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[cian. More needs she the divine, than the physiGod, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her:-So, good night: [sight: My mind she has mated,* and amaz'd my I think, but dare not speak,

Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeun!. 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


His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Excite the mortified man.t

Ang. Near Birnam wood [coming, Shall we well meet them; that way are they Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with this brother?

Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, And many unrought‡ youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood.

Ment. What does the tyrant?

Cath. Great Dunsinan he strongly fortifies: Some say he s mad; others, that lesser hate Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, [him, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule.

Ang. Now does he feel

His secret murders sticking on his hands:
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Those he commands, move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel the title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Ment. Who then shall blame
His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself, for being there

Cath. Well, march we on,

To give obedience when 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal;
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,
Each drop of us.


Len. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Make we our march towards Birnam.

[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,
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy
Was he not born of woman? The spirts that
All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus:
Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman,
Shall e'er have power on thee..Then fly, false


And mingle with the English epicures:
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sag with doubt, nor shake with

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Serv. Soldiers, Sir.

Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?t Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheyface!

Serv. The English force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am sick at heart,

When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me ow.
I have liv d long enough: my way of life
Is fall'n into the seart the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, lo e, obedience. troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in thei stead,
Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour,
[dare not.
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but

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Il Sink.

*Base fellow. + Dry.


An appellation of contempt. Scour.

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Mal Let every soldier hew him down a bough, shadow And bear't before him; thereby shall we The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us.

Sold. It shall be done.

Siw. We learn no other, but the confident

Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down befor't.

Mal. '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.

Macd. Let our just censures
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: [strength The cry is still, They come : Our castle's Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Till famine, and the ague, eat them up: Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, [beard, We might have met them dareful, beard to And beat them backward home. What is that noise? [A cry within of Women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears; The time has been, my senses would have cool'd

To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at dismal treaties rouse, and stir
As life were in't I have supp'd full with

Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.-Wherefore was that cry?

Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief


Life's but a walking shadow: a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.-

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Wi hin this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove.

M.cb. If thou speak'st false,

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Tll famine cling* thee: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost forme as much.-
I pull in resolution; and begin


To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane; -and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and
If this which he avouches, does appear,
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, [undone.-
And wish the estate o'the world were now
Ring the alarm bell:-Blow, wind! come,

At least we'll die with harnesst on our back.
SCENE VI-The same.-A plain before the

Enter with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old
SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army, with

Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down,

[uncle, And show like those you are:-You worthy Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, According to our order.

Siw. Fare you well.

Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Mad. Make all our trumpets speak; give
them all breath,

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Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with | Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,'
Here may you see the tyrant.
Macb. I'll not yield,

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, My wife and children's ghost will haunt me still. [arms

I cannot strike at wretched kernes," whose Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,

Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Isheathe 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. [Exit. Alarum.

Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord;-The castle's gently render'd:

The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.

Mal. We have met with foes

That strike beside us.

Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle.

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Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.

Macd. 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.

Meeb Accursed be that tongue that tells me For it hath cow'd my better part of man! [so, And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That pa ters 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.

Maed. Then yie'd thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Reported with clamour.

The air which cannot be cut.


To kiss the ground before young Malcom's
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 1 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.

Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and

Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd.

Siu. Some must go off: and yet, by these So great a day as this is cheaply bought. [I see Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord,has paid a soldier's He only liv'd but till he was a man ; [debt: The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died.

Siu. Then he is dead?

Rosse Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow

Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then It hath no end.

Siw. Had he his hurts before?

Rosse. Ay, on the front.

Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so his knell is knoll'd.

Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
And that I'll spend for him.

Siw. He's worth no more;

They say, he parted well, and paid his score: So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort.

Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S Head on a Pole.

Med. Hail, King! for so thou art? Behold,

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Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do,
Which woul'd be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exil'd friends abroad;
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend like queen;
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life;-This, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time and place:
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
[Flourish. Exeun!.

*The kingdom's wealth and ornament.




PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards King
Henry III.

ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey,
late Duke of Bretagne, the elder Bro-
ther of King John.

WILLIAM MARSHALL, Earl of Pembroke.
GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, Chief
Justiciary of England.

WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salsbury.
ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.

HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the King.

PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-brother, bas-
tard Son to King Richard the First.
JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulcon.

PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet.
PHILIP, King of France.

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K. John Now, say, Chatillon, what would
France with us?

Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king
of France,

In my behaviour, to the majesty,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.

Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd ma-

K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the

Cat. Philip of France, in right and true be-
Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's on,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
To this fair island, and the territories;
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine:
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Which sways usurpingly these s veral titles;
And put the same into young Arthur s hand,
Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

K. John. What follows, if we disallow of

Chat The proud control of fierce and bloody


To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
K. John Here have we war for war, and
blood for blood,

SO answer

Controlment for controlment :
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my
The furthest limit of my embassy. [mouth,

*In the manner I now do.

K. John Bear mine to him, and so depart in

Be thou as lightning in the e es of France;
The thunder of my canon shall be heard:
For ere thou canst report I will be there;
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
An honourable conduct let him have:-
And sullen presage of your own decay.-
Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon.

Eli. What now, my son? have I not ever


Till she had kind d France, and all the world,
How that ambitious Constance would not
This might have been prevented, and made
U on the right and party of her son?
Which now the manage* of two kingdoms must
With very easy arguments of love; [whole,
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

K. Jon Our strong possession, and our
right, for us.

Eli. Your strong possession, much more than
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me:
your right;
So much my onscience whispers in your ear;
Which none but heaven, and you, and 1, shall


Enter the heriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers EssEx.

Essex. My liege, here is the strangest con


Come from the country to be judg'd by you,
That ere I heard: Shall I produce the men?
K. John. Let them approach -

[Exit Sheriff. Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay

* Conduct, administration.

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Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, I Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd and PHILIP his bastard brother.

This expedition's charge.-What men are you?
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Of Coeur-de-lion knighted in the field.
K. John. What art thou?

Rob. The son and heir to that same

K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the


His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
That this, my mother's son, was none of his;
And, if he were,
he came into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my leige, let me have whatis mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will,

K. John. Sirrab, your brother is legitimate;
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him:
Faul-And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Which fault lies on the hazard of all husbands
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
That marry wives, Tell me, how if my brother
Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have
In sooth, he might: then, if he were my bro-
This calf, bred from his cow, from all the

You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty
That is well known; and as I think, one
But. for the certain knowledge of that truth,
I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother;
Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame
thy mother,

And wound her honour wit this diffidence.

Bast. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;
That is my brother's plea, and none of mine;
The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out
At least fair from five hundred pound a year:
Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my

K. John. A good blunt fellow :-Why, being
younger born,

Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
Bast. I know not why except to get the land.
But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
But whe'r* I be as true-begot, or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head;
But, that I am as well begot, my leige,
(Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!)
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
If old Sir Robert did beget us both,
And were our father, and this son like him ;-
Oold Sir Robert, father, on my knee
I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
K. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven

lent us here!

Eli. He hath a trickt of Coeur-de-lion's face, The accent of his tongue affecteth him: Do not read some tokens of my son you In the large compositon of this man? K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,

[speak, And finds them perfect Richard. Sirrah, And doth move you to claim your brother's land?

Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my

With that half-face, would he have all my land;
A half-faced groat five hundred pounds a year!
Rob. My gracious leige, when that my father

Your brother did employ my father much ;-
Bast. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my


Yourtale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there, with the emperor,
To treat of high affairs touching that time:
The advantage of his absence took the king,
And in the mean time sojurn'd at my father's:
Where how he did prevail I shame to speak;
But truth is truth; large length of seas and


Between my father and my mother lay,
(As I have heard my father speak himself,)
When this same lusty gentleman was got.

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[father, My brother might not claim him; nor your Being none of his, refuse him: This con


My mother's son did get your father's heir; Your father's heir must have your father's land.

Rob. Shal then my father's will be of no


To dispossess that child which is not his?
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, Sir,
Than was his will to get me, as I think.

Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faul

And like thy brother, to enjoy the land;
Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence and no land beside ?

Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him;
My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face es
And if my legs were two such riding-rods,


That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,
Lest men should say, Look, where three-far-
things goes!

Would I might never stir from off this place,
And to his shape, were heir to all this land,
I would not be Sir Nobt in any case.
I'd give it every foot to have this face;

Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy

Bequath to him thy land and follow me?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take

my chance:
Your face hath got five hundred pounds &
Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.
Yet sell your face for fivepence and 'tis dear.-

Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me


Bast. Our country manners give our betters way.

K. John. What is thy name?

Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son.
Bast Philip, my leige: so is my name begun;
K. John. From henceforth bear his name
whose form thou bear'st:

Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great>
Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet.

Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me
My father gave me honour, yours gave
your hand;
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
When I was got, Sir Robert was away.

Eli. The very spirit of Platagenet!-
I am thy grand dame, Richard; call me so.
Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth:
what though?
Dignity of appearance
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