The Tragedy of Macbeth Edit

A deed without a name.

A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet I would not sleep.

A kind good night to all.

A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage

A stronger and a better soldier none that Christendom gives out.

Accursed be thy tongue that tells me so.

After he was dead.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.

Afterwards seal it, and again return to bed.

Against the deep damnation of his taking off.

Ah, 'tis better thee without than he within.

Ah, so foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Alack!

Alas, the day. What good could they pretend?

All hail, King of Scotland.

All hail.

All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.

All my pretty ones?

All our service in every point twice done and then done double

All that impedes thee from the golden round.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

All. As the weird women promised.

Almost afraid to know itself.

Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Always thought that I require a clearness.

Amen.

And all my children?

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

And all thing unbecoming.

And all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.

And bade them speak to him.

And be all traitors that do so?

And beat them backward home.

And bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

And best knows the fits of the season.

And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not.

And catch with his surcease success,

And chastise with the valor of my tongue

And confused events new hatched to the woeful time.

And crows and rooks brought forth the secret'st man of blood.

And damned all those that trust them!

And damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"

And drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

And Duncan's horses, a thing most strange and certain,

And even now, to crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.

And fill me from the crown to the toe topful of direst cruelty.

And fixed his head upon our battlements.

And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature for ruin's wasteful entrance.

And I another.

And I feel now the future in the instant.

And I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people,

And I have learned by the perfectest report,

And I will put that business in your bosoms,

And in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared.

And in such bloody distance,

And in that heart courage to make his love known?

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, when mine are blanched with fear.

And know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me.

And let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee,

And like good men bestride our downfall birthdom.

And live a coward in thine own esteem,

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature?

And mine eternal jewel given to the common enemy of man,

And my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse

And new supplies of men began a fresh assault.

And none serve with him but constrained things

And nothing is, but what is not.

And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, which was not so before.

And one cried, "Murder!" that they did wake each other.

And our safest way is to avoid the aim.

And pity, like a naked newborn babe, striding the blast,

And push us to our stools!

And question this most bloody piece of work, to know it further.

And referred me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be.'

And say which grain will grow and which will not,

And sent forth great largess to your offices.

And shalt be what thou art promised.

And sleep in spite of thunder.

And so I do commend them to your backs.

And stir as if life were in't.

And stole thence the life of the building.

And such an instrument I was to use.

And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,

And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?

And that which should accompany old age,

And the crow makes wing to the rooky wood.

And the mere lees is left this vault to brag of.

And the receipt of reason a limbeck only.

And the right valiant Banquo walked too late.

And the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores.

And then is heard no more.

And thence it is that I to your assistance do make love,

And there weep our sad bosoms empty.

And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?

And this report hath so exasperate Macbeth that he prepares for some attempt at war.

And though I could with barefaced power sweep him from my sight

And thrice again to make up, uh

And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

And to be king stands not within the prospect of belief.

And unfold this message ere he come,

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale at what it did so freely?

And wears upon his baby brow the round and top of sovereignty?

And what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind.

And what we have to do to the direction just.

And what will you do now? How will you live?

And when goes hence?

And when he reads thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

And when we have our naked frailties hid, which suffer in exposure,

And will endure our setting down before it.

And with him, to leave no rubs nor botches in the work,

And with his former title…

And with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom

And with thy bloody and invisible hand

And yelled out like syllable of dolor.

And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.

And you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch.

And you whose places are the nearest,

And, "Amen," the other,

And, as they say, lamentings heard in the air.

And, for an earnest of a greater honor,

And, I fear, thou play'dst most foully for it.

And, to be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man.

And, to conclude…

And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,

Anon we'll drink a measure the table round.

Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon.

Are ye fantastical? Or that indeed which outwardly ye show?

Are you so…

Arm, arm, and out!

Art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend it.

Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valor as thou art in desire?

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight?

As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper.

As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, to countenance this horror!

As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,

As night's black agents to their prey do rouse.

As she is troubled with thick coming fancies that keep her from her rest.

As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.

As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.

As they would make war with mankind.

As troubled with man's act, threatens the bloody stage.

As two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art.

As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine

As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar upon his death?

At first and last the hearty welcome.

At least we'll die with harness on our back.

At once, good night.

Attend those men our pleasure?

Augurs and understood relations have by the magpies

Avaunt! Quit my sight!

Awake! Awake! Ring the alarum bell!

Away, and mock the time with fairest show.

Aye, and a bold one,

Aye, but their senses are shut.

Aye, in the catalog ye go for men.

Aye, madam, but returns again tonight.

Aye, my good lord.

Aye, my good lord.

Aye, my good lord.

Aye, that he was.

Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,

Banquo and Macbeth.

Be bloody, bold and resolute.

Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.

Be comforted.

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

Be not a ****ard of your speech. How goes it?

Be not found here.

Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

Beauteous and swift,

Being not of woman born, yet I will try the last.

Being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect,

Besides her walking and other actual performances,

Besides the Thane of Cawdor.

Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek,

Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace,

Beware Macduff.

Beware the Thane of Fife.

Bless you, fair dame!

Blood will have blood.

Blow, wind! Come, wrack!

Both of you know Banquo was your enemy.

Bring forth men children only.

Broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder.

Broke their stalls, flung out, contending 'gainst obedience,

But 'tis strange.

But all's too weak.

But Banquo's safe?

But cruel are the times,

But float upon a wild and violent sea each way and none.

But for your husband, he is noble, wise, judicious,

But he rides well. And his great love, sharp as his spur,

But here… [sighs]

But hush. No more.

But I have words that would be howled out in the desert air,

But I must also feel it as a man.

But in them nature's copy is not eterne.

But in these cases we still have judgment here.

But know not how to do it.

But no more sights!

But now they rise again, with twenty mortal murders on their crowns,

But of that tomorrow,

But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail.

But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers.

But that myself should be the root and father of many kings.

But the Norwegian lord, surveying vantage, with furbished arms

But they did say their prayers, and addressed them again to sleep.

But this bird hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle.

But this sore night hath trifled former knowings.

But treasons capital, confessed and proved…

But under heavy judgment bears that life which he deserves to lose.

But we'll take tomorrow.

But what is this that rises like the issue of a king,

But wherefore could not I pronounce "amen"?

But, for certain, he cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule.

But, gentle heavens, cut short all intermission.

By being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee.

By that which you profess, howe'er you come to know it, answer me.

By the clock, 'tis day,

By which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me

By whom?

Call 'em. Let me see 'em.

Came missives from the king, who all hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor,'

Can such things be and overcome us like a summer's cloud,

Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,

Come in time. Here you'll sweat for it.

Come in, tailor. Here you may roast your goose.

Come on. Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks.

Come to my woman's breasts

Come what come may.

Come, come. Give me your hand.

Come, seeling night,

Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

Come, we'll to sleep.

Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts.

Come…

Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels…

Conduct me to mine host.

Confronted him with self comparisons.

Consider it not so deeply.

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

Cure her of that.

Death of thy soul.

Despair thy charm.

Did heaven look on, and would not take their part?

Did you say all?

Did you send to him, sir?

Didst thou not hear a noise?

Discerning fortune, with his brandished steel which smoked with bloody execution,

Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Ditch delivered by a drab.

Do not bid me speak. See, and then speak yourselves.

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.

Do we but find the tyrant's power tonight,

Do you find your patience so predominant in your nature that you can let this go?

Do you not hope your children shall be kings?

Does approve, by his loved mansionry,

Double, double toil and trouble.

Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble…

Doubtful it stood.

Duncan comes here tonight.

Duncan is in his grave.

Each minute teems a new one.

Each new morn new widows howl,

Ere the bat hath flown his cloistered flight.

Ere they be scanned.

Ere to black Hecate's summons the shard borne beetle

Even till destruction sicken, answer me to what I ask you.

Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.

Fail not our feast.

Fair and noble hostess, we are your guest tonight.

Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Farewell.

Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless.

Fell slaughter on their souls.

Fie, for shame.

Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard?

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

Fleance is scaped.

Fleance, his son, must embrace the fate of that dark hour.

Fly, Fleance! Fly!

Fold it, write upon it, read it,

For brave Macbeth well he deserves that name

For fear thy very stones prate of my whereabout.

For in my way it lies.

For it is thine.

For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

For the poor wren, the most diminutive of birds,

For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered.

For there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.

For thy undaunted mettle should have composed nothing but males.

For, from this instant,

From Fife, great King,

From hence to Inverness, and bind us further to you.

From this moment,

From this time such I account thy love.

Front to front bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself.

Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Gall of goat, and slips of yew.

Gentles, all rise. His Highness is not well.

Get thee gone.

Give him tending. He brings great news.

Give me the daggers.

Give me your hand.

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

Give sorrow words.

Give them all breath,

Give to the edge of the sword his wife, his babes,

Give us a light there, boy.

Glamis and Thane of Cawdor.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor.

Glamis…

Go not my horse the better,

Go prick thy face, and over red thy fear, thou lily livered boy.

Go. Get some water, and wash this filthy witness from your hand.

God save the king.

God, God forgive us all.

Goes Fleance with you?

Good God, betimes remove the means that makes us strangers.

Good night. And better health attend His Majesty

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,

Gospeled to pray for this good man and for his issue,

Gracious England hath lent us good Siward and ten thousand men.

Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw,

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

Great Glamis. [chuckles]

Great happiness. [chuckles]

Greater than both, by the all hail hereafter.

Greet Macbeth.

Had I but died an hour before this chance…

Had I so sworn as you have done to this.

Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.

Hail, brave friend.

Hail, King of Scotland!

Hark.

Hark.

Hath been so clear in his great office,

Hath he asked for me?

Hath helped him to his home before us.

Hath it slept since?

Have overthrown him.

Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, and dashed the brains out,

Have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy.

Having no witness to confirm my speech.

He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor.

He chid the sisters when first they put the name of king upon me,

He did command me to call timely on him. I have almost slipped the hour.

He died as one that had been studied in his death

He does. He did appoint so.

He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him.

He has almost supped.

He has no children!

He hath a wisdom that guide his valor to act in safety.

He hath been in unusual pleasure,

He hath honored me of late.

He is about it.

He knows thy thought. Hear his speech, but say thou naught.

He loves us not.

He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers our offices

He should have old turning the key.

He that's coming must be provided for.

He wants the natural touch.

He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust.

He's already named, and gone to Dunsinane to be invested.

He's here in double trust.

Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven…

Heaven forgive him too.

Hell is murky.

Hence, horrible shadow!

Hence, with your little ones.

Here comes the good Macduff.

Here had we now our country's honor roofed,

Here lay Duncan,

Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up!

Here. Take my sword.

Here's a Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty.

Here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale,

Here's another, more potent than the first.

Here's our chief guest.

Here's the blood of a bat.

Here's the smell of the blood still.

Hie thee hither,

Hie you to horse. Adieu, till you return at night.

His cousin Siward and the good Macduff.

His flight was madness.

His silver skin laced with his golden blood.

His two chamberlains will I with wine and wassail so convince

His wonders and his praises do contend which should be thine or his.

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

How came she by that light?

How does my wife?

How does your patient, doctor?

How goes the world, sir, now?

How is it with me, when every noise appalls me?

How now, my lord.

How now, you secret, black and midnight hags.

How now. What news?

How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person at our great bidding?

How sayest thou, that Macduff denies his person at our great bidding?

How thou talk'st.

How wilt thou do for a father?

How you were borne in hand, how crossed, the instruments,

I am a man again.

I am afraid they have awaked, and 'tis not done.

I am in blood stepped in so far

I am in this earthly world, where to do harm is often laudable,

I am not to you known, though in your state of honor I am perfect.

I am one, my liege,

I am settled…

I am sick at heart, when I behold Seyton, I say!

I am Thane of Cawdor.

I bear a charmed life,

I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

I cannot but remember such things were, that were most precious to me.

I cannot tell.

I conjure you,

I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.

I dare not speak much further.

I did hear the galloping of horse. Who was't came by?

I did so, and went further, which is now our point of second meeting.

I doubt some danger does approach you nearly.

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.

I had most need of blessing, and "amen" stuck in my throat.

I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me.

I have almost forgot the taste of fears.

I have begun to plant thee and will labor to make thee full of growing.

I have done the deed.

I have drugged their possets,

I have given suck,

I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

I have lived long enough.

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent…

I have no words.

I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her,

I have seen hours dreadful and things strange.

I have spoke with one that saw him die,

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

I hear it by the way. But I will send.

I hope, in no place so unsanctified where such as thou mayst find him.

I know I am Thane of Glamis, but how of Cawdor?

I laid their daggers ready. He could not miss 'em!

I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought,

I must become a borrower of the night for a dark hour or twain.

I must not look to have.

I see thee still,

I see thee yet…

I stood and heard them.

I take it, 'tis later, sir.

I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out on's grave.

I think not of them.

I will not be afraid of death and bane,

I will not yield, to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,

I will thither.

I will tomorrow unto the weird sisters. More shall they speak.

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot.

I would thou couldst.

I would, while it was smiling in my face,

I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful

I'll devil porter it no further. Anon!

I'll drain him dry as hay.

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, for it must seem their guilt.

I'll go no more. I'm afraid to think what I have done.

I'll put it on. Send out more horses.

I'll see it done.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me without my stir.

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

If he had been forgotten, it had been as a gap in our great feast,

If he scape…

If I stand here, I saw him!

If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?

If it be mine, keep it not from me. Quickly let me have it.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.

If the assassination could trammel up the consequence,

If there come truth from them

If this which he avouches does appear,

If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.

If thou speak'st false,

If we should fail?

If you can look into the seeds of time

If you would grant the time.

If't be so, for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind.

Implored Your Highness's pardon and set forth a deep repentance.

In a place from whence himself does fly?

In a sieve I'll thither sail.

In conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

In form as palpable as this which now I draw.

In the poisoned entrails throw.

In this slumbery agitation,

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

In which addition, hail, most worthy Thane.

Infected be the air whereon they ride.

Infected minds to their deaf pillows do discharge their secrets.

Infirm of purpose.

Is Banquo gone from court?

Is execution done on Cawdor?

Is he dispatched?

Is it far you ride?

Is the king stirring, worthy Thane?

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,

It cannot be called our mother, but our grave,

It is a peerless kinsman.

It is a tale told by an idiot…

It is the bloody business that informs thus to mine eyes.

It is the cry of women, my good lord.

It is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way.

It makes him, and it mars him. It sets him on, and it takes him off.

It must be done tonight, and something from the palace.

It persuades him, disheartens him, makes him stand to, and not stand to.

It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

It shall be done.

It will have blood. [sighs]

It'll be rain tonight.

King, Cawdor,

Knock, knock!

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock. Never at quiet. [grunts]

Knock, knock. Who's there?

Know that it was Banquo in the times past

Know we will establish our estate upon our eldest, Malcolm…

Know you not he has?

Laugh to scorn the power of man,

Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."

Lay on, Macduff.

Lead our first battle.

Leave all the rest to me.

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.

Let every soldier hew him down a bough and bear it before him.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.

Let grief convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it.

Let it come down.

Let me clutch thee.

Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so.

Let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart.

Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Let not your ears despise my tongue forever,

Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

Let us meet,

Let's after him, whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.

Let's away.

Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,

Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," like the poor cat in the adage?

Life is but a walking shadow…

Light thickens.

Like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.

Like a hell broth boil and bubble.

Like valor's minion carved out his passage till he faced the slave.

Listening their fear, I could not say "amen" when they did say, "God bless us."

Live you? Or are you aught that man may question?

Lives in the English court.

Lo you, here she comes.

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.

Look not so pale.

Look on't again I dare not.

Look, how she rubs her hands.

Macbeth hath murdered sleep."

Macbeth shall never vanquished be

Macbeth.

Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.

Macduff is fled to England.

Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

Make all our trumpets speak.

Make so bold to call.

Make thick my blood.

Making the green one red.

Malcolm and Donalbain,

Malcolm, the son of Duncan, from whom this…

Malcolm! Banquo!

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing… can touch him further.

Masking the business from the common eye for sundry weighty reasons.

May they not be my oracles as well, and set me up in hope?

May you see things well done there. Adieu.

Mean you His Majesty?

Men must not walk too late. I hear Macduff lives in disgrace.

Merciful heaven.

Merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts

Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more.

Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,

Mmm. What concern they?

More needs she the divine than the physician.

Most royal sir…

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the Lord's anointed temple,

My children too?

My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself.

My dearest love.

My ever gentle cousin.

My father is not dead, for all your saying.

My gashes cry for help.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

My liege.

My lord is often thus, and hath been from his youth.

My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him.

My lord, I will not.

My name's Macbeth.

My plenteous joys, wanton in fullness,

My pretty cousin.

My senses would have cooled to hear a night shriek.

My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.

My strange and self abuse is the initiate fear that wants hard use.

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

My voice is in my sword.

My way of life is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf.

My worthy Cawdor.

Naught that I am, not for their own demerits, but for mine,

Nay, how will you do for a husband?

Neither to you nor anyone,

Never shake thy gory locks at me!

New orphans cry, new sorrows strike heaven on the face,

No boasting like a fool.

No jutty, frieze, buttress, nor coign of vantage,

No man.

No mind that's honest but in it shares some woe.

No more o' that, my lord, no more of that.

No more the Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.

No son of mine succeeding.

No sooner justice had with valor armed

No teeth for the present.

No, cousin. I'll home to Fife.

No, indeed, my lord.

No, nor more fearful.

No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,

No! No! No!

No.

No. They were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved,

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry, "Hold. Hold."

Nor keep peace between the effect and it.

Nor must be known no less to have done so,

Norway himself, with terrible numbers, assisted by that most disloyal traitor,

Not cast aside so soon.

Not confessing their cruel parricide.

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Not yet.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Now does he feel his secret murders sticking on his hands.

Now does he feel his title hang loose about him,

Now is the time of help.

Now near enough.

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health

Now, if you have a station in the file, not in the worst rank of manhood, say it.

O hellkite. All?

O worthiest cousin.

O, but this place is too cold for hell.

O, come in, equivocator.

O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.

O, here's an English tailor, come hither for stealing out of a French hose.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue.

O, never shall sun that morrow see.

Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back.

Of sorriest fancies your companions making,

Of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?

Oh, go to, go to. You have known what you should not.

Oh, here's a knocking indeed.

Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury, that I did kill them.

Oh.

On Tuesday last, a falcon, towering in her pride of place,

One cried, "God bless us,"

One of my fellows had the speed of him.

Only I have left to say, more is thy due than more than all can pay.

Only look up clear.

Only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

Only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.

Ooh! Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes.

Or art thou a dagger of the mind, a false creation,

Or did line the rebel with hidden help and vantage,

Or else worth all the rest.

Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?

Or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Or is it a fee grief due to some single breast?

Or that with both he labored in his country's wrack, I know not.

Or to hell.

Or why upon this blasted heath you stop our way with such prophetic greeting?

Others that lesser hate him do call it valiant fury.

Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn.

Our royal master's murdered.

Our separated fortune shall keep us both the safer.

Out, damned spot. Out, I say.

Out, out, brief candle.

Peace.

Please, Your Highness, sit.

Please't Your Highness to grace us with your royal company.

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, curbing his lavish spirit.

Pray you, keep seat.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

Prince of Cumberland.

Prince of Cumberland.

Prithee, peace.

Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain?

Psst, psst, psst.

Put a barren scepter in my grip,

Put rancors in the vessels of my peace only for them.

Raze out the written troubles of the brain

Resolve yourselves apart.

Revenges burn in them.

Ride you this afternoon?

Ring the alarum bell!

Safe in a ditch he bides, with twenty trenched gashes on his head.

Saw you the weird sisters?

Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence?

Say to the king the knowledge of the broil as though didst leave it.

Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day.

See, who comes here?

Seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.

Seek to know no more.

Seyton, what news more?

Seyton!

Seyton! Send out!

Shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered in surmise,

Shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom?

Shall blow this horrid deed in every eye, that tears shall drown the wind.

Shall he dwindle, peak and pine.

She goes down at 12.

She has light by her continually. 'Tis her command.

She has spoke what she should not. I am sure of that.

She should have died hereafter.

She'll close and be herself,

Showed like a rebel's whore.

Since His Majesty went into the field,

Sinful Macduff.

Sir, amen.

Sir, can you tell where he bestows himself?

Sirrah, your father's dead.

Sit, worthy friends.

Skirr the country round. Hang those that talk of fear.

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care,

So is he mine.

So please you, it is true. Our thane is coming.

So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.

So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,

So, it will make us mad.

Soldiers, sir.

Some holy angel fly to the court of England

Some say he's mad.

Some say, the earth was feverous and did shake.

Something wicked this way comes.

Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear your favor nor your hate.

Speak, if you can. What are you?

Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once.

Stands Scotland where it did?

Stars, hide your fires.

Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more.

Still it cried, "Sleep no more," to all the house.

Stones have been known to move, trees to speak.

Stop up the access and passage to remorse,

Strange screams of death and prophesying, with accents terrible, of dire combustion

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand.

Strong both against the deed.

Sweet remembrancer.

Take thy face hence.

Tell me, if your art can tell so much.

Tell me, thou unknown power

Temperate and furious, loyal and neutral, in an instant?

Thanks for your pains.

That a swift blessing may soon return to this our suffering country…

That but this blow might be the be all and the end all here.

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements.

That dare look upon that which might appall the devil.

That darkness does the face of earth entomb,

That death and nature do contend about them,

That every minute of his being thrusts against my nearest of life!

That his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet tongued,

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear.

That I might tell pale hearted fear it lies,

That I would set my life on any chance, to mend it, or be rid on't.

That I'm reckless what I do to spite the world.

That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,

That it resounds as if it felt with Scotland,

That look not like the inhabitants of the earth, and yet are on it.

That memory, the warder of the brain, shall be a fume,

That might to half a soul and to a notion crazed say,

That most may claim this argument for ours?

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

That nature gives way to in repose.

That no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose,

That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker.

That shalt be king hereafter.

That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley the sleepers of the house?

That the heaven's breath smells wooingly here.

That they have done't?

That thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing

That trusted home might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

That we but teach bloody instructions,

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold.

That will never be.

That, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er.

That, sir, which I will not report after her.

The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

The bell invites me.

The castle of Macduff I will surprise. Seize upon Fife.

The charm's wound up.

The cry is still, "They come!"

The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,

The devil damn thee black, thou cream faced loon!

The devil himself could not pronounce a title more hateful to mine ear.

The doors are open,

The English force, so please you.

The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,

The expedition of my violent love outran the pauser, reason.

The fatal bellman, which gives the stern'st good night.

The firstlings of my heart shall be the firstlings of my hand.

The fit is momentary. Upon a thought he will again be well.

The general cause?

The gracious Duncan was pitied of Macbeth.

The greatest is behind.

The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er fraught heart and bids it break.

The grooms were lodged together.

The handle toward my hand?

The hearing of my wife with your approach, so humbly take my leave.

The heart is sorely charged.

The ingredience of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.

The innocent sleep.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths,

The king hath happily received, Macbeth, the news of thy success.

The king's two sons, are stolen away and fled.

The least a death to nature.

The man would die, and there an end!

The merciless Macdonwald,

The minions of their race, turned wild in nature,

The moon is down. I've not heard the clock.

The near in blood, the nearer bloody.

The queen, my lord, is dead.

The raven himself is hoarse

The seeds of Banquo kings!

The service and the loyalty I owe, in doing it, pays itself.

The sin of my ingratitude even now was heavy on me.

The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures.

The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood is stopped.

The Thane of Cawdor lives, a prosperous gentleman.

The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?

The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict.

The Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now?

The time has been,

The time has been, that, when the brains were out,

The very source of it is stopped.

The victory fell to us.

The weird sisters, hand in hand.

The wine of life is drawn,

The wood began to move.

The wood of Birnam.

The worm that fled hath nature that in time will venom breed,

Their candles are all out.

Their daggers unmannerly breeched with gore.

Their hands and faces were all badged with blood.

Then 'tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth?

Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect.

Then live, Macduff. What need I fear of thee?

Then prophet like they hailed him father to a line of kings.

Then stand with us.

Then the liars and swearers are fools,

Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Then, as his host,

Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand.

There if I grow, the harvest is your own.

There is no flying hence nor tarrying here!

There ran a rumor of many worthy fellows that were out.

There shall be done a deed of dreadful note.

There the grown serpent lies.

There would have been a time for such a word.

There, the murderers, steeped in the colors of their trade,

There's but one down. The son is fled.

There's comfort yet.

There's daggers in men's smiles.

There's husbandry in heaven.

There's knocking at the gate. Come! Come!

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

There's none but he whose being I do fear.

There's not a one of them but in his house I keep a servant feed.

There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys.

There's one did laugh in his sleep,

Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery.

Therefore, to horse. And let us not be dainty of leave taking.

Therein the patient must minister to himself.

These deeds must not be thought after these ways.

They are assailable. Then be thou jocund.

They do, my lord.

They have more in them than mortal knowledge.

They made themselves air, into which they vanished.

They must lie there. Go. Carry them. And smear the sleepy grooms with blood.

They say…

They were all struck for thee.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

Things without all remedy should be without regard.

This castle hath a pleasant seat.

This deed I'll do before the purpose cool!

This disease is beyond my practice.

This evenhanded justice commends

This guest of summer, temple haunting martlet,

This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness,

This I made good to you in our last conference, passed in probation with you,

This is her very guise. And, upon my life, fast asleep.

This is more strange than such a murder is!

This is the air drawn dagger which, you said, led you to Duncan.

This is the very painting of thy fear.

This push will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.

This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill, cannot be good.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,

Thither Macduff is gone to pray upon his aid.

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death!

Those he commands move only in command, nothing in love.

Those linen cheeks of thine are counselors to fear.

Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done it.

Those sleepy two of his own chamber and used their very daggers,

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Thou art mad to say it. Is not thy master with him?

Thou art the best o' the cutthroats.

Thou canst not say I did it.

Thou hast harped my fear aright. But one thing more

Thou hast it now.

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes.

Thou knowest that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

Thou liest, abhorred tyrant.

Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going.

Thou marvel'st at my words. But hold thee still.

Thou seest the heavens,

Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.

Thou shalt not live.

Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet with wit enough for thee.

Thou sure and firm set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk,

Thou wast born of woman.

Thou wouldst be great.

Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane and thou opposed,

Though our lives

Though the main part… [inhales deeply]

Though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than any is in hell.

Threescore and ten I can remember well,

Throw physic to the dogs! I'll none of it!

Thy blood is cold!

Thy bones are marrowless!

Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present,

Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane!

Till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops

Till that Macbeth and Banquo, lapped in proof,

Till thou applaud the deed.

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits.

To alter favor ever is to fear.

To bed.

To bed.

To bed.

To bed.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

To cure this deadly grief.

To do good sometime accounted dangerous folly.

To doff their dire distresses.

To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.

To leave his wife, to leave his babes, his mansion and his titles

To make them kings!

To relate the manner…

To say I have done no harm?

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy.

To the last syllable of recorded time.

To the selfsame tune and words.

To think so brainsickly of things.

To throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 'twere a careless trifle.

To you they have showed some truth.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Tomorrow, as he purposes.

Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee.

Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir. And I'll request your presence.

Towards which advance the war!

Treason has done his worst. Nor steel, nor poison,

Tyrant holds the due of birth,

Uh, not so sick, my lord,

Uh…

Under a hand accursed.

Unlock her closet, take forth paper,

Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.

Unreal mockery, hence!

Unsex me here,

Until great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him.

Up! Up! And see the great doom's image!

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, till famine cling thee.

Using those thoughts which should indeed have died with them they think on?

Valiant cousin. Worthy gentleman.

Wake Duncan with thy knocking!

Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie so late?

Was my father a traitor, Mother?

Was once thought honest.

Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself?

Wash your hands, put on your nightgown.

We are coming thither.

We are men, my liege.

We are resolved, my lord.

We are yet but young in deed.

We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose to be his purveyor.

We fail.

We have lost best half of our affair.

We have scorched the snake, not killed it.

We hear, our bloody cousins are bestowed in England and in Ireland,

We learn no other but the confident tyrant keeps still in Dunsinane,

We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,

We shall, my lord, perform what you command us.

We should have else desired your good advice,

We will proceed no further in this business.

We would spend it in some words upon that business,

Welcome hither.

Welcome hither.

Well then, now have you considered of my speeches?

Well too.

Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

Well, say, sir.

Well, they were suborned.

Well…

Were poor and single business to contend against those honors deep and broad

Were the graced person of our Banquo present,

Were, on the quarry of this murdered deer, to add the death of you.

What are these? So withered and so wild in their attire,

What beast was't, then, made you break this enterprise to me?

What cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan?

What does the tyrant?

What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes.

What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

What is a traitor?

What is it she does now?

What is the night?

What is thy name?

What is't you do?

What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?

What not put upon his spongy officers,

What soldiers, patch?

What soldiers, whey face?

What thou wouldst highly, that wouldst thou holily.

What wood is this before us?

What you've spoke, it may be so perchance.

What, all my pretty chickens and their dam in one fell swoop?

What, at any time, have you heard her say?

What, can the devil speak true?

What, man?

What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's abed.

What's done cannot be undone.

What's done is done.

What's the newest grief?

What's to be done?

Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks.

When Duncan is asleep,

When I burned in desire to question them further,

When I came hither to transport the tidings,

When in swinish sleep, their drenched natures lie as in a death.

When living light should kiss it?

When my drink is ready, she strike upon the bell.

When now I think you can behold such sights,

When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.

When the battle's lost and won.

When therewithal we shall have cause of state craving us jointly.

When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me promised no less to them?

When we hold rumor from what we fear, yet know not what we fear,

When we're traitors and do not know ourselves,

When you durst do it, then you were a man.

Whence is that knocking?

Where got'st thou that goose look?

Where hearing should not latch them.

Where is the Thane of Cawdor?

Where is your husband?

Where nothing, but who knows nothing, is once seen to smile.

Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air are made, not marked.

Where the Norwegian banners flout the sky and fan our people cold.

Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, the air is delicate.

Where violent sorrow seems a modern ecstasy.

Where we are…

Where we lay, our chimneys were blown down.

Wherefore did you so?

Wherefore was that cry?

Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey soundly invite him,

Wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief.

Wherewith Your Majesty loads our house.

Whether he was combined with those of Norway,

Whether they live or die.

Which else should free have wrought.

Which held you so under fortune,

Which honor must not unaccompanied invest him only,

Which I have heavily borne,

Which must be acted…

Which must not yield, to one of woman born.

Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,

Which of you have done this?

Which puts upon them suspicion of the deed.

Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound that ever yet they heard.

Which shall to all our nights and days to come

Which still hath been both grave and prosperous, in this day's council.

Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,

Which you thought had been our innocent self.

Which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.

Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it,

Whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.

Whither should I fly? I have done no harm.

Who can be wise, amazed,

Who can impress the forest, bid the tree unfix his earthbound root?

Who could refrain, that had a heart to love,

Who dares receive it other,

Who did bid thee join with us?

Who did report that very frankly he confessed his treasons,

Who have died holily in their beds.

Who may I rather challenge for unkindness than pity for mischance.

Who must hang them?

Who shall bear the guilt of our great quell?

Who should against his murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself.

Who was it that thus cried?

Who was the thane lives yet,

Who wrought with them, and all things else

Who's there, in the name of Beelzebub? [chuckles]

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incensed

Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance killed, for Fleance fled.

Whose execution takes your enemy off.

Whose hearts are absent too.

Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave and beggared yours forever?

Why did you bring these daggers from the place?

Why do we hold our tongues,

Why do you keep alone,

Why then, alas, do I put up that womanly defense,

Why, by the verities on thee made good,

Why, one that swears and lies.

Why, so… [breathes deeply]

Why, the honest men.

Why, then, 'tis time to do it.

Why, well.

Why, worthy Thane, you do unbend your noble strength,

Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?

Will fight, her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

Will it not be received, when we have marked with blood

Will you to Dunsinane?

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence.

Wisdom!

With fortune on his damned quarrel smiling,

With his drowsy hums hath rung night's yawning peal,

With my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st!

Within my sword's length set him.

Within the volume of which time

Within this three mile may you see it coming, I say, a moving grove.

Without our special wonder?

Worthy Cawdor.

Worthy Macduff and we shall take upon's what else remains to do.

Would I could answer this comfort with the like.

Would they had stayed.

Wouldst not play false, and yet wouldst wrongly win.

Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,

Yes, he is dead.

Yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

Yet could not equivocate to heaven. [chuckles]

Yet do I fear thy nature.

Yet he's good that did the like for Fleance.

Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep

Yet I will make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate.

Yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity,

Yet my heart throbs to know one thing more.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?

Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

You have displaced the mirth,

You know not whether it was his wisdom or his fear.

You know your own degrees. Sit down.

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

You made it known to us.

You make me strange even to the disposition that I owe,

You must leave this.

You shall be king.

Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.

Your children shall be kings.

Your eye in Scotland would create soldiers, make our women fight,

Your face, my Thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters.

Your leafy screens throw down. And show like those you are!

Your spirits shine through you.

[bell tolls, distant] I go, and it is done.

[bell tolls] Murder and treason!

[bird caws] [Lady Macbeth] Hark!

[boy grunting] No, no, no! No!

[chokes] [bird caws]

[chuckles] [thudding continues]

[crowd clamors, cries] Woe, alas!

[crowd gasps, murmurs] [man] Why?

[crowd gasps] Look to the lady.

[distant thud] [glass shatters]

[distant thud] See, see, our honored hostess.

[door closes] …I had lived a blessed time.

[door opens] [footsteps]

[door thuds] [footsteps approaching]

[drum beats] [witch 2 gasps] A drum. A drum!

[footsteps continue marching] [tolling continues]

[gasps] [doctor] Foul whisperings are abroad.

[gasps] Hark. She speaks.

[grunts] [thudding continues]

[hooves clopping] If you will take a homely maid's advice,

[horse whinnies] [soldiers chattering]

[knocks] And the obscure bird…

[Lady Macbeth] What, in our house? Too cruel anywhere.

[Lady Macduff] But I remember now. [people shouting]

[laughs] My lady.

[man] Aha. [porter] I pray you, remember the porter.

[man] You must have patience, madam. [woman] He had none.

[mumbles] True, my lord.

[people murmuring] …whom we name hereafter

[people screaming] What is that noise?

[scraping] [thudding continues]

[screams, grunts] [grunts]

[screams] [basin clatters]

[swords sc****] [men cheering]

[thud] [gasps]

[thudding] What?

[thunder rumbles] Are you a man?

[waves crashing] [thudding]

[witch 1] Put in that. [witch 3] Put in that.

[witch 2] Demand. [together] We'll answer.

[younger thane] Your Majesty? …clamored the livelong night.

As I descended? Aye.

Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! Awake! [tolling continues]

chief nourisher in life's feast. What do you mean?

Did you send to him, sir? [older thane] Your Majesty.

Dispute it like a man. I shall do so!

Fled to England? Aye, my good lord.

Give me mine armor! [door opens]

Give me mine armor. 'Tis not needed yet.

Give me my sword. Who's there? [Macbeth] A friend.

He's a traitor. [son] Thou liest!

Heaven rest them now. Be this the whetstone of your sword.

I will not fight with thee. Then yield thee, coward!

I'll to England. To Ireland, I.

is murdered. [crowd gasps, murmurs]

It was. So please Your Highness.

My husband. [sighs]

My wife killed too? I have said.

No, my lord. Came they not by you?

No! [grunts] [man] What, you egg!

No. Go pronounce his present death.

Observe her. Stand close. [man] You see, her eyes are open.

On both. [guests chuckle]

One… two. [dripping]

Our tears are not yet brewed. Let's not consort with them.

Peace. [distant thudding]

Renown and grace is dead. [Lady Macbeth] Speak! Speak!

There is ten thousand Geese, villain?

There's blood upon thy face. 'Tis Banquo's then.

What is amiss? You are, and do not know it.

What sights, my lord? I pray you, speak not.

What three things? Nose painting, sleep and urine.

What's the matter? Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

When? Now.

Will she go now to bed? Directly.

…being gone…

…pertains to you alone.

…upon this bank and shoal of time, we'd jump the life to come.

'Tis much he dares.

'Tis said they ate each other.

'Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word.

'Tis unnatural, even like the deed that's done.

'Twas a rough night.

"Fear not, till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane."

"Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more."

"Macbeth shall sleep no more."

"Thus did Banquo."

[all] Hail, King of Scotland! Hail, King of Scotland!

[Banquo] All's well.

[Banquo] At your kindest leisure.

[Banquo] Fleance!

[Banquo] Thanks, sir. The like to you.

[Banquo] The earth hath bubbles, as the water has.

[bell tolling]

[bell tolls, distant]

[bell tolls, distant]

[bell tolls]

[bell tolls]

[bird caws]

[bird chattering]

[birds chirping]

[breathes heavily]

[breathes heavily]

[breathes heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[cawing]

[cawing]

[cawing]

[cawing]

[chattering continues]

[chattering]

[chattering]

[children laughing, distant]

[children laughing]

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

[chuckles] If a man were porter of hell gate,

[chuckles] Were such things here as we do speak about?

[chuckles] Why, I can buy me 20 at any market.

[chuckles] Yes.

[chuckling] There's no such thing.

[clanks]

[clanks]

[clanks]

[crash]

[crowd chattering]

[distant thud]

[distant thudding]

[door opens]

[door opens]

[door slams]

[exhales]

[exhales] I guess at it.

[footsteps approaching]

[footsteps approaching]

[footsteps approaching]

[footsteps approaching]

[footsteps approaching]

[footsteps approaching]

[footsteps marching, distant]

[footsteps]

[footsteps]

[footsteps]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[gasps] Yet here's a spot.

[groans, gasps]

[groans]

[grunting continues]

[grunting, groaning continues]

[grunting, groaning]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[guards shouting]

[guests chattering]

[guests murmur]

[hooves clopping, distant]

[hooves clopping, horse blusters]

[hooves clopping]

[horse whinnies, distant]

[horse whinnies]

[horse whinnies]

[horse whinnies]

[horse whinnies]

[horses whinny]

[inhales deeply]

[king] Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?

[Lady Macbeth] It was the owl that shrieked,

[Lady Macbeth] My royal lord, you do not give the cheer.

[Lady Macbeth] What's the business,

[laughs]

[Macbeth laughs]

[Macbeth] Go bid thy mistress,

[Macbeth] Good morrow, both.

[Macbeth] Hang out our banners on the outward walls!

[Macbeth] Hmm.

[Macbeth] Repose the while.

[Macbeth] Were they not forced with those that should be ours,

[Macduff shouts]

[Macduff] Let us rather hold fast the mortal sword,

[Macduff] Turn, hellhound, turn!

[Malcolm] 'Tis his main hope.

[Malcolm] Be it their comfort.

[Malcolm] I know him now.

[Malcolm] Let us seek out some desolate place,

[Malcolm] This murderous shaft that's shot hath not yet lighted.

[man 2] A light. A light!

[man 2] How far is it to Forres?

[man 2] We are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks.

[man chuckles]

[man] ♪ He that has and a little tiny wit ♪

[man] When was it she last walked?

[man] Who goes there?

[marching stops]

[men chattering, distant]

[nurse] What a sigh is there.

[older thane] Goes the king hence today?

[older thane] Here is a place reserved.

[older thane] His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise.

[older thane] Only, I say, things have been strangely borne.

[older thane] The night has been unruly.

[older thane] What is't that moves Your Highness?

[older thane] What, my good lord?

[people screaming]

[people shouting]

[people shouting]

[screaming continues]

[screams, grunts]

[screams]

[shouting continues]

[shouting continues]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs] Alas, poor country.

[sighs] Good father.

[sighs] The tyrant has not battered at their peace?

[sighs] This is a sorry sight.

[Siward groans, pants]

[soldiers cheer]

[speaking indistinctly]

[thud]

[thudding continues]

[thudding continues]

[thudding continues]

[thudding continues]

[thudding]

[thudding]

[thunder rumbles]

[thunder rumbles]

[together] Round about the cauldron go.

[together] Speak.

[tolling continues]

[tolling continues]

[wailing]

[wailing]

[wails]

[waves crashing]

[whimpers]

[whispering] Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.

[wind gusts]

[wind gusts]

[wind howling]

[wind howling]

[wind howling]

[wind whistling]

[wind whistling]

[witch 1 gasps] Look what I have.

[witch 1, singsongy] Weary sennights nine times nine

[witch 1] All hail, Macbeth.

[witch 1] Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

[witch 1] He will not be commanded.

[witch 1] Here I have a sailor's thumb, wrecked as homeward he did come.

[witch 1] Macbeth doth come.

[witch 1] Nine.

[witch 1] Say if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, or from our masters?

[witch 1] Seek to know no more.

[witch 1] Silvered in the moon's eclipse, nose of Turk and Tartar's lips.

[witch 1] Sleep shall neither night nor day…

[witch 1] Thus do go about, about.

[witch 1] Where hast thou been, sister?

[witch 2] 'Tis time.

[witch 2] And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do and I'll do.

[witch 2] By the pricking of my thumbs,

[witch 2] For a charm of powerful trouble,

[witch 2] He shall live a man forbid.

[witch 2] Killing swine.

[witch 2] Listen, but speak not to it.

[witch 2] Show me. Show me!

[witch 2] Thrice to thine and thrice to mine.

[witch 2] Upon the heath.

[witch 2] When the hurly burly's done.

[witch 3] …hang upon his penthouse lid.

[witch 3] 'Tis time.

[witch 3] All hail, Macbeth.

[witch 3] Aye.

[witch 3] Liver of blaspheming Jew,

[witch 3] Posters of the sea and land.

[witch 3] Sister, where thou?

[witch 3] There to meet with Macbeth.

[witch 3] Where the place?

[witch] Finger of birth strangled babe,

[witch] When shall we three meet again?

[witches, together] All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!

[witches, together] So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.

[witches] Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

[woman] "They met me in the day of success.

[woman] The king comes here tonight.

[woman] This way! This way!

[woman] What had he done, to make him fly the land?

[younger thane] Banquo. Banquo.

[younger thane] Horror! Horror! Horror!

[younger thane] Your father…

♪ For the rain it raineth every day ♪

♪ Must make content With his fortunes fit ♪

♪ With a heigh ho, the wind and the rain ♪