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SCENE IV.-Country near Dunsinane: A
Enter a MESSENGER.
Thou com’st to use thy tongue; thy story Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old
quickly. SIWARD und his Son, MACDUFF, MentETH, Mess. Gracious my lord, CATHNESS, ANGUS, Lenox, Rosse, und Sol- I shall report that which I say I saw, diers, marching.
But know not how to do it. Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at
Macb. Well, say, Sir. That chambers will be safe.
Mess. As I' did stand my watch upon the Ment. We doubt it nothing.
I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, Siw. What wood is this before us? Ment. The wood of Birnam.
The wood began to move. Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a
Macb, Liar, and slave! [Striking him. bough,
Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not And bear't before him; thereby shall we Within this three mile may you see it coming; The numbers of our host, and make discovery I say, a moving grove., Err in report of us. Sold. It shall be done.
Macb. If thou speak'st false, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine cling* thee: if thy speech be sooth, tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
I care not if thou dost for me as much.Our setting down befor't.
I pull in resolution ; and begin Mal. 'Tis his main hope:
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, For where there is advantage to be given,
That lies like truth: Fear nut, till Birnam wood Both more and less* have given him the revolt; Do come to Dunsinane ;-and now a woud And none serve with him, but constrained Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and
out! Whose hearts are absent too.
[things, Macd. Let our just censures
If this, which he avouches, does appear, Attend the true event, and put we on
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. Industrious soldiership.
I’gin to be a-weary of the sun, (undone. Siw. The time approaches,
And wish the estate o'the world were now That will with due decision make us know
Ring the alarum bell :-Blow, wind! come, What we shall say we have, and what we owe, At least we'll die with barnesst on our back.
wrack! Thoughts speculative their unsvie hopes relate; But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :+
(Exeunt. Towards which, advance the war.
SCENE VI.-The same.- A plain before the
Castle. SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle.
Enter, with Drums and Colours, MÅLCOLM, old Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SIWARD, MACDUFF, 8c, and their Army, with SEYTON, and Soldiers.
Boughs. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens walls;
(uncle, The cry is still, They come: Our castle's And show like those you are :-You, worthy Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son. Till famine, and the ague, eat them up : Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Were they not forc'd with those that should Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
[beard, According to our order. We might have met them dareful, beard to
Siw. Fare you well.And beat them backward home. What is that Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
noise ? [A cry within, of Women. Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
them all breath, The time has been, my senses would have Those clamorous harbingers of blood and cool'd
death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. To hear a night-shriek; and my fellt of hair
SCENE VII.-The same.- Another Part of the Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
Plain. As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors ;
Enter Macbeth. Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I canCannot önce start me.-Wherefore was that
But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
That was not born of woman? Such a one Macb. She should have died bereafter; Am I to fear, or none. There would have been a time forsuch a word.* To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Enter young SIWARD. Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
Yo. Siw. What is thy name? To the last syllable of recorded time;
Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief
hotter name candle !
Than any is in hell. Lite's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
Macb. My name's Macbeth. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not proAnd then is heard no more: it is a tale
nounce a title Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, More hateful to mine ear. Signifying nothing.
Macb. No, por more fearful. # 1. e. Greater and less + Patermine. Skin.
Yo. Sw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,
Here may you see the tyrant. I'll prove the lie thou speak’st.
Macb. I'll not yield,
[feet, [They fight, and young Siward is slain. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's Macb. Thou wast born of woman.
And to be þaited with the rabble's curse. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
(Exit. Yet I will try the last : Before my body Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff; Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough.
[Exeunt, fighting. thy face: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and My wife and children's ghost will haunt me Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Rosse, LEstill.
[arms NOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, Menteth, and SolI cannot strike at wretched kernes,* whose diers. Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou,
Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe Macbeth,
arriy’d. Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st so great a day as this is cheaply bought, Isee,
Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited :t Let me find him, fortune!
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's
He only liv'd but till he was a man ; [debt: And more I beg not. [Exit. Alurum. The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD.
In the unshrinking station where he fought, Siw. This way, my lord;—The castle's gently But like a man he died. renderà:
Siw. Then he is dead? The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
cause of sorrow The day almost itself professes yours,
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
Siw. Had he his hurts before ?
Rosse. Ay, on the front,
Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!
I would not wish them to a fairer death :
And so his knell is knoll’d.
Mul. He's worth more sorrow, and die
Siw, He's worth no more ;
he parted well, and paid his score:
So, God be with him !--Here comes newer Re-enter MACDUFF.
comfort. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth's Head on a Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee:
Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art : Behold,
where stands Macd. I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, *
The usurper's cursed head: the time is free : Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. That speak my salutation in their minds; Macb. Thou losest labour:
Whose yoices I desire aloud with mine, As easy inay'st thon the intrenchant air:
Hail, king of Scotland! With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:
All. King of Scotland, hail ! (Flourish.
Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
Before we reckon with your several loves, To one of woman born. Macd. Despair thy charm;
And make us even with you. My thanes and
kinsmen, And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv’d, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Tell thee, Macduff' was from his mother's womb In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, Untimely ripp’d.
Which would be planted newly with the time, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me For it hath cow'd my better part of man! ($0, That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
As calling home our exil'd friends abroad ; And be these juggling fiends
no more believ'd, Producing forth the cruel ministers That paltert with us in a double sense; Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.—I'll not fight with Took off her life;- This, and what needful else
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands thee. Maed. Than yield thee, coward,
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place: And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
So thanks to all at once, and to each one, We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Soldiers. + Reported with clamour.
[Flourish. Exeunt. 1 The air which cannot be cut.
* The kingdom's wealth or ornament.
KING JO H N.
Lewis, the Dauphin. PRINCE Henry, his Son; afterwards King ARCH-DUKE of Austria. Henry VII.
CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's legate. ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, Melun, a French Lord.
late Duke of Bretagne, the elder Bro-Chatillon, Ambassador from France to King ther of King John.
John. William MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. GEFFREY Fitz-Peter, Earl of Essex, Chief Elinor, the Widow of King Henry II. and Justiciary of England.
Mother of King John. William LongSWORD, Earl of Salisbury. CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. Robert BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.
BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of CasHUBERT DE BORGH, Chamberlain to the King.
tile, and Niece to King John. Robert FaulconBRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard, Faulconbridge.
and Robert Faulconbridge. Philip FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-brother, bas- Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, tard Son to King Richard the First.
Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, James GURNEY, Servant to Lady Faulcon
and other Attendants. bridge. Peter of Pomfret, a Prophet.
Scene, sometimes in England, and sometimes PILIP, King of France.
K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in
peace; SCENE I.-Northampton.-A Room of State Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; in the Palace.
For ere thou canst report I will be there, Enter King John, Queen Elinor, PEMPROKE, i t'ne thunder of my canon shall be heard! Essex, SALISBURY, and others, with Chatil- So, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And sullen presage of your own decay.-
An honourable conduct let him have K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. France with us?
(Exeunt CHATILLON und PEMBROKE. Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king Eli. What now, my son? have I not ever of France,
said, In my behaviour, to the majesty,
How that ambitious Constance would not cease, The borrow'd majesty of England here. Till she had kindled France, and all the world, Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd ma- Upon the right and party of her son ? jesty!
This might have been prevented, and made K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the em- With very easy arguments of love; (whole, bassy.
Which now the manage* of two kingdoms must Chat. Philip of France, in right and true be. With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, (half K. John. Our strong possession, and our Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful'claim
right, for us. To this fair island, and the territories; Eli. Your strong possession, much more than To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: your right; Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Or else it must go wrong with you, and me: Which sways usurpingly these several titles; So much my conscience whispers in your ear; And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Which none but heaven, and you, and ), shali Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
hear. K. John. What follows, if we disallow of Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whis
this? Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody
pers Essex. war,
Essex. My liege, here is the strange conTo enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
troversy, K. John. Here have we war for war, and come from the country to be judg'd by you, blood for blood,
[France. That ere I heard : Shall I produce the men ? Controlment for controlment: answer K. John. Let them approach. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my
(Exit Sherij: The furthest limit of my embassy. [mouth, Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay * In the manner I now do.
* Conduct, administration,
Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert FAULCONBRIDGE, Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'a
and PHILIP, his bastard Brother. His lands to me; and took it, on his death, This expedition's charge.-- What men are yon? That this, my mother's son, was none of his ; Bast. Your
faithful subject I, a gentleman, And, if he were, he came into the world Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son,
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ;
Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
My father's land, as was my father's will. or Coenr-de-lion knighted in the field.
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ; K. John. What art thou ?
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him: Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon. And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; bridge.
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother heir ?
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, You came not of one mother then, it seems.
Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty In sooth, good friend, your father might have
(world; That is well known; and, as I think, one In sooth,'he might: then, if he were my.bro
This calf, bred from his cow, from all the But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother;
(father, Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
My brother might not claim him; nor your Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame Being none of his, refuse him: 'This conthy mother,
cludes,And wound her honour with this diffidence.
My mother's son did get your father's heir; Best. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it; Your father's heir must have your father's That is my brother's plea, and none of mine;
land. The which if he can prove, ’a pops me out
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no At least from fair five hundred pound a year: To dispossess that child which is not his ?
force, Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land!
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, Sir, K. John. A good blunt fellow :-Why, being Than was his will to get me, as I think.
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faulyounger born, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
conbridge, Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. And like thy
brother, to enjoy thy land; But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion, But whe'r* I be as true-bégot, or no,
Lord of thy presence,* and no land beside ? That still I lay upon my mother's head;
an if my brother had my shape, But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him; (Fair fall the bones that
took the pains for me!) And if my legs were two such riding-rods, Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so If old Sir Robert did beget us both,
thin, And were our father, and this son like him ;- Lest men should say, Look, where three-far
That in miné ear I durst not stick a rose,
things goes! K. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, lent us here!
'Would I might never stir from off this place, Eli. He hath a trickt of Coeur-de-lion's face, I would not be Sir Nobt in any case.
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy In the large composition of this man?
fortune, K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me ?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France. parts,
[speak, And finds them perfect Richard.- -Sirrah,
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take What doth move you to claim your brother's Your face hath got five hundred pounds a
iny chance :
[year; land ? Bust. Because he hath a half-face, like my Madam,
I'll follow you unto the death.
Yet sell your face for fivepence, and 'tis dear.father; With that half-face would he have all my land:
Eli. Nay, I would bave you go before me
thither. A half-faced groat five hundred pounds a year! Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father
Bast. Our country manners give our betterg liva,
way. Your brother did employ my father much ;
K. John. What is thy name? Bast. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my Philip, good old Sir Robert's
wife's eldest sou.
Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun; land; Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.
K. John. From henceforth bear his name Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great:
whose form thou bear'st: To Germany, there, with the emperor, To treat of high affairs touching that time:
Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet. The advantage of bis absence took the king,
Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
your hand; Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak? My father gave
me honour, yours gave land:But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, shores
When I was got, Sir Robert was away. Between my father and my mother lay,
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet ! (As I have heard my father speak himself,)
I am thy grandame, Richard; vall me so. When this same lusty gentleman was got.
Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth:
+ Robert Uu
Something about, a little from the right, Bast. Philip ?-sparrow !James,
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: There's toy's abroad;" anon I'll tell thee more. Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;
(Exit GURNEY. And have is have, however men do catch: Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son; Near or far off, well won is still well shot; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me And I am I, howe'er I was begot.
Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast: K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou Sir Robert could do well; Marry, (to confess!) thy desire,
['squire.- Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it; A landless knight makes thee à landed We know his handy-work:-Therefore, good Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must
[need. To whom am I beholden for these limbs ? For France, for France; for it is more than Sir Robert never holp to make this leg.
Bast. Brother, adieu ; Good fortune come to Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother For thou wast got i'the way of honesty. [thee!
(honour [Exeunt all but the Bastard. That for thine own gain should'st defend mine A foot of honour better than I was;
What means this scorn, thou most untoward But many a foot of land the worse.
knave? Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :- Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, -BasiGood den,* Sir Richard, -God-a-mercy, fel
liscolike:t low ;
What! I am dubb’d; I have it on my shoulder. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: But, mother, I am not Sir Robert's son; For new-made honour doth forget men's names; I have disclaim'd Sir Robert, and my land; "Tis too respective, and too sociable,
Legitimation, name, and all is gone: For your conversion. Now your traveller, Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; He and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; Some proper man, I hope ; Who was it, moAnd when my knightly stomach is suffic'd,
ther? Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faul-s My picked man of countries: My dear Sir,
conbridge ? (Thus leaving on mine elbows, I begin,) Bast. As faithfully as I deny the devil.
shall beseech you—That is question now; Lady F. King Richard Coeur-de-lion was And then comes answer like an ABC-book :
thy father; O Sir, says answer, at your best command ; By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd At your employment; at your service, Sir :- To make room for him in my husband's bed :No, Sir, says question, 1, sweet Sir, at yours: Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge! And so, ere answer knows what question would, Thou art the issue of my dear offence, (Saving in dialogue of compliment;
Which was so strongly urg'd, past my defence. And talking of the Alps, and Appenines, Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again, The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
Madam, I would not wish a better father. It draws toward supper in conclusion so. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, But this is worshipful society,
And so doth yours; your fault was not your And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
folly : For he is but a bastard to the time,
Need must you lay your heart at his dispose--That doth not smack of observation;
Subjected tribute to commanding love,(And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;) Against whose fury and unmatched force And not alone in habit and device,
The awless lion could not wage the fight, Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's But from the inward motion to deliver
hand. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth: He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Which, though I will not practise to deceive, May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn;
With all my heart I thank thee for my father! For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising. Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ?
well What woman-post is this ? hath she no hus- When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. band,
Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; That will také pains to blow a horn before her? And they shall say, when Richard me begot, Enter Lady FauLCONBRIDGE and James,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin
Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. O me! it is my mother :-How now, good lady!
[Exeunt. What brings you here to court so hastily?
ACT II. Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother! where is he?
SCENE I.-France. Before the Walls of That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Angiers. Bast. My brother Robert? old Sir Robert's Enter, on one side, the ARCHDUKE of Austria, Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
and Forces ; on the other, Philip, King of Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek so?
France, und Forces; LEWIS, CONSTANCE,
ARTHUR, and Attendants. Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unre
Lew. Before Angiers well met, brave AusSir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at Sir tria.He is Sir Robert's son; and so art thou. Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart, a while ?
And fought the holy wars in Palestine, Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
By this brave duke came early to his grave: * Good evening
* Idle reports. Change of condition. My travelled fop. A character in an old drama called Soliman and Per lli Catechism.