SCENE IV.--Country near Dunsinane : Al

Wood in view.

Thou com'st to use thy tongue ; thy story Enter, with Drum and Colour: MALCOLM, old

quickly. SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, Mess Gracious my lord, CATANESS, ANGUS, LENOX, Rosse, and Sol. I shall report that which I say I saw, diers, marching.

But know not how to do it. Mal. Cousins, ! hope the days are near at

- Mcb. Well, say, Sir, That chambers will be safc.


Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the

bill, Ment. We doubt it nothing.

Ilook'd tow rd 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 Mco. L ar, and slave! (Striking him. bough,


M ss. Let me endure your wrath, it't le not

And bear't before him ; thereby shall we
The numbers of our host, and make discovery

Wi hin this three mile may you see it coming; Errin report of us.

I say, a moving grove. Sold. It shall he done.

M.cb. If thou speak'st false, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, tyrant

T'll famine cling* thee: if thy speech be sooth, Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure

I care not it thou dost for me as much.Our setting down befort.

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 not, lill Birnam wood Both more and less* have given him the revolt:

Do come lo Dunsinane ;-and now a wood And none serve with him, but constrained

Comes toward Duosinane.--Arm, arm, and Whose hearts are absent too.



If this which he avouches, does appear,
Macd. Let our just censures
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. Sir. The time approaches,

And wish the estate o'the world were now That will with due decision make us know

Ring the alarm bell :-Blow, wind! come, What we shall say we have, and what we owe,

wrack! Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;

At least we'll die with harnesst on our back. But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :t

[Exeunt. Towards which, advance the war.

SCENE VI.- The same.- A plain before the [Exeunt, marching.

Castle. SCENE V.-Dunsinane. Within the Castle. | Enter with Drums and Colours, Malcolm, old Enter, with drums and Colours. MACBETH, ! Siward, MACDUFF, &c.and their Army, with Seyton, and Soldiers.

Boughs. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens walls :

throw down,

(uncle, The cry is still, They come: Our castle's And show like those you are:- Fou 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, be ours,

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. Mad. 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. [Ereunt. Alarums continued. To hear a night-shriek; and my fellt of hair SCENE VII.-The same.- Another Part of the Would at dismal treaties rouse, and stir

Plain. As life were in't: I have supp'd full with

Enter MACBETH. horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts,

| Macb. They have tied me to a stake ; I canCannot once start me.Wherefore was that

[be, cry?

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 hereafter; Am I to fear, or none.
There would have been a time for such a word.

Enter young SIWARD.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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 bell. Life'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 pro And then is heard no more : it is a tale

nounce a title Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, ore hateful to mine ear. Signifying nothing

| Macb. No, nor more fearful. * 1. e. Greater and loss. Determine Skip. * Shriret.

| Armour

int, bean not fire tied CBETH

Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, my sword

Here may you see the tyrant. 'Il 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 Malcom's Mach. Thou wast born of woman.

And to be baited with the rabble's curse. lut swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Though Birnam wood be come to Donsinane, frandish'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 warllke shield : Jay on, Macduff ;

And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold,enough Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show

(Exeunt, fighting. thy face: Ef thou be'si slain, and with no stroke of mine,

Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Ty wife and children's ghost will haunt me

Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LEstill.


NOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTEITH, and cannot strike at wretched kernes, * whose Soldiers. Ire hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe Macbeth,

arriv'd. or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st So great a day as this is cheaply bought. (I see be;

Mal. Macduffis missing, and your noble son, say this great clatter, one of greatest note Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's

eems bruitedit Let me find him, fortune! He only liv'd but till he was a man ; [debt: and more I beg not. [Exit.* Alarum. The which no sooner had nie prowess confirma Enter Malcolm and SIWARD.

In the unshrinking station where he fought,

But like a man he died, Siw. This way, my lord;—The castle's gently

wiu. Then he is dead ? render'd :

Rosse Ay, and brought off the field : your The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;

cause of sorrow The noble thanes do bravely in the war;

Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then The day almost itself professes yours,

It hath no end.
Ind little is to do.

Siw. Had he his hurts before?
Mal. We have met with foes
That strike beside us.

Rosse. Ay, on the front.

Sire. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle.

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
Exeunt. Alarunt.

I would not wish them to a fairer death:
Re-enter Macbeth.

And so his knell is knoll'd. in Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool,

Mal. He's worth more sorrow, and die

Tonishes And that I'll spend for him. On mine own sword? wbiles I see lives, the

Siw. He's worth no niore ; Do better upon them.

They say, 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 i Mach Of all men else I have avoided thee:

a Pole. But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd

Med. Hail, King! for so thou art? Behold, With blood of thine already.

where stands Macd. I have no words,

The usurper's cursed head: the time is free : My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain! I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,* - Than terms can give thee out! [ They fight. That epeak my salutation in their minds; Macb Thou losest labour:

Whose voices 1 desire aloud with mine, As easy may'st thou the intrenchant airt

Uail, king of Scotland! With thy keen sword impress, as make mel All. King of Scotland, bail! (Flourish. bleed:

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

And make us even with you. My thanes and Macd. Despair thy charm ;

kinsmen, And let the ange!, whom thou still hast serv'd. Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Tell Ulee, 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, Mcco Accurscd be that tongue that tells me As calling home our exil'd friends abroad; For it hath cow'd my better part of man! [so, That fled the snares of watchful tyranny ; And be these juggling hends no more believ'd, Producing forth the cruel ministers That pa lery with us in a double sense;

Or this dead butcher, and his fiend like queen; That keep the word of promise to our ear. Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands And break it to our hope.--I'll not fight with 'Took off her life :--Thie, and what needful else thec.

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Mord. Then yield thee, coward,

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 crownd at Scone.

Flourish. Ereun, SolJicrs

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KING John.

Lewis, the Dauphin. PRINCE HENRY, his Son; afterwards King Arch-DUKE of Austria. Henry III

° Cardinal Pandulph, the Pope's legate. ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, MEMUN, a French Lord.

late Duke of Bretagne, the elder Bro. , Chatillon, Ambassador from France to King ther of King John.

John. WILLIAM MARSHALL, 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 LONGSWO..D, Earl of Salsbury. CONSTANCE, Mother of Arthur. ROBERT Bigot, Earl of Norfolk

Blanch, Laughter to Alphonso, King of Case HUBERT DE Burgu, Chamberlain to the King.

tile, and Niece to King John. ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert LADY FAULCONB IDGE, Mother to the Bastard. Faulconbridge

and ilobert Faulconbridge. PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Hall-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 PHILIP, King of France.

in France,


| K. John Bear mine to him, and so depart in SCENE I.--Northampton.- A Room of State

peace: in the i lac.

Be thou as lightning in the e res of France ; Enter King John, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE,

For ere thou canst report I will be there;

The thunder of my canon shall be heard: Essex, SALLSBURY, and o.hers, with Charilo

So, bence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, LON.

And sullen presage of your own decay.K. John Now, say, Chatillon, what would An honourable conduct let him have :France with us?

Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. Chut. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king

Exeunt. CHATILLON and PEMBROKE. of France,

Eli. What now, my son? have I not ever In my behaviour,* to the majesty,


cease, The borrow'd majesty of England here.

How that ambitious Constance would not Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd ma- Till she had kindl d France, od all the world, jesty!

U on the right and party of her son? K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the This might have been prevented, and made embassy.

With very easy arguments of love; (whole, C at. Philip of France, in right and true be- Which now the manage* of two kingdoms must Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's on, half With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim

1 K. Jo n Our strong possession, and our To this fair island, and the territories ;

right, for us. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: Eli. Your strong possession, much more than Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,

your right; Which sways usurpingly these s veral titles; or else it must go wrong with you, and me: And put the same into young Arthur s hand, So much my onscience whispers in your ear ; Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall K. John. What follows, if we disallow of

hear. this? Chat The proud control of fierce and bloody i

En'er the heriff of Northamptonshire, who war,

whispers Essex. To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.

Essez. My liege, here is the strangest conK. John Here have we war for war, and

troversy, blood for blood,


Come from the country to be judg'd by you, Controlment for controlment : so answer

That ere I heard: Shall I produce the men! Chat. 'I hen take my king's defiance from my

K. John. Let them approach:

Exit Sheriff The furthest limit of my embassy. [mouth,

"I Jur abbies, and our priories, shall pay * In the mapoer I nov do.

Conduct, administration.

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Re-eater Sheriff, with ROBERT FALCONBRIDGE, Upon his death-bed he by will bequeatb'd

and Philip his bastard brother. His lands to me; and took it, on his death, This expedition's charge.- "That men are you?

That this, my mother's son, was none of bis ;

And, if he were, he came into the world Basl. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,

Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son,

Then, good my leige, let me have what is mine, As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ;

My father's land, as was my father's will, A soldier, by the honour-giving band

K. John. Sirrab, your brother is legitimate; Of Caur-de-lion knighted in the field.

Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him: K John. What art thou ?

And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; Rob. The son and heir to that same Faul.

Which fault lies on the bazard of all husbands conbridge:

That marry wives, Tell me, how if my brother K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the

Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, heir

Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? You came not of one mother then, it seems.

Io south, good friend, your father might have Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty


[world; kin.,


This calt, bred from his cow, from all the That is well known; and as I think, one

Io sooth, he might: then, if he were my broBut, for the certain knowledge of thai truth,


(father, I put you o'er to heaven, nd to my mother;

| My brother might not claim him ; nor your Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.

Being none of his, refuse bim: This conEli Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shamel"

cludes,thy mother,

My mother's son did get your father's heir; And wound her honour wit this diffidence.

| Your father's heir must have your father's Bast. I, madam ? no, I have 0 reason for it;

land. That is my brothers plea, and none of mine;

Rob. Shal then my father's will be of no The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out

force, At least fair from five hundred pound a year : |

To dispossess that child which is not his ? Hcaven guard my mother's honour, and my | Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, Sir, land!

Than was his will to get me, as I tbink. K. John. A good blunt fellow :-Why, being

Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faul younger born,

conbridge, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?

And like thy brother, to enjoy the land; Bast. I know not why except to get the land.

| Or the reputed son of Ceur-de-lion, But once he slander' me with bastardy:

Lord of thy presence and no land beside ? But whe'r* I be as true-begot, or no,

Bast. Madam, an if my brother bad my shape, That still I lay upon my mother's head;

And I had his, Sir Robert his, like him; But, that I am as well begot, my leige,

And if my legs were two such riding-rods, (Fair fall the bones that took the painstor me!)

"My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face sa Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

thin, li old Sir Robert did beget us both,

That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, And were our father, and this son like bim ;

Lest men should say, Look, where three-fare O old Sir Robert, father, on my knee

things goes! I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.

And to his shape, were heir to all this land, K. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven

'Would I mighi never stir from off this place, lent us here!

I'd give it every foot to have this face ; Eli. He hath a trickt of Cæur-de-lion's face,

I would not be Sir Nobt in any case. The accent of his tongue affecteth him:

Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy Do you not read some tokens of my son

fortune, In the large compositon of this man ?

Bequath to hiin thy land and follow me ? K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his

I am a soldier, and now bound to France. parts,


Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take And finds them perfect Richard. - Sirrah,

my chance:

[year; And doth move you to claim your brother's

Yüur face hath got five hundred pounds a land ?

Yet sell your face for fivepence and 'tis dear.Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my

Madam, I'll follow you unto the death. father ;

Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me With that half-face, would he have all my land;

thither. A half-faced groat five hundred pounds a year! Rob. My gracious leige, when that my father

Bast. Our country manners give our betters

way. liv'd,

K. John. What is thy name? Your brother did employ my father much ;

Bast Philip, my leige: so is my name begun; Bast. Well, Sir, by this you cannot get my | Philip, good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest sor.

land; Yourtale 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, ihere, with the emperor,

Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet.
To treat of high affairs touching that time:
The advantage of his absence took the king,

Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give no And in the mean time sojurn'd at my father's : My fath

your hand; Where how he did prevail I shame to speak; |

My father gave me honour, yours gave landi.But truth is truth; large length of seas and

Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,

When I was got, Sir Robert was away. shores Be'ween any father and my mother lay,

Eli. The very spirit of Platagenet ! (As I have heard my father speak himself,)

I am thy grand dame, Richard; call me so. When this same lusty gentleman was got.

Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth:

what thought
1 Trace, oulins • Dignity of appearance. Robert.

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Something aboot, a little from the right, 1 Bast. Philip 1-sparrow! -James,
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: There's toy's abroad;* anon I'll tell the more.
Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night;

(Exit. GORNET.
And have his 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, how'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, (tu consess!) thy desire,

['squire.- Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it; A landless knight makes thee a landed We know his handy-work :-Therefore, good Come madam, and come, Richard ; we must mother, speed

[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.

Basl. Brother adieu ; Good fortane come to Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother For thou wast got i'the of way bonesty. [thee!


(honous ? (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 inake any Joan a lady : Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, -BasiGood den,* Sir Richard, -God-a-mercy, fel. liscolike : 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,t and too sociable,

Legitimation, name, and all his gone: For your conversion. Now your traveller, Then, good my mother let me know my fatber; fle 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, Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a FaulDiy picked man of countries:--My dear Sir, conbridge ? (Thus leaning on my elbows, I begin,)

Bast. As faithful as I deny the devil. I shall beseech you That is question now; Lady F. King Richard Caur-de-lion was And then comes answer like an ABC-book : 11

thy father; O Sir, says answer at your best command; By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd At your employment; at your sertice, Sir: To make room for him in my husband's bed :-No, Sir, says question, l, 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,)

Madain, I would not wish a better father. It draws toward supper in conclusiou 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 tiine,

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 furry 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 Sweet, sweet, sweet poison forthe age's tooth: He that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Wbich, 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 wbo comes in such haste, in riding robes ?

well What woman-post is this? hath she no lus When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. band,

Come, lady, I will show thee to my kin; That will take pains to blow a horn before her? | And they shall say, when Richard me begot,

If thou hadst said him nay, it bad been sin: Enter Lady FauLCONBRIDGE and JAMES

Who says it was, he lies; I say, 'twas not. GOANEY.

[EIEUTI. O me! it is iny mother; -How now, good lady? What brings you liere to court so hastily?

ACT II. Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother!

SCENE I.- France. Before the all of where is he? That holds in chase inine honour up and down?

Angiers. Bast. My brother Robert? old Sir Robert's Enter, on one side, the ARCHDUKE of Austrie, son ?

and forces; on the other, Philip, King of Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? France, and forces; Lewis, CossTANCE, Is it Sir Robert's son, that you seek so?

ARTHUR, and dtlendants. Lady F. Sir Robert's son! Ay, thou unreverend boy,


Lew. Before Angiers well met, have AusSir Robert's son: Why scorn'st thou at Sir

tria.lle 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, Cur. Good leave, good Philip.

By this brave duke came early to his grave: • Good evening.

Respectables *Idle reports. ? Change of coadition

My travelled lop. A character is an old drama called Soliman and # Catcidis.



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