Array ( [TITLE] => The Tragedy of Macbeth [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => DUNCAN, king of Scotland. [1] => FLEANCE, son to Banquo. [2] => SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces. [3] => YOUNG SIWARD, his son. [4] => SEYTON, an officer attending on Macbeth. [5] => Boy, son to Macduff. [6] => An English Doctor. [7] => A Scotch Doctor. [8] => A Soldier. [9] => A Porter. [10] => An Old Man. [11] => LADY MACBETH [12] => LADY MACDUFF [13] => Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. [14] => HECATE [15] => Three Witches. [16] => Apparitions. [17] => Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => MALCOLM [1] => DONALBAIN ) [GRPDESCR] => his sons. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => MACBETH [1] => BANQUO ) [GRPDESCR] => generals of the king's army. ) [2] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => MACDUFF [1] => LENNOX [2] => ROSS [3] => MENTEITH [4] => ANGUS [5] => CAITHNESS ) [GRPDESCR] => noblemen of Scotland. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Scotland: England. [PLAYSUBT] => MACBETH [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. A desert place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When shall we three meet again [1] => In thunder, lightning, or in rain? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When the hurlyburly's done, [1] => When the battle's lost and won. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => That will be ere the set of sun. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Where the place? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Upon the heath. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => There to meet with Macbeth. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => I come, Graymalkin! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Paddock calls. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => Anon. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fair is foul, and foul is fair: [1] => Hover through the fog and filthy air. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A camp near Forres. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant [1] => Enter ROSS [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What bloody man is that? He can report, [1] => As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt [2] => The newest state. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is the sergeant [1] => Who like a good and hardy soldier fought [2] => 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! [3] => Say to the king the knowledge of the broil [4] => As thou didst leave it. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sergeant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doubtful it stood; [1] => As two spent swimmers, that do cling together [2] => And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-- [3] => Worthy to be a rebel, for to that [4] => The multiplying villanies of nature [5] => Do swarm upon him--from the western isles [6] => Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; [7] => And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, [8] => Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: [9] => For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name-- [10] => Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, [11] => Which smoked with bloody execution, [12] => Like valour's minion carved out his passage [13] => Till he faced the slave; [14] => Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, [15] => Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, [16] => And fix'd his head upon our battlements. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sergeant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As whence the sun 'gins his reflection [1] => Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, [2] => So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come [3] => Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: [4] => No sooner justice had with valour arm'd [5] => Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, [6] => But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, [7] => With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men [8] => Began a fresh assault. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dismay'd not this [1] => Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sergeant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes; [1] => As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. [2] => If I say sooth, I must report they were [3] => As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they [4] => Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: [5] => Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, [6] => Or memorise another Golgotha, [7] => I cannot tell. [8] => But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; [1] => They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. [2] => Who comes here? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Sergeant, attended ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => The worthy thane of Ross. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look [1] => That seems to speak things strange. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => God save the king! ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Whence camest thou, worthy thane? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From Fife, great king; [1] => Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky [2] => And fan our people cold. Norway himself, [3] => With terrible numbers, [4] => Assisted by that most disloyal traitor [5] => The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; [6] => Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, [7] => Confronted him with self-comparisons, [8] => Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. [9] => Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, [10] => The victory fell on us. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Great happiness! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That now [1] => Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition: [2] => Nor would we deign him burial of his men [3] => Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch [4] => Ten thousand dollars to our general use. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive [1] => Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, [2] => And with his former title greet Macbeth. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => I'll see it done. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A heath near Forres. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Thunder. Enter the three Witches [1] => Drum within [2] => Enter MACBETH and BANQUO [3] => Witches vanish [4] => Enter ROSS and ANGUS [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Where hast thou been, sister? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Killing swine. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => Sister, where thou? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, [1] => And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:-- [2] => 'Give me,' quoth I: [3] => 'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. [4] => Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: [5] => But in a sieve I'll thither sail, [6] => And, like a rat without a tail, [7] => I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => I'll give thee a wind. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Thou'rt kind. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => And I another. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I myself have all the other, [1] => And the very ports they blow, [2] => All the quarters that they know [3] => I' the shipman's card. [4] => I will drain him dry as hay: [5] => Sleep shall neither night nor day [6] => Hang upon his pent-house lid; [7] => He shall live a man forbid: [8] => Weary se'nnights nine times nine [9] => Shall he dwindle, peak and pine: [10] => Though his bark cannot be lost, [11] => Yet it shall be tempest-tost. [12] => Look what I have. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Show me, show me. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here I have a pilot's thumb, [1] => Wreck'd as homeward he did come. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A drum, a drum! [1] => Macbeth doth come. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The weird sisters, hand in hand, [1] => Posters of the sea and land, [2] => Thus do go about, about: [3] => Thrice to thine and thrice to mine [4] => And thrice again, to make up nine. [5] => Peace! the charm's wound up. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => So foul and fair a day I have not seen. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these [1] => So wither'd and so wild in their attire, [2] => That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, [3] => And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught [4] => That man may question? You seem to understand me, [5] => By each at once her chappy finger laying [6] => Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, [7] => And yet your beards forbid me to interpret [8] => That you are so. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Speak, if you can: what are you? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter! ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear [1] => Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth, [2] => Are ye fantastical, or that indeed [3] => Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner [4] => You greet with present grace and great prediction [5] => Of noble having and of royal hope, [6] => That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not. [7] => If you can look into the seeds of time, [8] => And say which grain will grow and which will not, [9] => Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear [10] => Your favours nor your hate. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Hail! ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Hail! ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => Hail! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Not so happy, yet much happier. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: [1] => So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: [1] => By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis; [2] => But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, [3] => A prosperous gentleman; and to be king [4] => Stands not within the prospect of belief, [5] => No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence [6] => You owe this strange intelligence? or why [7] => Upon this blasted heath you stop our way [8] => With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, [1] => And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted [1] => As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Were such things here as we do speak about? [1] => Or have we eaten on the insane root [2] => That takes the reason prisoner? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Your children shall be kings. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => You shall be king. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king hath happily received, Macbeth, [1] => The news of thy success; and when he reads [2] => Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, [3] => His wonders and his praises do contend [4] => Which should be thine or his: silenced with that, [5] => In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, [6] => He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, [7] => Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, [8] => Strange images of death. As thick as hail [9] => Came post with post; and every one did bear [10] => Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, [11] => And pour'd them down before him. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are sent [1] => To give thee from our royal master thanks; [2] => Only to herald thee into his sight, [3] => Not pay thee. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, for an earnest of a greater honour, [1] => He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: [2] => In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! [3] => For it is thine. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => What, can the devil speak true? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me [1] => In borrow'd robes? ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who was the thane lives yet; [1] => But under heavy judgment bears that life [2] => Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined [3] => With those of Norway, or did line the rebel [4] => With hidden help and vantage, or that with both [5] => He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; [6] => But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, [7] => Have overthrown him. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => The greatest is behind. [2] => Thanks for your pains. [3] => Do you not hope your children shall be kings, [4] => When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me [5] => Promised no less to them? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => To ROSS and ANGUS [1] => To BANQUO ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That trusted home [1] => Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, [2] => Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: [3] => And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, [4] => The instruments of darkness tell us truths, [5] => Win us with honest trifles, to betray's [6] => In deepest consequence. [7] => Cousins, a word, I pray you. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => As happy prologues to the swelling act [2] => Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen. [3] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [4] => Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill, [5] => Why hath it given me earnest of success, [6] => Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: [7] => If good, why do I yield to that suggestion [8] => Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair [9] => And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, [10] => Against the use of nature? Present fears [11] => Are less than horrible imaginings: [12] => My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, [13] => Shakes so my single state of man that function [14] => Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is [15] => But what is not. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Look, how our partner's rapt. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Without my stir. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => New horrors come upon him, [1] => Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould [2] => But with the aid of use. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought [1] => With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains [2] => Are register'd where every day I turn [3] => The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. [4] => Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time, [5] => The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak [6] => Our free hearts each to other. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Very gladly. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Till then, enough. Come, friends. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Forres. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants [1] => Exit [2] => Flourish. Exeunt ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not [1] => Those in commission yet return'd? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My liege, [1] => They are not yet come back. But I have spoke [2] => With one that saw him die: who did report [3] => That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, [4] => Implored your highness' pardon and set forth [5] => A deep repentance: nothing in his life [6] => Became him like the leaving it; he died [7] => As one that had been studied in his death [8] => To throw away the dearest thing he owed, [9] => As 'twere a careless trifle. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's no art [1] => To find the mind's construction in the face: [2] => He was a gentleman on whom I built [3] => An absolute trust. [4] => O worthiest cousin! [5] => The sin of my ingratitude even now [6] => Was heavy on me: thou art so far before [7] => That swiftest wing of recompense is slow [8] => To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, [9] => That the proportion both of thanks and payment [10] => Might have been mine! only I have left to say, [11] => More is thy due than more than all can pay. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The service and the loyalty I owe, [1] => In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part [2] => Is to receive our duties; and our duties [3] => Are to your throne and state children and servants, [4] => Which do but what they should, by doing every thing [5] => Safe toward your love and honour. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome hither: [1] => I have begun to plant thee, and will labour [2] => To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, [3] => That hast no less deserved, nor must be known [4] => No less to have done so, let me enfold thee [5] => And hold thee to my heart. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There if I grow, [1] => The harvest is your own. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My plenteous joys, [1] => Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves [2] => In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, [3] => And you whose places are the nearest, know [4] => We will establish our estate upon [5] => Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter [6] => The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must [7] => Not unaccompanied invest him only, [8] => But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine [9] => On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, [10] => And bind us further to you. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The rest is labour, which is not used for you: [1] => I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful [2] => The hearing of my wife with your approach; [3] => So humbly take my leave. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => My worthy Cawdor! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [2] => For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; [3] => Let not light see my black and deep desires: [4] => The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, [5] => Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, [1] => And in his commendations I am fed; [2] => It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, [3] => Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: [4] => It is a peerless kinsman. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'They met me in the day of success: and I have [1] => learned by the perfectest report, they have more in [2] => them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire [3] => to question them further, they made themselves air, [4] => into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in [5] => the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who [6] => all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title, [7] => before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred [8] => me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that [9] => shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver [10] => thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou [11] => mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being [12] => ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it [13] => to thy heart, and farewell.' [14] => Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be [15] => What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature; [16] => It is too full o' the milk of human kindness [17] => To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; [18] => Art not without ambition, but without [19] => The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, [20] => That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, [21] => And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis, [22] => That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it; [23] => And that which rather thou dost fear to do [24] => Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, [25] => That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; [26] => And chastise with the valour of my tongue [27] => All that impedes thee from the golden round, [28] => Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem [29] => To have thee crown'd withal. [30] => What is your tidings? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Messenger ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => The king comes here to-night. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou'rt mad to say it: [1] => Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, [2] => Would have inform'd for preparation. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: [1] => One of my fellows had the speed of him, [2] => Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more [3] => Than would make up his message. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give him tending; [1] => He brings great news. [2] => The raven himself is hoarse [3] => That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan [4] => Under my battlements. Come, you spirits [5] => That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, [6] => And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full [7] => Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood; [8] => Stop up the access and passage to remorse, [9] => That no compunctious visitings of nature [10] => Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between [11] => The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, [12] => And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, [13] => Wherever in your sightless substances [14] => You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, [15] => And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, [16] => That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, [17] => Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, [18] => To cry 'Hold, hold!' [19] => Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! [20] => Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! [21] => Thy letters have transported me beyond [22] => This ignorant present, and I feel now [23] => The future in the instant. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit Messenger [1] => Enter MACBETH ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My dearest love, [1] => Duncan comes here to-night. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => And when goes hence? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => To-morrow, as he purposes. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, never [1] => Shall sun that morrow see! [2] => Your face, my thane, is as a book where men [3] => May read strange matters. To beguile the time, [4] => Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, [5] => Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, [6] => But be the serpent under't. He that's coming [7] => Must be provided for: and you shall put [8] => This night's great business into my dispatch; [9] => Which shall to all our nights and days to come [10] => Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => We will speak further. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Only look up clear; [1] => To alter favour ever is to fear: [2] => Leave all the rest to me. ) ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants [1] => Enter LADY MACBETH [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air [1] => Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself [2] => Unto our gentle senses. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This guest of summer, [1] => The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, [2] => By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath [3] => Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, [4] => Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird [5] => Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: [6] => Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, [7] => The air is delicate. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See, see, our honour'd hostess! [1] => The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, [2] => Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you [3] => How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, [4] => And thank us for your trouble. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All our service [1] => In every point twice done and then done double [2] => Were poor and single business to contend [3] => Against those honours deep and broad wherewith [4] => Your majesty loads our house: for those of old, [5] => And the late dignities heap'd up to them, [6] => We rest your hermits. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where's the thane of Cawdor? [1] => We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose [2] => To be his purveyor: but he rides well; [3] => And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him [4] => To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, [5] => We are your guest to-night. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your servants ever [1] => Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt, [2] => To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, [3] => Still to return your own. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUNCAN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me your hand; [1] => Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, [2] => And shall continue our graces towards him. [3] => By your leave, hostess. ) ) ) ) [6] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well [1] => It were done quickly: if the assassination [2] => Could trammel up the consequence, and catch [3] => With his surcease success; that but this blow [4] => Might be the be-all and the end-all here, [5] => But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, [6] => We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases [7] => We still have judgment here; that we but teach [8] => Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return [9] => To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice [10] => Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice [11] => To our own lips. He's here in double trust; [12] => First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, [13] => Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, [14] => Who should against his murderer shut the door, [15] => Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan [16] => Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been [17] => So clear in his great office, that his virtues [18] => Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against [19] => The deep damnation of his taking-off; [20] => And pity, like a naked new-born babe, [21] => Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed [22] => Upon the sightless couriers of the air, [23] => Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, [24] => That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur [25] => To prick the sides of my intent, but only [26] => Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself [27] => And falls on the other. [28] => How now! what news? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter LADY MACBETH ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Hath he ask'd for me? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Know you not he has? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will proceed no further in this business: [1] => He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought [2] => Golden opinions from all sorts of people, [3] => Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, [4] => Not cast aside so soon. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Was the hope drunk [1] => Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? [2] => And wakes it now, to look so green and pale [3] => At what it did so freely? From this time [4] => Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard [5] => To be the same in thine own act and valour [6] => As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that [7] => Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, [8] => And live a coward in thine own esteem, [9] => Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' [10] => Like the poor cat i' the adage? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prithee, peace: [1] => I dare do all that may become a man; [2] => Who dares do more is none. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What beast was't, then, [1] => That made you break this enterprise to me? [2] => When you durst do it, then you were a man; [3] => And, to be more than what you were, you would [4] => Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place [5] => Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: [6] => They have made themselves, and that their fitness now [7] => Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know [8] => How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: [9] => I would, while it was smiling in my face, [10] => Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, [11] => And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you [12] => Have done to this. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => If we should fail? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We fail! [1] => But screw your courage to the sticking-place, [2] => And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep-- [3] => Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey [4] => Soundly invite him--his two chamberlains [5] => Will I with wine and wassail so convince [6] => That memory, the warder of the brain, [7] => Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason [8] => A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep [9] => Their drenched natures lie as in a death, [10] => What cannot you and I perform upon [11] => The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon [12] => His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt [13] => Of our great quell? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bring forth men-children only; [1] => For thy undaunted mettle should compose [2] => Nothing but males. Will it not be received, [3] => When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two [4] => Of his own chamber and used their very daggers, [5] => That they have done't? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who dares receive it other, [1] => As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar [2] => Upon his death? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am settled, and bend up [1] => Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. [2] => Away, and mock the time with fairest show: [3] => False face must hide what the false heart doth know. ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him [1] => Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => How goes the night, boy? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLEANCE [LINE] => The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => And she goes down at twelve. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLEANCE [LINE] => I take't, 'tis later, sir. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven; [1] => Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. [2] => A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, [3] => And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers, [4] => Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature [5] => Gives way to in repose! [6] => Give me my sword. [7] => Who's there? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => A friend. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: [1] => He hath been in unusual pleasure, and [2] => Sent forth great largess to your offices. [3] => This diamond he greets your wife withal, [4] => By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up [5] => In measureless content. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Being unprepared, [1] => Our will became the servant to defect; [2] => Which else should free have wrought. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All's well. [1] => I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: [2] => To you they have show'd some truth. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think not of them: [1] => Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, [2] => We would spend it in some words upon that business, [3] => If you would grant the time. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => At your kind'st leisure. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, [1] => It shall make honour for you. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So I lose none [1] => In seeking to augment it, but still keep [2] => My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, [3] => I shall be counsell'd. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Good repose the while! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Thanks, sir: the like to you! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, [1] => She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [2] => Is this a dagger which I see before me, [3] => The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. [4] => I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. [5] => Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible [6] => To feeling as to sight? or art thou but [7] => A dagger of the mind, a false creation, [8] => Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? [9] => I see thee yet, in form as palpable [10] => As this which now I draw. [11] => Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; [12] => And such an instrument I was to use. [13] => Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, [14] => Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, [15] => And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, [16] => Which was not so before. There's no such thing: [17] => It is the bloody business which informs [18] => Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld [19] => Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse [20] => The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates [21] => Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, [22] => Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, [23] => Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. [24] => With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design [25] => Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, [26] => Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear [27] => Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, [28] => And take the present horror from the time, [29] => Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: [30] => Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [31] => I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. [32] => Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell [33] => That summons thee to heaven or to hell. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit Servant [1] => A bell rings ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LADY MACBETH [1] => Looking on his hands [2] => Exit. Knocking within [3] => Re-enter LADY MACBETH [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; [1] => What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. [2] => Hark! Peace! [3] => It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, [4] => Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: [5] => The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms [6] => Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd [7] => their possets, [8] => That death and nature do contend about them, [9] => Whether they live or die. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, [1] => And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed [2] => Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; [3] => He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled [4] => My father as he slept, I had done't. [5] => My husband! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter MACBETH ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. [1] => Did not you speak? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => When? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Now. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => As I descended? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Ay. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hark! [1] => Who lies i' the second chamber? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Donalbain. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => This is a sorry sight. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried [1] => 'Murder!' [2] => That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: [3] => But they did say their prayers, and address'd them [4] => Again to sleep. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => There are two lodged together. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other; [1] => As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. [2] => Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,' [3] => When they did say 'God bless us!' ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Consider it not so deeply. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? [1] => I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' [2] => Stuck in my throat. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These deeds must not be thought [1] => After these ways; so, it will make us mad. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! [1] => Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, [2] => Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, [3] => The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, [4] => Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, [5] => Chief nourisher in life's feast,-- ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => What do you mean? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: [1] => 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor [2] => Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.' ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, [1] => You do unbend your noble strength, to think [2] => So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, [3] => And wash this filthy witness from your hand. [4] => Why did you bring these daggers from the place? [5] => They must lie there: go carry them; and smear [6] => The sleepy grooms with blood. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll go no more: [1] => I am afraid to think what I have done; [2] => Look on't again I dare not. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Infirm of purpose! [1] => Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead [2] => Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood [3] => That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, [4] => I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; [5] => For it must seem their guilt. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whence is that knocking? [1] => How is't with me, when every noise appals me? [2] => What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes. [3] => Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood [4] => Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather [5] => The multitudinous seas in incarnadine, [6] => Making the green one red. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My hands are of your colour; but I shame [1] => To wear a heart so white. [2] => I hear a knocking [3] => At the south entry: retire we to our chamber; [4] => A little water clears us of this deed: [5] => How easy is it, then! Your constancy [6] => Hath left you unattended. [7] => Hark! more knocking. [8] => Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, [9] => And show us to be watchers. Be not lost [10] => So poorly in your thoughts. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Knocking within [1] => Knocking within ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. [1] => Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! ) [STAGEDIR] => Knocking within ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Knocking within. Enter a Porter [1] => Opens the gate [2] => Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX [3] => Exit [4] => Re-enter MACDUFF [5] => Bell rings [6] => Enter LADY MACBETH [7] => Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS [8] => Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN [9] => Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain [10] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Porter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here's a knocking indeed! If a [1] => man were porter of hell-gate, he should have [2] => old turning the key. [3] => Knock, [4] => knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of [5] => Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged [6] => himself on the expectation of plenty: come in [7] => time; have napkins enow about you; here [8] => you'll sweat for't. [9] => Knock, [10] => knock! Who's there, in the other devil's [11] => name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could [12] => swear in both the scales against either scale; [13] => who committed treason enough for God's sake, [14] => yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come [15] => in, equivocator. [16] => Knock, [17] => knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an [18] => English tailor come hither, for stealing out of [19] => a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may [20] => roast your goose. [21] => Knock, [22] => knock; never at quiet! What are you? But [23] => this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter [24] => it no further: I had thought to have let in [25] => some of all professions that go the primrose [26] => way to the everlasting bonfire. [27] => Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Knocking within [1] => Knocking within [2] => Knocking within [3] => Knocking within [4] => Knocking within ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, [1] => That you do lie so late? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Porter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Faith sir, we were carousing till the [1] => second cock: and drink, sir, is a great [2] => provoker of three things. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => What three things does drink especially provoke? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Porter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and [1] => urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; [2] => it provokes the desire, but it takes [3] => away the performance: therefore, much drink [4] => may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: [5] => it makes him, and it mars him; it sets [6] => him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, [7] => and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and [8] => not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him [9] => in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Porter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That it did, sir, i' the very throat on [1] => me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I [2] => think, being too strong for him, though he took [3] => up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast [4] => him. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is thy master stirring? [1] => Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter MACBETH ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Good morrow, noble sir. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Good morrow, both. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Is the king stirring, worthy thane? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Not yet. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He did command me to call timely on him: [1] => I have almost slipp'd the hour. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => I'll bring you to him. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know this is a joyful trouble to you; [1] => But yet 'tis one. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The labour we delight in physics pain. [1] => This is the door. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll make so bold to call, [1] => For 'tis my limited service. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Goes the king hence to-day? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => He does: he did appoint so. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The night has been unruly: where we lay, [1] => Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, [2] => Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death, [3] => And prophesying with accents terrible [4] => Of dire combustion and confused events [5] => New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird [6] => Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth [7] => Was feverous and did shake. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => 'Twas a rough night. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My young remembrance cannot parallel [1] => A fellow to it. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart [1] => Cannot conceive nor name thee! ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => MACBETH [1] => LENNOX ) [LINE] => What's the matter. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! [1] => Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope [2] => The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence [3] => The life o' the building! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => What is 't you say? the life? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Mean you his majesty? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight [1] => With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak; [2] => See, and then speak yourselves. [3] => Awake, awake! [4] => Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason! [5] => Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! [6] => Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, [7] => And look on death itself! up, up, and see [8] => The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo! [9] => As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, [10] => To countenance this horror! Ring the bell. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What's the business, [1] => That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley [2] => The sleepers of the house? speak, speak! ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O gentle lady, [1] => 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: [2] => The repetition, in a woman's ear, [3] => Would murder as it fell. [4] => O Banquo, Banquo, [5] => Our royal master 's murder'd! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter BANQUO ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Woe, alas! [1] => What, in our house? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Too cruel any where. [1] => Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself, [2] => And say it is not so. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Had I but died an hour before this chance, [1] => I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant, [2] => There 's nothing serious in mortality: [3] => All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; [4] => The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees [5] => Is left this vault to brag of. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DONALBAIN [LINE] => What is amiss? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are, and do not know't: [1] => The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood [2] => Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Your royal father 's murder'd. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => O, by whom? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't: [1] => Their hands and faces were an badged with blood; [2] => So were their daggers, which unwiped we found [3] => Upon their pillows: [4] => They stared, and were distracted; no man's life [5] => Was to be trusted with them. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, yet I do repent me of my fury, [1] => That I did kill them. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Wherefore did you so? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, [1] => Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: [2] => The expedition my violent love [3] => Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan, [4] => His silver skin laced with his golden blood; [5] => And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature [6] => For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, [7] => Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers [8] => Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain, [9] => That had a heart to love, and in that heart [10] => Courage to make 's love known? ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Help me hence, ho! ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Look to the lady. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to DONALBAIN ) [1] => That most may claim this argument for ours? ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DONALBAIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to MALCOLM ) [1] => where our fate, [2] => Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us? [3] => Let 's away; [4] => Our tears are not yet brew'd. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to DONALBAIN ) [1] => Upon the foot of motion. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look to the lady: [1] => And when we have our naked frailties hid, [2] => That suffer in exposure, let us meet, [3] => And question this most bloody piece of work, [4] => To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us: [5] => In the great hand of God I stand; and thence [6] => Against the undivulged pretence I fight [7] => Of treasonous malice. ) [STAGEDIR] => LADY MACBETH is carried out ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => And so do I. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => So all. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let's briefly put on manly readiness, [1] => And meet i' the hall together. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Well contented. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What will you do? Let's not consort with them: [1] => To show an unfelt sorrow is an office [2] => Which the false man does easy. I'll to England. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DONALBAIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To Ireland, I; our separated fortune [1] => Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, [2] => There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, [3] => The nearer bloody. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This murderous shaft that's shot [1] => Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way [2] => Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; [3] => And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, [4] => But shift away: there's warrant in that theft [5] => Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Outside Macbeth's castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ROSS and an old Man [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Man [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Threescore and ten I can remember well: [1] => Within the volume of which time I have seen [2] => Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night [3] => Hath trifled former knowings. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, good father, [1] => Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, [2] => Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day, [3] => And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: [4] => Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame, [5] => That darkness does the face of earth entomb, [6] => When living light should kiss it? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Man [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis unnatural, [1] => Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, [2] => A falcon, towering in her pride of place, [3] => Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain-- [1] => Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, [2] => Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, [3] => Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make [4] => War with mankind. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Man [LINE] => 'Tis said they eat each other. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes [1] => That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff. [2] => How goes the world, sir, now? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter MACDUFF ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Why, see you not? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Those that Macbeth hath slain. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, the day! [1] => What good could they pretend? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They were suborn'd: [1] => Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, [2] => Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them [3] => Suspicion of the deed. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Gainst nature still! [1] => Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up [2] => Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like [3] => The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is already named, and gone to Scone [1] => To be invested. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Where is Duncan's body? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Carried to Colmekill, [1] => The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, [2] => And guardian of their bones. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Will you to Scone? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => No, cousin, I'll to Fife. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Well, I will thither. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, may you see things well done there: adieu! [1] => Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Farewell, father. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Old Man [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God's benison go with you; and with those [1] => That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! ) ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Forres. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter BANQUO [1] => Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, [1] => As the weird women promised, and, I fear, [2] => Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said [3] => It should not stand in thy posterity, [4] => But that myself should be the root and father [5] => Of many kings. If there come truth from them-- [6] => As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine-- [7] => Why, by the verities on thee made good, [8] => May they not be my oracles as well, [9] => And set me up in hope? But hush! no more. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Here's our chief guest. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If he had been forgotten, [1] => It had been as a gap in our great feast, [2] => And all-thing unbecoming. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To-night we hold a solemn supper sir, [1] => And I'll request your presence. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let your highness [1] => Command upon me; to the which my duties [2] => Are with a most indissoluble tie [3] => For ever knit. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Ride you this afternoon? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Ay, my good lord. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We should have else desired your good advice, [1] => Which still hath been both grave and prosperous, [2] => In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. [3] => Is't far you ride? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As far, my lord, as will fill up the time [1] => 'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, [2] => I must become a borrower of the night [3] => For a dark hour or twain. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Fail not our feast. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => My lord, I will not. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd [1] => In England and in Ireland, not confessing [2] => Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers [3] => With strange invention: but of that to-morrow, [4] => When therewithal we shall have cause of state [5] => Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, [6] => Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I wish your horses swift and sure of foot; [1] => And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell. [2] => Let every man be master of his time [3] => Till seven at night: to make society [4] => The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself [5] => Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you! [6] => Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men [7] => Our pleasure? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit BANQUO [1] => Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ATTENDANT [LINE] => They are, my lord, without the palace gate. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bring them before us. [1] => To be thus is nothing; [2] => But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo [3] => Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature [4] => Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; [5] => And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, [6] => He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour [7] => To act in safety. There is none but he [8] => Whose being I do fear: and, under him, [9] => My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said, [10] => Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters [11] => When first they put the name of king upon me, [12] => And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like [13] => They hail'd him father to a line of kings: [14] => Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, [15] => And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, [16] => Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, [17] => No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so, [18] => For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind; [19] => For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; [20] => Put rancours in the vessel of my peace [21] => Only for them; and mine eternal jewel [22] => Given to the common enemy of man, [23] => To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! [24] => Rather than so, come fate into the list. [25] => And champion me to the utterance! Who's there! [26] => Now go to the door, and stay there till we call. [27] => Was it not yesterday we spoke together? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit Attendant [1] => Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers [2] => Exit Attendant ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => It was, so please your highness. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well then, now [1] => Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know [2] => That it was he in the times past which held you [3] => So under fortune, which you thought had been [4] => Our innocent self: this I made good to you [5] => In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you, [6] => How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, [7] => the instruments, [8] => Who wrought with them, and all things else that might [9] => To half a soul and to a notion crazed [10] => Say 'Thus did Banquo.' ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => You made it known to us. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I did so, and went further, which is now [1] => Our point of second meeting. Do you find [2] => Your patience so predominant in your nature [3] => That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd [4] => To pray for this good man and for his issue, [5] => Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave [6] => And beggar'd yours for ever? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => We are men, my liege. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; [1] => As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, [2] => Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept [3] => All by the name of dogs: the valued file [4] => Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, [5] => The housekeeper, the hunter, every one [6] => According to the gift which bounteous nature [7] => Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive [8] => Particular addition. from the bill [9] => That writes them all alike: and so of men. [10] => Now, if you have a station in the file, [11] => Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't; [12] => And I will put that business in your bosoms, [13] => Whose execution takes your enemy off, [14] => Grapples you to the heart and love of us, [15] => Who wear our health but sickly in his life, [16] => Which in his death were perfect. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am one, my liege, [1] => Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world [2] => Have so incensed that I am reckless what [3] => I do to spite the world. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I another [1] => So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, [2] => That I would set my lie on any chance, [3] => To mend it, or be rid on't. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Both of you [1] => Know Banquo was your enemy. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both Murderers [LINE] => True, my lord. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, [1] => That every minute of his being thrusts [2] => Against my near'st of life: and though I could [3] => With barefaced power sweep him from my sight [4] => And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, [5] => For certain friends that are both his and mine, [6] => Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall [7] => Who I myself struck down; and thence it is, [8] => That I to your assistance do make love, [9] => Masking the business from the common eye [10] => For sundry weighty reasons. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We shall, my lord, [1] => Perform what you command us. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Though our lives-- ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most [1] => I will advise you where to plant yourselves; [2] => Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, [3] => The moment on't; for't must be done to-night, [4] => And something from the palace; always thought [5] => That I require a clearness: and with him-- [6] => To leave no rubs nor botches in the work-- [7] => Fleance his son, that keeps him company, [8] => Whose absence is no less material to me [9] => Than is his father's, must embrace the fate [10] => Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart: [11] => I'll come to you anon. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both Murderers [LINE] => We are resolved, my lord. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll call upon you straight: abide within. [1] => It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight, [2] => If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt Murderers ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant [1] => Exit [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Is Banquo gone from court? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say to the king, I would attend his leisure [1] => For a few words. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Madam, I will. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nought's had, all's spent, [1] => Where our desire is got without content: [2] => 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy [3] => Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. [4] => How now, my lord! why do you keep alone, [5] => Of sorriest fancies your companions making, [6] => Using those thoughts which should indeed have died [7] => With them they think on? Things without all remedy [8] => Should be without regard: what's done is done. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter MACBETH ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it: [1] => She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice [2] => Remains in danger of her former tooth. [3] => But let the frame of things disjoint, both the [4] => worlds suffer, [5] => Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep [6] => In the affliction of these terrible dreams [7] => That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, [8] => Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, [9] => Than on the torture of the mind to lie [10] => In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; [11] => After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; [12] => Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, [13] => Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, [14] => Can touch him further. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come on; [1] => Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; [2] => Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: [1] => Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; [2] => Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue: [3] => Unsafe the while, that we [4] => Must lave our honours in these flattering streams, [5] => And make our faces vizards to our hearts, [6] => Disguising what they are. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => You must leave this. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! [1] => Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => But in them nature's copy's not eterne. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's comfort yet; they are assailable; [1] => Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown [2] => His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons [3] => The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums [4] => Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done [5] => A deed of dreadful note. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => What's to be done? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, [1] => Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, [2] => Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; [3] => And with thy bloody and invisible hand [4] => Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond [5] => Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow [6] => Makes wing to the rooky wood: [7] => Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; [8] => While night's black agents to their preys do rouse. [9] => Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still; [10] => Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. [11] => So, prithee, go with me. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A park near the palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter three Murderers [1] => Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch [2] => They set upon BANQUO [3] => Dies. FLEANCE escapes [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => But who did bid thee join with us? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Murderer [LINE] => Macbeth. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers [1] => Our offices and what we have to do [2] => To the direction just. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then stand with us. [1] => The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: [2] => Now spurs the lated traveller apace [3] => To gain the timely inn; and near approaches [4] => The subject of our watch. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Murderer [LINE] => Hark! I hear horses. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then 'tis he: the rest [1] => That are within the note of expectation [2] => Already are i' the court. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => His horses go about. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Almost a mile: but he does usually, [1] => So all men do, from hence to the palace gate [2] => Make it their walk. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Murderer [LINE] => A light, a light! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Murderer [LINE] => 'Tis he. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Stand to't. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => It will be rain to-night. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Let it come down. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BANQUO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! [1] => Thou mayst revenge. O slave! ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Murderer [LINE] => Who did strike out the light? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Wast not the way? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Murderer [LINE] => There's but one down; the son is fled. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We have lost [1] => Best half of our affair. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Well, let's away, and say how much is done. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The same. Hall in the palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants [1] => First Murderer appears at the door [2] => Exit Murderer [3] => The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place [4] => GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes [5] => Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO [6] => Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You know your own degrees; sit down: at first [1] => And last the hearty welcome. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lords [LINE] => Thanks to your majesty. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ourself will mingle with society, [1] => And play the humble host. [2] => Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time [3] => We will require her welcome. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; [1] => For my heart speaks they are welcome. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. [1] => Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst: [2] => Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure [3] => The table round. [4] => There's blood on thy face. ) [STAGEDIR] => Approaching the door ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => 'Tis Banquo's then. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis better thee without than he within. [1] => Is he dispatch'd? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good [1] => That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, [2] => Thou art the nonpareil. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most royal sir, [1] => Fleance is 'scaped. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect, [1] => Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, [2] => As broad and general as the casing air: [3] => But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in [4] => To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, [1] => With twenty trenched gashes on his head; [2] => The least a death to nature. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks for that: [1] => There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled [2] => Hath nature that in time will venom breed, [3] => No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow [4] => We'll hear, ourselves, again. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My royal lord, [1] => You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold [2] => That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, [3] => 'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home; [4] => From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony; [5] => Meeting were bare without it. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet remembrancer! [1] => Now, good digestion wait on appetite, [2] => And health on both! ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => May't please your highness sit. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, [1] => Were the graced person of our Banquo present; [2] => Who may I rather challenge for unkindness [3] => Than pity for mischance! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His absence, sir, [1] => Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness [2] => To grace us with your royal company. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => The table's full. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Here is a place reserved, sir. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Where? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Which of you have done this? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lords [LINE] => What, my good lord? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou canst not say I did it: never shake [1] => Thy gory locks at me. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus, [1] => And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat; [2] => The fit is momentary; upon a thought [3] => He will again be well: if much you note him, [4] => You shall offend him and extend his passion: [5] => Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that [1] => Which might appal the devil. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O proper stuff! [1] => This is the very painting of your fear: [2] => This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, [3] => Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, [4] => Impostors to true fear, would well become [5] => A woman's story at a winter's fire, [6] => Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! [7] => Why do you make such faces? When all's done, [8] => You look but on a stool. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! [1] => how say you? [2] => Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. [3] => If charnel-houses and our graves must send [4] => Those that we bury back, our monuments [5] => Shall be the maws of kites. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => What, quite unmann'd in folly? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => If I stand here, I saw him. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Fie, for shame! ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, [1] => Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; [2] => Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd [3] => Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, [4] => That, when the brains were out, the man would die, [5] => And there an end; but now they rise again, [6] => With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, [7] => And push us from our stools: this is more strange [8] => Than such a murder is. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My worthy lord, [1] => Your noble friends do lack you. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do forget. [1] => Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends, [2] => I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing [3] => To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; [4] => Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full. [5] => I drink to the general joy o' the whole table, [6] => And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; [7] => Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, [8] => And all to all. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lords [LINE] => Our duties, and the pledge. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee! [1] => Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; [2] => Thou hast no speculation in those eyes [3] => Which thou dost glare with! ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Think of this, good peers, [1] => But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; [2] => Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What man dare, I dare: [1] => Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, [2] => The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; [3] => Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves [4] => Shall never tremble: or be alive again, [5] => And dare me to the desert with thy sword; [6] => If trembling I inhabit then, protest me [7] => The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! [8] => Unreal mockery, hence! [9] => Why, so: being gone, [10] => I am a man again. Pray you, sit still. ) [STAGEDIR] => GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, [1] => With most admired disorder. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Can such things be, [1] => And overcome us like a summer's cloud, [2] => Without our special wonder? You make me strange [3] => Even to the disposition that I owe, [4] => When now I think you can behold such sights, [5] => And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, [6] => When mine is blanched with fear. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => What sights, my lord? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; [1] => Question enrages him. At once, good night: [2] => Stand not upon the order of your going, [3] => But go at once. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good night; and better health [1] => Attend his majesty! ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => A kind good night to all! ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: [1] => Stones have been known to move and trees to speak; [2] => Augurs and understood relations have [3] => By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth [4] => The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Almost at odds with morning, which is which. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person [1] => At our great bidding? ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Did you send to him, sir? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I hear it by the way; but I will send: [1] => There's not a one of them but in his house [2] => I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow, [3] => And betimes I will, to the weird sisters: [4] => More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, [5] => By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, [6] => All causes shall give way: I am in blood [7] => Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, [8] => Returning were as tedious as go o'er: [9] => Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; [10] => Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => You lack the season of all natures, sleep. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse [1] => Is the initiate fear that wants hard use: [2] => We are yet but young in deed. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. A Heath. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE [1] => Exit [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HECATE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have I not reason, beldams as you are, [1] => Saucy and overbold? How did you dare [2] => To trade and traffic with Macbeth [3] => In riddles and affairs of death; [4] => And I, the mistress of your charms, [5] => The close contriver of all harms, [6] => Was never call'd to bear my part, [7] => Or show the glory of our art? [8] => And, which is worse, all you have done [9] => Hath been but for a wayward son, [10] => Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, [11] => Loves for his own ends, not for you. [12] => But make amends now: get you gone, [13] => And at the pit of Acheron [14] => Meet me i' the morning: thither he [15] => Will come to know his destiny: [16] => Your vessels and your spells provide, [17] => Your charms and every thing beside. [18] => I am for the air; this night I'll spend [19] => Unto a dismal and a fatal end: [20] => Great business must be wrought ere noon: [21] => Upon the corner of the moon [22] => There hangs a vaporous drop profound; [23] => I'll catch it ere it come to ground: [24] => And that distill'd by magic sleights [25] => Shall raise such artificial sprites [26] => As by the strength of their illusion [27] => Shall draw him on to his confusion: [28] => He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear [29] => He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: [30] => And you all know, security [31] => Is mortals' chiefest enemy. [32] => Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see, [33] => Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. ) [STAGEDIR] => Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' &c ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. Forres. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LENNOX and another Lord [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, [1] => Which can interpret further: only, I say, [2] => Things have been strangely borne. The [3] => gracious Duncan [4] => Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead: [5] => And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; [6] => Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, [7] => For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late. [8] => Who cannot want the thought how monstrous [9] => It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain [10] => To kill their gracious father? damned fact! [11] => How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight [12] => In pious rage the two delinquents tear, [13] => That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? [14] => Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too; [15] => For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive [16] => To hear the men deny't. So that, I say, [17] => He has borne all things well: and I do think [18] => That had he Duncan's sons under his key-- [19] => As, an't please heaven, he shall not--they [20] => should find [21] => What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. [22] => But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd [23] => His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear [24] => Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell [25] => Where he bestows himself? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The son of Duncan, [1] => From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth [2] => Lives in the English court, and is received [3] => Of the most pious Edward with such grace [4] => That the malevolence of fortune nothing [5] => Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff [6] => Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid [7] => To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward: [8] => That, by the help of these--with Him above [9] => To ratify the work--we may again [10] => Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, [11] => Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, [12] => Do faithful homage and receive free honours: [13] => All which we pine for now: and this report [14] => Hath so exasperate the king that he [15] => Prepares for some attempt of war. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Sent he to Macduff? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,' [1] => The cloudy messenger turns me his back, [2] => And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time [3] => That clogs me with this answer.' ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And that well might [1] => Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance [2] => His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel [3] => Fly to the court of England and unfold [4] => His message ere he come, that a swift blessing [5] => May soon return to this our suffering country [6] => Under a hand accursed! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord [LINE] => I'll send my prayers with him. ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Thunder. Enter the three Witches [1] => Enter HECATE to the other three Witches [2] => Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' &c [3] => HECATE retires [4] => Enter MACBETH [5] => Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head [6] => Descends [7] => Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child [8] => Descends [9] => Descends [10] => Hautboys [11] => A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following [12] => Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with HECATE [13] => Enter LENNOX [14] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Round about the cauldron go; [1] => In the poison'd entrails throw. [2] => Toad, that under cold stone [3] => Days and nights has thirty-one [4] => Swelter'd venom sleeping got, [5] => Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Double, double toil and trouble; [1] => Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fillet of a fenny snake, [1] => In the cauldron boil and bake; [2] => Eye of newt and toe of frog, [3] => Wool of bat and tongue of dog, [4] => Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, [5] => Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, [6] => For a charm of powerful trouble, [7] => Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Double, double toil and trouble; [1] => Fire burn and cauldron bubble. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, [1] => Witches' mummy, maw and gulf [2] => Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, [3] => Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, [4] => Liver of blaspheming Jew, [5] => Gall of goat, and slips of yew [6] => Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, [7] => Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, [8] => Finger of birth-strangled babe [9] => Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, [10] => Make the gruel thick and slab: [11] => Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, [12] => For the ingredients of our cauldron. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Double, double toil and trouble; [1] => Fire burn and cauldron bubble. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cool it with a baboon's blood, [1] => Then the charm is firm and good. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HECATE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O well done! I commend your pains; [1] => And every one shall share i' the gains; [2] => And now about the cauldron sing, [3] => Live elves and fairies in a ring, [4] => Enchanting all that you put in. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the pricking of my thumbs, [1] => Something wicked this way comes. [2] => Open, locks, [3] => Whoever knocks! ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! [1] => What is't you do? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => A deed without a name. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I conjure you, by that which you profess, [1] => Howe'er you come to know it, answer me: [2] => Though you untie the winds and let them fight [3] => Against the churches; though the yesty waves [4] => Confound and swallow navigation up; [5] => Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; [6] => Though castles topple on their warders' heads; [7] => Though palaces and pyramids do slope [8] => Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure [9] => Of nature's germens tumble all together, [10] => Even till destruction sicken; answer me [11] => To what I ask you. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Speak. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Demand. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => We'll answer. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, [1] => Or from our masters? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Call 'em; let me see 'em. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten [1] => Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten [2] => From the murderer's gibbet throw [3] => Into the flame. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, high or low; [1] => Thyself and office deftly show! ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Tell me, thou unknown power,-- ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He knows thy thought: [1] => Hear his speech, but say thou nought. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Apparition [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; [1] => Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; [1] => Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one [2] => word more,-- ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He will not be commanded: here's another, [1] => More potent than the first. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Apparition [LINE] => Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Apparition [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn [1] => The power of man, for none of woman born [2] => Shall harm Macbeth. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? [1] => But yet I'll make assurance double sure, [2] => And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; [3] => That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, [4] => And sleep in spite of thunder. [5] => What is this [6] => That rises like the issue of a king, [7] => And wears upon his baby-brow the round [8] => And top of sovereignty? ) [STAGEDIR] => Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Listen, but speak not to't. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Apparition [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care [1] => Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: [2] => Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until [3] => Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill [4] => Shall come against him. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That will never be [1] => Who can impress the forest, bid the tree [2] => Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good! [3] => Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood [4] => Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth [5] => Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath [6] => To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart [7] => Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art [8] => Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever [9] => Reign in this kingdom? ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Seek to know no more. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will be satisfied: deny me this, [1] => And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. [2] => Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Show! ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Witch [LINE] => Show! ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Witch [LINE] => Show! ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; [1] => Come like shadows, so depart! ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down! [1] => Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair, [2] => Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. [3] => A third is like the former. Filthy hags! [4] => Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes! [5] => What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? [6] => Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more: [7] => And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass [8] => Which shows me many more; and some I see [9] => That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry: [10] => Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true; [11] => For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, [12] => And points at them for his. [13] => What, is this so? ) [STAGEDIR] => Apparitions vanish ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Witch [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, sir, all this is so: but why [1] => Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? [2] => Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, [3] => And show the best of our delights: [4] => I'll charm the air to give a sound, [5] => While you perform your antic round: [6] => That this great king may kindly say, [7] => Our duties did his welcome pay. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour [1] => Stand aye accursed in the calendar! [2] => Come in, without there! ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => What's your grace's will? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Saw you the weird sisters? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => No, my lord. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Came they not by you? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => No, indeed, my lord. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Infected be the air whereon they ride; [1] => And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear [2] => The galloping of horse: who was't came by? ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word [1] => Macduff is fled to England. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Fled to England! ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Ay, my good lord. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits: [1] => The flighty purpose never is o'ertook [2] => Unless the deed go with it; from this moment [3] => The very firstlings of my heart shall be [4] => The firstlings of my hand. And even now, [5] => To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: [6] => The castle of Macduff I will surprise; [7] => Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword [8] => His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls [9] => That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; [10] => This deed I'll do before this purpose cool. [11] => But no more sights!--Where are these gentlemen? [12] => Come, bring me where they are. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Fife. Macduff's castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and ROSS [1] => Exit [2] => Enter a Messenger [3] => Exit [4] => Dies [5] => Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt Murderers, following her ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => What had he done, to make him fly the land? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => You must have patience, madam. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He had none: [1] => His flight was madness: when our actions do not, [2] => Our fears do make us traitors. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You know not [1] => Whether it was his wisdom or his fear. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, [1] => His mansion and his titles in a place [2] => From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; [3] => He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren, [4] => The most diminutive of birds, will fight, [5] => Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. [6] => All is the fear and nothing is the love; [7] => As little is the wisdom, where the flight [8] => So runs against all reason. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My dearest coz, [1] => I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband, [2] => He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows [3] => The fits o' the season. I dare not speak [4] => much further; [5] => But cruel are the times, when we are traitors [6] => And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour [7] => From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, [8] => But float upon a wild and violent sea [9] => Each way and move. I take my leave of you: [10] => Shall not be long but I'll be here again: [11] => Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward [12] => To what they were before. My pretty cousin, [13] => Blessing upon you! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, [1] => It would be my disgrace and your discomfort: [2] => I take my leave at once. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah, your father's dead; [1] => And what will you do now? How will you live? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => As birds do, mother. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => What, with worms and flies? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => With what I get, I mean; and so do they. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime, [1] => The pitfall nor the gin. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. [1] => My father is not dead, for all your saying. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => Nay, how will you do for a husband? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith, [1] => With wit enough for thee. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => Was my father a traitor, mother? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Ay, that he was. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => What is a traitor? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Why, one that swears and lies. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => And be all traitors that do so? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Every one. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => Who must hang them? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Why, the honest men. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then the liars and swearers are fools, [1] => for there are liars and swearers enow to beat [2] => the honest men and hang up them. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, God help thee, poor monkey! [1] => But how wilt thou do for a father? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If he were dead, you'ld weep for [1] => him: if you would not, it were a good sign [2] => that I should quickly have a new father. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Poor prattler, how thou talk'st! ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, [1] => Though in your state of honour I am perfect. [2] => I doubt some danger does approach you nearly: [3] => If you will take a homely man's advice, [4] => Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. [5] => To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; [6] => To do worse to you were fell cruelty, [7] => Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you! [8] => I dare abide no longer. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whither should I fly? [1] => I have done no harm. But I remember now [2] => I am in this earthly world; where to do harm [3] => Is often laudable, to do good sometime [4] => Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas, [5] => Do I put up that womanly defence, [6] => To say I have done no harm? [7] => What are these faces? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter Murderers ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Where is your husband? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I hope, in no place so unsanctified [1] => Where such as thou mayst find him. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => He's a traitor. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain! ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Murderer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, you egg! [1] => Young fry of treachery! ) [STAGEDIR] => Stabbing him ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Son [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He has kill'd me, mother: [1] => Run away, I pray you! ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. England. Before the King's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF [1] => Enter a Doctor [2] => Exit Doctor [3] => Enter ROSS [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there [1] => Weep our sad bosoms empty. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let us rather [1] => Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men [2] => Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn [3] => New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows [4] => Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds [5] => As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out [6] => Like syllable of dolour. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What I believe I'll wail, [1] => What know believe, and what I can redress, [2] => As I shall find the time to friend, I will. [3] => What you have spoke, it may be so perchance. [4] => This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, [5] => Was once thought honest: you have loved him well. [6] => He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; [7] => but something [8] => You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom [9] => To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb [10] => To appease an angry god. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => I am not treacherous. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But Macbeth is. [1] => A good and virtuous nature may recoil [2] => In an imperial charge. But I shall crave [3] => your pardon; [4] => That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose: [5] => Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell; [6] => Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, [7] => Yet grace must still look so. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => I have lost my hopes. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Perchance even there where I did find my doubts. [1] => Why in that rawness left you wife and child, [2] => Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, [3] => Without leave-taking? I pray you, [4] => Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, [5] => But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just, [6] => Whatever I shall think. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bleed, bleed, poor country! [1] => Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure, [2] => For goodness dare not cheque thee: wear thou [3] => thy wrongs; [4] => The title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord: [5] => I would not be the villain that thou think'st [6] => For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, [7] => And the rich East to boot. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be not offended: [1] => I speak not as in absolute fear of you. [2] => I think our country sinks beneath the yoke; [3] => It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash [4] => Is added to her wounds: I think withal [5] => There would be hands uplifted in my right; [6] => And here from gracious England have I offer [7] => Of goodly thousands: but, for all this, [8] => When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, [9] => Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country [10] => Shall have more vices than it had before, [11] => More suffer and more sundry ways than ever, [12] => By him that shall succeed. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => What should he be? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is myself I mean: in whom I know [1] => All the particulars of vice so grafted [2] => That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth [3] => Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state [4] => Esteem him as a lamb, being compared [5] => With my confineless harms. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not in the legions [1] => Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd [2] => In evils to top Macbeth. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I grant him bloody, [1] => Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, [2] => Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin [3] => That has a name: but there's no bottom, none, [4] => In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, [5] => Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up [6] => The cistern of my lust, and my desire [7] => All continent impediments would o'erbear [8] => That did oppose my will: better Macbeth [9] => Than such an one to reign. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Boundless intemperance [1] => In nature is a tyranny; it hath been [2] => The untimely emptying of the happy throne [3] => And fall of many kings. But fear not yet [4] => To take upon you what is yours: you may [5] => Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, [6] => And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink. [7] => We have willing dames enough: there cannot be [8] => That vulture in you, to devour so many [9] => As will to greatness dedicate themselves, [10] => Finding it so inclined. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With this there grows [1] => In my most ill-composed affection such [2] => A stanchless avarice that, were I king, [3] => I should cut off the nobles for their lands, [4] => Desire his jewels and this other's house: [5] => And my more-having would be as a sauce [6] => To make me hunger more; that I should forge [7] => Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, [8] => Destroying them for wealth. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This avarice [1] => Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root [2] => Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been [3] => The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; [4] => Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will. [5] => Of your mere own: all these are portable, [6] => With other graces weigh'd. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But I have none: the king-becoming graces, [1] => As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, [2] => Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, [3] => Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, [4] => I have no relish of them, but abound [5] => In the division of each several crime, [6] => Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should [7] => Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, [8] => Uproar the universal peace, confound [9] => All unity on earth. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => O Scotland, Scotland! ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If such a one be fit to govern, speak: [1] => I am as I have spoken. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fit to govern! [1] => No, not to live. O nation miserable, [2] => With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, [3] => When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, [4] => Since that the truest issue of thy throne [5] => By his own interdiction stands accursed, [6] => And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father [7] => Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee, [8] => Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, [9] => Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! [10] => These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself [11] => Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast, [12] => Thy hope ends here! ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Macduff, this noble passion, [1] => Child of integrity, hath from my soul [2] => Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts [3] => To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth [4] => By many of these trains hath sought to win me [5] => Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me [6] => From over-credulous haste: but God above [7] => Deal between thee and me! for even now [8] => I put myself to thy direction, and [9] => Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure [10] => The taints and blames I laid upon myself, [11] => For strangers to my nature. I am yet [12] => Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, [13] => Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, [14] => At no time broke my faith, would not betray [15] => The devil to his fellow and delight [16] => No less in truth than life: my first false speaking [17] => Was this upon myself: what I am truly, [18] => Is thine and my poor country's to command: [19] => Whither indeed, before thy here-approach, [20] => Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, [21] => Already at a point, was setting forth. [22] => Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness [23] => Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Such welcome and unwelcome things at once [1] => 'Tis hard to reconcile. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls [1] => That stay his cure: their malady convinces [2] => The great assay of art; but at his touch-- [3] => Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand-- [4] => They presently amend. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => I thank you, doctor. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => What's the disease he means? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis call'd the evil: [1] => A most miraculous work in this good king; [2] => Which often, since my here-remain in England, [3] => I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, [4] => Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people, [5] => All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, [6] => The mere despair of surgery, he cures, [7] => Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, [8] => Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, [9] => To the succeeding royalty he leaves [10] => The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, [11] => He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, [12] => And sundry blessings hang about his throne, [13] => That speak him full of grace. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => See, who comes here? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => My countryman; but yet I know him not. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know him now. Good God, betimes remove [1] => The means that makes us strangers! ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Sir, amen. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Stands Scotland where it did? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, poor country! [1] => Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot [2] => Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing, [3] => But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; [4] => Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air [5] => Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems [6] => A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell [7] => Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives [8] => Expire before the flowers in their caps, [9] => Dying or ere they sicken. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, relation [1] => Too nice, and yet too true! ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => What's the newest grief? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker: [1] => Each minute teems a new one. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => How does my wife? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Why, well. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => And all my children? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Well too. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When I came hither to transport the tidings, [1] => Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour [2] => Of many worthy fellows that were out; [3] => Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, [4] => For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: [5] => Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland [6] => Would create soldiers, make our women fight, [7] => To doff their dire distresses. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be't their comfort [1] => We are coming thither: gracious England hath [2] => Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; [3] => An older and a better soldier none [4] => That Christendom gives out. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would I could answer [1] => This comfort with the like! But I have words [2] => That would be howl'd out in the desert air, [3] => Where hearing should not latch them. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What concern they? [1] => The general cause? or is it a fee-grief [2] => Due to some single breast? ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No mind that's honest [1] => But in it shares some woe; though the main part [2] => Pertains to you alone. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If it be mine, [1] => Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, [1] => Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound [2] => That ever yet they heard. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Hum! I guess at it. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes [1] => Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, [2] => Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, [3] => To add the death of you. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Merciful heaven! [1] => What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; [2] => Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak [3] => Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => My children too? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wife, children, servants, all [1] => That could be found. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I must be from thence! [1] => My wife kill'd too? ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => I have said. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be comforted: [1] => Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, [2] => To cure this deadly grief. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He has no children. All my pretty ones? [1] => Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? [2] => What, all my pretty chickens and their dam [3] => At one fell swoop? ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Dispute it like a man. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall do so; [1] => But I must also feel it as a man: [2] => I cannot but remember such things were, [3] => That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, [4] => And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, [5] => They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, [6] => Not for their own demerits, but for mine, [7] => Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now! ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief [1] => Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, I could play the woman with mine eyes [1] => And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, [2] => Cut short all intermission; front to front [3] => Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; [4] => Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, [5] => Heaven forgive him too! ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This tune goes manly. [1] => Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; [2] => Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth [3] => Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above [4] => Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may: [5] => The night is long that never finds the day. ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman [1] => Exit [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive [1] => no truth in your report. When was it she last walked? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen [1] => her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon [2] => her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, [3] => write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again [4] => return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once [1] => the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of [2] => watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her [3] => walking and other actual performances, what, at any [4] => time, have you heard her say? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => That, sir, which I will not report after her. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to [1] => confirm my speech. [2] => Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; [3] => and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => How came she by that light? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, it stood by her: she has light by her [1] => continually; 'tis her command. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => You see, her eyes are open. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Ay, but their sense is shut. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus [1] => washing her hands: I have known her continue in [2] => this a quarter of an hour. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Yet here's a spot. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from [1] => her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why, [1] => then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my [2] => lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we [3] => fear who knows it, when none can call our power to [4] => account?--Yet who would have thought the old man [5] => to have had so much blood in him. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Do you mark that? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?-- [1] => What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more o' [2] => that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with [3] => this starting. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of [1] => that: heaven knows what she has known. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here's the smell of the blood still: all the [1] => perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little [2] => hand. Oh, oh, oh! ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the [1] => dignity of the whole body. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Well, well, well,-- ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Pray God it be, sir. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known [1] => those which have walked in their sleep who have died [2] => holily in their beds. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so [1] => pale.--I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he [2] => cannot come out on's grave. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Even so? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate: [1] => come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's [2] => done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed! ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Will she go now to bed? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Directly. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds [1] => Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds [2] => To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets: [3] => More needs she the divine than the physician. [4] => God, God forgive us all! Look after her; [5] => Remove from her the means of all annoyance, [6] => And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night: [7] => My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. [8] => I think, but dare not speak. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Good night, good doctor. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Drum and colours. Enter MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers [1] => Exeunt, marching ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENTEITH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, [1] => His uncle Siward and the good Macduff: [2] => Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes [3] => Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm [4] => Excite the mortified man. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Near Birnam wood [1] => Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAITHNESS [LINE] => Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file [1] => Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son, [2] => And many unrough youths that even now [3] => Protest their first of manhood. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENTEITH [LINE] => What does the tyrant? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAITHNESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: [1] => Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him [2] => Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, [3] => He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause [4] => Within the belt of rule. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ANGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now does he feel [1] => His secret murders sticking on his hands; [2] => Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; [3] => Those he commands move only in command, [4] => Nothing in love: now does he feel his title [5] => Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe [6] => Upon a dwarfish thief. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENTEITH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who then shall blame [1] => His pester'd senses to recoil and start, [2] => When all that is within him does condemn [3] => Itself for being there? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAITHNESS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, march we on, [1] => To give obedience where 'tis truly owed: [2] => Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal, [3] => And with him pour we in our country's purge [4] => Each drop of us. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LENNOX [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Or so much as it needs, [1] => To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. [2] => Make we our march towards Birnam. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants [1] => Enter SEYTON [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bring me no more reports; let them fly all: [1] => Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, [2] => I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? [3] => Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know [4] => All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: [5] => 'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman [6] => Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly, [7] => false thanes, [8] => And mingle with the English epicures: [9] => The mind I sway by and the heart I bear [10] => Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. [11] => The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! [12] => Where got'st thou that goose look? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Servant ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => There is ten thousand-- ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Geese, villain! ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Soldiers, sir. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, [1] => Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? [2] => Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine [3] => Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => The English force, so please you. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take thy face hence. [1] => Seyton!--I am sick at heart, [2] => When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push [3] => Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. [4] => I have lived long enough: my way of life [5] => Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf; [6] => And that which should accompany old age, [7] => As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, [8] => I must not look to have; but, in their stead, [9] => Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, [10] => Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Servant ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEYTON [LINE] => What is your gracious pleasure? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => What news more? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEYTON [LINE] => All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. [1] => Give me my armour. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEYTON [LINE] => 'Tis not needed yet. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll put it on. [1] => Send out more horses; skirr the country round; [2] => Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour. [3] => How does your patient, doctor? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so sick, my lord, [1] => As she is troubled with thick coming fancies, [2] => That keep her from her rest. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cure her of that. [1] => Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, [2] => Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, [3] => Raze out the written troubles of the brain [4] => And with some sweet oblivious antidote [5] => Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff [6] => Which weighs upon the heart? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therein the patient [1] => Must minister to himself. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. [1] => Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff. [2] => Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me. [3] => Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast [4] => The water of my land, find her disease, [5] => And purge it to a sound and pristine health, [6] => I would applaud thee to the very echo, [7] => That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.-- [8] => What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug, [9] => Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation [1] => Makes us hear something. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bring it after me. [1] => I will not be afraid of death and bane, [2] => Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Doctor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Profit again should hardly draw me here. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD and YOUNG SIWARD, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, ROSS, and Soldiers, marching [1] => Exeunt, marching ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand [1] => That chambers will be safe. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENTEITH [LINE] => We doubt it nothing. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => What wood is this before us? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENTEITH [LINE] => The wood of Birnam. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let every soldier hew him down a bough [1] => And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow [2] => The numbers of our host and make discovery [3] => Err in report of us. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soldiers [LINE] => It shall be done. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We learn no other but the confident tyrant [1] => Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure [2] => Our setting down before 't. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis his main hope: [1] => For where there is advantage to be given, [2] => Both more and less have given him the revolt, [3] => And none serve with him but constrained things [4] => Whose hearts are absent too. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let our just censures [1] => Attend the true event, and put we on [2] => Industrious soldiership. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The time approaches [1] => That will with due decision make us know [2] => What we shall say we have and what we owe. [3] => Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, [4] => But certain issue strokes must arbitrate: [5] => Towards which advance the war. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum and colours [1] => Exit [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hang out our banners on the outward walls; [1] => The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strength [2] => Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie [3] => Till famine and the ague eat them up: [4] => Were they not forced with those that should be ours, [5] => We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, [6] => And beat them backward home. [7] => What is that noise? ) [STAGEDIR] => A cry of women within ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEYTON [LINE] => It is the cry of women, my good lord. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have almost forgot the taste of fears; [1] => The time has been, my senses would have cool'd [2] => To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair [3] => Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir [4] => As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; [5] => Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts [6] => Cannot once start me. [7] => Wherefore was that cry? ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter SEYTON ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SEYTON [LINE] => The queen, my lord, is dead. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She should have died hereafter; [1] => There would have been a time for such a word. [2] => To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, [3] => Creeps in this petty pace from day to day [4] => To the last syllable of recorded time, [5] => And all our yesterdays have lighted fools [6] => The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! [7] => Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player [8] => That struts and frets his hour upon the stage [9] => And then is heard no more: it is a tale [10] => Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, [11] => Signifying nothing. [12] => Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Messenger ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gracious my lord, [1] => I should report that which I say I saw, [2] => But know not how to do it. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Well, say, sir. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As I did stand my watch upon the hill, [1] => I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, [2] => The wood began to move. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Liar and slave! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: [1] => Within this three mile may you see it coming; [2] => I say, a moving grove. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If thou speak'st false, [1] => Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, [2] => Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, [3] => I care not if thou dost for me as much. [4] => I pull in resolution, and begin [5] => To doubt the equivocation of the fiend [6] => That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood [7] => Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood [8] => Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out! [9] => If this which he avouches does appear, [10] => There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. [11] => I gin to be aweary of the sun, [12] => And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. [13] => Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! [14] => At least we'll die with harness on our back. ) ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down. [1] => And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle, [2] => Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, [3] => Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we [4] => Shall take upon 's what else remains to do, [5] => According to our order. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fare you well. [1] => Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, [2] => Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, [1] => Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. ) ) ) ) [6] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VII. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarums. Enter MACBETH [1] => Enter YOUNG SIWARD [2] => They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain [3] => Exit [4] => Alarums. Enter MACDUFF [5] => Exit. Alarums [6] => Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD [7] => Exeunt. Alarums ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, [1] => But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he [2] => That was not born of woman? Such a one [3] => Am I to fear, or none. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YOUNG SIWARD [LINE] => What is thy name? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YOUNG SIWARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name [1] => Than any is in hell. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => My name's Macbeth. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YOUNG SIWARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The devil himself could not pronounce a title [1] => More hateful to mine ear. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => No, nor more fearful. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YOUNG SIWARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword [1] => I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou wast born of woman [1] => But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, [2] => Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! [1] => If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, [2] => My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. [3] => I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms [4] => Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth, [5] => Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge [6] => I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; [7] => By this great clatter, one of greatest note [8] => Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! [9] => And more I beg not. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd: [1] => The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; [2] => The noble thanes do bravely in the war; [3] => The day almost itself professes yours, [4] => And little is to do. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We have met with foes [1] => That strike beside us. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => Enter, sir, the castle. ) ) ) [7] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VIII. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MACBETH [1] => Enter MACDUFF [2] => They fight [3] => Exeunt, fighting. Alarums [4] => Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers [5] => Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head [6] => Flourish [7] => Flourish. Exeunt ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why should I play the Roman fool, and die [1] => On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes [2] => Do better upon them. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Turn, hell-hound, turn! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of all men else I have avoided thee: [1] => But get thee back; my soul is too much charged [2] => With blood of thine already. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have no words: [1] => My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain [2] => Than terms can give thee out! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou losest labour: [1] => As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air [2] => With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed: [3] => Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; [4] => I bear a charmed life, which must not yield, [5] => To one of woman born. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Despair thy charm; [1] => And let the angel whom thou still hast served [2] => Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb [3] => Untimely ripp'd. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, [1] => For it hath cow'd my better part of man! [2] => And be these juggling fiends no more believed, [3] => That palter with us in a double sense; [4] => That keep the word of promise to our ear, [5] => And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then yield thee, coward, [1] => And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: [2] => We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, [3] => Painted on a pole, and underwrit, [4] => 'Here may you see the tyrant.' ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACBETH [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not yield, [1] => To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, [2] => And to be baited with the rabble's curse. [3] => Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, [4] => And thou opposed, being of no woman born, [5] => Yet I will try the last. Before my body [6] => I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, [7] => And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!' ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, [1] => So great a day as this is cheaply bought. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Macduff is missing, and your noble son. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: [1] => He only lived but till he was a man; [2] => The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd [3] => In the unshrinking station where he fought, [4] => But like a man he died. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => Then he is dead? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow [1] => Must not be measured by his worth, for then [2] => It hath no end. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => Had he his hurts before? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSS [LINE] => Ay, on the front. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why then, God's soldier be he! [1] => Had I as many sons as I have hairs, [2] => I would not wish them to a fairer death: [3] => And so, his knell is knoll'd. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He's worth more sorrow, [1] => And that I'll spend for him. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIWARD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He's worth no more [1] => They say he parted well, and paid his score: [2] => And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MACDUFF [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands [1] => The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: [2] => I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, [3] => That speak my salutation in their minds; [4] => Whose voices I desire aloud with mine: [5] => Hail, King of Scotland! ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Hail, King of Scotland! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MALCOLM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We shall not spend a large expense of time [1] => Before we reckon with your several loves, [2] => And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, [3] => Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland [4] => In such an honour named. What's more to do, [5] => Which would be planted newly with the time, [6] => As calling home our exiled friends abroad [7] => That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; [8] => Producing forth the cruel ministers [9] => Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, [10] => Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands [11] => Took off her life; this, and what needful else [12] => That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, [13] => We will perform in measure, time and place: [14] => So, thanks to all at once and to each one, [15] => Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )