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The Witches
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by The Bard
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ACT I<br>
SCENE I. A desert place.<br>
<br>
( Thunder and lightning.<br> Enter three Witches ) <br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
When shall we three meet<br> again<br>
In thunder, lightning, or in<br> rain?<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
When the hurlyburly's done,<br>
When the battle's lost and<br> won.<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
That will be ere the set of<br> sun.<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Where the place?<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Upon the heath.<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
There to meet with<br> Macbeth.<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
I come, Graymalkin!<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Paddock calls.<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
Anon.<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
<br>
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:<br>
Hover through the fog and<br> filthy air.<br>
<br>
( Exeunt )<br>
<br>
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<br>
SCENE III. A heath near Forres.<br>
<br>
( Thunder. Enter the three<br> Witches )<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Where hast thou been,<br> sister?<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Killing swine.<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
Sister, where thou?<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
A sailor's wife had<br> chestnuts in her lap,<br>
And munch'd, and munch'd,<br> and munch'd:--<br>
'Give me,' quoth I:<br>
'Aroint thee, witch!' the<br> rump-fed ronyon cries.<br>
Her husband's to Aleppo<br> gone, master o' the Tiger:<br>
But in a sieve I'll thither<br> sail,<br>
And, like a rat without a<br> tail,<br>
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
I'll give thee a wind.<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Thou'rt kind.<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
And I another.<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
I myself have all the other,<br>
And the very ports they<br> blow,<br>
All the quarters that they<br> know<br>
I' the shipman's card.<br>
I will drain him dry as hay:<br>
Sleep shall neither night nor<br> day<br>
Hang upon his pent-house<br> lid;<br>
He shall live a man forbid:<br>
Weary se'nnights nine times<br> nine<br>
Shall he dwindle, peak and<br> pine:<br>
Though his bark cannot be<br> lost,<br>
Yet it shall be<br> tempest-tost.<br>
Look what I have.<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Show me, show me.<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Here I have a pilot's thumb,<br>
Wreck'd as homeward he<br> did come.<br>
<br>
( Drum within )<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
A drum, a drum!<br>
Macbeth doth come.<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
<br>
The weird sisters, hand in<br> hand,<br>
Posters of the sea and land,<br>
Thus do go about, about:<br>
Thrice to thine and thrice<br> to mine<br>
And thrice again, to make<br> up nine.<br>
Peace! the charm's wound<br> up.<br>
<br>
( Enter MACBETH and BANQUO )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
So foul and fair a day I<br> have not seen.<br>
<br>
BANQUO<br>
<br>
How far is't call'd to<br> Forres? What are these<br>
So wither'd and so wild in<br> their attire,<br>
That look not like the<br> inhabitants o' the earth,<br>
And yet are on't? Live you?<br> Or are you aught<br>
That man may question?<br> You seem to understand<br> me,<br>
By each at once her chappy<br> finger laying<br>
Upon her skinny lips: you<br> should be women,<br>
And yet your beards forbid<br> me to interpret<br>
That you are so.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Speak, if you can: what are<br> you?<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
All hail, Macbeth! hail to<br> thee, thane of Glamis!<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
All hail, Macbeth, hail to<br> thee, thane of Cawdor!<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
All hail, Macbeth, thou<br> shalt be king hereafter!<br>
<br>
BANQUO<br>
<br>
Good sir, why do you start;<br> and seem to fear<br>
Things that do sound so<br> fair? I' the name of truth,<br>
Are ye fantastical, or that<br> indeed<br>
Which outwardly ye show?<br> My noble partner<br>
You greet with present<br> grace and great prediction<br>
Of noble having and of<br> royal hope,<br>
That he seems rapt withal:<br> to me you speak not.<br>
If you can look into the<br> seeds of time,<br>
And say which grain will<br> grow and which will not,<br>
Speak then to me, who<br> neither beg nor fear<br>
Your favours nor your<br> hate.<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Hail!<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Hail!<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
Hail!<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Lesser than Macbeth, and<br> greater.<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Not so happy, yet much<br> happier.<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
Thou shalt get kings,<br> though thou be none:<br>
So all hail, Macbeth and<br> Banquo!<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Banquo and Macbeth, all<br> hail!<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Stay, you imperfect<br> speakers, tell me more:<br>
By Sinel's death I know I am<br> thane of Glamis;<br>
But how of Cawdor? the<br> thane of Cawdor lives,<br>
A prosperous gentleman;<br> and to be king<br>
Stands not within the<br> prospect of belief,<br>
No more than to be<br> Cawdor. Say from whence<br>
You owe this strange<br> intelligence? or why<br>
Upon this blasted heath you<br> stop our way<br>
With such prophetic<br> greeting? Speak, I charge<br> you.<br>
<br>
( Witches vanish )<br>
<br>
BANQUO<br>
<br>
The earth hath bubbles, as<br> the water has,<br>
And these are of them.<br> Whither are they vanish'd?<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Into the air; and what<br> seem'd corporal melted<br>
As breath into the wind.<br> Would they had stay'd!<br>
<br>
BANQUO<br>
<br>
Were such things here as<br> we do speak about?<br>
Or have we eaten on the<br> insane root<br>
That takes the reason<br> prisoner?<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br
<br>
Your children shall be kings.<br>
<br>
BANQUO<br>
<br>
You shall be king.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
And thane of Cawdor too:<br> went it not so?<br>
<br>
BANQUO<br>
<br>
To the selfsame tune and<br> words. Who's here?<br>
<br>
( Enter ROSS and ANGUS )<br>
<br>
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<br>
SCENE V. A Heath.<br>
<br>
( Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting BOETHIA )<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Why, how now, Boethia! you<br> look angerly.<br>
<br>
BOETHIA<br>
<br>
Have I not reason, beldams<br> as you are,<br>
Saucy and overbold? How<br> did you dare<br>
To trade and traffic with<br> Macbeth<br>
In riddles and affairs of<br> death;<br>
And I, the mistress of your<br> charms,<br>
The close contriver of all<br> harms,<br>
Was never call'd to bear<br> my part,<br>
Or show the glory of our<br> art?<br>
And, which is worse, all<br> you have done<br>
Hath been but for a<br> wayward son,<br>
Spiteful and wrathful, who,<br> as others do,<br>
Loves for his own ends, not<br> for you.<br>
But make amends now: get<br> you gone,<br>
And at the pit of Acheron<br>
Meet me i' the morning:<br> thither he<br>
Will come to know his<br> destiny:<br>
Your vessels and your<br> spells provide,<br>
Your charms and every<br> thing beside.<br>
I am for the air; this night<br> I'll spend<br>
Unto a dismal and a fatal<br> end:<br>
Great business must be<br> wrought ere noon:<br>
Upon the corner of the<br> moon<br>
There hangs a vaporous<br> drop profound;<br>
I'll catch it ere it come to<br> ground:<br>
And that distill'd by magic<br> sleights<br>
Shall raise such artificial <br> sprites<br>
As by the strength<br> of their illusion<br>
Shall draw him on to his<br> confusion:<br>
He shall spurn fate, scorn<br> death, and bear<br>
He hopes 'bove wisdom,<br> grace and fear:<br>
And you all know, security<br>
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.<br>
<br>
( Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' & c)<br>
<br>
Hark! I am call'd; my little<br> spirit, see,<br>
Sits in a foggy cloud, and<br> stays for me.<br>
<br>
( Exit )<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Come, let's make haste;<br> she'll soon be back again.<br>
<br>
( Exeunt )<br>
<br>
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<br>
SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.<br>
<br>
( Thunder. Enter the three Witches )<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Thrice the brinded cat hath<br> mew'd.<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Thrice and once the<br> hedge-pig whined.<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis<br> time.<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Round about the cauldron<br> go;<br>
In the poison'd entrails<br> throw.<br>
Toad, that under cold stone<br>
Days and nights has<br> thirty-one<br>
Swelter'd venom sleeping<br> got,<br>
Boil thou first i' the <br> charmed pot.<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
<br>
Double, double toil and<br> trouble;<br>
Fire burn, and cauldron<br> bubble.<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Fillet of a fenny snake,<br>
In the cauldron boil and<br> bake;<br>
Eye of newt and toe of<br> frog,<br>
Wool of bat and tongue of<br> dog,<br>
Adder's fork and<br> blind-worm's sting,<br>
Lizard's leg and owlet's<br> wing,<br>
For a charm of powerful<br> trouble,<br>
Like a hell-broth boil and<br> bubble.<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
<br>
Double, double toil and<br> trouble;<br>
Fire burn and cauldron<br> bubble.<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
Scale of dragon, tooth of<br> wolf,<br>
Witches' mummy, maw and<br> gulf<br>
Of the ravin'd salt-sea<br> shark,<br>
Root of hemlock digg'd i'<br> the dark,<br>
Liver of blaspheming priux,<br>
Gall of goat, and slips of<br> yew<br>
Silver'd in the moon's<br> eclipse,<br>
Nose of Nord and <br> RedGuard's lips,<br>
Finger of birth-strangled<br> babe<br>
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,<br>
Make the gruel thick and<br> slab:<br>
Add thereto a tiger's<br> chaudron,<br>
For the ingredients of our<br> cauldron.<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
<br>
Double, double toil and<br> trouble;<br>
Fire burn and cauldron<br> bubble.<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Cool it with a baboon's<br> blood,<br>
Then the charm is firm and<br> good.<br>
<br>
( Enter BOETHIA to the three Witches )<br>
<br>
BOETHIA<br>
<br>
O well done! I commend<br> your pains;<br>
And every one shall share i'<br> the gains;<br>
And now about the<br> cauldron sing,<br>
Live elves and fairies in a<br> ring,<br>
Enchanting all that you put<br> in.<br>
<br>
( Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' & c )<br>
<br>
( BOETHIA retires )<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
By the pricking of my<br> thumbs,<br>
Something wicked this way<br> comes.<br>
Open, locks,<br>
Whoever knocks!<br>
<br>
( Enter MACBETH )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
How now, you secret, black,<br> and midnight hags!<br>
What is't you do?<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
<br>
A deed without a name.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
I conjure you, by that which<br> you profess,<br>
Howe'er you come to know<br> it, answer me:<br>
Though you untie the winds<br> and let them fight<br>
Against the churches;<br> though the yesty waves<br>
Confound and swallow<br> navigation up;<br>
Though bladed corn be<br> lodged and trees blown<br> down;<br>
Though castles topple on<br> their warders' heads;<br>
Though palaces and<br> pyramids do slope<br>
Their heads to their<br> foundations; though the<br> treasure<br>
Of nature's germens tumble<br> all together,<br>
Even till destruction sicken;<br> answer me<br>
To what I ask you.<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Speak.<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Demand.<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
We'll answer.<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Say, if thou'dst rather hear<br> it from our mouths,<br>
Or from our masters?<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Call 'em; let me see 'em.<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Pour in sow's blood, that<br> hath eaten<br>
Her nine farrow; grease<br> that's sweaten<br>
From the murderer's gibbet<br> throw<br>
Into the flame.<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
<br>
Come, high or low;<br>
Thyself and office deftly<br> show!<br>
<br>
( Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Tell me, thou unknown<br> power,--<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
He knows thy thought:<br>
Hear his speech, but say<br> thou nought.<br>
<br>
First Apparition<br>
<br>
Macbeth! Macbeth!<br> Macbeth! beware Macduff;<br>
Beware the thane of Fife.<br> Dismiss me. Enough.<br>
<br>
( Descends )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Whate'er thou art, for thy<br> good caution, thanks;<br>
Thou hast harp'd my fear<br> aright: but one<br>
word more,--<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
He will not be commanded:<br> here's another,<br>
More potent than the first.<br>
<br>
( Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child )<br>
<br>
Second Apparition<br>
<br>
Macbeth! Macbeth!<br> Macbeth!<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Had I three ears, I'ld hear<br> thee.<br>
<br>
Second Apparition<br>
<br>
Be bloody, bold, and<br> resolute; laugh to scorn<br>
The power of man, for none<br> of woman born<br>
Shall harm Macbeth.<br>
<br>
( Descends )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Then live, Macduff: what<br> need I fear of thee?<br>
But yet I'll make assurance<br> double sure,<br>
And take a bond of fate:<br> thou shalt not live;<br>
That I may tell<br> pale-hearted fear it lies,<br>
And sleep in spite of<br> thunder.<br>
<br>
( Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand )<br>
<br>
What is this<br>
That rises like the issue of<br> a king,<br>
And wears upon his<br> baby-brow the round<br>
And top of sovereignty?<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
<br>
Listen, but speak not to't.<br>
<br>
Third Apparition<br>
<br>
Be lion-mettled, proud; and<br> take no care<br>
Who chafes, who frets, or<br> where conspirers are:<br>
Macbeth shall never<br> vanquish'd be until<br>
Great Birnam wood to high<br> Dunsinane hill<br>
Shall come against him.<br>
<br>
( Descends )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
That will never be<br>
Who can impress the<br> forest, bid the tree<br>
Unfix his earth-bound<br> root? Sweet bodements!<br> good!<br>
Rebellion's head, rise never<br> till the wood<br>
Of Birnam rise, and our<br> high-placed Macbeth<br>
Shall live the lease of<br> nature, pay his breath<br>
To time and mortal<br> custom. Yet my heart<br>
Throbs to know one thing:<br> tell me, if your art<br>
Can tell so much: shall<br> Banquo's issue ever<br>
Reign in this kingdom?<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
<br>
Seek to know no more.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
I will be satisfied: deny me<br> this,<br>
And an eternal curse fall<br> on you! Let me know.<br>
Why sinks that cauldron?<br> and what noise is this?<br>
<br>
( Hautboys )<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Show!<br>
<br>
Second Witch<br>
<br>
Show!<br>
<br>
Third Witch<br>
<br>
Show!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
<br>
Show his eyes, and grieve<br> his heart;<br>
Come like shadows, so<br> depart!<br>
<br.
( A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Thou art too like the spirit<br> of Banquo: down!<br>
Thy crown does sear mine<br> eye-balls. And thy hair,<br>
Thou other gold-bound<br> brow, is like the first.<br>
A third is like the former.<br> Filthy hags!<br>
Why do you show me this?<br> A fourth! Start, eyes!<br>
What, will the line stretch<br> out to the crack of doom?<br>
Another yet! A seventh! I'll<br> see no more:<br>
And yet the eighth appears,<br> who bears a glass<br>
Which shows me many<br> more; and some I see<br>
That two-fold balls and<br> treble scepters carry:<br>
Horrible sight! Now, I see,<br> 'tis true;<br>
For the blood-bolter'd<br> Banquo smiles upon me,<br>
And points at them for his.<br>
<br>
( Apparitions vanish )<br>
<br>
What, is this so?<br>
<br>
First Witch<br>
<br>
Ay, sir, all this is so: but<br> why<br>
Stands Macbeth thus<br> amazedly?<br>
Come, sisters, cheer we up<br> his sprites,<br>
And show the best of our<br> delights:<br>
I'll charm the air to give a<br> sound,<br>
While you perform your<br> antic round:<br>
That this great king may<br> kindly say,<br>
Our duties did his welcome<br> pay.<br>
<br>
( Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with BOETHIA )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Where are they? Gone? Let<br> this pernicious hour<br>
Stand aye accursed in the<br> calendar!<br>
Come in, without there!<br>
<br>
Enter LENNOX<br>
<br>
LENNOX<br>
<br>
What's your grace's will?<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Saw you the weird sisters?<br>
<br>
LENNOX<br>
<br>
No, my lord.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Came they not by you?<br>
<br>
LENNOX<br>
<br>
No, indeed, my lord.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Infected be the air whereon<br> they ride;<br>
And damn'd all those that<br> trust them! I did hear<br>
The galloping of horse: who<br> was't came by?<br>
<br>
LENNOX<br>
<br>
'Tis two or three, my lord,<br> that bring you word<br>
Macduff is fled to<br> Morrowind.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Fled to Morrowind!<br>
<br>
LENNOX<br>
<br>
Ay, my good lord.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Time, thou anticipatest my<br> dread exploits:<br>
The flighty purpose never is<br> o'ertook<br>
Unless the deed go with it;<br> from this moment<br>
The very firstlings of my<br> heart shall be<br>
The firstlings of my hand.<br> And even now,<br>
To crown my thoughts<br> with acts, be it thought<br> and done:<br>
The castle of Macduff I will<br> surprise;<br>
Seize upon Fife; give to the<br> edge o' the sword<br>
His wife, his babes, and all<br> unfortunate souls<br>
That trace him in his line.<br> No boasting like a fool;<br>
This deed I'll do before this<br> purpose cool.<br>
But no more sights!--Where<br> are these gentlemen?<br>
Come, bring me where they<br> are.<br>
<br>
( Exeunt )<br>
<br>
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Messenger<br>
<br>
Gracious my lord,<br>
I should report that which I<br> say I saw,<br>
But know not how to do it.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Well, say, sir.<br>
<br>
Messenger<br>
<br>
As I did stand my watch<br> upon the hill,<br>
I look'd toward Birnam,<br> and anon, methought,<br>
The wood began to move.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Liar and slave!<br>
<br>
Messenger<br>
<br>
Let me endure your wrath,<br> if't be not so:<br>
Within this three mile may<br> you see it coming;<br>
I say, a moving grove.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
If thou speak'st false,<br>
Upon the next tree shalt<br> thou hang alive,<br>
Till famine cling thee: if thy<br> speech be sooth,<br>
I care not if thou dost for<br> me as much.<br>
I pull in resolution, and<br> begin<br>
To doubt the equivocation<br> of the fiend<br>
That lies like truth: 'Fear<br> not, till Birnam wood<br>
Do come to Dunsinane:' and<br> now a wood<br>
Comes toward Dunsinane.<br> Arm, arm, and out!<br>
If this which he avouches<br> does appear,<br>
There is nor flying hence<br> nor tarrying here.<br>
I gin to be aweary of the<br> sun,<br>
And wish the estate o' the<br> world were now undone.<br>
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow,<br> wind! come, wrack!<br>
At least we'll die with<br> harness on our back.<br>
<br>
( Exeunt )<br>
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SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle.<br>
<br>
( Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs ) <br>
<br>
MALCOLM<br>
<br>
Now near enough: your<br> leafy screens throw down.<br>
And show like those you<br> are. You, worthy uncle,<br>
Shall, with my cousin, your<br> right-noble son,<br>
Lead our first battle: <br> worthy Macduff and we<br>
Shall take upon 's what else<br> remains to do,<br>
According to our order.<br>
<br>
SIWARD<br>
<br>
Fare you well.<br>
Do we but find the tyrant's<br> power to-night,<br>
Let us be beaten, if we<br> cannot fight.<br>
<br>
MACDUFF<br>
<br>
Make all our trumpets<br> speak; give them all breath,<br>
Those clamorous<br> harbingers of blood and<br> death.<br>
<br>
( Exeunt )<br>
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SCENE VII. Another part of the field.<br>
<br>
( Alarums. Enter MACBETH)<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
They have tied me to a<br> stake; I cannot fly,<br>
But, bear-like, I must fight<br> the course. What's he<br>
That was not born of<br> woman? Such a one<br>
Am I to fear, or none.<br>
<br>
( Enter YOUNG SIWARD )<br>
<br>
YOUNG SIWARD<br>
<br>
What is thy name?<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.<br>
<br>
YOUNG SIWARD<br>
<br>
No; though thou call'st<br> thyself a hotter name<br>
Than any is in hell.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
My name's Macbeth.<br>
<br>
YOUNG SIWARD<br>
<br>
Molag Bal himself could not<br> pronounce a title<br>
More hateful to mine ear.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
No, nor more fearful.<br>
<br>
YOUNG SIWARD<br>
<br>
Thou liest, abhorred tyrant;<br> with my sword<br>
I'll prove the lie thou<br> speak'st.<br>
<br>
( They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Thou wast born of woman<br>
But swords I smile at,<br> weapons laugh to scorn,<br>
Brandish'd by man that's<br> of a woman born.<br>
<br>
( Exit )<br>
<br>
( Alarums. Enter MACDUFF )<br>
<br>
MACDUFF<br>
<br>
That way the noise is.<br> Tyrant, show thy face!<br>
If thou be'st slain and with<br> no stroke of mine,<br>
My wife and children's<br> ghosts will haunt me still.<br>
I cannot strike at wretched<br> kerns, whose arms<br>
Are hired to bear their<br> staves: either thou,<br> Macbeth,<br>
Or else my sword with an<br> unbatter'd edge<br>
I sheathe again undeeded.<br> There thou shouldst be;<br>
By this great clatter, one of<br> greatest note<br>
Seems bruited. Let me find<br> him, fortune!<br>
And more I beg not.<br>
<br>
( Exit. Alarums )<br>
<br>
( Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD )<br>
<br>
SIWARD<br>
<br>
This way, my lord; the<br> castle's gently render'd:<br>
The tyrant's people on both<br> sides do fight;<br>
The noble thanes do<br> bravely in the war;<br>
The day almost itself<br> professes yours,<br>
And little is to do.<br>
<br>
MALCOLM<br>
<br>
We have met with foes<br>
That strike beside us.<br>
<br>
SIWARD<br>
<br>
Enter, sir, the castle.<br>
<br>
( Exeunt. Alarums )<br>
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SCENE VIII. Another part of the field.<br>
<br>
( Enter MACBETH )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Why should I play the<br> Reman fool, and die<br>
On mine own sword? whiles<br> I see lives, the gashes<br>
Do better upon them.<br>
<br>
( Enter MACDUFF )<br>
<br>
MACDUFF<br>
<br>
Turn, hell-hound, turn!<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Of all men else I have<br> avoided thee:<br>
But get thee back; my soul<br> is too much charged<br>
With blood of thine already.<br>
<br>
MACDUFF<br>
<br>
I have no words:<br>
My voice is in my sword:<br> thou bloodier villain<br>
Than terms can give thee<br> out!<br>
<br>
( They fight )<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Thou losest labour:<br>
As easy mayst thou the<br> intrenchant air<br>
With thy keen sword<br> impress as make me bleed:<br>
Let fall thy blade on<br> vulnerable crests;<br>
I bear a charmed life,<br> which must not yield,<br>
To one of woman born.<br>
<br>
MACDUFF<br>
<br>
Despair thy charm;<br>
And let the angel whom<br> thou still hast served<br>
Tell thee, Macduff was<br> from his mother's womb<br>
Untimely ripp'd.<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
Accursed be that tongue<br> that tells me so,<br>
For it hath cow'd my better<br> part of man!<br>
And be these juggling<br> fiends no more believed,<br>
That palter with us in a<br> double sense;<br>
That keep the word of<br> promise to our ear,<br>
And break it to our hope.<br> I'll not fight with thee.<br>
<br>
MACDUFF<br>
<br>
Then yield thee, coward,<br>
And live to be the show<br> and gaze o' the time:<br>
We'll have thee, as our<br> rarer monsters are,<br>
Painted on a pole, and<br> underwrit,<br>
'Here may you see the<br> tyrant.'<br>
<br>
<br>
MACBETH<br>
<br>
I will not yield,<br>
To kiss the ground before<br> young Malcolm's feet,<br>
And to be baited with the<br> rabble's curse.<br>
Though Birnam wood be<br> come to Dunsinane,<br>
And thou opposed, being of<br> no woman born,<br>
Yet I will try the last.<br> Before my body<br>
I throw my warlike shield.<br> Lay on, Macduff,<br>
And damn'd be him that<br> first cries, 'Hold, enough!'<br>
<br>
( Exeunt, fighting. Alarums)<br>
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Modified excerpts from<br>
Macbeth<br>
by William Shakespeare.