"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." "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." "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." "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..." "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." "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," "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?" "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 thisrawness 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." "..mercy..." "..lowliness... ..devotion... patience..." "..courage..." "..fortitude..." "I have no relish of them." "Nay, had I power, I should" "uproar the universal peace, confound all unity on earth." "No, not to live." "O nation miserable," "When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again," "Fare thee well!" "O my breast," "Macduff, this noble passion, child of integrity, hath from my soul" "by many of these trains hath sought to win me" "I put myself to thy direction, and unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure" "..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" "is thine and my poor country's to command." "Whither indeed, before thy here-approach," "Such welcome and unwelcome things at once" "See, who comes here?" "My countryman, but yet I know him not." "I know him now." "Good God, betimes remove" "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" "a modern ecstasy." "O, relation Too nice, and yet too true!" "Each minute teems a new one." "How does my wife?" "Why...well." "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," "Now is the time of help!" "Your eye in Scotland would create soldiers..." "Be't their comfort we are coming thither." "Gracious England hath" "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?" "though the main part pertains to you alone." "If it be mine, keep it not from me, quickly let me have it." "which shall possess them with the heaviest sound" "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" "Wife, children, servants, all" "My wife kill'd too?" "I have said." "Be comforted." "He has no children." "All my pretty ones?" "Did you say all?" "O...hell-kite!" "All?" "What, all my pretty chickens and their dam" "But I must also feel it as a man." "I cannot but remember such things were," "Sinful Macduff, they were all struck for thee!" "Naught that I am," "fell slaughter on their souls." "Heaven rest them now!" "Be this the whetstone of your sword." "Let grief" "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!" "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...." "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." "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." "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." "What is that noise?" "It is the cry of women, my good lord." "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."" "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." "Before my body I throw my war-like shield." "Lay on, Macduff, and damned be he that first cries, "Hold..." ""..enough."" "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." "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!" " Subtitle by D3xt3r "