"SHELLS EXPLODE" "SHELLS EXPLODE" "What bloody man is that?" "He can report, as seemeth by his plight, of the revolt, the newest state." "This is the sergeant who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'gainst my captivity." "Hail, brave friend!" "Say to the king the knowledge of the broil as thou didst leave it." "Doubtful it stood." "as two spent swimmers, that do cling together and choke their art." "The merciless Macdonald, from the Western Isles, is supplied and fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling showed like a rebel's whore." "But all's too weak for brave Macbeth." "Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel, which smoked with bloody execution carved out his passage till he faced the slave which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, till he unseamed him from the nave to the chaps and fixed his" "head upon our battlements." "Oh, valiant cousin!" "worthy gentleman!" "Mark, king of Scotland, Mark, no sooner justice had with valour armed, but the Norweyan lord surveying vantage with furbished arms and new supplies of men began a fresh assault." "Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?" "Yes as sparrows, eagles, or the hare, the lion." "If I say sooth, I must report they were as cannons overcharged with double cracks, whether they meant to bathe in reeking wounds or memorise another Golgotha, I cannot tell." "But I am faint, my gashes cry for help." "So well thy words become thee as thy wounds." "They smack of honour both." "EXPLOSION" "Go get him surgeons." "MONITOR BEEP QUICKENS" "MONITOR BEEP SLOWS" "MONITOR FLATLINES" "When shall we three meet again?" "In thunder, lightning or in rain?" "When the hurly-burly is done." "When the battle is lost and won." "That will be the set of sun." "Where the place?" "Upon the Heath." "There to meet with..." "ALL:" "Macbeth." "SQUELCHING" "Fair is foul." "And foul is fair." "Hover through the fog and filthy air." "ALL:" "Fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through the fog and the filthy air." "Who comes here?" "The worthy thane of Ross." "What a haste looks through his eyes!" "God save the king!" "Whence camest thou, worthy thane?" "From Fife, great king, where the Norweyan banners flout the sky and fan our people cold." "Norway himself, with terrible numbers, assisted by that most disloyal traitor, the Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict till that the dauntless Macbeth confronted him with self-comparisons, point against point, rebellious arm against arm." "And to conclude... ..the victory fell on us." "YES!" "YES!" "Great happiness!" "No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest." "Go pronounce his present death and with his former title greet Macbeth." "I'll see it done." "What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won." "ALL:" "I'd rather, I'd rather Macbeth just come." "The weird sisters, hand in hand, posters over sea and land." "Thus do go about, about thrice to thine and thrice to mine and thrice again to make up nine." "Peace!" "The charm's wound up." "So foul and fair a day I have not seen." "RIFLES COCKED" "What are these that look not like the inhabitants of the earth and yet are on it?" "Live you?" "Or are you aught that man may question?" "You seem to understand me, by each at once her chappy finger laying upon her skinny lips." "You should be women and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so." "Speak, if you can, what are you?" "All hail, Macbeth!" "Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!" "All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!" "All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!" "Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear things that do sound so fair?" "In the name of truth, are ye fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly ye show?" "My noble partner You greet with present grace and great prediction of noble having and of royal hope, that he seems rapt with all." "To me you speak not." "If you can look into the seeds of time and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me." "Hail!" "Hail!" "Hail!" "Lesser than Macbeth, and greater." "Not so happy, yet much happier." "Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none, so all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!" "Banquo and Macbeth, all hail." "Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more." "By my father's death I know I am Thane of Glamis, but how of Cawdor?" "The Thane of Cawdor lives, a prosperous gentleman, and to be king... ..stands not within the prospect of belief, no more than to be Cawdor." "Say... ..from whence you owe this strange intelligence?" "Or why you stop our way with such prophetic greeting?" "METAL DOOR CLANGS" "Speak, I charge you." "METAL DOOR CLANGS" "The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, and these are of them." "Whither are they vanished?" "Into the air" "And what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind." "Would they had stayed!" "Were such things here as we do speak about?" "Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?" "Your children shall be kings." "You shall be king." "And thane of Cawdor too, went it not so?" "To the selfsame tune and words." "Who's here?" "The king hath happily received, Macbeth, the news of thy success," "We are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks, only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee." "And, for an earnest of a greater honour, he bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor." "In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!" "For it is thine." "What, can the devil speak true?" "The Thane of Cawdor lives." "Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?" "Who was the thane lives yet, but under heavy judgment bears that life which he deserves to lose." "Treasons capital, confessed and proved, have overthrown him." "Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor!" "The greatest is behind." "Do you not hope your children shall be kings, when those that gave the" "Thane of Cawdor to me promised no less to them?" "That trusted home might yet enkindle you unto the crown, besides the Thane of Cawdor." "But 'tis strange." "And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence." "Cousins, a word, I pray you." "Two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling act of the imperial theme...." "This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill." "Cannot be good." "If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?" "I am" "Thane of Cawdor." "If good, why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image makes my seated heart knock at my ribs against the use of nature?" "Present fears are less than horrible imaginings." "My thought, whose... ..murder yet is but fantastical, shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered in surmise, and nothing is but what is not." "If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, without my stir." "Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day." "Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure." "I ask your favour." "My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten." "Let us toward the king." "Think upon what hath chanced, and, in good time, the interim having weighed it, let us speak our free hearts each to other." "Very gladly." "Till then, enough." "Come, friends." "GUNSHOT" "Is execution done on Cawdor?" "Are not those in commission yet returned?" "My liege, they are not yet come back." "But I have spoke with one that saw him die... ..who did report that, very frankly, he confessed his treasons, implored your highness' pardon and set forth a deep repentance." "Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it." "He died as one that had been studied in his death." "To throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 'twere a careless trifle." "There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face." "He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust." "O worthiest cousin!" "The sin of my ingratitude even now was heavy on me." "Would thou hadst less deserved, that the proportion both of thanks and payment might have been mine!" "Only I have left to say, more is thy due than more than all can pay." "The service and the loyalty I owe in doing it pays itself." "Your highness' part is to receive our duties, and our duties are to your throne and state, children and servants, which do but what they should, by doing everything safe toward your love and honour." "Welcome hither." "I have begun to plant thee, and will labour to make thee full of growing." "Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved, nor must be known no less to have done so." "Let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart." "There if I grow, the harvest is your own." "My plenteous joys, wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow." "Sons, kinsmen, thanes, and you whose places are the nearest, know we will establish our estate upon" "our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter the Prince of Cumberland, which honour must not unaccompanied invest him only, but signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers." "From hence to Glamis, and bind us further to you." "I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful the hearing of my wife with your approach." "Humbly take my leave." "My worthy Cawdor!" "The Prince of Cumberland!" "That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, for in my way it lies." "Stars, hide your fires" "Let not light see my black and deep desires" ""They met me in the day of success," ""and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge." ""When I burned in desire to question them further," ""they made themselves air, into which they vanished." ""Whilst I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me Thane of Cawdor," ""by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me" ""to the coming on of time, with, 'Hail, king that shalt be!" "'" ""This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness," ""that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee." ""Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."" "Glamis thou art, and Cawdor." "And shalt be what thou art promised." "Yet do I fear thy nature." "It is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way." "Thou wouldst be great, art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend it." "Hie thee hither... ..that I may pour my spirits in thine ear and chastise with the valour of my tongue all that impedes thee from the golden round, which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem to have thee crowned withal." "What is your tidings?" "The king comes here tonight." "Thou art mad to say it." "Is not thy master with him?" "Who, were't so, would have informed for preparation." "So please you, it is true." "Our thane is coming." "Give him tending." "He brings great news." "RAVEN SCREECHES" "The raven himself is hoarse, but croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements." "Come... ..you spirits...that tend on mortal thoughts." "Unsex me here... ..and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty!" "Make thick my blood." "Stop up the access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose..." "..nor keep peace between the effect and it!" "Come to my woman's breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers." "Wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief!" "Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry," ""Hold!" "Hold!"" "Great Glamis!" "Worthy Cawdor!" "Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!" "Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present, and I feel now the future in the instant." "My dearest love... ..Duncan comes here tonight." "And when goes hence?" "Tomorrow, as he purposes." "O, never shall sun that morrow see!" "Your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters." "To beguile the time, look like the time, bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue." "Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under't." "He that's coming must be provided for, and you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch, which shall to all our nights and days to come give solely sovereign sway and masterdom." "We will speak further." "Only look up clear, to alter favour ever is to fear." "Leave all the rest to me." "This castle hath a pleasant seat, the air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses." "See, see, our honoured hostess!" "The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love." "Herein I teach you how you shall bid God yield us for your pains, and thank us for your trouble." "All our service in every point twice done and then done double were poor and single business to contend against those honours deep and broad wherewith your majesty loads our house." "Where's the Thane of Cawdor?" "We coursed him at the heels, but he rides well, and his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him to his home before us." "Conduct me to mine host, we love him highly, and shall continue our graces towards him." "By your leave, hostess." "LAUGHTER" "MEAT SIZZLES" "If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly." "If the assassination could trammel up the consequence, and catch with her surcease success, that but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here, but here, upon this bank and shoal of time, we'd jump the life to come." "CORK POPS" "But in these cases, we still have judgment here." "That we but teach bloody instruction, which, being taught, returns to plague the inventor." "This even-handed justice commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice to our own lips." "He's here in double trust." "First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, strong both against the deed." "Then, as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door, not..." "..bear the knife myself." "Besides, this Duncan has borne his faculties so meek, has been so clear in his great office, that his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against the... deep damnation of his taking-off." "And pity, like a naked new-born babe, striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air, shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, that tears shall drown the wind." "I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other." "How now!" "What news?" "He has almost supp'd." "Why have you left the chamber?" "Hath he ask'd for me?" "Know you not he has?" "We will proceed no further in this business." "He hath honour'd me of late, and I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people, which would be worn now in their newest gloss, not cast aside so soon." "Was the hope drunk wherein you dress'd yourself?" "Hath it slept since?" "And wakes it now, to look so green and pale at what it did so freely?" "From this time such I account thy love." "Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valour as thou art in desire?" "Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, and live a coward in thine own esteem, letting "I dare not"" "wait upon "I would", like the poor cat in the adage?" "Prithee, peace!" "I dare do all that may become a man." "Who dares do more is none." "What beast was't, then, that made you break this enterprise to me?" "When you durst do it, then you were a man." "And, to be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man." "Nor time nor place did then adhere, and yet you would make both." "They have made themselves, and that their fitness now does unmake you." "I have given suck, and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me." "I would, while it was smiling in my face, have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, and dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you have done to his." "If we should fail?" "We fail!" "But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail." "When Duncan is asleep, his two chamberlains will I with wine and wassail so convince that memory, the warder of the brain, shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason a limbeck only." "When in swinish sleep their drenched natures lie as in a death... what cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan?" "What not put upon his spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt of our great quell?" "Bring forth men-children only, for thy undaunted mettle should compose nothing but males." "Will it not be received, when we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two of his own chamber and used their very daggers, that they have done't?" "Who dares receive it other, as we shall make our griefs and clamour roar upon his death?" "I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat." "Away, and mock the time with fairest show." "False face must hide what the false heart doth know." "FOOTSTEPS APPROACH" "How goes the night, boy?" "The moon is down." "I have not heard the clock." "And she goes down at 12." "I take't, 'tis later, sir." "Hold... ..take my sword." "There's husbandry in heaven." "Their candles are all out." "Take thee that too." "A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet I would not sleep." "Merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose!" "DOOR OPENS" "Give me my sword." "Who's there?" "A friend." "What, sir, not yet at rest?" "The king's a-bed." "He hath been in unusual pleasure, and this diamond he greets your wife withal, by the name of most kind hostess, and shut up in measureless content." "Being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect, which else should free have wrought." "All's well." "I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters." "To you they have show'd some truth." "I think not of them." "Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve," "I would spend it in some words upon that business." "At your kind'st leisure." "If you shall cleave to my intent, when 'tis, it shall make honour for you." "So I lose none in seeking to augment it, but still keep my bosom franchised and allegiance clear, I shall be counsell'd." "Good." "Repose the while!" "Thanks, sir." "The like to you!" "Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, she strike upon the bell." "Then get thee to bed." "Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand?" "Come, let me clutch thee." "I have thee not, and yet I see thee still." "Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight?" "Or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?" "I see thee yet." "Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, and such an...instrument I was to use." "Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, or worth all the rest." "I see thee still, and on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, which was not so before." "There's no such thing." "It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes." "Now o'er the one halfworld nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse the curtain'd sleep." "Now witchcraft celebrates pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace." "With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design moves like a ghost." "Thou sure and firm-set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear thy very stones prate of my whereabouts, and take the present...horror from the time, which now suits with it." "Whiles I threat, he lives." "Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives." "BELL TINKLES" "I go, and it is done." "The bell invites me." "Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven..." "..or to hell." "That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold." "What hath quench'd them hath given me fire." "Hark!" "Peace!" "It was the owl that shriek'd." "He is about it." "The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores." "I have drugg'd their possets, that death and nature do contend about them, whether they live or die." "Who's there?" "What, ho!" "Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, and 'tis not done." "The attempt and not the deed confounds us." "I laid their daggers ready." "He could not miss 'em." "Had he not resembled my father as he slept... ..I had done't." "DOOR OPENS" "My husband?" "I have done the deed." "Didst thou not hear a noise?" "I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry." "Did not you speak?" "When?" "Now." "As I descended?" "HOARSE SCREAM" "Who lies i' the second chamber?" "Donalbain." "This is a sorry sight." "A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight." "There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, "Murder!"" "that they did wake each other." "I stood and heard them, but they did say their prayers, and address'd them again to sleep." "There are two lodged together." "One cried, "God bless us!"" "and, "Amen," the other, as they had seen me with these hangman's hands." "Listening their fear, I could not say "amen"" "when they did say, "God bless us!"" "Consider it not so deeply." "But wherefore could not I pronounce "amen"?" "I had most need of blessing, and "amen" stuck in my throat." "These deeds must not be thought after these ways so, it will make us mad." "Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!" ""Macbeth does murder sleep,"" "the innocent sleep, sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course." "What do you mean?" "Still it cries "Sleep no more!" to all the house." ""Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor" ""Shall sleep no more." "Macbeth shall sleep no more."" "Who was it that thus cried?" "Why, worthy thane, you do unbend your noble strength, to think so brainsickly of things." "Go get some water, and wash this filthy witness from your hand." "Why did you bring these daggers from the place?" "They must lie there!" "Go!" "Carry them." "And smear the sleepy grooms with blood." "I'll go no more." "I am afraid to think what I have done." "Look on't again I dare not." "Infirm of purpose!" "Give me the daggers." "The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures." "'Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil." "If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, for it must seem their guilt." "LOUD THUMPING" "Whence is that knocking?" "How is't with me, when every noise appals me?" "What hands are here?" "Oh..." "They pluck out mine eyes." "Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?" "No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red." "My hands are of your colour... ..but I shame to wear a heart so white." "THUMPING" "I hear knocking at the south entry." "Retire we to our chamber." "A little water clears us of this deed." "How easy is it, then!" "Your constancy hath left you unattended." "THUMPING Hark!" "More knocking." "Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us and show us to be watchers." "Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts." "To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself." "THUMPING" "Wake Duncan with thy knocking!" "I would thou couldst!" "THUMPING" "Oh, here's a knocking indeed!" "If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should get old turning the key." "THUMPING" "Knock, knock, knock!" "Who's there, in the name of Jesus?" "HE LAUGHS" "Beelzebub." "Here, a farmer, ooh-arr, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty." "Oh, come in time, have napkins enough about you, here you'll sweat for it." "THUMPING" "Knock, knock!" "Who's there, in the other devil's name?" "Faith, here's an equivocator, who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven." "Oh, come in, equivocator." "THUMPING" "Knock, knock, never at quiet!" "BREATHY RUSH" "What are you?" "But this place is too cold for hell." "I'll devil-porter it no further." "I had thought to let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire." "THUMPING" "Anon, anon!" "I pray you, remember the porter." "Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie so late?" "Faith, sir... ..we were carousing till the second cock and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things." "What three things does drink especially provoke?" "Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep..." "HE URINATES ..and urine." "Lechery, it provokes and unprovokes." "It provokes the desire, but takes away the performance." "Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery." "It makes him and it mars him." "It sets him on, but it takes him off." "It persuades him and disheartens him, makes him stand to and not stand to." "Equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him." "Is thy master stirring?" "Our knocking has awaked him, here he comes." "Good morrow, noble sir." "Good morrow, all." "Is the king stirring, worthy thane?" "Not yet." "He did command me to call timely on him." "I have almost slipped the hour." "I'll bring you to him." "I know this is a joyful trouble to you, but yet 'tis one." "The labour we delight in physics pain." "This is the door." "I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my limited service." "DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES" "Goes the king hence today?" "Hmm?" "He does." "He did appoint so." "The night has been unruly." "Where we lay, our chimneys were blown down and, as they say, lamentings heard i' the air, strange screams of death." "Some say the earth was feverous and did shake. 'Twas a rough night." "My young remembrance cannot parallel a fellow to it." "Oh." "Oh, horror, horror, horror!" "Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!" "What's the matter?" "Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!" "Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence the life of the building!" "What is it you say, the life?" "Mean you His Majesty?" "Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon." "Do not bid me speak." "See, and then speak yourself." "Awake, awake!" "Ring the alarum-bell." "Murder and treason!" "Banquo and Donalbain!" "'Malcolm!" "Awake!" "'" "Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, 'and look on death itself!" "Awake!" "'" "Ring the bell!" "What is the business, that such a hideous trumpet calls to parley the sleepers of the house?" "ALARM BUZZES" "Speak, speak!" "Oh, gentle lady, 'tis not for you to hear what I could speak." "The repetition in a woman's ear would murder as it fell." "Oh, Banquo, Banquo, our royal master's murdered!" "Woe, alas." "What, in our house?" "Too cruel anywhere." "Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself and say it is not so." "Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time for, from this instant, there's nothing serious in mortality." "All is but toys." "Renown and grace is dead, the wine of life is drawn." "What is amiss?" "You are, and do not know it." "The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood is stopped, the very source of it is stopped." "Your royal father's murdered." "Oh...by whom?" "Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done it." "Their hands and faces were all badged with blood." "So were their daggers, which unwiped we found upon their pillows." "They stared, and were distracted." "No man's life was to be trusted with them." "Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury that I did kill them." "Wherefore did you so?" "Who can be wise, amazed, temperate AND furious, loyal AND neutral, in a moment?" "No man." "The expedition my violent love outran the pauser, reason." "Here lay Duncan, his silver skin laced with his golden blood, and his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature for ruin's wasteful entrance." "There, the murderers, steeped in the colours of their trade, their daggers unmannerly breech'd with gore." "Who could refrain, that had a heart to love, and in that heart, courage to make his love known?" "Ah!" "Help me, hence!" "Look to the lady." "Why do we hold our tongues, that most may claim this argument for ours?" "What should be spoken here?" "Let away, our tears are not yet brewed." "Nor our strong sorrow upon the foot of motion." "Look to the lady." "And when we have our naked frailties hid, that suffer in exposure, let us meet and question this most bloody piece of work to know it further." "Fears and scruples shake us." "In the great hand of God I stand and thence, against the undivulged pretence, I fight of treasonous malice." "And so do I. MALCOLM AND DONALBAIN:" "So all." "Let's briefly put on manly readiness, and meet in the hall together." "Well contented." "What will you do?" "Let's not consort with them." "To show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy." "I'll to England." "To Ireland, I." "Our separated fortune shall keep us both the safer." "Where we are, there's daggers in men's smiles." "The near in blood, the nearer bloody." "This murderous shaft that's shot hath not yet lighted, and our safest way is to avoid the aim." "Therefore to horse." "And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, but shift." "Away!" "I have seen hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night hath trifled former knowing." "Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man's act, threaten his bloody stage." "By the clock, 'tis day, and yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp." "Is it night's predominance or the day's shame that darkness does the face of earth entomb, when living light should kiss it?" "'Tis unnatural, even like the deed that's done." "Ah, Macduff." "HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY" "How goes the world, sir, now?" "Why, see you not?" "Is it known who did this more than bloody deed?" "Those that Macbeth hath slain." "Alas, the day!" "What good could they pretend?" "They were suborn'd." "Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, are stolen away and fled which puts upon them suspicion of the deed." "'Gainst nature still!" "Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up thine own life's means!" "Then 'tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth." "He's already named, and gone to Scone to be invested." "Where is Duncan's body?" "Carried to Colmekill." "Will you to Scone?" "No, Cousin, I'll home to Fife." "Well..." "I will thither." "Well, may you see things well done there." "Adieu." "Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!" "MARCHING FEET STOMP" "Thou hast it now." "King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, as the weird women promised, and I fear thou play'dst most foully for it." "Yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity, but that myself should be the root and father of many kings." "If there come truth from them, as upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine." "Why, by the verities on thee made good, may they not be my oracles as well and set me up in hope?" "CLICK!" "But hush!" "ELECTRICITY CRACKLES" "No more!" "Here's our chief guest." "If he had been forgotten, it had been as a gap in our great feast, and all-thing unbecoming." "Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir, and I'll request your presence." "Let your highness command upon me." "Ride you, this afternoon?" "Ay, my good lord." "We should have else desired your good advice at this day's council... ..but we'll take tomorrow." "Is't far you ride?" "As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper." "Go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night for a dark hour or twain." "Fail not our feast." "My lord, I will not." "We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed in England and in Ireland, not confessing their cruel parricide, filling their hearers with strange invention." "But of that...tomorrow." "Hie you to horse." "Adieu... ..till you return at night." "Goes Fleance with you?" "Ay, my good lord." "Our time does call upon us." "I wish your horses swift and sure of foot, and so I do commend you to their backs." "Farewell." "Let every man be master of his time till seven at night." "To make society the sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself till suppertime...alone." "While then, God be with you!" "Attend those men our pleasure?" "They are, my lord, without the palace gate." "Bring them before us." "To be thus is nothing." "But to be...safely thus..." "Our fears in Banquo stick deep." "SHOTGUN SNAPS SHUT" "And in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared." "'Tis much he dares." "And to that dauntless temper of his mind, he hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour to act with safety." "There is none but he whose being I do fear." "And under him, my genius is rebuked." "That he chid the sisters when first they put the name of king on me, and bade them speak to him." "Then, prophet-like, they hailed him father to a line of kings." "Upon my head they put a fruitless crown." "No...son of mine succeeding." "If it be so, for Banquo's issue have I... filed my mind." "For them, the gracious Duncan have I murdered, put rancours in the vessel of my peace only for them, and given mine eternal jewel to the common enemy of man to make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!" "Rather than so... and champion me to the utterance!" "Now go to the door and stay there till I call." "Was it not yesterday that we spoke together?" "It was, so please your highness." "Well then..." "..now...have you considered of my speeches?" "Know that it was he in the times past that held you so under fortune, which you thought had been our innocent self." "This I made plain to you in our last conference, passed in probation with you, how you were borne in hand, how crossed the instruments, who wrought with them, and all things else which might, to half a soul" "or to a notion crazed, say, "Thus did..." "Banquo."" "You made it known to us." "I did so, and went further, which is now our point of second meeting." "Do you find your patience so predominant in your nature that you can let this go?" "Are you so gospelled as to pray for this good man and for his issue, whose heavy hand has weighed you to the grave and beggared yours forever?" "We are men, my liege." "HE LAUGHS Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men, as hounds and greyhounds..." "..mongrels, spaniels, curs, shoughs, water-rugs, demi-wolves are called all by the name of dogs." "The valued file distinguishes the swift, the slow... ..the subtle, the housekeeper..." "..the hunter." "So with men." "Now, if you have a station in the file, not in the worst rank of manhood, say it." "And I will put that business in your bosoms, whose execution takes your enemy off, grapples you to the heart and love of us, who wear our health but sickly in his life, which in his death..." "..were perfect." "I am one, my liege, whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world." "And I another, so weary with disasters, tugged with fortune, that I would set my life on any chance to mend it or be rid on." "Both of you know that Banquo was your enemy." "True, my lord." "So is he mine." "And though I could, with barefaced power, sweep him from my sight and bid my will avouch it, yet I must not." "For certain friends that are both his and mine, whose loves I must not drop, but wail his fall..." "HE LAUGHS ..who I myself struck down, and thus it is, that I to your assistance do make love, masking the business from the common eye for sundry, weighty reasons." "We shall, my lord, perform what you command us." "Though our lives..." "Your spirits shine through you!" "Within the hour at most, I will advise you where to place yourselves." "The moment on't, for't must be done tonight." "And something from the palace." "Always think... that I require... a clearness." "And with him, to leave no rubs or botches in the work," "Fleance, his son that keeps him company, whose absence is no less material to us than his father's, must embrace the fate of that dark hour." "So, resolve yourselves apart." "I'll come to you anon." "We are resolved." "We are..." "I'll be with you straight!" "Banquo, thy soul's flight, if it find heaven, must find it out tonight." "STEAM ENGINE WHISTLE BLOWS" "CHEERING" "Is Banquo gone from court?" "Ay, madam, but returns again tonight." "Say to the king, I would attend his leisure, for a few words." "Madam, I will." "Nought's had... ..all's spent..." "..where our desire is got without content." "'Tis safer to be that which we destroy than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy." "FOOTSTEPS APPROACH" "How now, my lord!" "Why do you keep alone... ..of sorriest fancies your companions making, using those thoughts which should indeed have died with them they think on?" "Things without all remedy should be without regard." "What's done is done." "We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it." "She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth." "But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep in the affliction of these terrible dreams that shake us nightly." "Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy." "Duncan is in his grave." "After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well." "Treason has done his worst." "Nor steel, nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can stir him further." "Come on!" "Gentle, my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks." "Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight." "So shall I, love." "And so... ♪ I pray" "♪ Be you. ♪" "Let your remembrance apply to Banquo." "Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue." "Unsafe the while, that we must bathe our honours in these flattering streams, and make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are." "You must leave this!" "O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!" "Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives." "But in them nature's copy's not eterne." "There's comfort yet." "They are assailable." "Then be thou jocund." "Ere the bat hath flown his cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons the shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums hath rung night's yawning peal, there will be done a deed of dreadful note." "What's to be done?" "Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, till thou applaud the deed." "Come, seeling night, scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, and with thy bloody and invisible hand cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale!" "Light thickens, and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood." "Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, while night's black agents to their prey do rouse!" "HE LAUGHS" "Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still." "Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill." "So, prithee, go with me." "STEAM ENGINE WHISTLE BLOWS" "But who did bid thee join with us?" "Macbeth." "He needs not our mistrust." "Then...stand with us." "The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day, and near... approaches the subject of our watch." "'Tis he." "Give us a light there." "A light, a light!" "It will be rain tonight." "Let it come down." "O, treachery!" "KNIFE CLICKS OPEN" "Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!" "Thou mayst revenge." "TRAIN WHEELS SQUEAL" "Who did strike out the light?" "Wast not the way?" "There's but one down." "The son is fled." "We've lost best half of our affair." "GUNSHOTS" "Well, let's away, and say how much is done." "DOGS BARK" "GUNSHOTS" "You know your own degrees." "THEY LAUGH" "HE LAUGHS EXCITEDLY" "Ah!" "Sit down." "THEY LAUGH" "At first and last, the hearty welcome." "Thanks to your majesty." "Ourself will mingle with society, and play the humble host." "Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time we will require her welcome." "Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends, for my heart speaks they are welcome." "See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks." "Both sides are even." "Here, I'll sit in the midst." "LIGHTER SPARKS" "Be large in mirth." "HE LAUGHS" "There's blood on thy face." "'Tis Banquo's, then." "'Tis better thee without than he within." "Is he dispatched?" "My lord, his throat is cut." "That I did for him." "Thou art the best of the cut-throats." "But he were good that did the like for Fleance." "Most royal sir..." "Fleance is 'scaped." "Then comes my fit again." "I had else been perfect, whole as the marble, founded as the rock, as broad and general as the casing air." "But now I'm cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in to saucy doubts and fears." "But Banquo's safe?" "Ay, my good lord." "Safe in a ditch he bides, with 20 trenched gashes on his head." "Thanks for that." "There the grown serpent lies, the worm that's fled has nature that in time will venom breed, no teeth for the present." "Get thee gone." "We'll hear ourselves again tomorrow." "My royal lord, you do not give the cheer." "Sweet remembrancer!" "Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!" "May it please your highness, sit." "Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, were the graced person of our Banquo present." "His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise." "Would it please your highness to grace us with your royal company?" "The table's full." "Here's a place reserved, sir." "Where?" "My good lord, here." "GLASS SHATTERS" "Which of you have done this?" "Thou canst not say I did it." "Never shake thy gory locks at me!" "Gentlemen, rise." "His highness is not well." "Sit, worthy friends." "My lord is often thus, and hath been from his youth." "Pray you, keep seat." "The fit is momentary." "Upon a thought he will again be well." "If much you note him, you will offend him and extend his passion." "Feed, and regard him not." "Are you a man?" "Aye, and a bold one, that dare look on that that might appal the devil." "O proper stuff!" "This is the very painting of your fear." "This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, led you to Duncan." "O, these flaws and starts, impostors to true fear, would well become a woman's story at a winter's fire." "Authorised by her grandam." "Shame itself!" "Why do you make such faces?" "When all's done, you look but on the air." "Prithee, see there!" "Behold!" "Look!" "Lo!" "How say you?" "Why, what care I?" "If thou canst nod, speak too." "If charnel-houses and our graves must send those we bury back, why then our monuments will be the maws of kites?" "Are you quite unmann'd in folly?" "If I stand here, I saw him." "Fie, for shame!" "Blood hath been shed in the olden times, aye, and since too, murders have been perform'd too terrible for the ear." "The times have been, that, when the brains were out, the man would die, and there an end." "But now they rise again, with 20 mortal murders on their crowns." "And push us from our stools." "This is more strange than such a murder is." "My royal lord, your noble friends do lack you." "I do forget." "Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends," "I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me!" "Now, love and health to all." "Then I'll sit down." "Give me some wine." "Fill full." "I drink to the general joy of the whole table," "and to our dear friend" "Banquo, whom we miss, would he were here!" "To all, and him, we thirst." "♪ And all to all." "♪ Our duties, and our pledge." "MUSIC PLAYS" "MUSIC STOPS SUDDENLY" "MUSIC PLAYS" "MUSIC STOPS SUDDENLY" "MUSIC PLAYS" "Avaunt!" "And quit my sight!" "Let the earth hide thee!" "Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold." "Thou hast no speculation in those eyes which thou dost glare with!" "Think of this, good peers, but as a thing of custom." "It is no other." "Only it spoils the pleasure of the time." "What man dare, I dare." "Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, the arm'd rhinoceros." "The Hyrcan tiger." "Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves will never tremble" "Or be alive again." "And dare me to the desert with thy sword." "If trembling I inhabit then, protest me the baby of a girl." "Hence, horrible shadow!" "Unreal mockery, hence!" "Being gone, I'm a man again." "Pray you, sit still." "You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder." "Can such things be, and overcome us like a summer's cloud, without our special wonder?" "You make me strange even to the disposition that I owe, when I do think YOU can behold such sights, and keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, while mine is blanched with fear." "What sights, my lord?" "I pray you, speak not." "He grows worse and worse." "Question enrages him." "At once, good night." "Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once." "Good night." "And better health attend his majesty!" "Yes." "It will have blood." "They say, blood will have blood." "Stones have been known to move and trees to speak." "Augurs and understood relations have by magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth the secretest man of blood." "What's the night?" "Almost at odds with morning, which is which?" "How say you," "Macduff denies his person at our great bidding?" "Did you send to him, sir?" "I hear it by the way but I will send." "There's not a one of them but in his house I keep a servant fee'd." "I will tomorrow, and betimes I will, to the weird sisters." "More shall they speak." "For now I am bent to know, by the worst means, the worst." "For mine own good, all causes shall give way." "I am in blood stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er." "Strange things I have in head, that will to hand." "Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd." "You lack the season of all natures." "SLEEP!" "Come, we'll to sleep." "My strange and self-abuse is the initiate fear that wants hard use." "We are yet but young in deed." "My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, which can interpret further." "Only, I say, things have been strangely borne." "Who cannot want the thought how monstrous it was for Malcolm and for Donalbain to kill their gracious father?" "Damned fact!" "How it did grieve Macbeth!" "Did he not straight in pious rage the two delinquents tear, that were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?" "Was not that nobly done?" "Ay, and wisely too." "For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive to hear the men deny't." "And so I say, he has borne all things well." "And I do think, had he Duncan's sons under his key." "As, an't please heaven, he shall not..." "They should find what 'twere to kill a father, so should Fleance." "For from broad words and cos he fail'd his presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Macduff lives in disgrace." "Sir, can you tell where he bestows himself?" "The son of Duncan, from whom this tyrant holds the due of birth..." "HE WEEPS" "Lives in the English court." "Thither Macduff is gone!" "Round about the cauldron go." "In the poison'd entrails throw." "Toad, that under cold stone." "Days and nights has 31." "Swelter'd venom sleeping got." "Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!" "Double, double, toil and trouble." "Fire burn, and cauldron bubble." "Fillet of a fenny snake, in the cauldron boil and bake." "Eye of newt, and toe of frog." "Wool of bat, and tongue of dog." "Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting." "Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing." "For a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth boil and bubble." "Double, double." "Toil and trouble." "Fire burn, and cauldron bubble." "Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf." "Witches' mummy, maw and gulf" "Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark." "Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark." "Liver of blaspheming Jew." "Gall of goat, and slips of yew." "Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse." "Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips." "Finger of birth-strangled babe." "Ditch-deliver'd by a drab." "Make the gruel thick and slab." "Add thereto a tiger's chaudron." "For the ingredients of our cauldron." "Double, double, double, double, double, toil and trouble." "Fire burn, and cauldron bubble." "Cool it with a baboon's blood." "Then the charm is firm and good." "By the pricking of my thumbs." "Something wicked this way comes." "Open locks." "Whoever knocks!" "How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!" "What is't you do?" "A deed without a name." "I conjure you, by that which you profess," "Howe'er you come to know it, answer me." "Though you untie the winds and let them fight against the churches." "Though the yesty waves confound and swallow navigation up." "Though palaces and pyramids stoop their heads to their foundations, answer me to what I ask." "Speak." "Demand." "We'll answer." "Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, or from our MASTERS?" "Call 'em, let me see 'em." "Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten her nine farrow." "Grease that's sweaten from the murderer's gibbet, throw into the brain." "Come, high or low." "Thyself and office deftly show!" "Tell me, thou unknown power..." "He knows thy thought." "Hear his speech, but say thou nought." "Macbeth!" "Macbeth!" "Macbeth!" "Beware Macduff." "Beware the thane of Fife." "Dismiss me." "Enough!" "Whate'er thou art, for this good counsel, thanks." "Thou hast harp'd my fear aright but one word more..." "He will not be commanded." "Here's another, more potent than the first." "Macbeth!" "Macbeth!" "Macbeth!" "Had I three ears, I'd hear thee." "Be bloody, bold, and resolute, laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth!" "Then live, Macduff." "What need I fear of thee?" "And yet to make assurance double sure, I'll take a bond of fate." "Thou shalt not live." "What's this?" "Listen, but speak not to't." "Be lion-mettled, proud." "And take no care who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are." "Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him." "That can never be!" "Who can impress the forest, bid the tree unfix his earth-bound root?" "Sweet bodements!" "Good!" "Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth shall live the lease of nature." "And yet my heart throbs to know one thing more." "Shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom?" "Seek to know no more." "I will be satisfied." "Deny me, and an eternal curse light on you!" "Let me know!" "Show!" "Show!" "Show!" "Show his eyes, and grieve his heart." "Come like shadows, so depart!" "Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo." "Down!" "Thy crown does sear my eyeballs." "And thy hair, thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first." "A third is like the former." "Filthy hags!" "Why do you show me this?" "A fourth!" "Start, eyes!" "What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?" "Another yet!" "A seventh!" "I'll see no more." "And yet an eighth appears, who bears a glass which shows me many more." "And now I see 'tis true." "For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me." "And points at them for his." "What, is this so?" "VOICES:" "Ay, sir, all this is so." "Where are they?" "Gone?" "Come in, without there!" "What's your grace's will?" "Saw you the weird sisters?" "No, my lord." "Came they not by you?" "No, indeed, my lord." "Infected be the air whereon they ride." "I did hear the galloping of horse." "Who was't came by?" "Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word Macduff is fled to England." "Fled to England!" "Ay, my good lord." "Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits." "From this moment, the very firstlings of my heart shall be the firstlings of my hand." "And even now, to crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done." "The castle of Macduff I will surprise." "Seize upon Fife." "Give to the edge o' the blade his wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line." "No boasting like a fool." "This deed I'll do before this purpose cool." "But no more sights!" "What had he done, to make him fly the land?" "You must have patience, madam." "He had none." "His flight was madness." "When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors." "You know not whether it was his wisdom or his fear." "Wisdom!" "To leave his wife, to leave his babes, his mansion and his titles in a place from whence himself does fly?" "He loves us not." "He wants the natural touch." "The poor wren." "The most diminutive of birds, will fight." "Her young ones in her nest, against the owl." "All is the fear and nothing is the love;" "As little is the wisdom, where the flight so runs against all reason." "My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself." "But for your husband, he is wise, noble, judicious." "I dare not speak much further." "But cruel are the times, when we are traitors." "And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour from what we fear, yet know not what we fear, but float upon a wild and violent sea." "I take my leave of you." "Shall not be long but I'll be here again." "Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward to where they were before." "My pretty cousins, my blessings on you." "Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless." "I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, it would be my disgrace and your discomfort." "I take my leave at once." "Sirrah, your father's dead." "And what will you do now?" "How will you live?" "As birds do, mother." "What, with worms and flies?" "With what I get, I mean." "My father is not dead, for all your saying." "Yes, he is dead, how wilt thou do for a father?" "Nay, what will you do for a husband?" "Why, I can buy me 20 at any market." "Then you'll buy 'em to sell again." "Thou speak'st with all thy wit." "And yet, i' faith, with wit enough for thee." "Was my father a traitor, mother?" "Ay, that he was." "What is a traitor?" "Why, one that swears and lies." "And may all be traitors that do so?" "Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged." "And must they all be hanged who swear and lie?" "Every one." "Who must hang them?" "Why, the honest men." "Now, God help thee, poor monkey!" "But how wilt thou do for a father?" "If he were dead, you'd weep for him." "Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!" "Bless you, fair dame!" "I am not to you known." "I do fear some danger does approach you nearly." "If you will take a homely man's advice, be not found here." "Hence, with your little ones." "To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage." "To do worse to you were fell cruelty, which is too nigh your person." "CAR ENGINE" "Heaven preserve thee!" "I dare abide no longer." "Whither should I fly?" "I have done no harm." "But I remember now I am in this earthly world,." "DOGS BARK" "Where to do harm is often laudable, to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly." "Why then, alas, do I put up that womanly defence, to say I have done no harm?" "What are these faces?" "INAUDIBLE" "Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there weep our sad bosoms empty." "Let us rather hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men bestride our down-fall'n birthdom." "Each new morn, new widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows strike heaven on the face..." "What I believe, I'll wail, what know, believe, and what I can redress, as I shall find the time to, friend, I will." "What you have spoke, it may be so perchance." "This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, was once thought honest." "You have loved him well." "He hath not touch'd you...yet." "I am young but something you may deserve of him through me." "I am not treacherous." "But Macbeth is." "A good and virtuous nature may recoil in an imperial charge." "But I shall crave your pardon." "That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose." "Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell." "I have lost my hopes." "Perchance even there where I did find my doubts." "Why in this rawness left you wife and child, those precious motives, those strong knots of love, without leave-taking?" "Bleed, bleed, poor country!" "Fare thee well, lord." "I would not be the villain that thou think'st for the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp." "Be not offended." "I speak not as in absolute fear of you." "I think our country sinks beneath the yoke." "It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash is added to her wounds." "I think withal there would be hands uplifted in my right." "And here from gracious England have I offer of goodly thousands." "But, for all this, when I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, or wear it on my sword, then my poor country shall have more vices than it had before, more suffer and more sundry ways than ever, by him that shall succeed." "What should he be?" "It is myself, I mean, in whom I know" "all the particulars of vice so grafted that, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth shall seem as pure as snow." "Not in the legions of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd in evils to top Macbeth." "I grant him bloody, luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin that has a name." "But there's no bottom, none, to my voluptuousness." "Your wives, your daughters, your matrons and your maids, could not fill up the cistern of my lust." "Better Macbeth than such a one to reign." "But fear not yet to take upon you what is yours." "You may convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, and yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink." "We have willing dames enough." "With this there grows in my most ill-composed affection such a stanchless avarice that, were I king," "I should cut off the nobles for their lands, desire his jewels and this other's house." "And my more-having would be as a sauce to make me hunger more, that I should forge quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, destroying them for wealth." "This avarice sticks deeper." "Yet do not fear." "Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will." "Of your mere own - all these are portable, with other graces weigh'd." "But I have none:" "the king-becoming graces, as justice, verity, temperance, stableness, bounty, perseverance, mercy..." "..mercy... ..lowliness..." "..devotion... patience... ..courage..." "..fortitude..." "I have no relish of them." "Nay, had I power, I should pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, uproar the universal peace, confound all unity on earth." "O Scotland, Scotland!" "If such a one be fit to govern, speak." "I am as I have spoken." "Fit to govern!" "No, not to live." "O nation miserable," "When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, since that the truest issue of thy throne by his own interdiction stands accursed, and does blaspheme his breed?" "Thy royal father was a most sainted king." "The queen that bore thee, oftener upon her knees than on her feet." "Fare thee well!" "O my breast, thy hope ends here!" "Macduff, this noble passion, child of integrity, hath from my soul wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts to thy good truth and honour." "Devilish Macbeth by many of these trains hath sought to win me into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste, but God above deal between me and thee!" "For even now" "I put myself to thy direction, and unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure the taints and blames I laid upon myself, for strangers to my nature." "I am yet... ..unknown to woman, never was forsworn, scarcely have coveted what was mine own, at no time broke my faith, would not betray the devil to his fellow and delight no less in truth than life." "My first false speaking was this upon myself." "What I am truly is thine and my poor country's to command." "Whither indeed, before thy here-approach, old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, already at a point, was setting forth." "Now we'll together, and the chance of goodness be like our warranted quarrel!" "Why are you silent?" "Such welcome and unwelcome things at once 'tis hard to reconcile." "See, who comes here?" "My countryman, but yet I know him not." "My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither." "I know him now." "Good God, betimes remove the means that makes us strangers!" "Sir, amen." "Stands Scotland where it did?" "Alas, poor country!" "Almost afraid to know itself." "It cannot be call'd our mother, but our grave, where nothing, but who knows nothing, is once seen to smile, where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air are made, not mark'd, where violent sorrow seems" "a modern ecstasy." "O, relation Too nice, and yet too true!" "What's the newest grief?" "That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker." "Each minute teems a new one." "How does my wife?" "Why...well." "And all my children?" "Well, too." "The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?" "No, they were well at peace when I did leave them." "But not a niggard of your speech - how goes't?" "When I came hither to transport the tidings, which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour of many worthy fellows that were out, which was to my belief witness'd the rather, for that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot." "Now is the time of help!" "Your eye in Scotland would create soldiers..." "Be't their comfort we are coming thither." "Gracious England hath lent us good Siward and ten thousand men." "An older and a better soldier none that Christendom gives out." "Would I could answer this comfort with the like!" "But I have words that would be howl'd out in the desert air, where hearing should not latch them." "What concern they?" "The general cause?" "Or is it a fee-grief due to some single breast?" "No mind that's honest but in it shares some woe, though the main part pertains to you alone." "If it be mine, keep it not from me, quickly let me have it." "Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, which shall possess them with the heaviest sound" "That ever yet they heard." "Hum!" "I guess at it." "Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes savagely slaughter'd." "To relate the manner were to add the death of you." "Merciful heaven!" "What, man!" "Ne'er pull your hat upon your brows." "Give sorrow words." "The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break." "My children too?" "Wife, children, servants, all" "That could be found." "And I must be from thence!" "My wife kill'd too?" "I have said." "Be comforted." "Let's make us medicines of our great revenge," "To cure this deadly grief." "He has no children." "All my pretty ones?" "Did you say all?" "O...hell-kite!" "All?" "What, all my pretty chickens and their dam at one fell swoop?" "Dispute it like a man." "I shall do so." "But I must also feel it as a man." "I cannot but remember such things were, that were most precious to me." "did heaven look on, and would not take their part?" "Sinful Macduff, they were all struck for thee!" "Naught that I am, not for their own demerits, but for mine, fell slaughter on their souls." "Heaven rest them now!" "Be this the whetstone of your sword." "Let grief" "Convert to anger." "Blunt not the heart, enrage it." "O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue!" "But, gentle heavens, cut short all intermission." "Front to front, bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself." "Within my blade's length set him." "If he 'scape, heaven forgive him too!" "This tune goes manly." "Come, our power is ready." "Our lack is nothing but our leave." "Macbeth is ripe for shaking, and the powers above put on their instruments." "Receive what cheer you may." "The night is long that never finds the day." "I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report." "When was it she last walked?" "Since his majesty went into the field," "I have seen her rise frae her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed," "yet all this while in a most fast sleep." "A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching!" "In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say?" "That, Doctor, which I will not report after her." "But you may to me, and 'tis most meet you should." "Neither to you nor any one, having no witness to confirm my speech." "Lo, Doctor, here she comes!" "Observe her, stand close." "How came she by that light?" "Why, it stood by her." "She has light by her continually." "'Tis her command." "You see, her eyes are open." "Ay, but their sense is shut." "What is it she does now?" "Look, how she rubs her hands." "It's an accustomed action wi' her, to seem thus washing her hands." "I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour." "Yet here's a spot." "Hark!" "She speaks." "I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly." "Out, damned spot!" "Out, I say!" "One." "Two." "Why, then, 'tis time to do't." "Hell is murky!" "Fie, my lord, fie!" "A soldier, and afeard?" "What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?" "Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him." "Do you mark that?" "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." "Go to, go to." "You have known what you should not." "She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that." "Heaven knows what she has known." "Here's the smell of the blood still." "All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand." "Oh!" "Oh!" "SHE SCREAMS" "Oh, what a sigh is there!" "The heart is sorely charged." "I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body." "Well, well, well..." "Pray God it be, sir." "This disease is beyond my practise, yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds." "Wash your hands, put on your nightgown." "Look not so pale...." "I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried, he cannot come out on's grave." "Even so?" "To bed, to bed!" "There's knocking at the gate." "Come, come." "Come. ..give me your hand." "No!" "No!" "What's done cannot be undone...." "To bed." "To bed." "To bed." "To bed." "To bed." "To bed." "SHE SCREAMS:" "To bed!" "Will she go now to bed?" "Directly." "Foul whisperings are abroad." "Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles." "Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets." "God, God forgive us all!" "Look after her." "Remove from her the means of all annoyance," "And still keep eyes upon her." "So, good night." "My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight." "I think, but dare not speak." "Good night, good doctor." "The English power is near, let on by Malcolm, 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." "Near Birnam wood shall we well meet them." "That way are they headed." "Know you if Donalbain be with his brother?" "For certain, sir, he is not." "I have a file of all the gentry." "There is Siward's son, and many unrough youths that even now protest their first of manhood." "What does the tyrant?" "Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies." "Some say he's mad." "Others that do lesser hate him do call it valiant fury, but, for certain, he can no longer buckle his distemper'd cause within the belt of rule." "Now does he feel his secret murders sticking to his hands." "Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach." "Those he commands move only in command, nothing in love." "Now does he feel his title hang loose upon him, like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief." "Who then shall blame his pester'd senses to recoil and start, when all that is within him does condemn itself for being there?" "Well...march we on, to give obedience where 'tis truly owed." "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 consequences pronounce me thus " ""Fear not, Macbeth." "No man that's born of woman" ""shall e'er have power upon thee." Then fly, false thanes, and mingle with the English epicures." "The mind I sway by and the heart I bear shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear." "HE COUGHS" "The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!" "Where got'st thou that goose look?" "There is ten thousand..." "Geese, villain!" "No." "Soldiers, sir." "Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, thou lily-liver'd boy." "What soldiers, patch?" "Death of thy soul!" "These linen cheeks of thine are counsellors to fear." "What soldiers, whey-face?" "The English force, so please you." "Go take thy face hence." "Seyton!" "I am sick at heart," "When I behold..." "Seyton, I say!" "This push shall cheer me ever... ..or..." "..disseat me now." "I have lived long enough." "My way of life is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf." "And that which should accompany old age, as honour, love, obedience..." "..troops of friends" "I must not look to have, but, in their stead... ..curses." "Not loud but deep, mouth-honour... ..breath." "Seyton!" "What is your gracious pleasure?" "What news more?" "All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported." "I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd." "Bring me my armour." "'Tis not needed yet." "I'll put it on!" "Send out more horses, skirr the country round." "Hang those that talk of fear." "Bring me my armour!" "How fares your patient, Doctor?" "Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick coming fancies" "That keep her from her rest." "Cure her of that." "Canst thou not... ..minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous..." "..stuff which weighs upon the heart?" "Therein the patient must minister to himself." "Throw physic to the dogs!" "I'll none of it." "Come, give me my armour." "Doctor, the thanes fly from me." "You, sir, dispatch!" "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 would applaud again." "Pull it off, I say." "What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug, would scour these English hence?" "Hear'st thou of them?" "Ay, my good lord." "Your royal preparation makes us hear something." "I will not be afraid of death or bane, till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane." "EXPLOSION" "What wood is this before us?" "The wood of Birnam." "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." "It shall be done." "We learn no other but the confident tyrant keeps still in Dunsinane." "'Tis his main hope." "Advance the wall!" "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 forced with those that should be ours, we might have dareful met them, beard to beard," "And beat them backward home." "WOMAN SCREAMS" "What is that noise?" "It is the cry of women, my good lord." "EXPLOSIONS AND GUNFIRE OUTSIDE" "I have almost forgot the taste of fear." "The time has been, my senses would have cool'd to hear a night-shriek." "I have supp'd full with horrors." "Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts cannot once start me." "Wherefore was that cry?" "The queen, my lord, is dead." "She should have died hereafter." "There would have been a time for such a word." "Tomorrow... ..and tomorrow, and tomorrow, 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." "Thou comest to use thy tongue." "Thy story quickly." "Gracious my lord," "I should report that which I say I saw, but know not how to do it." "Well, say, sir." "As I did stand my watch upon the hill," "I looked toward Birnam, and anon, me thought, the wood began..." "Began to move?" "Liar and slave!" "Let me endure your wrath, if it be not so." "Within this three mile may you see it coming," "I say, a moving grove." "If thou speak'st false, upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, till famine cling thee." "If thou say'st sooth," "I care not if thou dost as much for me." "I pull in resolution, and begin to doubt the equivocation of the fiend who lies like truth!" ""Fear not, till Birnam wood" ""do come to Dunsinane," and now a wood comes toward Dunsinane." "Arm." "Arm, and out!" "If that which he avouches doth appear, there is nor flying hence nor tarrying here." "I gin to be aweary of the sun, and wish the estate o' the world were now undone." "Ring the alarum bell!" "Blow, wind!" "Come, wrack!" "At least we'll die with harness on our back." "Now near enough." "Your leafy screens throw down and show like those you are!" "You, worthy uncle, shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, lead our first battle." "Worthy Macduff and we shall take upon's what else remains to do according to our order." "Fare you well." "Do we but find the tyrant's power tonight, let us be beaten, if we cannot fight." "Make all our trumpets speak, give them all breath, those clamorous harbingers of blood and death!" "ALL SHOUT:" "Blood and death!" "Enter, sir, the castle!" "They have tied me to a stake." "I cannot fly but, bear-like, must I fight the course." "What's he that was not born of woman?" "!" "Such a one" "I am to fear... ..or none." "What's thy name?" "Thou'lt be afraid to hear it." "No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name" "Than any is in hell." "My name's Macbeth." "The devil himself could not pronounce a title more hateful to mine ear." "No, nor more fearful." "Thou liest, abhorred tyrant." "With my blade," "I'll prove the lie thou speak'st." "Thou was born of woman." "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." "I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms are hired to bear their staves." "Either thou, Macbeth," "Or else my blade with an unbatter'd edge" "I sheathe again undeeded." "There thou shouldst be!" "GUNFIRE CLOSE BY" "By this great clatter, one of greatest note seems bruited." "Let me find him, fortune!" "And more I beg not!" "What is he that was not born of woman?" "Was he that was not born of woman..." "Swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, brandish'd by man that's of a woman born." "Turn, hell-hound." "Turn!" "Of all men else I have avoided thee." "But get thee back." "My soul is charged with too much blood of thine already." "I have no words." "My voice is in my blade." "Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out!" "Thou losest labour." "As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air with thy keen blade impress as make me bleed." "I bear a charmed life, which must not yield, to one of woman born." "Despair thy charm and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped." "Accursed be the tongue that tells me so, and be these... juggling fiends no more believed, that palter 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." "Then yield thee, coward, and live to be the show and gaze o' the time!" "We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, painted on a pole, and underwrit, "Here may you see the tyrant."" "I will not yield, to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, and to be baited with the rabble's curse." "Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, and thou opposed, being of no woman born," "Yet I will try the last." "GUN CLICKS" "Before my body I throw my war-like shield." "Lay on, Macduff, and damned be he that first cries, "Hold..." ""..enough."" "BLADE SWISHES AND A GROAN" "I would the friends we miss were safe arrived." "Some must go off, and yet, by these I see so great a day as this is cheaply bought." "Macduff is missing." "GUN CLICKS" "Hail, King!" "For so thou art." "Behold, where stands the usurper's cursed head." "The time is free." "Hail, King of Scotland!" "ALL:" "Hail, King of Scotland!" "We shall not spend a large expense of time before we reckon with your several loves, and make us even with you." "My thanes and kinsmen, henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland in such an honour named." "What's more to do, which would be planted newly with the time, as calling home our exiled 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!" "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd" "E-mail subtitling@bbc.co.uk"