ACT 1
Scene 2
...get him surgeons.
Enter Ross and Angus.
...things strange.
God save the King.
...thou, worthy thane?
From Fife, great king,
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict,
Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapped in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point, rebellious arm ’gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit. And to conclude,
The victory fell on us.
... Great happiness!
That now Sweno,
The Norways’ king, craves composition.
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursèd at Saint Colme’s Inch
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
...title greet Macbeth.
I’ll see it done.
...Macbeth hath won.
They exit.
Scene 3
...and words.—Who’s here?
Enter Ross and Angus.
The King hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success, and, when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend
Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that,
In viewing o’er the rest o’ th’ selfsame day
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale
Came post with post, and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom’s great defense,
And poured them down before him.
...Not pay thee.
And for an earnest of a greater honor,
He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor,
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,
For it is thine.
...I pray you.
They step aside.
...then, enough.—Come, friends.
They exit.
Scene 4
...An absolute trust.
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus.
...a peerless kinsman.
Flourish. They exit.
Scene 6
...rest to me.
Hautboys and Torches. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and Attendants.
...your leave, hostess.
They exit.
ACT 2
Scene 3
...is not so.
Enter Macbeth, Lennox, and Ross.
...so do I.
So all.
...th’ hall together.
Well contented.
All but Malcolm and Donalbain exit.
Scene 4
...no mercy left.
Enter Ross with an Old Man.
...trifled former knowings.
Ha, good father,
Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man’s act,
Threatens his bloody stage. By th’ clock ’tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.
Is ’t night’s predominance or the day’s shame
That darkness does the face of earth entomb
When living light should kiss it?
...at and killed.
And Duncan’s horses (a thing most strange and certain),
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would
Make war with mankind.
...each other.
They did so, to th’ amazement of mine eyes
That looked upon ’t.
Enter Macduff.
Here comes the good Macduff.—
How goes the world, sir, now?
...see you not?
Is ’t known who did this more than bloody deed?
...Macbeth hath slain.
Alas the day,
What good could they pretend?
...of the deed.
’Gainst nature still!
Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up
Thine own lives’ means. Then ’tis most like
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
...To be invested.
Where is Duncan’s body?
...of their bones.
Will you to Scone?
...I’ll to Fife.
Well, I will thither.
...than our new.
Farewell, father.
...friends of foes.
All exit.
ACT 3
Scene 1
...hush, no more.
Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth, Lennox, Ross, Lords, and Attendants.
...be with you.
Lords and all but Macbeth and a Servant exit.
Scene 4
...much is done.
Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants.
...the hearty welcome.
They sit.
...pity for mischance.
His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please ’t your Highness
To grace us with your royal company?
...locks at me.
Gentlemen, rise. His Highness is not well.
...and the pledge.
They raise their drinking cups.
...blanched with fear.
What sights, my lord?
...night to all.
Lords and all but Macbeth and Lady Macbeth exit.
ACT 4
Scene 2
...where they are.
Enter Macduff’s Wife, her Son, and Ross.
...fly the land?
You must have patience, madam.
...make us traitors.
You know not
Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
...against all reason.
My dearest coz,
I pray you school yourself. But for your husband,
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o’ th’ season. I dare not speak much further;
But cruel are the times when we are traitors
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
But float upon a wild and violent sea
Each way and move—I take my leave of you.
Shall not be long but I’ll be here again.
Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward
To what they were before.—My pretty cousin,
Blessing upon you.
...yet he’s fatherless.
I am so much a fool, should I stay longer
It would be my disgrace and your discomfort.
I take my leave at once.
Ross exits.
Scene 3
...full of grace.
Enter Ross.
...makes us strangers!
Sir, amen.
...where it did?
Alas, poor country,
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing
But who knows nothing is once seen to smile;
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rent the air
Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems
A modern ecstasy. The dead man’s knell
Is there scarce asked for who, and good men’s lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying or ere they sicken.
...the newest grief?
That of an hour’s age doth hiss the speaker.
Each minute teems a new one.
...does my wife?
Why, well.
...all my children?
Well too.
...at their peace?
No, they were well at peace when I did leave ’em.
...How goes ’t?
When I came hither to transport the tidings
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor
Of many worthy fellows that were out;
Which was to my belief witnessed the rather
For that I saw the tyrant’s power afoot.
Now is the time of help. Your eye in Scotland
Would create soldiers, make our women fight
To doff their dire distresses.
...Christendom gives out.
Would I could answer
This comfort with the like. But I have words
That would be howled out in the desert air,
Where hearing should not latch them.
...some single breast?
No mind that’s honest
But in it shares some woe, though the main part
Pertains to you alone.
...me have it.
Let not your ears despise my tongue forever,
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
That ever yet they heard.
...guess at it.
Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes
Savagely slaughtered. To relate the manner
Were on the quarry of these murdered deer
To add the death of you.
...My children too?
Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.
...wife killed too?
I have said.
...finds the day.
They exit.
ACT 5
Scene 8
...cries “Hold! Enough!”
Enter, with Drum and Colors, Malcolm, Siward, Ross, Thanes, and Soldiers.
...your noble son.
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.
He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
...he is dead?
Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
...his hurts before?
Ay, on the front.
...King of Scotland!
Hail, King of Scotland!
...crowned at Scone.
Flourish. All exit.