Mach. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.Come, put mine armor on; give me my staff.Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me:Coine, sir, despatch:-If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.— What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence!-Hearest thou of them? Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something. Mach. Bring it after me.I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. 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 Soldiers, marching. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand That chambers will be safe. Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Ment. The wood of Birnam. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us. Sold. It shall be done. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Till famine, and ague, eat them up: Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home. What is that noise? [A cry within of women. Sey. It is the cry of woman, 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 a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; 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.- Enter a Messenger Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly I shall report that which I say I saw, Macb. Liar, and slave! Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, [Exeunt. SCENE VI-A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colors, MALCOLM, old SiWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, with Boughs. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw Siw. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Mach. They have tied me to a stake: I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's he, That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none. Enter young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Macb. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. 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. 7 Shrivel. If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheath again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; And little is to do. I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. Macb. Thou losest labor: I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. 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. Here may you see the tyrant. Macb. I'll not yield. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Foot-soldiers. 1The air which cannot be cut. And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Yet I 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 Co lors, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers. Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arrived. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt. He only liv'd but till he was a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Siw. Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then Siw. Had he his hurts before? kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; KING JOHN. KING JOHN. PERSONS REPRESENTED. PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards K. Henry III. WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury. HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the King. PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-Brother, Bastard JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulconbridge. LEWIS, the Dauphin. CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to K. John. CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard, and Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, SCENE-Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France. ACT I. SCENE I.-Northampton. A Room of State in | The thunder of my cannon shall be heard: the Palace. Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of In my behaviour, to the majesty, El. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty! Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? Controlment for controlment: so answer France. The furthest limit of my embassy. So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, [Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE This might have been prevented, and made whole, 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, K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in 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; * Conduct, administration. A soldier, by the honor-giving hand Of Cœur-de-lion knighted in the field. K. John. What are thou? Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge. K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir? You came not of one mother then, it seems. Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, That is well known; and, as I think, one father: 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 honor with this diffidence. Bust. 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 from fair five hundred pounds a year: Heaven guard my mother's honor, and my land! 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. (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) And were our father, and this son like him;- I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here! Eli. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face, K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, Your brother did employ my father much; Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land; Your tale 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 sojourn'd at my father's; Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak; But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores Between my father and my mother lay, (As I have heard my father speak himself,) When this same lusty gentleman was got. Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd 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 liege, let me have what is mine, My father's land, as was my father's will. K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate; Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him; And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, Had of your father claim'd this son for his? In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world; In sooth he might: then, if he were my brother's, My brother might not claim him; nor your father, Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes, My mother's son did get your father's heir; Your father's heir must have your father's land. Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, 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 Faulconbridge, Trace, outline. And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, I would not be sir Nob in any case. Eli. I like thee well: Wilt thou forsake thy Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year; Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. K. John. What is thy name? Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun; Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great: Bast. Brother, by my mother's side, give me your hand; My father gave me honor, yours gave land:- Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet! I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so. Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: What though? Something about, a little from the right, In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy desire, A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.- For your conversion. Now your traveller,- It draws toward supper in conclusion so. (And so am I, whether I smack, or no;) Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? That holds in chase mine honor up and down? Bast. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son? Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreve- Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? Gur. Good leave, good Philip. Philip?-sparrow!-James, To whom am I beholden for these limbs? Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honor! What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,-Basilisco like:8 What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder. I have disclaimed sir Robert, and my land; Then, good my mother, let me know my father, Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil. Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy By long and vehement suit I was seduced If thou had'st said him nay, it had been sin; [Exeunt. ACT II SCENE I-France. Before the Walls of Angiers. Attendants. Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.- At our importance, hither is he come, Of the unnatural uncle, English John: Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, In such a just and charitable war. 6 Idle reports. 7 Importunity. K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shall Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, Our messenger Chatillon is arriv’d.— Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, 8 A charaacter in an old drama called Soliman and Perseda. 1 Best stations to over-awe the town. 2 Immediate, expeditious. The Goddess of Revenge. |