — This push NESS, ANGUS, LENOx, and Soldiers.

Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. Ment. The English power is near, led on by I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Malcolm,

Is tail'n into the sear, the yellow leaf : His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.

And that which should accompany old age, Revenges burn in them : for their dear causes As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

3 Wh!"

I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Our setting down before't.
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. Mal.

'Tis his main liope : Seyton!

For where there is advantage to be given,

Both more and less have given him the revolt; Enter Seyron.

And none serve with him but constrained things, Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?

Whose hearts are absent too.
What news more? Macd.

Let our just censurce Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was re- Attend the true event, and put we on ported:

Industrious soldiership. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be Siw.

The time approaches, hack'd.

That will with due decision make us know Give me my armour.

What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Sey. "Tis not needed yet.

Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; Macb. I'll put it on.

But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :
Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Towards which, advance the war.
Hang those that talk of fear. Give me inine ar-

(Exeunt, marching mour, How does your patient, doctor?

SCENE V. - Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Doct.

Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,

Enter, with drums and colours, MACBETH, SEYTON,

aw! Soldiers. That keep her from her rest. Mach.

Cure ber of that: Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;

walls; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;

The cry is still, Thoy conų : Our castie's strength Raze out the written troubles of the brain;

Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,

Till famine, and thougale, cat them up. Cleanse the stuff ’d bosom of that perilous stuff, Were they not forc'd wath those that should be ours, Which weighs upon the heart?

We might have met them daretul, beard to beard, Doct.

Therein the patient And beat them backwara home What is that Must minister to himself.

noise ?

[A cry within, of women. Macb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. it.

Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears . Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd Seyton, send out. — Doctor, the thanes fly from To hear a night-striek; and my fell of hair

Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir Come, sir, despatch :-If thou could’st, doctor, cast As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; The water of my land, find her disease,

Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, And purge it to a sound and pristine health,

Cannot once start me. - Wherefore was that cry? I would applaud thee to the very echo,

Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. That should applaud again. — Pull't off, I say.. Macb. She should have died hereafter ; What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, There would have been a time for such a word. Would scour these English hence? - Hearest thou To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow of them?

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation To the last syllable of recorded time; Makes us hear something.

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Macb.

Bring it after me. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! I will not be afraid of death and bane,

Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.


That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Erit. Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing. SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane : A Wood

Enter a Messenger. in view.

Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Enler, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old

Mess. Gracious my lord,
Siward, and his Son, Macduff, MENTETH, I should report that which I say I saw,
CATHNESS, ANGUS, LEN 2x, Rosse, and Soldiers,

But know not how to do it. marching


Well, say, sir. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, That chambers will be safe.

I look toward Birnam, and anon, methought, Ment.

We doubt it nothing. The wood began to move. Siw. What wood is this before us?


Liar, and slave!
The wood of Birnam.

[Striking him.
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so;
And bear't before him ; thereby shall we shadow Within this three mile may you see it coming ;
The numbers of our host, and make discovery I say, a moving grove.
Err in report of us.


If thou speak'st false, Sold. It shall be done.

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Sww. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant | Till famine cling thee : if thy speech be sooth,

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I care not if thou dost for me as much.

Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I pull in resolution ; and begin

I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st be; To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

By this great clatter, one of greatest note That lies like truth : Fear not, till Birnam wood Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! Do come to Dunsinane; - and now a wood

And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alcrun. Comes toward Dunsinane.- Arm, arm, and out ! If this, which he avouches, does appear,

Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.

Siw. This way, my lord ;- - the castle's getly
I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

And wish the estate o'the world were now undone. The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
Ring the alarum bell :- Blow wind ! come, wrack ! The noble thanes do bravely in the war ;
At least we'll die with harness on our back.

The day almost itself professes yours,
[Ereunt. And little is to do.

We have met with foes
SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the That strike beside us.


Enter, sir, the castle. Enter, with drums and colours, MALCOLM, old

[Ereunt. Alurum. SIWARD, Macduff, fc. and their Army, with

Re-enter MACBETH. boughs.

Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and Val. Now, near enough; your leavy screens

die throw down,

On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes And show like those you are :- You, worthy uncle, Do better upon

them. Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lcad our first battle : worthy Macduff, and we,

Re-enter MacDUFF. Shall take upon us what else remains to do,


Turn, hell-hound, turn.
According to our order.

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
Fare you well.

But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, With blood of thine already.
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.


I have no words, Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain all breath,

Than terms can give thee out ! [They figkl. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Macb.

Thou losest labour : [Ereunt. Alarums continued.

As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air

With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed
SCENE VII. The same. Another part of the Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield

To one of woman born.
Enter MacBETH.


Despair thy charm; Macb. They have tied me to a stake ; I cannot fly, And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. — - What's he, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb That was not born of woman ? Such a one

Untimely ripp'd. Am I to fear, or none.

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,
Yo. Si What is thy name?

That palter with us in a double sense ;

Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. That keep the word of promise to our ear,
Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter And break it to our hope. — I'll not fight with thee.

Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
Than any is in hell.

And live to be the show and gaze o’the time.
My name's Macbeth.

We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Yo. Siw. The devil bimself could not pronounce Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,

Here may you see the tyrant. More hateful to mine ear.


I'll not yield, Macb.

No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant ; with my And to be baited with the rabble's curse. sword

Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, I'll prove the lie tou speak'st.

And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
[They fight, and young Siward is slain.

Yet I will try the last : Before my body
Thou wast born of woman.

I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff ;
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough.
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit.

[Exeunt, fighting Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.

Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with drum and Macd. That way the noise is : - Tyrant, show

colours, Malcoin, old Siward, Rosse, LENOX,
thy face :

Angus, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.

I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see
Are hir'd to hear their staves ; either thou, Macbeth, | So great a day as this is cheaply bouglii.


a title

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. The usurper's cursed head: the time is free : Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, debt :

That speak my salutation in their minds;
He only liv'd but till he was a man ;

Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, -
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm’d Hail, king of Scotland !
In the unshrinking station where he fought,


King of Scotland, hail ! But like a man he died.

(Flourish. Siw. Then he is dead ?

Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your

time, cause of sorrow

Before we reckon with your several loves, Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then And make us even with you. My thanes and It hath no end.

kinsinen, Siw Had he his hurts before?

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Rosse. Ay, on the front.

In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, Siw.

Why, then, God's soldier be he! Which would be planted newly with the time, Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, I would not wish them to a fairer death :

That fled the snares of watch ful tyranny ; And so his knell is knoll'd.

Producing forth the cruel ministers Mal.

He's worth more sorrow, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ; And that I'll spend for him.

Who, as 'tis thought, hy self and violent hands Siw.

He's worth no more ;

Took off her life ; This, and what needful else They say, he parted well, and paid his score : That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, So, God be with him!— Here comes newer comfort. We will perform in measure, time, and place :

So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head on a pole.

Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold,

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LEWIS, the Dauphin.
Prunce Henry, his son ; afterwards King Henry III. ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA.
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late Duke Cardinal PanduLPH, the Pope's imate.

of Bretagne, the elder brother of King John. MELUN, a French lord. WuLLIAN MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.

CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King Jolin. GEFFREY Fitz-PETER, Earl of Essex, chief justiciary of England.

Elinor, the widow of King Henry II., and mother Willian LONCSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.

of King John. Robert Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.

CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur.
Hubert De Burgh, chamberlain to the King. Blanch, daughter to Alphonso, K’ing of Castile, and
Robert FauLCON BRIDGE, son of sir Robert Faulcon-

niece to King John.

Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, mother to the Bastard and
Philip FauicONBRIDGE, his half-brother, bastard son

Robert Faulconbridge.
to King Richard the First.
James GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge. Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralls,
Peter of Pomfret, a prophet.

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Altendants.
Philip, King of France.

SCENE, — sometimes ir ENGLAND, and sometimes in FRANCE.


SCENE I. - Northampton. A Room of Sicie in K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood the Palace.

for blood,

Controlment for controlment : so answer France. Enter King JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE,

Claat. Then take my king's defiance from my Essex, SALISBURY, and others, with Chatillon.

mouth, King John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would The furthest limit of my embassy. France with us?

K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of

peace : France,

Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; In my behaviour, to the majesty,

Por ere thou canst report I will be there,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.

The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :
Eli. A strange beginning; - borrow'd majesty! So, hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em- And sullen presage of your own decay, -

An honourable cunduct let him have : -
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf Pembroke, look tv't : Farewell, Chatillon.
Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,

[Exeunt Chatillon and PEMBROKE. Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim

Eli. that now, my son ? have I not ever said, To this fair island, and the territories ;

How that ainbitious Constance would nyt cease,
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
Desiring thee to lay aside the swoid.

Upon the right and party of her son ?
Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; This might have been prevented, and made whole,
And put the same into young Arthur's hand, With very easy arguments of love;
Thy nephew and right royal sovereign.

Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody war, K. John. Our strong possession, and our righn To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.

for us.

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