Speeches (Lines) for Macbeth in "The Tragedy of Macbeth"

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1 I / 3
  • So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
  • So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
  • All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
    Posters of the 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.

    Macbeth. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

2 I / 3
  • Speak, if you can: what are you?
  • Speak, if you can: what are you?
  • Banquo. How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
    So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
    That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
    And yet are on't? 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.

    Macbeth. Speak, if you can: what are you?

3 I / 3
  • Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
    By Sinel's death I know I am tha...
  • Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
    By Sinel'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
    Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
    With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.
  • First Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

    Macbeth. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
    By Sinel'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
    Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
    With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.

4 I / 3
  • Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
    As breath into the wind. Would...
  • Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
    As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!
  • Banquo. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
    And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

    Macbeth. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
    As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

5 I / 3
  • Your children shall be kings.
  • Your children shall be kings.
  • Banquo. Were such things here as we do speak about?
    Or have we eaten on the insane root
    That takes the reason prisoner?

    Macbeth. Your children shall be kings.

6 I / 3
  • And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
  • And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
  • Banquo. You shall be king.

    Macbeth. And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

7 I / 3
  • The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
    In borrow'd robes?
  • The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
    In borrow'd robes?
  • Banquo. What, can the devil speak true?

    Macbeth. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
    In borrow'd robes?

8 I / 3
  • [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
    The greatest is behind.
    [To ROSS an...
  • [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
    The greatest is behind.
    [To ROSS and ANGUS]
    Thanks for your pains.
    [To BANQUO]
    Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
    When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
    Promised no less to them?
  • Angus. Who was the thane lives yet;
    But under heavy judgment bears that life
    Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined
    With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
    With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
    He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
    But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
    Have overthrown him.

    Macbeth. [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
    The greatest is behind.
    [To ROSS and ANGUS]
    Thanks for your pains.
    [To BANQUO]
    Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
    When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
    Promised no less to them?

9 I / 3
  • [Aside]. Two truths are told,
    As happy prologues to the swelling act
    Of...
  • [Aside]. Two truths are told,
    As happy prologues to the swelling act
    Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.
    [Aside] 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 doth unfix my hair
    And make 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 smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
    But what is not.
  • Banquo. 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's
    In deepest consequence.
    Cousins, a word, I pray you.

    Macbeth. [Aside]. Two truths are told,
    As happy prologues to the swelling act
    Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.
    [Aside] 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 doth unfix my hair
    And make 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 smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
    But what is not.

10 I / 3
  • [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
    Without my st...
  • [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
    Without my stir.
  • Banquo. Look, how our partner's rapt.

    Macbeth. [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
    Without my stir.

11 I / 3
  • [Aside] Come what come may,
    Time and the hour runs through the roughest day....
  • [Aside] Come what come may,
    Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
  • Banquo. New horrors come upon him,
    Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
    But with the aid of use.

    Macbeth. [Aside] Come what come may,
    Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

12 I / 3
  • Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
    With things forgotten. Kind g...
  • Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
    With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
    Are register'd where every day I turn
    The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.
    Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,
    The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
    Our free hearts each to other.
  • Banquo. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

    Macbeth. Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
    With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
    Are register'd where every day I turn
    The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.
    Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,
    The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
    Our free hearts each to other.

13 I / 3
  • Till then, enough. Come, friends.
  • Till then, enough. Come, friends.
  • Banquo. Very gladly.

    Macbeth. Till then, enough. Come, friends.

14 I / 4
  • The service and the loyalty I owe,
    In doing it, pays itself. Your highness'...
  • 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 every thing
    Safe toward your love and honour.
  • Duncan. There's no art
    To find the mind's construction in the face:
    He was a gentleman on whom I built
    An absolute trust.
    [Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS]
    O worthiest cousin!
    The sin of my ingratitude even now
    Was heavy on me: thou art so far before
    That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
    To overtake thee. 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.

    Macbeth. 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 every thing
    Safe toward your love and honour.

15 I / 4
  • The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
    I'll be myself the harbinger...
  • The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
    I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
    The hearing of my wife with your approach;
    So humbly take my leave.
  • Duncan. 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 Inverness,
    And bind us further to you.

    Macbeth. The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
    I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
    The hearing of my wife with your approach;
    So humbly take my leave.

16 I / 4
  • [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
    On which I must fall down,...
  • [Aside] 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:
    The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,
    Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
  • Duncan. My worthy Cawdor!

    Macbeth. [Aside] 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:
    The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,
    Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

17 I / 5
  • My dearest love,
    Duncan comes here to-night.
  • My dearest love,
    Duncan comes here to-night.
  • Lady Macbeth. Give him tending;
    He brings great news.
    [Exit Messenger]
    The raven himself is hoarse
    That croaks the fatal entërance 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 th’accèss and passage to remorse,
    That no compunctious visitings of nature
    Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
    Th’effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts,
    And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring 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!'
    [Enter MACBETH]
    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.

    Macbeth. My dearest love,
    Duncan comes here to-night.

18 I / 5
  • To-morrow, as he purposes.
  • To-morrow, as he purposes.
  • Lady Macbeth. And when goes hence?

    Macbeth. To-morrow, as he purposes.

19 I / 5
  • We will speak further.
  • We will speak further.
  • Lady Macbeth. 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.

    Macbeth. We will speak further.

20 I / 7
  • If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
    It were done quickly: if th...
  • 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 his 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'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
    We still have judgment here; that we but teach
    Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
    To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
    Commends the ingredients of our poison'd 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
    Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath 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.
    [Enter LADY MACBETH]
    How now! what news?
  • Duncan. Give me your hand;
    Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
    And shall continue our graces towards him.
    By your leave, hostess.

    Macbeth. 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 his 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'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
    We still have judgment here; that we but teach
    Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
    To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
    Commends the ingredients of our poison'd 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
    Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath 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.
    [Enter LADY MACBETH]
    How now! what news?

21 I / 7
  • Hath he ask'd for me?
  • Hath he ask'd for me?
  • Lady Macbeth. He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?

    Macbeth. Hath he ask'd for me?

22 I / 7
  • We will proceed no further in this business:
    He hath honour'd me of late; an...
  • 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.
  • Lady Macbeth. Know you not he has?

    Macbeth. 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.

23 I / 7
  • Prithee, peace:
    I dare do all that may become a man;
    Who dares do more i...
  • Prithee, peace:
    I dare do all that may become a man;
    Who dares do more is none.
  • Lady Macbeth. 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 i' the adage?

    Macbeth. Prithee, peace:
    I dare do all that may become a man;
    Who dares do more is none.

24 I / 7
  • If we should fail?
  • If we should fail?
  • Lady Macbeth. 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 this.

    Macbeth. If we should fail?

25 I / 7
  • Bring forth men-children only;
    For thy undaunted mettle should compose
    N...
  • 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?
  • Lady Macbeth. We fail!
    But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
    And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep--
    Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
    Soundly invite him--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?

    Macbeth. 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?

26 I / 7
  • I am settled, and bend up
    Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
    Awa...
  • 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.
  • Lady Macbeth. Who dares receive it other,
    As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
    Upon his death?

    Macbeth. 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.

27 II / 1
  • A friend.
  • A friend.
  • Banquo. 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!
    [Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch]
    Give me my sword.
    Who's there?

    Macbeth. A friend.

28 II / 1
  • Being unprepared,
    Our will became the servant to defect;
    Which else shou...
  • Being unprepared,
    Our will became the servant to defect;
    Which else should free have wrought.
  • Banquo. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
    He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
    Sent forth great largess to your offices.
    This diamond he greets your wife withal,
    By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
    In measureless content.

    Macbeth. Being unprepared,
    Our will became the servant to defect;
    Which else should free have wrought.

29 II / 1
  • I think not of them:
    Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
    We would...
  • I think not of them:
    Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
    We would spend it in some words upon that business,
    If you would grant the time.
  • Banquo. All's well.
    I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
    To you they have show'd some truth.

    Macbeth. I think not of them:
    Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
    We would spend it in some words upon that business,
    If you would grant the time.

30 II / 1
  • If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
    It shall make honour for you.
  • If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
    It shall make honour for you.
  • Banquo. At your kind'st leisure.

    Macbeth. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
    It shall make honour for you.

31 II / 1
  • Good repose the while!
  • Good repose the while!
  • Banquo. So I lose none
    In seeking to augment it, but still keep
    My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,
    I shall be counsell'd.

    Macbeth. Good repose the while!

32 II / 1
  • Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
    She strike upon the bell. Get t...
  • Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
    She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
    [Exit Servant]
    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, in form as palpable
    As this which now I draw.
    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 else 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; 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 whereabout,
    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.
    [A bell rings]
    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.
  • Banquo. Thanks, sir: the like to you!

    Macbeth. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
    She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
    [Exit Servant]
    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, in form as palpable
    As this which now I draw.
    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 else 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; 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 whereabout,
    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.
    [A bell rings]
    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.

33 II / 2
  • [Within] Who's there? what, ho!
  • [Within] Who's there? what, ho!
  • Lady Macbeth. 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, the fatal bellman,
    Which gives the stern'st good-night. 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.

    Macbeth. [Within] Who's there? what, ho!

34 II / 2
  • I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
  • I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
  • Lady Macbeth. Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
    And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed
    Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
    He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
    My father as he slept, I had done't.
    [Enter MACBETH]
    My husband!

    Macbeth. I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?

35 II / 2
  • When?
  • When?
  • Lady Macbeth. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
    Did not you speak?

    Macbeth. When?

36 II / 2
  • As I descended?
  • As I descended?
  • Lady Macbeth. Now.

    Macbeth. As I descended?

37 II / 2
  • Hark!
    Who lies i' the second chamber?
  • Hark!
    Who lies i' the second chamber?
  • Lady Macbeth. Ay.

    Macbeth. Hark!
    Who lies i' the second chamber?

38 II / 2
  • This is a sorry sight.
  • This is a sorry sight.
  • Lady Macbeth. Donalbain.

    Macbeth. This is a sorry sight.

39 II / 2
  • There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried
    'Murder!'
    That they did...
  • There's one did laugh in's 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.
  • Lady Macbeth. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

    Macbeth. There's one did laugh in's 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.

40 II / 2
  • One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other;
    As they had seen me with the...
  • 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!'
  • Lady Macbeth. There are two lodged together.

    Macbeth. 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!'

41 II / 2
  • But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
    I had most need of blessing, and...
  • But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
    I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'
    Stuck in my throat.
  • Lady Macbeth. Consider it not so deeply.

    Macbeth. But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
    I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'
    Stuck in my throat.

42 II / 2
  • Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
    Macbeth does murder sleep', th...
  • 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,
    Chief nourisher in life's feast,--
  • Lady Macbeth. These deeds must not be thought
    After these ways; so, it will make us mad.

    Macbeth. 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,
    Chief nourisher in life's feast,--

43 II / 2
  • Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
    'Glamis hath murder'd slee...
  • Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
    'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
    Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'
  • Lady Macbeth. What do you mean?

    Macbeth. Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
    'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
    Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'

44 II / 2
  • I'll go no more:
    I am afraid to think what I have done;
    Look on't again...
  • I'll go no more:
    I am afraid to think what I have done;
    Look on't again I dare not.
  • Lady Macbeth. 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.

    Macbeth. I'll go no more:
    I am afraid to think what I have done;
    Look on't again I dare not.

45 II / 2
  • Whence is that knocking?
    How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
    W...
  • Whence is that knocking?
    How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
    What hands are here? ha! 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 in incarnadine,
    Making the green one red.
  • Lady Macbeth. 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.

    Macbeth. Whence is that knocking?
    How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
    What hands are here? ha! 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 in incarnadine,
    Making the green one red.

46 II / 2
  • To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
    [Knocking within]
    Wake Dun...
  • To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
    [Knocking within]
    Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
  • Lady Macbeth. My hands are of your colour; but I shame
    To wear a heart so white.
    [Knocking within]
    I hear a 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.
    [Knocking within]
    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.

    Macbeth. To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
    [Knocking within]
    Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!

47 II / 3
  • Good morrow, both.
  • Good morrow, both.
  • Lennox. Good morrow, noble sir.

    Macbeth. Good morrow, both.

48 II / 3
  • Not yet.
  • Not yet.
  • Macduff. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

    Macbeth. Not yet.

49 II / 3
  • I'll bring you to him.
  • I'll bring you to him.
  • Macduff. He did command me to call timely on him:
    I have almost slipp'd the hour.

    Macbeth. I'll bring you to him.

50 II / 3
  • The labour we delight in physics pain.
    This is the door.
  • The labour we delight in physics pain.
    This is the door.
  • Macduff. I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
    But yet 'tis one.

    Macbeth. The labour we delight in physics pain.
    This is the door.

51 II / 3
  • He does: he did appoint so.
  • He does: he did appoint so.
  • Lennox. Goes the king hence to-day?

    Macbeth. He does: he did appoint so.

52 II / 3
  • 'Twas a rough night.
  • 'Twas a rough night.
  • Lennox. 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,
    And prophesying with accents terrible
    Of dire combustion and confused events
    New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird
    Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
    Was feverous and did shake.

    Macbeth. 'Twas a rough night.

53 II / 3
  • [with Lennox] What's the matter.
  • [with Lennox] What's the matter.
  • Macduff. O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
    Cannot conceive nor name thee!

    Macbeth. [with Lennox] What's the matter.

54 II / 3
  • What is 't you say? the life?
  • What is 't you say? the life?
  • Macduff. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
    Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
    The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
    The life o' the building!

    Macbeth. What is 't you say? the life?

55 II / 3
  • Had I but died an hour before this chance,
    I had lived a blessed time; for,...
  • 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, and the mere lees
    Is left this vault to brag of.
  • Banquo. Too cruel any where.
    Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,
    And say it is not so.

    Macbeth. 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, and the mere lees
    Is left this vault to brag of.

56 II / 3
  • You are, and do not know't:
    The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood...
  • You are, and do not know't:
    The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
    Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
  • Donalbain. What is amiss?

    Macbeth. You are, and do not know't:
    The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
    Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.

57 II / 3
  • O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
    That I did kill them.
  • O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
    That I did kill them.
  • Lennox. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't:
    Their hands and faces were an 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.

    Macbeth. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
    That I did kill them.

58 II / 3
  • Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
    Loyal and neutral, in a mome...
  • Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
    Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
    The expedition my violent love
    Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
    His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
    And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
    For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
    Steep'd 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 's love known?
  • Macduff. Wherefore did you so?

    Macbeth. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
    Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
    The expedition my violent love
    Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
    His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
    And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
    For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
    Steep'd 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 's love known?

59 II / 3
  • Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
    And meet i' the hall together.
  • Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
    And meet i' the hall together.
  • All. So all.

    Macbeth. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
    And meet i' the hall together.

60 III / 1
  • Here's our chief guest.
  • Here's our chief guest.
  • Banquo. Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
    As the weird women promised, and, I fear,
    Thou play'dst most foully for't: 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.
    [Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY]
    MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants]

    Macbeth. Here's our chief guest.

61 III / 1
  • To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
    And I'll request your presence.
  • To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
    And I'll request your presence.
  • Lady Macbeth. If he had been forgotten,
    It had been as a gap in our great feast,
    And all-thing unbecoming.

    Macbeth. To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
    And I'll request your presence.

62 III / 1
  • Ride you this afternoon?
  • Ride you this afternoon?
  • Banquo. Let your highness
    Command upon me; to the which my duties
    Are with a most indissoluble tie
    For ever knit.

    Macbeth. Ride you this afternoon?

63 III / 1
  • We should have else desired your good advice,
    Which still hath been both gra...
  • We should have else desired your good advice,
    Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
    In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
    Is't far you ride?
  • Banquo. Ay, my good lord.

    Macbeth. We should have else desired your good advice,
    Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
    In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
    Is't far you ride?

64 III / 1
  • Fail not our feast.
  • Fail not our feast.
  • Banquo. 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.

    Macbeth. Fail not our feast.

65 III / 1
  • We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
    In England and in Ireland, not conf...
  • We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
    In England and in Ireland, not confessing
    Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
    With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,
    When therewithal we shall have cause of state
    Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
    Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
  • Banquo. My lord, I will not.

    Macbeth. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
    In England and in Ireland, not confessing
    Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
    With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,
    When therewithal we shall have cause of state
    Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
    Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

66 III / 1
  • I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
    And so I do commend you to their...
  • I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
    And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
    [Exit BANQUO]
    Let every man be master of his time
    Till seven at night: to make society
    The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
    Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!
    [Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant]
    Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
    Our pleasure?
  • Banquo. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.

    Macbeth. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
    And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
    [Exit BANQUO]
    Let every man be master of his time
    Till seven at night: to make society
    The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
    Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!
    [Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant]
    Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
    Our pleasure?

67 III / 1
  • Bring them before us.
    [Exit Attendant]
    To be thus is nothing;
    But to...
  • Bring them before us.
    [Exit Attendant]
    To be thus is nothing;
    But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo
    Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
    Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;
    And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
    He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
    To act in safety. There is none but he
    Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
    My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,
    Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
    When first they put the name of king upon me,
    And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like
    They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
    Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
    And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
    Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
    No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
    For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;
    For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
    Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
    Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
    Given to the common enemy of man,
    To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
    Rather than so, come fate into the list.
    And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!
    [Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers]
    Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
    [Exit Attendant]
    Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
  • Attendant. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

    Macbeth. Bring them before us.
    [Exit Attendant]
    To be thus is nothing;
    But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo
    Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
    Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;
    And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
    He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
    To act in safety. There is none but he
    Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
    My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,
    Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
    When first they put the name of king upon me,
    And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like
    They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
    Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
    And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
    Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
    No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
    For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;
    For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
    Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
    Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
    Given to the common enemy of man,
    To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
    Rather than so, come fate into the list.
    And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!
    [Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers]
    Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
    [Exit Attendant]
    Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

68 III / 1
  • Well then, now
    Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
    That it was he i...
  • Well then, now
    Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
    That it was he in the times past which held you
    So under fortune, which you thought had been
    Our innocent self: this I made good to you
    In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,
    How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,
    the instruments,
    Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
    To half a soul and to a notion crazed
    Say 'Thus did Banquo.'
  • First Murderer. It was, so please your highness.

    Macbeth. Well then, now
    Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
    That it was he in the times past which held you
    So under fortune, which you thought had been
    Our innocent self: this I made good to you
    In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,
    How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,
    the instruments,
    Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
    To half a soul and to a notion crazed
    Say 'Thus did Banquo.'

69 III / 1
  • I did so, and went further, which is now
    Our point of second meeting. Do you...
  • 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 gospell'd
    To pray for this good man and for his issue,
    Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave
    And beggar'd yours for ever?
  • First Murderer. You made it known to us.

    Macbeth. 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 gospell'd
    To pray for this good man and for his issue,
    Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave
    And beggar'd yours for ever?

70 III / 1
  • Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
    As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, span...
  • Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
    As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
    Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
    All by the name of dogs: the valued file
    Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
    The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
    According to the gift which bounteous nature
    Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
    Particular addition. from the bill
    That writes them all alike: and so of men.
    Now, if you have a station in the file,
    Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;
    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.
  • First Murderer. We are men, my liege.

    Macbeth. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
    As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
    Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
    All by the name of dogs: the valued file
    Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
    The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
    According to the gift which bounteous nature
    Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
    Particular addition. from the bill
    That writes them all alike: and so of men.
    Now, if you have a station in the file,
    Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;
    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.

71 III / 1
  • Both of you
    Know Banquo was your enemy.
  • Both of you
    Know Banquo was your enemy.
  • First Murderer. And I another
    So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
    That I would set my lie on any chance,
    To mend it, or be rid on't.

    Macbeth. Both of you
    Know Banquo was your enemy.

72 III / 1
  • So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
    That every minute of his being t...
  • So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
    That every minute of his being thrusts
    Against my near'st of life: 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 may not drop, but wail his fall
    Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,
    That I to your assistance do make love,
    Masking the business from the common eye
    For sundry weighty reasons.
  • First Murderer. [with Second Murderer] True, my lord.

    Macbeth. So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
    That every minute of his being thrusts
    Against my near'st of life: 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 may not drop, but wail his fall
    Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,
    That I to your assistance do make love,
    Masking the business from the common eye
    For sundry weighty reasons.

73 III / 1
  • Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
    I will advise you w...
  • Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
    I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
    Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,
    The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
    And something from the palace; always thought
    That I require a clearness: and with him--
    To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--
    Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
    Whose absence is no less material to me
    Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
    Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
    I'll come to you anon.
  • First Murderer. Though our lives--

    Macbeth. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
    I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
    Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,
    The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
    And something from the palace; always thought
    That I require a clearness: and with him--
    To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--
    Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
    Whose absence is no less material to me
    Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
    Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
    I'll come to you anon.

74 III / 1
  • I'll call upon you straight: abide within.
    [Exeunt Murderers]
    It is conc...
  • I'll call upon you straight: abide within.
    [Exeunt Murderers]
    It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
    If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.
  • First Murderer. [With Second Murderer] We are resolved, my lord.

    Macbeth. I'll call upon you straight: abide within.
    [Exeunt Murderers]
    It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
    If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.

75 III / 2
  • We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:
    She'll close and be herself, whil...
  • 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 touch him further.
  • Lady Macbeth. 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.
    [Enter MACBETH]
    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.

    Macbeth. 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 touch him further.

76 III / 2
  • So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
    Let your remembrance apply to Banq...
  • 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 lave our honours in these flattering streams,
    And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
    Disguising what they are.
  • Lady Macbeth. Come on;
    Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
    Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

    Macbeth. 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 lave our honours in these flattering streams,
    And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
    Disguising what they are.

77 III / 2
  • O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
    Thou know'st that Banquo, and hi...
  • O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
    Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
  • Lady Macbeth. You must leave this.

    Macbeth. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
    Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

78 III / 2
  • There's comfort yet; they are assailable;
    Then be thou jocund: ere the bat h...
  • 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 shall be done
    A deed of dreadful note.
  • Lady Macbeth. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.

    Macbeth. 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 shall be done
    A deed of dreadful note.

79 III / 2
  • Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
    Till thou applaud the deed. Com...
  • 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 preys 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.
  • Lady Macbeth. What's to be done?

    Macbeth. 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 preys 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.

80 III / 4
  • You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
    And last the hearty welcome.
  • You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
    And last the hearty welcome.
  • First Murderer. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

    Macbeth. You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
    And last the hearty welcome.

81 III / 4
  • Ourself will mingle with society,
    And play the humble host.
    Our hostess...
  • Ourself will mingle with society,
    And play the humble host.
    Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
    We will require her welcome.
  • Lords. Thanks to your majesty.

    Macbeth. Ourself will mingle with society,
    And play the humble host.
    Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
    We will require her welcome.

82 III / 4
  • See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
    Both sides are even: her...
  • See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
    Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:
    Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
    The table round.
    [Approaching the door]
    There's blood on thy face.
  • Lady Macbeth. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
    For my heart speaks they are welcome.

    Macbeth. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
    Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:
    Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
    The table round.
    [Approaching the door]
    There's blood on thy face.

83 III / 4
  • 'Tis better thee without than he within.
    Is he dispatch'd?
  • 'Tis better thee without than he within.
    Is he dispatch'd?
  • First Murderer. 'Tis Banquo's then.

    Macbeth. 'Tis better thee without than he within.
    Is he dispatch'd?

84 III / 4
  • Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good
    That did the like for Fl...
  • Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good
    That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
    Thou art the nonpareil.
  • First Murderer. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

    Macbeth. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good
    That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
    Thou art the nonpareil.

85 III / 4
  • Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,
    Whole as the marble, found...
  • 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 am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
    To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
  • First Murderer. Most royal sir,
    Fleance is 'scaped.

    Macbeth. 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 am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
    To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

86 III / 4
  • Thanks for that:
    There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
    Hath...
  • Thanks for that:
    There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
    Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
    No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
    We'll hear, ourselves, again.
  • First Murderer. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
    With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
    The least a death to nature.

    Macbeth. Thanks for that:
    There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
    Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
    No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
    We'll hear, ourselves, again.

87 III / 4
  • Sweet remembrancer!
    Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
    And health on...
  • Sweet remembrancer!
    Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
    And health on both!
  • Lady Macbeth. My royal lord,
    You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
    That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,
    'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;
    From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
    Meeting were bare without it.

    Macbeth. Sweet remembrancer!
    Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
    And health on both!

88 III / 4
  • Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
    Were the graced person of our B...
  • Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
    Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
    Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
    Than pity for mischance!
  • Lennox. May't please your highness sit.
    [The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in]
    MACBETH's place]

    Macbeth. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
    Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
    Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
    Than pity for mischance!

89 III / 4
  • The table's full.
  • The table's full.
  • Ross. His absence, sir,
    Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
    To grace us with your royal company.

    Macbeth. The table's full.

90 III / 4
  • Where?
  • Where?
  • Lennox. Here is a place reserved, sir.

    Macbeth. Where?

91 III / 4
  • Which of you have done this?
  • Which of you have done this?
  • Lennox. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?

    Macbeth. Which of you have done this?

92 III / 4
  • Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
    Thy gory locks at me.
  • Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
    Thy gory locks at me.
  • Lords. What, my good lord?

    Macbeth. Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
    Thy gory locks at me.

93 III / 4
  • Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
    Which might appal the devil.
  • Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
    Which might appal the devil.
  • Lady Macbeth. 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 shall offend him and extend his passion:
    Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?

    Macbeth. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
    Which might appal the devil.

94 III / 4
  • Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!
    how say you?
    Why, what care I? If...
  • 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 that we bury back, our monuments
    Shall be the maws of kites.
  • Lady Macbeth. 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,
    Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
    Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
    You look but on a stool.

    Macbeth. 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 that we bury back, our monuments
    Shall be the maws of kites.

95 III / 4
  • If I stand here, I saw him.
  • If I stand here, I saw him.
  • Lady Macbeth. What, quite unmann'd in folly?

    Macbeth. If I stand here, I saw him.

96 III / 4
  • Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
    Ere human statute purged th...
  • Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
    Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
    Ay, 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 twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
    And push us from our stools: this is more strange
    Than such a murder is.
  • Lady Macbeth. Fie, for shame!

    Macbeth. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
    Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
    Ay, 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 twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
    And push us from our stools: this is more strange
    Than such a murder is.

97 III / 4
  • I do forget.
    Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
    I have a strange...
  • 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. Come, love and health to all;
    Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.
    I drink to the general joy o' 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.
  • Lady Macbeth. My worthy lord,
    Your noble friends do lack you.

    Macbeth. 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. Come, love and health to all;
    Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.
    I drink to the general joy o' 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.

98 III / 4
  • Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
    Thy bones are marrowless...
  • 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!
  • Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

    Macbeth. 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!

99 III / 4
  • What man dare, I dare:
    Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
    The a...
  • What man dare, I dare:
    Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
    The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
    Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
    Shall 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!
    [GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]
    Why, so: being gone,
    I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
  • Lady Macbeth. Think of this, good peers,
    But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
    Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

    Macbeth. What man dare, I dare:
    Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
    The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
    Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
    Shall 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!
    [GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]
    Why, so: being gone,
    I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.

100 III / 4
  • Can such things be,
    And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
    Without our s...
  • 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 now I think you can behold such sights,
    And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
    When mine is blanched with fear.
  • Lady Macbeth. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
    With most admired disorder.

    Macbeth. 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 now I think you can behold such sights,
    And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
    When mine is blanched with fear.

101 III / 4
  • It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:
    Stones have been known...
  • 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 secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
  • Lady Macbeth. A kind good night to all!

    Macbeth. 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 secret'st man of blood. What is the night?

102 III / 4
  • How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
    At our great bidding?
  • How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
    At our great bidding?
  • Lady Macbeth. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

    Macbeth. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
    At our great bidding?

103 III / 4
  • I hear it by the way; but I will send:
    There's not a one of them but in his...
  • 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 to-morrow,
    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.
  • Lady Macbeth. Did you send to him, sir?

    Macbeth. 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 to-morrow,
    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.

104 III / 4
  • Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
    Is the initiate fear that wa...
  • 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.
  • Lady Macbeth. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

    Macbeth. 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.

105 IV / 1
  • How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
    What is't you do?
  • How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
    What is't you do?
  • Second Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
    Something wicked this way comes.
    Open, locks,
    Whoever knocks!

    Macbeth. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
    What is't you do?

106 IV / 1
  • I conjure you, by that which you profess,
    Howe'er you come to know it, answe...
  • 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 bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;
    Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
    Though palaces and pyramids do slope
    Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
    Of nature's germens tumble all together,
    Even till destruction sicken; answer me
    To what I ask you.
  • All. A deed without a name.

    Macbeth. 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 bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;
    Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
    Though palaces and pyramids do slope
    Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
    Of nature's germens tumble all together,
    Even till destruction sicken; answer me
    To what I ask you.

107 IV / 1
  • Call 'em; let me see 'em.
  • Call 'em; let me see 'em.
  • First Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,
    Or from our masters?

    Macbeth. Call 'em; let me see 'em.

108 IV / 1
  • Tell me, thou unknown power,--
  • Tell me, thou unknown power,--
  • All. Come, high or low;
    Thyself and office deftly show!

    Macbeth. Tell me, thou unknown power,--

109 IV / 1
  • Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
    Thou hast harp'd my fear ar...
  • Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
    Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one
    word more,--
  • First Apparition. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
    Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

    Macbeth. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
    Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one
    word more,--

110 IV / 1
  • Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.
  • Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.
  • Second Apparition. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

    Macbeth. Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.

111 IV / 1
  • Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
    But yet I'll make assurance do...
  • Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
    But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
    And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
    That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
    And sleep in spite of thunder.
    [Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand]
    What is this
    That rises like the issue of a king,
    And wears upon his baby-brow the round
    And top of sovereignty?
  • Second Apparition. Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
    The power of man, for none of woman born
    Shall harm Macbeth.

    Macbeth. Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
    But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
    And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
    That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
    And sleep in spite of thunder.
    [Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand]
    What is this
    That rises like the issue of a king,
    And wears upon his baby-brow the round
    And top of sovereignty?

112 IV / 1
  • That will never be
    Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
    Unfix his ea...
  • That will 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, pay his breath
    To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart
    Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art
    Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever
    Reign in this kingdom?
  • Third Apparition. 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.

    Macbeth. That will 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, pay his breath
    To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart
    Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art
    Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever
    Reign in this kingdom?

113 IV / 1
  • I will be satisfied: deny me this,
    And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me...
  • I will be satisfied: deny me this,
    And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.
    Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?
  • All. Seek to know no more.

    Macbeth. I will be satisfied: deny me this,
    And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.
    Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?

114 IV / 1
  • Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
    Thy crown does sear mine eye-b...
  • Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
    Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. 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 the eighth appears, who bears a glass
    Which shows me many more; and some I see
    That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:
    Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;
    For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
    And points at them for his.
    [Apparitions vanish]
    What, is this so?
  • All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
    Come like shadows, so depart!
    [A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in]
    his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following]

    Macbeth. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
    Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. 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 the eighth appears, who bears a glass
    Which shows me many more; and some I see
    That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:
    Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;
    For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
    And points at them for his.
    [Apparitions vanish]
    What, is this so?

115 IV / 1
  • Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
    Stand aye accursed in the cal...
  • Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
    Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
    Come in, without there!
  • First Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so: but why
    Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
    Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
    And show the best of our delights:
    I'll charm the air to give a sound,
    While you perform your antic round:
    That this great king may kindly say,
    Our duties did his welcome pay.

    Macbeth. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
    Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
    Come in, without there!

116 IV / 1
  • Saw you the weird sisters?
  • Saw you the weird sisters?
  • Lennox. What's your grace's will?

    Macbeth. Saw you the weird sisters?

117 IV / 1
  • Came they not by you?
  • Came they not by you?
  • Lennox. No, my lord.

    Macbeth. Came they not by you?

118 IV / 1
  • Infected be the air whereon they ride;
    And damn'd all those that trust them!...
  • Infected be the air whereon they ride;
    And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear
    The galloping of horse: who was't came by?
  • Lennox. No, indeed, my lord.

    Macbeth. Infected be the air whereon they ride;
    And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear
    The galloping of horse: who was't came by?

119 IV / 1
  • Fled to England!
  • Fled to England!
  • Lennox. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
    Macduff is fled to England.

    Macbeth. Fled to England!

120 IV / 1
  • Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:
    The flighty purpose never is o'er...
  • Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:
    The flighty purpose never is o'ertook
    Unless the deed go with it; 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 sword
    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!--Where are these gentlemen?
    Come, bring me where they are.
  • Lennox. Ay, my good lord.

    Macbeth. Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:
    The flighty purpose never is o'ertook
    Unless the deed go with it; 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 sword
    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!--Where are these gentlemen?
    Come, bring me where they are.

121 V / 3
  • Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
    Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsi...
  • 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 have pronounced 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.
    [Enter a Servant]
    The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
    Where got'st thou that goose look?
  • Lennox. Or so much as it needs,
    To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.
    Make we our march towards Birnam.

    Macbeth. 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 have pronounced 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.
    [Enter a Servant]
    The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
    Where got'st thou that goose look?

122 V / 3
  • Geese, villain!
  • Geese, villain!
  • Servant. There is ten thousand--

    Macbeth. Geese, villain!

123 V / 3
  • Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
    Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldie...
  • Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
    Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
    Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
    Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
  • Servant. Soldiers, sir.

    Macbeth. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
    Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
    Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
    Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

124 V / 3
  • Take thy face hence.
    [Exit Servant]
    Seyton!--I am sick at heart,
    Whe...
  • Take thy face hence.
    [Exit Servant]
    Seyton!--I am sick at heart,
    When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push
    Will 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,
    Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!
  • Servant. The English force, so please you.

    Macbeth. Take thy face hence.
    [Exit Servant]
    Seyton!--I am sick at heart,
    When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push
    Will 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,
    Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!

125 V / 3
  • What news more?
  • What news more?
  • Seyton. What is your gracious pleasure?

    Macbeth. What news more?

126 V / 3
  • I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
    Give me my armour.
  • I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
    Give me my armour.
  • Seyton. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.

    Macbeth. I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
    Give me my armour.

127 V / 3
  • I'll put it on.
    Send out more horses; skirr the country round;
    Hang thos...
  • I'll put it on.
    Send out more horses; skirr the country round;
    Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
    How does your patient, doctor?
  • Seyton. 'Tis not needed yet.

    Macbeth. I'll put it on.
    Send out more horses; skirr the country round;
    Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
    How does your patient, doctor?

128 V / 3
  • Cure her of that.
    Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
    Pluck from...
  • 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?
  • Doctor. Not so sick, my lord,
    As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,
    That keep her from her rest.

    Macbeth. 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?

129 V / 3
  • Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
    Come, put mine armour on; give me...
  • Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
    Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
    Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
    Come, sir, 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 should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--
    What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,
    Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?
  • Doctor. Therein the patient
    Must minister to himself.

    Macbeth. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
    Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
    Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
    Come, sir, 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 should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--
    What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,
    Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

130 V / 3
  • Bring it after me.
    I will not be afraid of death and bane,
    Till Birnam f...
  • Bring it after me.
    I will not be afraid of death and bane,
    Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
  • Doctor. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
    Makes us hear something.

    Macbeth. Bring it after me.
    I will not be afraid of death and bane,
    Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

131 V / 5
  • Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
    The cry is still 'They come:' our...
  • 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 met them dareful, beard to beard,
    And beat them backward home.
    [A cry of women within]
    What is that noise?
  • Siward. The time approaches
    That will with due decision make us know
    What we shall say we have and what we owe.
    Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
    But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
    Towards which advance the war.

    Macbeth. 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 met them dareful, beard to beard,
    And beat them backward home.
    [A cry of women within]
    What is that noise?

132 V / 5
  • I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
    The time has been, my senses would...
  • I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
    The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
    To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
    Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
    As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
    Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
    Cannot once start me.
    [Re-enter SEYTON]
    Wherefore was that cry?
  • Seyton. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

    Macbeth. I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
    The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
    To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
    Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
    As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
    Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
    Cannot once start me.
    [Re-enter SEYTON]
    Wherefore was that cry?

133 V / 5
  • She should have died hereafter;
    There would have been a time for such a word...
  • She should have died hereafter;
    There would have been a time for such a word.
    To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
    To the last syllable of recorded time,
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
    And then is heard no more: it is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.
    [Enter a Messenger]
    Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
  • Seyton. The queen, my lord, is dead.

    Macbeth. She should have died hereafter;
    There would have been a time for such a word.
    To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
    To the last syllable of recorded time,
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
    And then is heard no more: it is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.
    [Enter a Messenger]
    Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.

134 V / 5
  • Well, say, sir.
  • Well, say, sir.
  • Messenger. Gracious my lord,
    I should report that which I say I saw,
    But know not how to do it.

    Macbeth. Well, say, sir.

135 V / 5
  • Liar and slave!
  • Liar and slave!
  • Messenger. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
    I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
    The wood began to move.

    Macbeth. Liar and slave!

136 V / 5
  • If thou speak'st false,
    Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
    Till f...
  • If thou speak'st false,
    Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
    Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
    I care not if thou dost for me as much.
    I pull in resolution, and begin
    To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
    That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood
    Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood
    Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
    If this which he avouches does 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.
  • Messenger. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
    Within this three mile may you see it coming;
    I say, a moving grove.

    Macbeth. If thou speak'st false,
    Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
    Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
    I care not if thou dost for me as much.
    I pull in resolution, and begin
    To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
    That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood
    Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood
    Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
    If this which he avouches does 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.

137 V / 7
  • They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
    But, bear-like, I must fight the...
  • They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
    But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he
    That was not born of woman? Such a one
    Am I to fear, or none.
  • Macduff. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
    Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

    Macbeth. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
    But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he
    That was not born of woman? Such a one
    Am I to fear, or none.

138 V / 7
  • Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
  • Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
  • Young Siward. What is thy name?

    Macbeth. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

139 V / 7
  • My name's Macbeth.
  • My name's Macbeth.
  • Young Siward. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
    Than any is in hell.

    Macbeth. My name's Macbeth.

140 V / 7
  • No, nor more fearful.
  • No, nor more fearful.
  • Young Siward. The devil himself could not pronounce a title
    More hateful to mine ear.

    Macbeth. No, nor more fearful.

141 V / 7
  • Thou wast born of woman
    But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
    B...
  • Thou wast born of woman
    But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
    Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
  • Young Siward. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
    I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

    Macbeth. Thou wast born of woman
    But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
    Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.

142 V / 8
  • Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
    On mine own sword? whiles I see li...
  • Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
    On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
    Do better upon them.
  • Siward. Enter, sir, the castle.

    Macbeth. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
    On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
    Do better upon them.

143 V / 8
  • Of all men else I have avoided thee:
    But get thee back; my soul is too much...
  • Of all men else I have avoided thee:
    But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
    With blood of thine already.
  • Macduff. Turn, hell-hound, turn!

    Macbeth. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
    But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
    With blood of thine already.

144 V / 8
  • Thou losest labour:
    As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
    With thy keen...
  • Thou losest labour:
    As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
    With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed:
    Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
    I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
    To one of woman born.
  • Macduff. I have no words:
    My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
    Than terms can give thee out!

    Macbeth. Thou losest labour:
    As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
    With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed:
    Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
    I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
    To one of woman born.

145 V / 8
  • Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
    For it hath cow'd my better part o...
  • Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
    For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
    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.
  • Macduff. Despair thy charm;
    And let the angel whom thou still hast served
    Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
    Untimely ripp'd.

    Macbeth. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
    For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
    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.

146 V / 8
  • I will not yield,
    To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
    And to...
  • 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. Before my body
    I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
    And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
    [Exeunt, fighting. Alarums]
    [Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours,]
    MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers]
  • Macduff. 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.'

    Macbeth. 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. Before my body
    I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
    And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
    [Exeunt, fighting. Alarums]
    [Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours,]
    MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers]

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