ACT V. SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gentlewoman. 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 nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most 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 any time, have you heard her say? Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you should. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. Lo you, Enter Lady MACBETH, with a taper. here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her: stand close. Doct. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her command. Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Doct. Even so? gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Ang. Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, rubs her hands. 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 I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. 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. And many unrough youths, 7) that even now Cath. Well, march we on, Len. SCENE III. [Exeunt, marching. 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 Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus: 10) sick at heart, Seyton! I a am When I behold Seyton, I say! This push Enter SEYTON. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Give me my armour. Sey. Macb. I'll put it on. "Tis not needed yet. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; 16) Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff: Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me: Come, sir, despatch: If thou could'st, doctor, cast The water of my land, 17) 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. SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane. A Wood in view. Siw. What wood is this before us? The wood of Birnam. It shall be done. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, The numbers of our host, and make discovery And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow Err in report of us. Sold. Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't. Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Macd. The time approaches, Siw. 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 issues strokes must arbitrate: 18) 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; The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength 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, 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 women, my good lord. Macb. I have alinost 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 19) 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. 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 candle! 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. Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Mess. Gracious my lord, I shall report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. 2) Macb. 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. Liar, and slave! [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: 2) if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. Alarums. Enter MACDUff. Macd. That way the noise is: thy face: Tyrant, show If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st be; Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. render'd: the castle's gently 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. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, 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, I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Colours, Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, Siw. Then he is dead? Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then Siw. Had he his hurts before? Rosse. Ay, on the front. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on a Pole. I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, 26) All. King of Scotland, hail! 27) [Flourish. Why then, God's soldier be he! That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: He's worth more sorrow, comfort. Producing forth the cruel ministers Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; [Flourish. Exeunt. PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-brother, Bastard SCBNB ACT I. PHILIP, King of France. Cardinal PANDULPH, the Pope's Legate. 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 Niece to King John. Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard and Robert Faulconbridge. Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, sometimes in England, and sometimes in France. SCENE I. Northampton. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter King JOHN, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON. King John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us? In my behaviour, 2) to the majesty, Eli. A strange beginning; borrow'd majesty! K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war, To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. 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. K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace: Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; For ere thou canst report I will be there, The thunder of my cannon shall be heard: So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, And sullen presage of your own decay, An honourable conduct let him have: [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, K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us. right; Or else it must go wrong with you and me: Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers EssEX. Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, This expedition's charge. What men are you? 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. |