Mach. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.Come, put mine armor on; give me my staff.Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me:Come, sir, despatch:-If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.What hubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence!-Hearest thou of them?
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation Makes us hear something.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit.
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit.
SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane. A Wood
in view.
Enter, with Drum and Colors, MALCOLM, old SI-
WARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATHNESS,
ANGUS, LENOX, Rosse, and Soldiers, marching.
Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.
Ment.
We doubt it nothing.
Siw. What wood is this before us?
Ment.
The wood of Birnam.
Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,
And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting down before't.
'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt; And none serve with him but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too.
Macd. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership.
Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; But certain issue strokes must arbitrate: Towards which, advance the war.
[Exeunt, marching. SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colors, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers.
Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,"
Till famine, and ague, eat them up:
Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home. What is that noise?
[A cry within of women.
Sey. It is the cry of woman, my good lord.
Mach. I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that cry?
Sey The queen, my lord, is dead.
Mact. She should have died hereafter;
1. 4. Greater and less.
There would have been a time for such a word.-
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candie'
Life's but a walking shadow: a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb.
(Striking hun Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so. Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth I care not if thou dost for me as much.I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not till Birnam wood Comes toward Dunsinane.--Arm, arm, and vul.Do come to Dunsinane;-and now a wood If this which he avouches, does appear, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate of the world were now undone.Ring the alarum bell:-Blow wind! come, wrack At least we'll die with harness on our back.
SCENE VI.-A Plain before the Castle.
Enter, with Drums and Colors, MALCOLM, Old St WARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their Army, wh Boughs.
Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our first battle; worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, According to our order.
Siw. Fare you well.— Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give then all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums confinat
SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Plain.
Enter MACBETH.
Mach. They have tied me to a stake: I cannot dy
But, bear-like, I must fight the course.- What's
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.
Enter young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Mach. Thou'lt be afraid to hear Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotte
Macd. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy
If thou best slain, and with no stroke of mine,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last: Before my body
I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff;
And damn'd be him that first cries, Holt, enough
[Exeunt, fighting
Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Co
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,
I sheath again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.
[Exit. Alarum.
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently
render'd:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.
Mai.
That strike beside us.
Sup.
Enter, sir, the castle.
[Exeunt. Alarum.
Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Marb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
But get thee back, my soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
Maed.
lors, MALCOLM, oli SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.
Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar rived.
Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these 1 see So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt
He only liv'd but till he was a man;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
Siw.
Then he is dead?
Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause
They say he parted well, and paid his score:
So God be with him.-Here comes newer comfort.
I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on a Mach. Thou losest labor: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air1 With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let tall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born.
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.
Much. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee.
Mac. Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Fainted upon a pole; and under writ,
Here may you see the tyrant.
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
Reported with clamor
Shuile.
'The air which cannot be cut.
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honor named. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,-
As calling home our exiled friends abroad,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen;
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life:-This, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Score
(Flourish. Exeunt
PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards K. Henry III.
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, late
Duke of Bretagne, the elder Brother of K. John.
WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.
GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, Chief Jus-
ficiary of England.
WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.
ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.
HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the King.
ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert Faul-
conbridge.
PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-Brother, Bastard
Son to King Richard the First.
JAMES GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulconbridge. |
PETER of Pomfret, a Prophet.
PHILIP, King of France.
LEWIS, the Dauphin.
ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA.
CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's Legate.
MELUN, a French Lord.
CHATILLON, Ambassador from France to K. John
ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and Mother
of King John.
CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur.
BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile
and Niece to King John.
LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard, and
Robert Faulconbridge.
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds,
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attend-
ants.
SCENE-Sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
SCENE I.-Northampton. A Room of State in
the Palace.
Enter KING JOHN, QUEEN ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX,
SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON.
K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France
with us?
Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of
France,
In my behaviour,' to the majesty,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.
Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty!
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em-
bassy.
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim
To this fair island, and the territories;
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine:
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Which sways usurpingly these several titles;
And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this?
Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for blood,
Controlment for controlment: so answer France. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
The furthest limit of my embassy.
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:
So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And sullen presage of your own decay.-
An honorable conduct let him have:-
Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon.
[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE
Eli. What now, my son have I not ever said,
How that ambitious Constance would not cease,
Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her son?
This might have been prevented, and made whole,
With very easy arguments of love;
Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate."
K. John. Our strong possession, at our right,
Eli. Your strong possession, much more than
your right;
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me:
So much my conscience whispers in your ear;
Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear
Enter the sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whis-
pers ESSEX.
Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy
Come from the country to be judg'd by you,
That e'er I heard: Shall I produce the men?
K. John. Let them approach,- [Exit Sheriff
Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, ant
PHILIP, his bastard Brother.
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in This expedition's charge.-What men are you?
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France:
For ere thou canst report I will be there
1 In the manner I now do.
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest scu,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge,
A soldier, by the honor-giving hand Of Coeur-de lion knighted in the field. K. John. What are thou?
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.
K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir? You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, That is well known; and, as I think, one father: But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
El Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy mother,
And wound her honor with this diffidence.
Bust. 1, madam? no, I have no reason for it; That is my brother's plea, and none of mine; The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out At least from fair five hundred pounds a year: Heaven guard my mother's honor, and my land! K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being younger born,
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
Bast. I know not why except to get the land.
But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
But wher I be as true-begot, or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head;
But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!)
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
Wold sir Robert did beget us both,
And were our father, and this son like him;-
fold sir Robert, father, on my knee,
I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
K. John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent
us here!
E. He hath a trick of Coeur-de-lion's face,
The accent of his tongue affected him:
Do you not read some tokens of my son
In the large composition of this man?
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
And finds them perfect Richard.Sirrah, speak.
What doth move you to claim your brother's land?
Bust. Because he hath a half-face, like my father:
With that half-face would he have all my land:
A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year!
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father
liv'd,
Your brother did employ my father much;
Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land;
four tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there, with the emperor,
To treat of high affairs touching that time:
The advantage of his absence took the king,
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak;
But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores
Eetween my father and my mother lay,
As I have heard my father speak himself,)
Then this same lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
That this my mother's son, was none of his
And, if he were, he came into the world
Fill fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine,
My father's land, as was my father's will.
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him;
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother,
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept
This calf, bred from his cow, from all the world;
In sooth he might: then, if he were my brother's,
My brother might not claim him; nor your father,
Being none of his, refuse him: This concludes,
My mother's son did get your father's heir;
Your father's heir must have your father's land.
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force,
To dispossess that child which is not his?
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
Than was his will to get me, as I think.
El Whether hadst thou rather, be a Faulconundge,
And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land:
Or the reputed son of Cœur-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape
And I had his, sir Robert his, like hum
And if my legs were two such riding-rods,
My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose,
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthn.g
goes!
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
'Would I might never stir from off this place,
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
I would not be sir Nob in any case.
Eli. I like thee well: Wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year; Yet sell your face for five pence, and, 'tis dear.Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither Bast. Our country manners give our betters way K. John. What is thy name?
Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun;
Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son.
K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose
form thou bear'st:
Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great:
Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Brother, by my mother's side, give me your hand;
My father gave me honor, yours gave land:-
Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
When I was got, sir Robert was away.
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet!
I am thy grandanie, Richard; call me so. Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth: What though?
Something about, a little from the right,
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; And have is have, however men do catch: Near or far off, well won is still well shot; And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou thy desire,
A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.—
Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed
For France, for France; for it is more than need
Bast. Brother, adieu; good fortune come to thee!
For thou wast got i'the way of honesty.
[Exeunt all but the Bastard
A foot of honor better than I was;
But many a foot of land the worse.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady:-
Good den, Sir Richard,-God-a-mercy, fellow;
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter:
For new-made honor doth forget men's names;
'Tis too respective, and too sociable,
For your conversion. Now your traveller,-
He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess;
And when my knightly stomach is sufficed,
Why then I suck my teeth and catechise
My picket man of countries :”— -My dear sir,
(Thus, leaning on mine elbow, 1 begin,)
I shall beseech you.-That is question now;
And then comes answer like an ABC-book:-
O sir, says answer, at your best command;
At your employment; at your service, sir:
No, sir, says question, I, sweet sir, at yours:
And so, ere answer knows what question would,
(Saving in dialogue of compliment;
And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
It draws toward supper in conclusion so.
But this is worshipful society,
And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
For he is but a bastard to the time,
That doth not smack of observation;
(And so am I, whether I smack, or no;)
And not alone in habit and device,
Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
But from the inward motion to deliver
Sweet, sweet, sweet, poison for the age's tooth.
Which, though I will not practise to deceive,
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Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.-
But who comes in such haste, in riding robes?
What woman-post is this? hath she no husband,
That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE and JAMES GURNEY.
O me! it is my mother:-How now, good lady?
What brings you here to court so hastily?
Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is he?
That holds in chase mine honor up and down?
Bust. My brother Robert? old sir Robert's son?
Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?
Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverent boy,
Sir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert? He is sir Robert's son; and so art thou.
Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while?
Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
Bast.
Philip?-sparrow!-James,
There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.
[Exit GURNEY.
Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son;
Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast:
Sir Robert could do well; Marry (to confess!)
Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;
We know his handy-work:- Therefore, good
mother,
To whom amn I beholden for these limbs?
Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Laly F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honor?
What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave?
Bast. Knight, knight, good mother,-Basilisco like:8
What! I am dubb'd; I have it on my shoulder
But, mother, I am not sir Robert's son,
I have disclaimed sir Robert, and my land;
Legitimation, name, and all is gone:
Then, good my mother, let me know my father;
Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, mother?
Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon-
bridge?
Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil.
Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was thy father;
By long and vehement suit I was seduced
To make room for him in my husband's bed:—
Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge!
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Which was so strongly urged, past my defence.
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wish a better lather.
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly*
Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,—
Subjected tribute to commanding love,-
Against whose fury and unmatched force
The awless lion could not wage the fight,
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts,
May casily win a woman's. Ay, my mother,
With all my heart I thank thee for my father!
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not we'l
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell.
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou had'st said him nay, it had been sin;
Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not.
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Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave Austria.-
Arthur, the great fore-runner of thy blood,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart,
And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
By this brave duke came early to his grave:
And, for amends to his posterity,
At our importance, hither is he come,
To spread his colors, boy, in thy behalf;
And to rebuke the usurpation
Of the unnatural uncle, English John:
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither.
Arth. God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death,
The rather, that you give his offspring life,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war:
I give you welcome with a powerless hand,
But with a heart full of unstained love:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke.
Lew. A noble boy! Who would not do thee right?
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
As seal to this indenture of my love;
That to my home I will no more return,
Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-faced shore.
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her islanders,
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
The water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king; till then, fair boy,
Will I not think of home, but follow arms.
Const. O, take his mother's thanks, a widow's
thanks,
Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength,
To make a more requital to your love.
Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their swords
In such a just and charitable war.
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K. Phi. Well then, to work; our cannon shal be bent Against the brows of this resisting town. Call for our chiefest men of discipline. To cull the plots of best advantages; We'll lay before this town our royal bones, Wade to the market-place in Frenchmen's bloo But we will make it subject to this boy.
Const. Stay for an answer to your embassy, Lest unadvis'd you stain your sword with blood: My lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace, which here we urge in war; And then we shall repent each drop of blood, That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
K. Phi. A wonder, lady!-lo, upon thy wish,
Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd.—
What England says, say briefly, gentle lord,
We coldly pause for thee; Chatillon, speak.
Chat. Then turn your forces from this paltry sieze
And stir them up against a mightier task.
England, impatient of your just demands,
Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time
To land his legions all as soon as I:
His marches are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers contident.
With him along is come the mother-queen,
An Até, stirring him to blood and strife;
With her her niece, the lady Blanch of Spain;
With them a bastard of the king deceas'd:
And all the unsettled humors of the land,—
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces and fierce dragons' spleens,—
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
A charaacter in an old drama called Soliman Perseda.
1 Best stations to over-awe the town. Immediate, expeditions
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