"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." "Go get him surgeons." "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." "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?" "Speak, I charge you." "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." "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." "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." "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." "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!" "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." "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." "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?" "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." "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." "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." "Wake Duncan with thy knocking!" "I would thou couldst!" "Oh, here's a knocking indeed!" "If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should get old turning the key." "Knock, knock, knock!" "Who's there, in the name of Jesus?" "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." "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." "Knock, knock, never at quiet!" "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." "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..." "..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." "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?" "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." "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!" "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?" "But hush!" "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." "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!" "Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still." "Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill." "So, prithee, go with me." "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!" "Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!" "Thou mayst revenge." "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." "Well, let's away, and say how much is done." "You know your own degrees." "THEY LAUGH" "Ah!" "Sit down." "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."