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I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :
Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour,' breath, The time has been, my senses would have coold
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare To hear a night shriek; and my fell of hair

Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir,
Seyton !

As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors : Enter SEYTON.

Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Sey. What's your gracious pleasure ?

Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that cry? Macb.

What news more? Sey. The queen, my lord is dead. Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was Macb. She would bave died hereafter ; reported.

There should have been a time for such a word. Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, hack'd.

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Give me my armour.

To the last syllable of recorded time; Sey.

'Tis not needed yet. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Macb. I'll put it on.

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle : Send out more horses, skir the country round;

Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is beard no more: it is a tale armour: How does your patient, doctor?

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Doct.

Not so sick, my lord, Signifying nothing:As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,

Enter a Messenger. That keep her from her rest.

Thou com’st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Macb.

Cure her of that: Mess. Gracious my lord,
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; I should report that which I say I saw,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;

But know not how to do it.
Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;


Well, say, sir. And with some sweet oblivious antidote,

Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff,

I look'd toward Birnam, and, anon, methought, Which weighs upon the heart !

The wood began to move.

Therein the patient

Liar, and slave!
Must minister to himself.

[Striking him. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of

M ss. Let me endure your wrath it't be not so; it.

Within this three mile may you see it coming ; Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff :- I say, a moving grove. Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes' fly from Macb.

If thou speak’st false,

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Come, sir, dispatch :-If thou couldst, doctor, cast Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, The water of my land, find her disease,

I care not if thou dost for me as much.-
And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I pull in resolution; and begin
I would applaud thee to the very echo,

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That should applaud again.– Pull’t off, I say.- That lies like truth : “Fear not, till Birnam wood
What rbubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Do come to Dunsinane;"—and now a wood
Would scour these English hence : -Hearest thou Comes toward Dunsinane. -Arm, arm, and out!
of them?

If this which he avouches does appear, Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. Makes us hear something.

I’gin to be a-weary of the sun, Macb.

Bring it after me.- Andwish the estate o’the world were now undone. . I will not be afraid of death and bane,

Ring the alarum-bell :-Blow wind ! come wrack ! Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exit. At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here.

SCENE.- The same. A Plain before the Castle. [Exit.

Enter, with drums and colours, MALCOLM, old SCENE.-Dunsinane.

SIWARD, MACDUFF, 8c., and their Army, with Within the Castle.

boughs. Enter, with drums and colours, MACBETH, SEYTON,

Mul. Now, near enough ; your leavy screens and Soldiers.

throw down, Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle,

Sball, with my cousin, your right noble son, The cry is still “They come:" Our castle's strength Lead our first battle : worthy Macduff, and we, Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, Till famine and the ague eat them up :

According to our order. Were they not forc'd with those that should be Siw.

Fare you well. ours,

Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, Let us be beaten if we cannot fight. And beat them backward home. What is that Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them noise ?

all breath, (A cry within, of women. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.. Sey. It is a cry of women, my good lor).

[Exeunt. Alarums continued.



walls :

SCENE VII.- The same. Another part of the Siw. Had he bis hurts before ?

Rosse. Ay, on the front.

Siw. Why, then, God's soldier be he.
Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, I would not wish them to a fairer death:

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-

And so his knell is toll'd.


He's worth more sorrow, Macd. Turn, hell-bound, turn.

And that I'll spend for him. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: Siw.

He's worth no more ; But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd They say, he parted well, and paid his score: With blood of tbine already.

And so, God be with him !-Here comes newer Macd. I have no words,

comfort. My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain

Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head. Than terms can give thee out. Macb.

I will not yield,

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold,

where stands To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

The usurper's cursed head : the time is free; Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,

I see thee compassed with thy kingdom's pearl, Yet I will try the last : Before my body

That speak my salutation in their minds; I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff;

Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,
And cursed be he that first cries, " Hold, enough.” Hail, King of Scotland !

[Exeunt, fighting.

King of Scotland, bail !

(Flourish. Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours, Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Rosse, LENOX, ANGUS,

time, CATHNESS, MENTEITH, and soldiers.

Before we reckon with your several loves, Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe and make us even with you. My thanes and arriv'd.

kinsmen, Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

In such an honour nam’d. What's more to do, Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Which would be planted newly with the time, Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's As calling home our exild friends abroad, debt:

That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; He only liv'd but till he was a man;

Producing forth the cruel ministers The which no sooner had his prowess confirm’d, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen, In the unshrinking station where he fought, Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent bands But like a man he died.

Took off her life ;-this, and what needful else Siw, Then he is dead ?

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your cause we will perform in measure, time, and place; of sorrow

So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. It hath no end.

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SCENE.-The same. A Room of State in the King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes ; time be same.

thine, Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,

And thy best graces spend it at thy will! LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, and Lords

Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Attendant.

( Aside. King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's King. How is it that the clouds still hang on

death The memory be green; and that it us befitted

Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i' the sun. To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nightly colour off, To be contracted in one brow of woe;

And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Together with remembrance of ourselves.

Thou know'st, 'tis common; all that lives must die, Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Passing through nature to eternity. The imperial jointress of this warlike state,

Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,


If it be, With one auspicious and one dropping eye; Why seems it so particular with thee? With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is ; I know not In equal scale, weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone Nor customary suits of solemn black, With this affair along:-For all, our thanks. Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, You told us of some suit ? What is’t, Laertes ? Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Laer.

Dread my lord, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, Your leave and favour to return to France; That can denote me truly : These, indeed, seem, From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, For they are actions that a man might play: To show my duty in your coronation ;

But I have that within which passeth show; Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,

These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. My thoughts and wishes bend again towards King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your France,

nature, Hamlet, And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. To give these mourning duties to your father ; King. Have you your father's leave ? What But, you must know, your father lost a father; says Polonius ?

That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my In filial obligation for some term slow leave,

To do obsequious sorrow : But to persevere By laboursome petition; and, at last,

In obstinate condolement, is a course Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent :

Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief : I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven;

A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,

Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that An understanding simple and unschool'd :

name with you. For what, we know, must be, and is as common And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?As any the most vulgar thing to sense,

Marcellus ? Why should we, in our peevish opposition,

Mar. My good lord, Take it to heart? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven, Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,

sir,To reason most absurd. For your intent

But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ? In going back to school in Wittenberg,

Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. It is most retrograde to our desire :

Ham. I would not have your enemy say so; And, we beseech you, bend you to remain Nor shall you do mine car that violence, Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, To make it truster of your own report Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. Against yourself: I know you are no truant. Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, But what is your affair in Elsinore ? Hamlet ;

We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam.,

funeral. King. Why, 'tis a loving and fair reply;

Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow Be as ourself in Denmark.-Madam, come;

student; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Sits smiling to my heart : in grace whereof, Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day, Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral bak'd But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ;

meats And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again, Did coldly furnish forth the marriage table. Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven,

[Exeunt KING, QUEEN, Lords, 8c., Ere I had ever seen that day, Horatio !—

POL., and LAERTES. My father,—Methinks, I see my father. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,


0, where, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!

My lord ? Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. His canon * 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God! O God! Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, Seems to me all the uses of this world !

I shall not look upon his like again. Fye on't! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden,

Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. That grows to seed; things rank and gross in

Ham. Saw! who? nature,

Hor. My lord, the king, your father, Possess it merely.f That it should come to this !


The king, my faiher. •But two months dead !-nay, not so much, not two.

Hor. Season your admiration for a while So excellent a king; that was, to this,

With an attent ear; till I may deliver, Hyperion I to a Satyr: so loving to my mother, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, That he might not beteem & the winds of heaven

This marvel to you. Visit her face too roughly yet, within a month,—


For heaven's love, let me hear. Let me not think on't ;-Frailty, thy name is

Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, woman !

Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
A little month; or ere those shoes were old, In the dead waste and middle of the night,
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,

Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she,

Arm’d at all points, exactly, cap-á-pé, O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Would have mourn’d longer,-married with mine Goes slow and stately by them. This to me uncle,

In dreadful secrecy impart they did ; My father's brother; but no more like my father, And I with them the third night kept the watch, Than I to Hercules : Within a month;

Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Form of the thing, each word made true and good, Had left the flushing of her galled eyes,

The apparition comes : I knew your father ; She married :-0 most wicked speed,

These hands are not more alike. It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;


But where was this? But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we


Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor. Hail

Hor. your lordship!

My lord, I did Ham.

I am glad to see you well; But answer made it none : yet once, methought, Horatio, -or I do forget myself.

It lifted up its head, and did address Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant Itself to motion, like as it would speak : ever.

But, even then, the morning cock crew loud ;

And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, * Canon means law. † Merely means entirely. And vanish'd from our sight. # Hyperion means Apollo. & Beteem means suffer.


'Tis very strange.

Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true, No more. And we did think it writ down in our duty,

Oph. No more but so? To let you know of it.


Think it no more. Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. And keep within the rear of your affection, Hold you the watch to-night?

Out of the shot and danger of desire. All.

We do, my lord.

The chariest* maid is prodigal enough, Ham. Arm'd, say you ?

If she unmask her beauty to the moon : All.

Arm’d, my lord. Virtue itself escapes not calumnious strokes : Ham.

From top to toe? The canker galls the infants of the spring, All. My lord, from head to foot.

Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd; Ham.

Then saw you not, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth His face?

Contagious blastments are most imminent. Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?

As watchmen to my heart : But, good my brother, Hor.

A countenance more Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, In sorrow than in anger.

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Ham. Pale or red ?

Whilst like a puff d and reckless libertine, Hor. Nay, very pale.

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, Ham.

And fix'd his eyes upon you ? And reeks not his own read.t Hor. Most constantly.


O, fear me not. Ham.

I would I had been there. I stay too long ;-But here my father comes. Hor. It would have much amazed you.

Enter POLONIUS. Ham.

Very like, Very like: stay'd it long ?

A double blessing is a double grace ; Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell Occasion smiles upon a second leave. a hundred.

Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for Mar., Ber. Longer, longer.

shame; Hor. Not when I saw it.

The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, Ham.

His beard was grisly? no. And you are staid for. There, my blessing with Hor. It was as I have seen it in his life,

you ; A sable silver'd.

[Laying his hand on LAERTES' head. Ham. I will watch to-night;

And these few precepts in thy memory Perchance 'twill walk again.

See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Hor.

I warrant it will, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,

Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,

But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Let it be treble in your silence still ;

Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware And whatsoever else shall hap to-night;

Of entrance to a quarrel : but, being in, Give it an understanding, but no tongue ;

Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. I will requite your loves. So fare ye well: Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. I'll pisit you.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, All. Our duty to your honour.

But not express'd in fancy; rich, but not gaudy : Ham. Your love, as mine to you: Farewell. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

[Exeunt HoR., MaR., and BER. Neither a borrower, nor a lender be: My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; For loan oft loses both itself and friend; I doubt some foul play: would the night were And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. come!

This above all,—To thine ownself be true; Till then sit still my soul. Foul deeds will rise, And it must follow, as the night the day, Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men's Thou canst not then be false to any man. eyes.

[Exit. Farewell ; my blessing season this in thee !

Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. SCENE.- A Room in Polonius' House.

Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants

tend. Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA.

Laer. Farewell,"Ophelia ; and remember well Laer. My necessaries are embark’d; farewell ; What I have said to you. And, sister, as the winds give benefit,


'Tis in my memory lock'd, And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,

And you yourself shall keep the key of it. But let me hear from you.

Laer. Farewell.

[Exit LAERTES. Oph.

Do you doubt that ? Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favours, Oph. So please you, something touching the Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood ;

lord Hamlet. A violet in the youth of primy nature,

* Chariest means most cautious. Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,

† Reeks not his own read, means reads not his own The perfume and suppliance of a minute;


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