Enter MACBETH, Doctor and Attendants. Marb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all;

Malcolm!

Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taiat with fear. What's the boy
[know
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that
All niortal consequents, pronounced ine thus:
Fear not, Macbeth: no man, that's born of
woman,
[false thanes,
Shall e'er have power on thee.--Then fly,
And mingle with the English epicures:
The mind Isway by, and the heart I bear, [fear.
Shall never sagg+ with doubt nor shake with
Enter a Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced
Where got'st thou that goose look ? [loon !
Serv. There is ten thousand--
Macb.
Geese, villain ?
Serv.

Soldiers, sir.
[fear,
Mach. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy
Thon lily-liver'd boy. What soldier's, patch ¿?
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-
face ?

Serv. The English force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am sick at heart,

Enter SEYTON.

Sey. What is your gracions pleasure!
Macb.
What news more?
Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was
reported.
[be back'd.
Macb. Pil fight, till from my bones my flesh
Give me my armour.
Sy.

'Tis not needed yet.
Mucb. I'll put it on.
[round;
Send out more horses, skirr¶ the country
Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine
[armour.
How does your patient, doctor?
Doct.
Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
Much
Cure her of that:
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivions antidote,
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous staff,
Which weighs upon the heart?

Doct.

Therein the patient Must minister to himself. [of it:Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none Come, put mine armour on; give me my (me:

staff:

Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from
Come, sir, despatch:-If thon conidst, doctor,
The water of my land, find her disease, [cast
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
Would scour these English hence?-Hearest
thon of them?
[paration
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal pre-
Makes us hear something.
Mac.

Bring it after me.-
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dansinane. [Erit.
Doc. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
Profit again should hardly draw me here.
[Exit.

SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane:
A Wood in View.

Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM,
old SIWARD and his Son, MACDUFF,
MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX,
ROSSE, and Soldiers, marching.

Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at
That chambers will be safe.
[hand
Ment.
We doubt it nothing.
Siw. What wood is this before us?
Ment.
The wood of Birnam.
Mul. Let every soldier hew him down a
bongh,
[dow
And bear't before him; thereby shall we sha
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.
Sold. It shall be done.
[tyrant
Siw. We learn no other but the confident
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before't.
Mul.
Tis his main hope:
Base fellow.

When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
I have liv'd long enough my way of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth honour,
breath,
[dare not.
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but
Seyton!---

Scour.

An appellation of contempt.

For where there is advantage to be given,
Both more and less have given him the revolt;
And none serve with him but constrained
Whose hearts are absent too.

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till fainine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
[things, I care not if thou dost for me as much.-
I pail in resolution; and begin

Macd.
Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

Site.
The time approaches,
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate+:
Towards which, advance the war.
[Exeunt, marching.
SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle.
Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH,
SEYTON, and Soldiers.

Mach. Hang out our banners on the out-
ward walls;
[strength
The cry is still, They come: Our castle's
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,
Till famine, and the ague, eat them up:
Were they not torced with those that should

be oars,

[beard, We might have met them dareful, beard to And beat them backward home. What is that

noise? [A cry within, of Women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Mach. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have

cool'd

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam
wood

out!

Do come to Dunsinane;-and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and
If this, which he avouches, does appear,
There is nor flying, hence, nor tarrying here.
I'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
And wish the estate o'the world were now un-
Ring the alarum-bell:-Blow, wind! come,

done.

wrack!

At least we'll die with harness on our back.
[Exeunt.
SCENE VI. The same. A plain before the
Castle.

Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM,
old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c., and their
Army, with Boughs.

Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens

throw down,
(uncle,
And show like those you are:-You, worthy
Shail, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,
Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
According to our order.
Siv.

Fare you well.

To hear a night shriek: and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with hor-Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

rors;

Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start.-Wherefore was that cry?
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Much. She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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 beard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.-

Enter a Messenger.

Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quick

Mess. Gracions lord,

my

I shall report that whic I say I saw,
But know not how to do it.

Mucb.

Well, say, sir.

[ly.

Mess. As I did stand my watch upou the hill, I look'd toward Lirnam, and anou, methought, The wood began to move.

Mucb.

Liar and slave! [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not

80:

Enter young SIWARD.
Yo. Siw. What is thy name?
Macb.
Thou'll be afraid to hear it.
Yo. Siw. No; though thou cali'st thyself a
Than any is in hell.
[hotter name
Muco.
My name's Macbeth.
Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pro.
More hateful to mine ear.

(nonace a title
Much.
No, nor more fearful.
Yo. Si Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with
I'll prove the lie thon speak'st. [my sword
[They fight, and young Siward is slain.
Mach.
Thot wast born of woman.--
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scoru,

Within this three mile may you see it coming; Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.

I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, Huld, [Exeunt, fighting.

King JOHN.

Persens represented.

Prince HENRY, his son, afterwards King
Henry III.

ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey,
late Duke of Bretagne, the elder
brother of King John.
WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.
GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, chief
justiciary of England.

WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.
ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.
HUBERT DE BURGH, chamberlain to the
King.

ROBERT FAULCON BRIDGE, son of Sir Robert
Faulconbridge.

PHILIP PAULCON BRIDGE, his half-brother,
bastard son to King Richard the
First.

JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulcon
bridge.

PETER of Pomfret, a prophet.
PHILIP, King of France.
Lewis, the Dauphin.
Archduke of Austria.

Cardinal PANDULPH, the Pope's legate.
CHATILLON, ambassador from France to
MELUN, a French lord.
King John.

mother of King John.
ELINOR, the widow of King Henry II. and

CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur.
BLANCH, daughter to Alphonso, King of
Castile, and niece to King John.
Lady FALCON BRIDGE, mother to the bas
tard, and Robert Faulconbridge.

Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and

other Attendants.

Scene,-sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.

ACT I.

Enter King JoHN, Queen ELINOR, PEM-
BROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others,

with CHATILLON.

K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would
France with us?
[of France,
Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king
In my behaviour, to the majesty,
The borrow'd majesty of England here.
Eli. A strauge beginning;-borrow'd1ma-
[embassy.
jesty!
K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the
Cha:hilip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceased brother Greffey's son,
Arthur Plantagenet, lay's most lwfnl claim
To this fair island, and the territories;
To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine:
Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Which sways usurpingly these several titles;
And put the same into young Arthur's hand,
Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
K. Jonn. What follows, if we dis allow of this?
Chat. The proad control of fierce and
bloody war,
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld.
K. John, Ilere have we war for wir, and
blood for blood,
[France.
Control.ment for controlment: so answer
Chat. Then take my king's defi ince fron
my mouth,
The furthest limit of my embassy. [in peace:

Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;

For ere thou canst report I will be there,

The thunder of my cinnon shall be heard:
And sullen presage of your own decay.-
so, hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
An honourable conduct let him have:-
Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon.

[Exeunt CHATILLON aid PEMBROKE.
Eli. What now, my son have I not ever said,
How that ambi ious Const ince would not cease,
Till she had kindled France and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her son?
This might have been prevented and made
With very easy arguments of love! [whole,
Which now the manage of two kingdoms must
With fearful loody issue arbitrate.

K. John. Our strong possession, and our
right for us.

Eli. Your strong possession, much more than
your right;

Or else it must go wrong with you, and me:
So much my conscience whispers in your ear;
and I, shall
yon,
Which none but heaven, aud
Eater the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, whe
whispers ESSEX.

hear.

Esser. My liege, here is the strangest con

troversy,

Come from the country to be judged by you,
That e'er I heard: Shail I produce the men?
[Beit Sheriff,
K. John. Let them approach.-

K.John. Bear mine to him, and so depart / Our abbeys, and our priories, shall pay

• In the manner I now do.

+ Conduct, administration.

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Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCON-
BRIDGE, and V ́HILIP, his bastard brother.
This expedition's charge.-What men are you?
Bast. Your faithful subject 1, a gentleman,
Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,
As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge;
A soldier, by the honour-giving hand
Of Coeur-de-ljon knighted in the field.
K. John. What art thou?

Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon-
[heir?
bridge.
K.John. Is th. the elder, and art thou the
You came not of mother then, it seems.
Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty
king,

is well known; and, as I think, one father: for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; Of that I doubt, as all men's children may. Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame

thy mother,

land!

And wound her honour with this diffidence.
Bast. 1, midam? no, I have no reason for it;
That is my brother's plea, and none of mine;
The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out
At least from fair five hundred pounds a-year:
Heaven guard my mother's bononr, and my
[younger born,
K. John. A good blunt fellow:-Why, being
Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance?
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
But once he slinder'd me with bastardy:
But whe'r I be as true-begot, or no,
That still I lay upon my mother's head;
But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
(Fair fall the bones that took the paius for me!)
Compare our faces, and be judge yourselt.
If old sir Robert did beget us both,

Between my father and my mother lay,
(As I have heard my father speak himself,)
When this saxe lusty gentleman was got.
Upon his death bed he by will bequeath'd
Ilis tands to me; and took it, on his death,
That this, my mother's son, was none of his;
And, if he were, he cune into the world
Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.
Then, good my lige, let me have what is mine,
My father's lind, as was my father's will.

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him:
And, it she did play false, the filt was her's;
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands
That marry wives. Tell me, how if y brother,
Who, as you say, took pins to get this son,
Had of your father claim'd this son for his?
In sooth, good friend, your father might have
kept

This cals bred from his cow, from all the world; In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's,

My brother might not claim him; nor your

father,

Being none of his,refuse him: This concludes,-
My mother's son did get your father's heir,
Your father's heir must have your father's land.
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force,
To dispossess that child which is not his?

Bust. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir,
Than was his will to get me, as I think.

Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faul-
conbridge,

And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land;
Or the reputed son of Cœur-de-lion,
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside?
Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape,
And I had his, sir Robert his, like him;

And were our father, and this sou like him;-And if my legs were two such riding-rods,

O, old sir Robert, father, on my knee

I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
K.John. Why, what a madcap hath heaven
lent ns here!

Eli. Ile hath a trick + of Cœur-de-lion's face,
The accent of his tongue affecteth him:
Do you not read some tokens of my son
In the large composition of this man? [parts,
K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his
And finds them perfect Richard.-Sirrah,speak,
What doth move you to claim your brother's
land?
[father;
Bast. Pecause he hath a half-face, like my
With that half face would he have all my land:
A half-ficed groat five hundred pound a year!
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father
lived,

Your brother did employ my father much;-
Bast. Well,sir,by this you cannot get my land;
Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there, with the emperor,
To treat of high affairs touching that time:
The advantage of his absence took the king,
And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's;
Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak:
But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores
Trace, outline.

• Whether.

My arms snch eel-skins stuff'd; my race so thin,
That in mine ear 1 durst not stick a rose,
Lest men should say, Look, where three-far.
things goes!

And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
Would I might never stir from off this place,
I'd give it every foot to have this face;
I would not. sir Nob in any case.
ec well; Wilt on forsake thy

Eli. I like
fortune,
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?
I am a soldier, and now bound to France.
Bast. Brother, take you my land, l'il take

my chance:

Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year;
Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear.—
Madam, I'll follow yon unto the death.
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me
[WAY.
thither.
Bast. Our country manners give our betters
K. John. What is thy name?

Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun;
Philip, good old sir Rebert's wife's eldest son.
K. Joan. From henee orth bear his name

whose forin thon bear'st: Kneel thon down i kilip, but arise more great Arise sir Rickard, and Plantagenet.

↑ Dignity of appearance.

§ Robert.