That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afear'd? What eyes, And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle heaven, Mal. The night is long, that never finds the day. ACT V. [Exe. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked ? Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account 7-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. 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! Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,— Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir. Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. I Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale:-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so? the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. again return to bed; yet all this while in a most More needs she the divine, than the physician.fast sleep. Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching. In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking, and other actual performances, what, at I any time, have you heard her say? Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. should. Gent. 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. God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The country near Dunsinane. Enter, with drum and colours, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Doct. How came she by that light? Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. 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! (1) All pause, (2) Dark, (3) Confounded. Near Birnam wood Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Ment. Now does he feel (4) A religious; an ascetic, (5) Unbearded, Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medicin' of the sickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. Len. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A room in the castle. Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, And mingle with the English epicures: How does your patient, doctor? Docl. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Cure her of that: Macb. Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.- of them? Dect. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation I Bring it after me.▬▬ will not be afraid of death and bane, [Eril. Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, [Exit. Profit again should hardly draw me here. SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane; A wood in view. Enter, with drum and colors, Malcolm, Old Siward and his Son, Macduff, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, Lenox, Rosse, and Sol The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon; diers, marching. Serv. There is ten thousand- Geese, villain? When I behold-Seyton, I say!--This push Enter Seyton. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Mecb. I'll put it on. mour. (1) The physician. (2) Sink. (3) Base fellow, Sold. It shall be done. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down befor't. '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. Let our just censures Macd. Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. Siw. 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, with drums and colours, Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. The cry is still, They come: Our casile's strength Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Enter a Messenger. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. SCENE VII.-The same. Another part of the Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, Enter Young Siward. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? ter name My name's Macbeth. Than any is in hell. a title Macb. I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. Macb. [They fight, and Young Siward is slain. Thou wast born of woman. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Mess. Gracious my lord, I shall report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Well, say, sir. Macb. Macb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Ex. Alarums. Enter Macduff. Macd. 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. cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Within this three mile may you see it coming; I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be; By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not. I say, a moving grove. If thou speak'st false, Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die SCENE VI-The same. A plain before the cas-On mine own sword? whiles I sce lives, the gashes tle. Enter, with drums and colours, Malcolm. Do better upon them. Old Siward, Macduff, &c. and their boughs. 338 MACBETH. As easy may'st thou the entrenchant air1 I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Despair thy charm; Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee. And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. Macb. I'll not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar- Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these, I see, Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. debt: He only liv'd but till he was a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Then he is dead? Siw. Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then It hath no end. Siw. Had he his hurts before? Rosse. Aye, on the front. He's worth more sorrow, Mal. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: King of Scotland, hail! And make us even with you. My thanes and kins priety of its fiction, and solemnity, grandeur, and This play is deservedly celebrated for the provariety of its action; but it has no nice discriminations of character; the events are too great to admit the influence of particular dispositions, and the course of the action necessarily determines the conduct of the agents. The danger of ambition is well described; and I know not whether it may not be said, in defence of some parts which now seem improbable, that in Shakspeare's time it was necessary to warn credulity against vain and illusive predictions. The passions are directed to their true end. Lady Why then, God's soldier be he! Macbeth is merely detested; and though the cou rage of Macbeth preserves some esteem, yet every reader rejoices at his fall. Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: (1) The air, which cannot be cut. (2) Shuffle. (339 KING JOHN. King John. PERSONS REPRESENTED. Lewis, the dauphin. Prince Henry, his son; afterward King Henry III. Arch-duke of Austria. William Marshall, earl of Pembroke. William Longsword, earl of Salisbury. Hubert de Burgh, chamberlain to the king. 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 Lady Faulconbridge, mother to the bastard, and Philip Faulconbridge, his half-brother, bastard son Lords, ladies, citizens of Angiers, sheriff, heralds, to King Richard the First. James Gurney, servant to Lady Faulconbridge. Peter of Pomfret, a prophet. officers, soldiers, messengers, and other attend ants. Scene, sometimes in England, and sometimes in Philip, king of France. ACT I. The thunder of my cannon shall be heard: So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, SCENE I.-Northampton. A room of state in And sullen presage of your own decay.— the palace. Enter King John, Queen Elinor, An honourable conduct let him have: Pembroke, Essex, Salisbury, and others, with Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. Chatillon. King John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France us? with Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king In my behaviour,' to the majesty, of Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty! Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? 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. [Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke. Eli. What 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, Which now the manage of two kingdoms must K. John. Our strong possession, and our right Eli. Your strong possession, much more than Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert Faulconbridge, and This expedition's charge.--What men are you? K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge; peace: Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; For ere thou canst report I will be there, (1) In the manner I now do. A soldier, by the honour-giving hand (2) Conduct, administration. |