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SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane : A
Enter @ MESSENGER.
Thou com'st to use thy tongue ; thy story Enter, with Drum and Colour: MALCOLM, old
quickly. Stward and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, Mess Gracious my lord, CATHNESS, 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, I hope the days are near at
Mch. Well, say, Sir, That chambers will be safe
Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the Ment. We doubt it nothing.
bill, Siw What wood is this before us?
Ilook'd tow :rd Birnam, and anon, methought, 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 be not And bear't before him ; thereby shall we The numbers of our host, and make discovery Wihin this three mile may you see it coming; Errin report of us.
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 sootb, Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
I care not if 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, till Birnam wood Both more and less* have given him the revolt: Do come 10 Dunsinane ;-—and now a wood And none serve with him, but constrained Comes toward Duosinane.--Arm, arm, and Whose hearts are absent too. [things,
out! 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 alarm bell :-Blow, wind! come, What we shall say we have, and what we owe, At least we'll die with harnesst on our back.
wrack! Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; But certain issue strokes must arbitrate :t
[Ereunt. Towards which, advance the war.
SCENE VI.- The same.- A plain before the [Exeunt, marching.
Castle. SCENE V.-Dunsinane. IVithin 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 :
(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 Siu. 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. MaRd. 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 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
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.
Enter young. SIWARD.
Yo. Siw. What is thy name?
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
Than any is in bell.
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, More hateful to mine ear. Signifying nothing.-
Mucb. No, nor more fearful. * I. e, Greater and loss. Determine Skip. * Shrive!.
Yo. Siw. 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,
(seet, [ They fight, and young Siward is slain. To kiss the ground before young Malcom's Macb. Thou wast born of woman.
And to be baited with the rabble's curse. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Though Birnam wood be come to Dnnsinane, 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 warllke 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, Malcol.M, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LEstill.
NOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTEITI, and I cannot strike at wretched kernes," whose Soldiers. Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe Macbeth,
arriv'u. Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Six. Some must go off: and yet, by these Isheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st | So great a day as this is cheaply bought. (I see be;
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. By this great clatter, one of greatest note Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's Seems bruited :t 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 nis prowess confirm'd Enter Malcolm and SIWARD.
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died. Siu. This way, my lord;—The castle's gently
Siu. 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; The day almost itself professes yours,
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
Siv. Had he his hurts before ?
Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Sir. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so his knell is knoll'a.
Mal. He's worth more sorrow, Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
And that I'll spend for him.
Siw. He's worth no more ;
They say, he parted well, and paid his score :
So, God be with him!--Here comes newer Re-enter MACDOFF.
comfort. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on Macb. 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 [Iail, king of Scotland ! With thy keen sword impress, as make me
Ill. King of Scotland, hail ! (Flourish. bleed:
Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
time, 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 angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Tell thee, Macduff was from bis 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, Mccb. 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 fiends no more believ'd, Producing forth the cruel ministers That pa terý with us in a double sense;
Of 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 ;- This, and what needful else thee.
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Maed. 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 crowu'd at Scone.
[Flourish. Ereun:. » Soldiers
| Reported with clamour. * The air which cannot be cut.
* The kingdom's wealth and ornament.
! 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, Daughter to Alphonso, King of CasHUBERT DE Burgu, Chamberlain to the King.
tile, and Niece to King John. ROBERT FALCONBRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert LADY FAULCONB IDGE, Mother to the Bastard. Faulconbridge
and ilobert Faulconbridge. Philip FAULCONBRIDGE, hi: 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 Philip, King of France.
K. John Bear mine to him, and so depart in SCENE 1.- Northampton.-A Room of State
peace: in the į lac.
Be thou as lightning in the e es of France; Ent«r King John, Queen Elinor, PEMBROKE, The thunder of my canon shall be heard:
For ere thou canst report I will be there; Essex, SalLSBURY, and o hers, with Charil
So, bence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
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. C at. Philip of France, in right and true be. Which now the manage* of two kingdoms must
With very easy arguments of love; (whole, Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's on, half With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim To this fair island, and the territories ;
K. Jo n Our strong possession, and our
right, for us. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine:
Eli. Your strong possession, much more than Desiring thee to lay aside the sword, Which sways usurpingly these s veral titles; or else it must go wrong with you, and me:
your right; And put the same into young Arthur s band, So much my onscience wbispers in your ear; Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign. Which none but heaven, and you, and 1, shall K. John. What follows, if we disallow of
hear. this? Chat The proud control of fierce and bloody
Enter 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 come from the country to be judg'd by you,
troversy, blood for blood,
(France Controlment for controlment : so
That ere I heard: Shall I produce the men! Chat. I hen take my king's defiancefrom my
K. John. Let them approach The furthest limit of my embassy.
(Exit Sheriff [mouth,
Jur abbies, and our priories, shall pay * In the mapper I nov do.
Re-eater Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, | Upon his death-bed be by will bequeath'd and Philip his bastard brother.
His lands to me; and took it, on his death, This expedition's charge.- What men are you? And, if he were, he came into the world
That this, my mother's son, was none of his; Basl. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman,
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son, As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge :
Then, good my leige, let me have what is mine, A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
My father's land, as was my father's will, Of Ceur-de-lion knighted in the field.
K. John. Sirrab, your brother is legitimate;
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him: K John. What art thou ? Rob. The son and heir to that same Faul And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
Which fault lies on the hazard of all husbands conbridge: K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the That marry wives, Tell me, how if my brother
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. Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty
In south, good friend, your father might have kept
(father: This call, bred from his cow, from all the That is well known; and as I think, one In 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. Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame Being none of his, refuse bim : This con
cludes, thy mother,
My mother's son did get your father's heir ; And wound her honour with this diffidence.
Your father's heir must have your father's Bast, I, madam ? no, I have ne reason for it;
land. That is my brothers plea, and none of mine;
Rob. Shal then my father's will be of an The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out At least fair from five hundred pound a year :
To dispossess that child which is not his ? Heaven guard my mother's honour, aud my
Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, Sir, land!
Than was his will to get me, as I think. X. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being
Eli. Whether badst thou rather, -be a Faul younger 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 the land; But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
Or the reputed son of Caur-de-lion, But whe'r* I be as true-begot, or no,
Lord of thy presence* and no land beside ?
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, That still I lay upon my mother's head;
And I had bis, Sir Robert his, like him; But, that I am as well begot, my leige, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) My arms such eel-skins stuff’d; my face to
And if my legs were two such riding-rods, Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
thin, If old Sir Robert did beget us both, And were our father, and this son like bim ;- Lest men should say, Look, where three-far
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, Oold Sir Robert, father, on my knee
things goes ! I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. K. John. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven 'Would I might never stir from off this place,
And to his shape, were heir to all this land, lent us here! Eli. He hath a trickt of Caur-de-lion's face, I would not be Sir Nobt in any case.
I'd give it every foot to have this face ; The accent. of his tongue affecteth bina:
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? K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his Bequath to himn thy land and follow me ? parts,
I am a soldier, and now bound to France. And finds them perfect Richard. -Sirrah,
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take And doth move you to claim your brother's
[year; land ?
Yuur face hath got five hundred pounds & Bast. 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 have you go before me
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 liv'd,
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 sor.
Bast Philip, my leige: so is my name begun; land;
K John. From henceforth bear his name
whose form thou bear'st :
Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give mo
blessed be the hour, by night or day,
My father gave me honour, yours gave land.com But truth is truth; large length of seas and when I was got, Sir Robert was away.
shores Between my 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 though 1
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Something about, a little from the right, Bast. Philip 1-sparrow James,
Upon Good-friday, and ne'er broke his fast: K John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou Sir R.,bert could do well; Marry, (to 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 fortone come to Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother For thou wast got i'the of way honesty. [thee! too,
(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 inake any Joan a lady: Bast. Knight, knight, good mother, -BasiGood den," Sir Richard, -God-a-mercy, fel. liscolike :t
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 father; fle and his tooth-pick at my worship's mess; Some proper man, I hope; Who was it, moAnd when my knightly stoinach is suffic'd,
ther? Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a FaulDly picked man of countries :(--My dear Sir, conbridge ? (Thus leaning on my elbows, I begin,)
Basl. 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 : Il- 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 were I to get again, 'The Pyrenean, and the river Po,)
Madam, 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
hand. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison forthe age's tooth: He that perforce robs lions of their hearts, Which, though I will not pructise 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 no! 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 take pains to blow ahorn before ber? 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. GUANEY.
(Eseuri. O me! it is iny mother;—How now, good lady? What brings you here to court so hastily?
ACT II. Lady F. There is that slave, thy brother! where is he?
SCENE I.-France.-Before the Mall of That holds in chase inine honourup 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 Arthur, that great fore-runner of tby blood,
tria.lle is Sir Robert's son; and so art thou, Bast. James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave And fought the holy wars in Palestine,
Richard, that robb'd the lion of his heart, a while ? Gur. Good leave, good Philip.
By this brave duke came early to his grave: * Good evening
* Idle reports. ? Change of condition
My travelled fop. 1 A character is an old drama ealled Soliman and 4 Catechis.