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PERSONS REPRESENTED DUNCAN, king of Scotland. MALCOLM, his son. DONALBAIN, his son. MACBETH, general in the King’s army. BANQUO, general in the King’s army. MACDUFF, nobleman of Scotland. LENNOX, nobleman of Scotland. ROSS, nobleman of Scotland. MENTEITH, nobleman of Scotland. ANGUS, nobleman of Scotland. CAITHNESS, nobleman of Scotland. FLEANCE, son to Banquo. SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, general of the English Forces. YOUNG SIWARD, his son. SEYTON, an officer attending on Macbeth. BOY, son to Macduff. An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor. A Soldier. A Porter. An Old Man. LADY MACBETH. LADY
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“Aroint thee, witch!” the rump-fed ronyon cries.
And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: 110 In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine.
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Come to my woman’s breasts, And take my milk for gall, your murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature’s mischief!
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
I am settled, and bend up 90 Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quench’d them hath given me fire.—Hark!—Peace!
MACBETH 110 But wherefore could not I pronounce “Amen”? I had most need of blessing, and “Amen” Stuck in my throat.
I’ll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on’t again I dare not.
LADY MACBETH 135 Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: ’tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal; 140 For it must seem their guilt.
She crazy
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood 145 Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
Avaunt!
What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm’d rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble: or be alive again, 120 And dare me to the desert with thy sword; If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! [GHOST disappears.] Why, so;—being gone, 125 I am a man again.—Pray you, sit still.
LADY MACBETH You have displac’d the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir’d disorder.
HECATE Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth 5 In riddles and affairs of death; And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never call’d to bear my part, Or show the glory of our art? 10 And, which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful and wrathful; who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you. But make amends now: get you gone, 15 And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i’ the morning: thither he Will come to know his destiny. Your vessels and your spells
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FIRST WITCH Round about the caldron go; 5 In the poison’d entrails throw.— Toad, that under cold stone, Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmèd pot! ALL 10 Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt, and toe of frog, 15 Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing,— For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. ALL 20 Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble. THIRD WITCH Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark, 25 Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse, Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips,
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SECOND WITCH By the pricking of my thumbs, 45 Something wicked this way comes:— Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
gold-bound brow,
LADY MACDUFF Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do for father? SON Nay, how will you do for a husband? LADY MACDUFF 45 Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. SON Then you’ll buy ’em to sell again.
Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there are liars 60 and swearers enow to beat the honest men, and hang up them. LADY MACDUFF Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? SON If he were dead, you’d weep for him: if you would 65 not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. LADY MACDUFF Poor prattler, how thou talk’st!
FIRST MURDERER 85 Where is your husband? LADY MACDUFF I hope, in no place so unsanctified Where such as thou mayst find him. FIRST MURDERER He’s a traitor. SON Thou liest, thou shag-hair’d villain! FIRST MURDERER 90 [Stabbing him.] What, you egg! Young fry of treachery! SON He has kill’d me, mother: Run away, I pray you!
MACDUFF Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn’d 65 In evils to top Macbeth.
MALCOLM I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name: but there’s no bottom, none, 70 In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up The cistern of my lust; and my desire All continent impediments would o’erbear, That did oppose my will: better Macbeth 75 Than such an one to reign.
Th’ untimely emptying of the happy throne,
This avarice Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root Than summer-seeming lust; and it hath been The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; 100 Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will, Of your mere own: all these are portable, With other graces weigh’d.
MALCOLM 180 I know him now:—Good God, betimes remove The means that makes us strangers!
A great perturbation in nature,—to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching!—In 10 this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say?
Out, damned spot! out, I say!— One; two; why, then ’tis time to do’t.—Hell is murky! Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who 35 would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, 30 Signifying nothing.
YOUNG SIWARD 5 What is thy name? MACBETH Thou’lt be afraid to hear it.
this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,—
