Macbeth

Macbeth

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
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 candle.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
[The countryside near Dunsinane Hill. Military drums and flags. Enter several Scottish lords leading armed troops]

Menteith

The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes
Would, to the bleeding and the grim alarm,
Excite the mortified man.

Angus

Caithness

Lennox

Menteith

Caithness

Angus

Menteith

Caithness

Lennox

[Exit, marching]

Caithness

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.
Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him
Do call it valiant fury. But for certain,
He cannot buckle his distempered cause
Within the belt of rule.

Angus

                                         Now does he feel
His secret murders sticking on his hands;
Now, minutely, revolts upbraid his faith-breach;
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Caithness

                                     Well, march we on
To give obedience where 'tis truly owed.
Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,
And with him, pour we in our country's purge,
Each drop of us.
[Before Macbeth's castle, flutes and torches. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and Attendants.]

Duncan

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.

Banquo

[Enter Lady Macbeth]

Duncan

Lady Macbeth

Duncan

Lady Macbeth

Duncan

[Duncan gives Lady Macbeth a kiss. All exit]

Duncan

See, see, our honored hostess. The love 
that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herin, I teach you
How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.

Macduff

Hail, king, for so thou art. Behold where stands
The usurper's cursed head; the time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdom's pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine —
Hail, King of Scotland.

All

[Trumpets sound]

Malcolm

[Trumpets. All exit.]
[Macbeth castle at Dunsinane. Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants]

Macbeth

Bring me no more reports; let them fly all.
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly, false thanes,
And mingle with the English epicures.
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.

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