The Tragedy of Macbeth
William Shakespeare
Original text: Bodleian Libraries · Shakespeare First Folio (1623), Bodleian Library Arch. G c.7; diplomatic TEI transcription
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THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH.
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
1. When shall we three meet againe? In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine?
2. When the Hurley‑burley's done, When the Battaile's lost, and wonne.
3. That will be ere the set of Sunne.
1. Where the place?
2. Vpon the Heath.
3. There to meet with Macbeth.
1. I come, Gray‑Malkin.
All. Padock calls anon: faire is foule, and foule is faire, Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
Alarum within. Enter King Malcome, Donal baine, Lenox, with attendants, meeting a bleeding Captaine.
King. What bloody man is that? he can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the Reuolt The…
Mal. This is the Serieant, Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought 'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue…
Cap. Doubtfull it stood, As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together, And choake their Art: The mercilesse…
King. O valiant Cousin, worthy Gentleman.
Cap. As whence the Sunne 'gins his reflection, Shipwracking Stormes, and direfull Thunders: So from that Spring, whence…
King. Dismay'd not this our Captaines, Macbeth and Banquoh?
Cap. Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles; Or the Hare, the Lyon: If I say sooth, I must report they…
King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds, They smack of Honor both: Goe get him…
Mal. The worthy Thane of Rosse.
Lenox. What a haste lookes through his eyes? So should he looke, that seemes to speake things strange.
Rosse. God saue the King.
King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?
Rosse. From Fiffe, great King, Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie, And fanne our people cold. Norway…
King. Great happinesse.
Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norwayes King, Craues composition: Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,…
King. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue Our Bosome interest: Goe pronounce his present death, And…
Rosse. Ile see it done.
King. What he hath lost, Noble Macbeth hath wonne.
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1. Where hast thou beene, Sister?
2. Killing Swine.
3. Sister, where thou?
1. A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in her Lappe, And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht: Giue me, quoth…
2. Ile giue thee a Winde.
1. Th'art kinde.
3. And I another.
1. I my selfe haue all the other, And the very Ports they blow, All the Quarters that…
2. Shew me, shew me.
1. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe, Wrackt, as homeward he did come.
Drum within.
3. A Drumme, a Drumme: Macbeth doth come.
All. The weyward Sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the Sea and Land, Thus doe goe, about, about,…
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene.
Banquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are these, So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,…
Mac. Speake if you can: what are you?
1. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Glamis.
2. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Cawdor.
3. All haile Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter.
Banq. Good Sir, why doe you start, and seeme to feare Things that doe sound so faire? i'th'name…
1. Hayle.
2. Hayle.
3. Hayle.
1. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
2. Not so happy, yet much happyer.
3. Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none: So all haile Macbeth, and Banquo.
1. Banquo, and Macbeth, all haile.
Macb. Stay you imperfect Speakers, tell me more: By Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,…
Witches vanish.
Banq. The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water ha's, And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd?
Macb. Into the Ayre: and what seem'd corporall, Melted, as breath into the Winde. Would they had stay'd.
Banq. Were such things here, as we doe speake about? Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,…
Macb. Your Children shall be Kings.
Banq. You shall be King.
Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
Banq. Toth'selfe‑same tune and words: who's here?
Enter Rosse and □ngus.
Rosse. The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth, The newes of thy successe: and when he reades Thy personall…
Ang. Wee are sent, To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks, Onely to harrold thee into his…
Rosse. And for an earnest of a greater Honor, He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of…
Banq. What, can the Deuill speake true?
Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues: Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes?
Ang. Who was the Thane, liues yet, But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life, Which he deserues to…
Macb. Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behinde. Thankes for your paines. Doe you not hope…
Banq. That trusted home, Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne, Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis…
Macb. Two Truths are told, As happy Prologues to the swelling Act Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke…
Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt.
Macb. If Chance will haue me King, Why Chance may Crowne me, Without my stirre.
Banq. New Honors come vpon him Like our strange Garments, cleaue not to their mould, But with the…
Macb. Come what come may, Time, and the Houre, runs through the roughest Day.
Banq. Worthy Macbeth, wee stay vpon your ley sure.
Macb. Giue me your fauour: My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten. Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are…
Banq. Very gladly.
Macb. Till then enough: Come friends.
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
Flourish. Enter King, Lenox, Malcolme, Donalbaine, and Attendants.
King. Is execution done on Cawdor? Or not those in Commission yet return'd?
Mal. My Liege, they are not yet come back. But I haue spoke with one that saw him…
King. There's no Art, To finde the Mindes construction in the Face: He was a Gentleman, on whom…
Macb. The seruice, and the loyaltie I owe, In doing it, payes it selfe. Your Highnesse part, is…
King. Welcome hither: I haue begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing.…
Banq. There if I grow, The Haruest is your owne.
King. My plenteous Ioyes, Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselues In drops of sorrow. Sonnes, Kinsmen, Thanes,…
Macb. The Rest is Labor, which is not vs'd for you: Ile be my selfe the Herbenger, and…
King. My worthy Cawdor.
Macb. The Prince of Cumberland: that is a step, On which I must fall downe, or else o're‑leape,…
Exit.
King. True worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant, And in his commendations, I am fed: It is…
Flourish. Exeunt.
Scena Quinta.
Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter.
Lady. They met me in the day of successe: and I haue learn'd by the perfect'st report, they…
Mess. The King comes here to Night.
Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it. Is not thy Master with him? who, wer't so, Would haue inform'd…
Mess. So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming: One of my fellowes had the speed…
Lady. Giue him tending, He brings great newes. Exit Messenger. The Rauen himselfe is hoarse, That croakes the…
Macb. My dearest Loue, Duncan comes here to Night.
Lady. And when goes hence?
Macb. To morrow, as he purposes.
Lady. O neuer, Shall Sunne that Morrow see. Your Face, my Thane, is as a Booke, where men…
Macb. We will speake further.
Lady. Onely looke vp cleare: To alter fauor, euer is to feare: Leaue all the rest to me.
Exeunt.
Scena Sexta.
Hoboyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme, Donalbaine, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
King. This Castle hath a pleasant seat, The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe Vnto our gentle…
Banq. This Guest of Summer, The Temple‑haunting Barlet does approue, By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath…
Enter Lady.
King. See, see our honor'd Hostesse: The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble, Which still we…
Lady. All our seruice, In euery point twice done, and then done double, Were poore, and single Businesse,…
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We courst him at the heeles, and had a purpose To be…
La. Your Seruants euer, Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt, To make their Audit at…
King. Giue me your hand: Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly, And shall continue, our…
Exeunt
Scena Septima.
Ho‑boyes. Torches.
Enter a Sewer, and diuers Seruants with Dishes and Seruice ouer the Stage. Then enter Macbeth.
Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twer well, It were done quickly: If th'Assassination Could…
La. He has almost supt: why haue you left the chamber?
Mac. Hath he ask'd for me?
La. Know you not, he ha's?
Mac. We will proceed no further in this Businesse: He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue…
La. Was the hope drunke, Wherein you drest your selfe? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now…
Macb. Prythee peace: I dare do all that may become a man, Who dares do more, is none.
La. What Beast was't then That made you breake this enterprize to me? When you durst do it,…
Macb. If we should faile?
Lady. We faile? But screw your courage to the sticking place, And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is…
Macb. Bring forth Men‑Children onely: For thy vndaunted Mettle should compose Nothing but Males. Will it not be…
Lady. Who dares receiue it other, As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore, Vpon his Death?
Macb. I am settled, and bend vp Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat. Away, and mock the…
Exeunt.
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
Enter Banquo, and Fleance, with a Torch before him.
Banq. How goes the Night, Boy?
Fleance. The Moone is downe: I haue not heard the Clock
Banq. And she goes downe at Twelue.
Fleance. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.
Banq. Hold, take my Sword: There's Husbandry in Heauen, Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.…
Macb. A Friend.
Banq. What Sir, not yet at rest? the King's a bed. He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure, And…
Mac. Being vnprepar'd, Our will became the seruant to defect, Which else should free haue wrought.
Banq. All's well. I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters: To you they haue shew'd some…
Macb. I thinke not of them: Yet when we can entreat an houre to serue, We would spend…
Banq. At your kind'st leysure.
Macb. If you shall cleaue to my consent, When 'tis, it shall make Honor for you.
Banq. So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keepe My Bosome franchis'd, and Allegeance…
Macb. Good repose the while.
Banq. Thankes Sir: the like to you.
Exit Banquo.
Macb. Goe bid thy Mistresse, when my drinke is ready, She strike vpon the Bell. Get thee to…
Exit.
Scena Secunda.
Enter Lady.
La. That which hath made thē drunk, hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath giuen me…
Enter Macbeth.
Macb. Who's there? what hoa?
Lady. Alack, I am afraid they haue awak'd, And 'tis not done: th'attempt, and not the deed, Confounds…
Macb. I haue done the deed: Didst thou not heare a noyse?
Lady. I heard the Owle schreame, and the Crickets cry. Did not you speake?
Macb. When?
Lady. Now.
Macb. As I descended?
Lady. I.
Macb. Hearke, who lyes i'th'second Chamber?
Lady. Donalbaine.
Mac. This is a sorry sight.
Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
Macb. There's one did laugh in's sleepe, And one cry'd Murther, that they did wake each other: I…
Lady. There are two lodg'd together.
Macb. One cry'd God blesse vs, and Amen the other, As they had seene me with these Hangmans…
Lady. Consider it not so deepely.
Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen? I had most need of Blessing, and Amen stuck in…
Lady. These deeds must not be thought After these wayes: so, it will make vs mad.
Macb. Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more: Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,…
Lady. What doe you meane?
Macb. Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the House: Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and therefore Cawdor…
Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? why worthy Thane, You doe vnbend your Noble strength, to thinke…
Macb. Ile goe no more: I am afraid, to thinke what I haue done: Looke on't againe, I…
Lady. Infirme of purpose: Giue me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead, Are but as Pictures: 'tis…
Exit.
Knocke within.
Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when euery noyse appalls me? What Hands are here?…
Enter Lady.
Lady. My Hands are of your colour: but I shame To weare a Heart so white. Knocke. I…
Macb. To know my deed, Knocke. 'Twere best not know my selfe. Wake Duncan with thy knocking: I…
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
Enter a Porter.
Knocking within.
Porter. Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning…
Enter Macduff, and Lenox.
Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed, That you doe lye so late?
Port. Faith Sir, we were carowsing till the second Cock: And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of…
Macd. What three things does Drinke especially prouoke?
Port. Marry, Sir, Nose‑painting, Sleepe, and Vrine. Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes: it prouokes the desire, but…
Macd. I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night.
Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I requited him for his Lye, and…
Enter Macbeth.
Macd. Is thy Master stirring? Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes.
Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir.
Macb. Good morrow both.
Macd. Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
Macb. Not yet.
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him, I haue almost slipt the houre.
Ma□b. Ile bring you to him.
Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you: But yet 'tis one.
Macb. The labour we delight in, Physicks paine: This is the Doore.
Macd. Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted seruice.
Exit Macduffe.
Lenox. Goes the King hence to day?
Macb. He does: he did appoint so.
Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly: Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe, And (as they say)…
Macb. 'Twas a rough Night.
Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell A fellow to it.
Enter Macduff.
Macd. O horror, horror, horror, Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.
Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master‑peece: Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope The Lords anoynted Temple, and…
Macb. What is't you say, the Life?
Lenox. Meane you his Maiestie?
Macd. Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake: See,…
Bell rings. Enter Lady.
Lady. What's the Businesse? That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the House? speake,…
Macd. O gentle Lady, 'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake: The repetition in a…
Lady. Woe, alas: What, in our House?
Ban. Too cruell, any where. Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy selfe, And say, it is not so.
Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse.
Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance, I had liu'd a blessed time: for from…
Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine.
Donal. What is amisse?
Macb. You are, and doe not know't: The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood Is stopt,…
Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd.
Mal. Oh, by whom?
Lenox. Those of his Chamber, as it seem'd, had don't: Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with…
Macb. O, yet I doe repent me of my furie, That I did kill them.
Macd. Wherefore did you so?
Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, & furious, Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment? No man: Th'expedition…
Lady. Helpe me hence, hoa.
Macd. Looke to the Lady.
Mal. Why doe we hold our tongues, That most may clayme this argument for ours?
Donal. What should be spoken here, Where our Fate hid in an augure hole, May rush, and seize…
Mal. Nor our strong Sorrow Vpon the foot of Motion.
Banq. Looke to the Lady: And when we haue our naked Frailties hid, That suffer in exposure; let…
Macd. And so doe I.
All. So all.
Macb. Let's briefely put on manly readinesse, And meet i'th'Hall together.
All. Well contented.
Exeunt.
Malc. What will you doe? Let's not consort with them: To shew an vnfelt Sorrow, is an Office…
Don. To Ireland, I: Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer: Where we are, there's Daggers…
Malc. This murtherous Shaft that's shot, Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way, Is to auoid the…
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
Enter Rosse, with an Old man.
Old man. Threescore and ten I can remember well, Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene…
Rosse. Ha, good Father, Thou seest the Heauens, as troubled with mans Act, Threatens his bloody Stage: byth'Clock…
Old man. 'Tis vnnaturall, Euen like the deed that's done: On Tuesday last, A Faulcon towring in her…
Rosse. And Duncans Horses, (A thing most strange, and certaine) Beauteous, and swift, the Minions of their Race,…
Old man. 'Tis said, they eate each other.
Rosse. They did so: To th'amazement of mine eyes that look'd vpon't. Enter Macduffe. Heere comes the good…
Macd. Why see you not?
Ross. Is't known who did this more then bloody deed?
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slaine.
Ross. Alas the day, What good could they pretend?
Macd. They were subborned, Malcolme, and Donalbaine the Kings two Sonnes Are stolne away and fled, which puts…
Rosse. 'Gainst Nature still, Thriftlesse Ambition, that will rauen vp Thine owne liues meanes: Then 'tis most like,…
Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone To be inuested.
Rosse. Where is Duncans body?
Macd. Carried to Colmekill, The Sacred Store‑house of his Predecessors, And Guardian of their Bones.
Rosse. Will you to Scone?
Macd. No Cosin, Ile to Fife.
Rosse. Well, I will thither.
Macd. Well may you see things wel done there: Adieu Least our old Robes sit easier then our…
Rosse. Farewell, Father.
Old M. Gods benyson go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and Friends…
Exeunt omnes
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
Enter Banquo.
Banq. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feare Thou…
Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox, Rosse, Lords, and Attendants.
Macb. Heere's our chiefe Guest.
La. If he had beene forgotten, It had bene as a gap in our great Feast, And all‑thing…
Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir, And Ile request your presence.
Banq. Let your Highnesse Command vpon me, to the which my duties Are with a most indissoluble tye…
Macb. Ride you this afternoone?
Ban. I, my good Lord.
Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice (Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous) In…
Ban. As farre, my Lord, as will fill vp the time 'Twixt this, and Supper. Goe not my…
Macb. Faile not our Feast.
Ban. My Lord, I will not.
Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd In England, and in Ireland, not confessing Their cruell Parricide,…
Ban. I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's.
Macb. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot: And so I doe commend you to their…
Seruant. They are, my Lord, without the Pallace Gate.
Macb. Bring them before vs. Exit Seruant. To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus: Our…
Murth. It was, so please your Highnesse.
Macb. Well then, Now haue you consider'd of my speeches: Know, that it was he, in the times…
1. Murth. You made it knowne to vs.
Macb. I did so: And went further, which is now Our point of second meeting. Doe you finde…
1. Murth. We are men, my Liege.
Macb. I, in the Catalogue ye goe for men, As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres, Showghes, Water‑Rugs,…
2. Murth. I am one, my Liege, Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World Hath so…
1. Murth. And I another, So wearie with Disasters, tugg'd with Fortune, That I would set my Life…
Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie.
Murth. True, my Lord.
Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance, That euery minute of his being, thrusts Against…
2. Murth We shall, my Lord, Performe what you command vs.
1. Murth. Though our Liues‑‑
Macb. Your Spirits shine through you. Within this houre, at most, I will aduise you where to plant…
Murth. We are resolu'd, my Lord.
Macb. Ile call vpon you straight: abide within, It is concluded: Banquo, thy Soules flight, If it finde…
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
Enter Macbeths Lady, and a Seruant.
Lady. Is Banquo gone from Court?
Seruant. I, Madame, but returnes againe to Night.
Lady. Say to the King, I would attend his leysure, For a few words.
Seruant. Madame, I will.
Exit.
Lady. Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis safer, to be that which…
Macb. We haue scorch'd the Snake, not kill'd it: Shee'le close, and be her selfe, whilest our poore…
Lady. Come on: Gentle my Lord, sleeke o're your rugged Lookes, Be bright and Iouiall among your Guests…
Macb. So shall I Loue, and so I pray be you: Let your remembrance apply to Banquo, Present…
Lady. You must leaue this.
Macb. O, full of Scorpions is my Minde, deare Wife: Thou know'st, that Banquo and his Fleans liues.
Lady. But in them, Natures Coppie's not eterne.
Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assaileable, Then be thou iocund: ere the Bat hath flowne His Cloyster'd…
Lady. What's to be done?
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Chuck, Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night, Skarfe vp…
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
Enter three Murtherers.
1. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs?
3. Macbeth.
2. He needes not our mistrust, since he deliuers Our Offices, and what we haue to doe, To…
1. Then stand with vs: The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day. Now spurres the lated…
3. Hearke, I heare Horses.
Banquo within. Giue vs a Light there, hoa.
2. Then 'tis hee: The rest, that are within the note of expectation, Alreadie are i'th'Court.
1. His Horses goe about.
3. Almost a mile: but he does vsually, So all men doe, from hence toth'Pallace Gate Make it…
Enter Banquo and Fleans, with a Torch.
2. A Light, a Light.
3. 'Tis hee.
1. Stand too't.
Ban. It will be Rayne to Night.
1. Let it come downe.
Ban. O, Trecherie! Flye good Fleans, flye, flye, flye, Thou may'st reuenge. O Slaue!
3. Who did strike out the Light?
1. Was't not the way?
3. There's but one downe: the Sonne is fled.
2. We haue lost Best halfe of our Affaire.
1. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
Exeunt.
Scæna Quarta.
Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants.
Macb. You know your owne degrees, sit downe: At first and last, the hearty welcome.
Lords. Thankes to your Maiesty.
Macb. Our selfe will mingle with Society, And play the humble Host: Our Hostesse keepes her State, but…
La. Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends, For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
Enter first Murtherer.
Macb. See they encounter thee with their harts thanks Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th'mid'st, Be…
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
Macb. 'Tis better thee without, then he within. Is he dispatch'd?
Mur. My Lord his throat is cut, that I did for him.
Mac. Thou art the best o'th'Cut‑throats, Yet hee's good that did the like for Fleans: If thou did'st…
Mur. Most Royall Sir Fleans is scap'd.
Macb. Then comes my Fit againe: I had else beene perfect; Whole as the Marble, founded as the…
Mur. I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head;…
Macb. Thankes for that: There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fled Hath Nature that in time…
Exit Murderer.
Lady. My Royall Lord, You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is sold That is not often…
Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeths place.
Macb. Sweet Remembrancer: Now good digestion waite on Appetite, And health on both.
Lenox. May't please your Highnesse sit.
Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present: Who,…
Rosse. His absence (Sir) Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your Highnesse To grace vs with your Royall…
Macb. The Table's full.
Lenox. Heere is a place reseru'd Sir.
Macb. Where?
Lenox. Heere my good Lord. What is't that moues your Highnesse?
Macb. Which of you haue done this?
Lords. What, my good Lord?
Macb. Thou canst not say I did it: neuer shake Thy goary lockes at me.
Rosse. Gentlemen rise, his Highnesse is not well.
Lady. Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is often thus, And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe…
Macb. I, and a bold one, that dare looke on that Which might appall the Diuell.
La. O proper stuffe: This is the very painting of your feare: This is the Ayre‑drawne‑Dagger which you…
Macb. Prythee see there: Behold, looke, loe, how say you: Why what care I, if thou canst nod,…
La. What? quite vnmann'd in folly.
Macb. If I stand heere, I saw him.
La. Fie for shame.
Macb. Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th'olden time Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale: I, and…
La. My worthy Lord Your Noble Friends do lacke you.
Macb. I do forget: Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends, I haue a strange infirmity,…
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Mac. [missing 1 words] let the earth hide thee: Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold: Thou…
La. Thinke of this good Peeres But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other, [missing 2 words]spoyles…
Macb. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare, The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th'Hircan…
La. You haue displac'd the mirth, Broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder.
Macb. Can such things be, And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd, Without our speciall wonder? You make…
Rosse. What sights, my Lord?
La. I pray you speake not: he growes worse & worse Question enrages him: at once, goodnight. Stand…
Len. Good night, and better health Attend his Maiesty.
La. A kinde goodnight to all.
Exit Lords.
Macb. It will haue blood they say: Blood will haue Blood: Stones haue beene knowne to moue, &…
La. Almost at oddes with morning, which is which.
Macb. How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding.
La. Did you send to him Sir?
Macb. I heare it by the way: But I will send: There's not a one of them but…
La. You lacke the season of all Natures, sleepe.
Macb. Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self‑abuse Is the initiate feare, that wants hard vse: We…
Exeunt.
Scena Quinta.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecat.
1. Why how now Hecat, you looke angerly?
Hec. Haue I not reason (Beldams) as you are? Sawcy, and ouer‑bold, how did you dare To Trade,…
Sing within. Come away, come away, &c.
1 Come, let's make hast, shee'l soone be Backe againe.
Exeunt.
Scæna Sexta.
Enter Lenox, and another Lord.
Lenox. My former Speeches, Haue but hit your Thoughts Which can interpret farther: Onely I say Things haue…
Lord. The Sonnes of Duncane (From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth) Liues in the English…
Len. Sent he to Macduffe?
Lord. He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe, And…
Lenox. And that well might Aduise him to a Caution, t hold what distance His wisedome can prouide.…
Lord. Ile send my Prayers with him.
Exeunt
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd.
2 Thrice, and once the Hedge‑Pigge whin'd.
3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.
1 Round about the Caldron go: In the poysond Entrailes throw Toad, that vnder cold stone, Dayes and…
All. Double, double, toile and trouble; Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake, In the Cauldron boyle and bake: Eye of Newt, and Toe of…
All. Double, double, toyle and trouble, Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
3 Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe, Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke:…
All. Double, double, toyle and trouble, Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
2 Coole it with a Baboones blood, Then the Charme is firme and good.
Enter Hecat, and the other three Witches.
Hec. O well done: I commend your paines, And euery one shall share i'th'gaines: And now about the…
Musicke and a Song. Blacke Spirits, &c.
2 By the pricking of my Thumbes, Something wicked this way comes: Open Lockes, who euer knockes.
Enter Macbeth.
Macb. How now you secret, black, & midnight Hags? What is't you do?
All. A deed without a name.
Macb. I coniure you, by that which you Professe, (How ere you come to know it) answer me:…
1 Speake.
2 Demand.
3 Wee'l answer.
1 Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes, Or from our Masters.
Macb. Call 'em: let me see 'em.
1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten From the Murderers Gibbet,…
All. Come high or low: Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show.
Thunder.
1. Apparation, an Armed Head.
Macb. Tell me, thou vnknowne power.
1 He knowes thy thought: Heare his speech, but say thou nought.
1 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth: Beware Macduffe, Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.
He Descends.
Macb. What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one…
1 He will not be commanded: heere's another More potent then the first.
Thunder.
2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe.
2 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.
Macb. Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee.
2 Appar. Be bloody, bold, & resolute: Laugh to scorne The powre of man: For none of woman…
Descends.
Mac. Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee? But yet Ile make assurance: double sure, And…
All. Listen, but speake not too't.
3 Appar. Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care: Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:…
Descend.
Macb. That will neuer bee: Who can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree Vnfixe his earth‑bound Root? Sweet…
All. Seeke to know no more.
Macb. I will be satisfied. Deny me this, And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.…
Hoboyes
1 Shew.
2 Shew.
3 Shew.
All. Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart, Come like shadowes, so depart. A shew of eight Kings,…
Macb. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down: Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye‑bals. And thy…
1 I Sir, all this is so. But why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? Come Sisters, cheere we vp…
Musicke.
The Witches Dance, and vanish.
Macb. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernitious houre, Stand aye accursed in the Kalender. Come in, without…
Enter Lenox.
Lenox. What's your Graces will.
Macb. Saw you the Weyard Sisters?
Lenox. No my Lord.
Macb. Came they not by you?
Lenox. No indeed my Lord.
Macb. Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride, And damn'd all those that trust them. I did heare…
Len. 'Tis two or three my Lord, that bring you word: Macduff is fled to England.
Macb. Fled to England?
Len. I, my good Lord.
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits: The flighty purpose neuer is o're‑tooke Vnlesse the deed go with…
Exeunt
Scena Secunda.
Enter Macduffes Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
Wife. What had he done, to make him fly the Land?
Rosse. You must haue patience Madam.
Wife. He had none: His flight was madnesse: when our Actions do not, Our feares do make vs…
Rosse. You know not Whether it was his wisedome, or his feare.
Wife. Wisedom? to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes, His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place…
Rosse. My deerest Cooz, I pray you schoole your selfe. But for your Husband, He is Noble, Wise,…
Wife. Father'd he is, And yet hee's Father‑lesse.
Rosse. I am so much a Foole, should I stay longer It would be my disgrace, and your…
Exit Rosse.
Wife. Sirra, your Fathers dead, And what will you do now? How will you liue?
Son. As Birds do Mother.
Wife. What with Wormes, and Flyes?
Son. With what I get I meane, and so do they.
Wife. Poore Bird, Thou'dst neuer Feare the Net, nor Lime, The Pitfall, nor the Gin.
Son. Why should I Mother? Poore Birds they are not set for: My Father is not dead for…
Wife. Yes, he is dead: How wilt thou do for a Father?
Son. Nay how will you do for a Husband?
Wife. Why I can buy me twenty at any Market.
Son. Then you'l by 'em to sell againe.
Wife. Thou speak'st withall thy wit, And yet I'faith with wit enough for thee.
Son. Was my Father a Traitor, Mother?
Wife. I, that he was.
Son. What is a Traitor?
Wife. Why one that sweares, and lyes.
Son. And be all Traitors, that do so.
Wife. Euery one that do's so, is a Traitor, And must be hang'd.
Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear and lye?
Wife. Euery one.
Son. Who must hang them?
Wife. Why, the honest men.
Son. Then the Liars and Swearers are Fools: for there are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the…
Wife. Now God helpe thee, poore Monkie: But how wilt thou do for a Father?
Son. If he were dead, youl'd weepe for him: if you would not, it were a good signe,…
Wife. Poore pratler, how thou talk'st?
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Blesse you faire Dame: I am not to you known, Though in your state of Honor I…
Exit Messenger
Wife. Whether should I flye? I haue done no harme. But I remember now I am in this…
Enter Murtherers.
Mur. Where is your Husband?
Wife. I hope in no place so vnsanctified, Where such as thou may'st finde him.
Mur. He's a Traitor.
Son. Thou ly'st thou shagge‑ear'd Villaine.
Mur. What you Egge? Yong fry of Treachery?
Son. He ha's kill'd me Mother, Run away I pray you.
Exit crying Murther.
Sc[missing 1 units]na Tertia.
Enter Malcolme and Macduffe.
Mal. Let vs seeke out some desolate shade, & there Weepe our sad bosomes empty.
Macd. Let vs rather Hold fast the mortall Sword: and like good men, Bestride our downfall Birthdome: each…
Mal. What I beleeue, Ile waile; What know, beleeue; and what I can redresse, As I shall finde…
Macd. I am not treacherous.
Malc. But Macbeth is. A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle In an Imperiall charge. But I shall…
Macd. I haue lost my Hopes.
Malc. Perchance euen there Where I did finde my doubts. Why in that rawnesse left you Wife, and…
Macd. Bleed, bleed poore Country, Great Tyrrany, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodnesse dare not check thee:…
Mal. Be not offended: I speake not as in absolute feare of you: I thinke our Country sinkes…
Macd. What should he be?
Mal. It is my selfe I meane: in whom I know All the particulars of Vice so grafted,…
Macd. Not in the Legions Of horrid Hell, can come a Diuell more damn'd In euils, to top…
Mal. I grant him Bloody, Luxurious, Auaricious, False, Deceitfull, Sodaine, Malicious, smacking of euery sinne That ha's a…
Macd. Boundlesse intemperance In Nature is a Tyranny: It hath beene Th'vntimely emptying of the happy Throne, And…
Mal. With this, there growes In my most ill‑compos'd Affection, such A stanchlesse Auarice, that were I King,…
Macd. This Auarice stickes deeper: growes with more pernicious roote Then Summer‑seeming Lust: and it hath bin The…
Mal. But I haue none. The King‑becoming Graces, As Iustice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stablenesse, Bounty, Perseuerance, Mercy, Lowlinesse, Deuotion,…
Macd. O Scotland, Scotland.
Mal. If such a one be fit to gouerne, speake: I am as I haue spoken.
Mac. Fit to gouern? No not to liue. O Natiō miserable! With an vntitled Tyrant, bloody Sceptred, When…
Mal. Macduff, this Noble passion Childe of integrity, hath from my soule Wip'd the blacke Scruples, reconcil'd my…
Macd. Such welcome, and vnwelcom things [missing 1 words] once 'Tis hard to reconcile.
Enter a Doctor.
Mal. Well, more anon. Comes the King forth I pray you?
Doct. I Sir: there are a crew of wretched Soules That stay his Cure: their malady conuinces The…
Exit.
Mal. I thanke you Doctor.
Macd. What's the Disease he meanes?
Mal. Tis call'd the Euill. A most myraculous worke in this good King, Which often since my heere…
Enter Rosse.
Macd. See who comes heere.
Malc. My Countryman: but yet I know him not.
Macd. My euer gentle Cozen, welcome hither.
Malc. I know him now. Good God betimes remoue The meanes that makes vs Strangers.
Rosse. Sir, Amen.
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?
Rosse. Alas poore Countrey, Almost affraid to know it selfe. It cannot Be call'd our Mother, but our…
Macd. Oh Relation; too nice, and yet too true.
Malc. What's the newest griefe?
Rosse. That of an houres age, doth hisse the speaker, Each minute teemes a new one.
Macd. How do's my Wife?
Rosse. Why well.
Macd. And all my Children?
Rosse. Well too.
Macd. The Tyrant ha's not batter'd at their peace?
Rosse. No, they were wel at peace, when I did leaue 'em
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech: How gos't?
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Tydings Which I haue heauily borne, there ran a Rumour…
Malc. Bee't their comfort We are comming thither: Gracious England hath Lent vs good Seyward, and ten thousand…
Rosse. Would I could answer This comfort with the like. But I haue words That would be howl'd…
Macd. What concerne they, The generall cause, or is it a Fee‑griefe Due to some single brest?
Rosse. No minde that's honest But in it shares some woe, though the maine part Pertaines to you…
Macd. If it be mine Keepe it not from me, quickly let me haue it.
Rosse. Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer, Which shall possesse them with the heauiest sound…
Macd. Humh: I guesse at it.
Rosse. Your Castle is surpriz'd: your Wife, and Babes Sauagely slaughter'd: To relate the manner Were on the…
Malc. Mercifull Heauen: What man, ne're pull your hat vpon your browes: Giue sorrow words; the griefe that…
Macd. My Children too?
Ro. Wife, Children, Seruants, all that could be found.
Macd. And I must be from thence? My wife kil'd too?
Rosse. I haue said.
Malc. Be comforted. Let's make vs Med'cines of our great Reuenge, To cure this deadly greefe.
Macd. He ha's no Children. All my pretty ones? Did you say All? Oh Hell‑Kite! All? What, All…
Malc. Dispute it like a man.
Macd. I shall do so: But I must also feele it as a man; I cannot but remember…
Mal. Be this the Whetstone of your sword, let griefe Conuert to anger: blunt not the heart, enrage…
Macd. O I could play the woman with mine eyes, And Braggart with my tongue. But gentle Heauens,…
Mal. This time goes manly: Come go we to the King, our Power is ready, Our lacke is…
Exeunt
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
Enter a Doctor of Physicke, and a Wayting Gentlewoman.
Doct. I haue too Nights watch'd with you, but can perceiue no truth in your report. When was…
Gent. Since his Maiesty went into the Field, I haue seene her rise from her bed, throw her…
Doct. A great perturbation in Nature, to receyue at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects…
Gent. That Sir, which I will not report after her.
Doct. You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should.
Gent. Neither to you, nor any one, hauing no witnesse to confirme my speech. Enter Lady, with a…
Doct. How came she by that light?
Gent. Why it stood by her: she ha's light by her con tinually, 'tis her command.
Doct. You see her eyes are open.
Gent. I but their sense are shut.
Doct. What is it she do's now? Looke how she rubbes her hands.
Gent. It is an accustom'd action with her, to seeme thus washing her hands: I haue knowne her…
Lad. Yet heere's a spot.
Doct. Heark, she speaks, I will set downe what comes from her, to satisfie my remembrance the more…
La. Out damned spot: out I say. One: Two: Why then 'tis time to doo't: Hell is murky.…
Doct. Do you marke that?
Lad. The Thane of Fife, had a wife: where is she now? What will these hands ne're be…
Doct. Go too, go too: You haue knowne what you should not.
Gent. She ha's spoke what shee should not, I am sure of that: Heauen knowes what she ha's…
La. Heere's the smell of the blood still: all the per fumes of Arabia will not sweeten this…
Doct. What a sigh is there? The hart is sorely charg'd.
Gent. I would not haue such a heart in my bosome, for the dignity of the whole body.
Doct. Well, well, well.
Gent. Pray God it be sir.
Doct. This disease is beyond my practise: yet I haue knowne those which haue walkt in their sleep,…
Lad. Wash your hands, put on your Night‑Gowne, looke not so pale: I tell you yet againe Banquo's…
Doct. Euen so?
Lady. To bed, to bed: there's knocking at the gate: Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand:…
Exit Lady.
Doct. Will she go now to bed?
Gent. Directly.
Doct. Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes To their deafe pillowes will…
Gent. Good night good Doctor.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
Drum and Colours. Enter Menteth, Cathnes, Angus, Lenox, Soldiers.
Ment. The English powre is neere, led on by Malcolm, His Vnkle Seyward, and the good Macduff. Reuenges…
Ang. Neere Byrnan wood Shall we well meet them, that way are they comming.
Cath. Who knowes if Donalbane be with his brother?
Len. For certaine Sir, he is not: I haue a File Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards…
Ment. What do's the Tyrant.
Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly Fortifies: Some say hee's mad: Others, that lesser hate him, Do call it…
Ang. Now do's he feele His secret Murthers sticking on his hands, Now minutely Reuolts vpbraid his Faith‑breach:…
Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd Senses to recoyle, and start, When all that is within him,…
Cath. Well, march we on, To giue Obedience, where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the Med'cine of the…
Lenox. Or so much as it needes, To dew the Soueraigne Flower, and drowne the Weeds: Make we…
Exeunt marching.
Sc[missing 1 units]na Tertia.
Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.
Macb. Bring me no more Reports, let them flye all: Till Byrnane wood remoue to Dunsinane, I cannot…
Ser. There is ten thousand.
Macb. Geese Villaine?
Ser. Souldiers Sir.
Macb. Go pricke thy face, and ouer‑red thy feare Thou Lilly‑liuer'd Boy. What Soldiers, Patch? Death of thy…
Ser. The English Force, so please you.
Macb. Take thy face hence. Seyton, I am sick at hart, When I behold: Seyton, I say, this…
Enter Seyton.
Sey. What's your gracious pleasure?
Macb. What Newes more?
Sey. All is confirm'd my Lord, which was reported.
Macb. Ile fight, till from my bones, my flesh be hackt. Giue me my Armor.
Seyt. 'Tis not needed yet.
Macb. Ile put it on: Send out moe Horses, skirre the Country round, Hang those that talke of…
Doct. Not so sicke my Lord, As she is troubled with thicke‑comming Fancies That keepe her from her…
Macb. Cure of that: Can'st thou not Minister to a minde diseas'd, Plucke from the Memory a rooted…
Doct. Therein the Patient Must minister to himselfe.
Macb. Throw Physicke to the Dogs, Ile none of it. Come, put mine Armour on: giue me my…
Doct. I my good Lord: your Royall Preparation Makes vs heare something.
Macb. Bring it after me: I will not be affraid of Death and Bane, Till Birnane Forrest come…
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away, and cleere, Profit againe should hardly draw me heere.
Exeunt
Scena Quarta.
Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe, Seywards Sonne, Menteth, Cathnes, Angus, and Soldiers Marching.
Malc. Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand That Chambers will be safe.
Ment. We doubt it nothing.
Syew. What wood is this before vs?
Ment. The wood of Birnane.
Malc. Let euery Souldier hew him downe a Bough, And bear't before him, thereby shall we shadow The…
Sold. It shall be done.
Syw. We learne no other, but the confident Tyrant Keepes still in Dunsinane, and will indure Our setting…
Malc. 'Tis his maine hope: For where there is aduantage to be giuen, Both more and lesse haue…
Macd. Let our iust Censures Attend the true euent, and put we on Industrious Souldiership.
Sey. The time approaches, That will with due decision make vs know What we shall say we haue,…
Exeunt marching.
Scena Quinta.
Enter Macbeth, Seyton, & Souldiers, with Drum and Colours.
Macb. Hang out our Banners on the outward walls, The Cry is still, they come: our Castles strength…
A Cry within of Women.
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good Lord.
Macb. I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares: The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd…
Sey. The Queene (my Lord) is dead.
Macb. She should haue dy'de heereafter; There would haue beene a time for such a word: To morrow,…
Mes. Gracious my Lord, I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to…
Macb. Well, say sir.
Mes. As I did stand my watch vpon the Hill I look'd toward Byrnane, and anon me thought…
Macb. Lyar, and Slaue.
Mes. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three Mile may you see it…
Macb. If thou speak'st fhlse, Vpon the next Tree shall thou hang aliue Till Famine cling thee: If…
Exeunt
Scena Sexta.
Drumme and Colours.
Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe, and their Army, with Boughes.
Mal. Now neere enough: Your leauy Skreenes throw downe, And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle)…
Sey. Fare you well: Do we but finde the Tyrants power to night, Let vs be beaten, if…
Macd. Make all our Trumpets speak, giue thē all breath Those clamorous Harbingers of Blood, & Death.
Exeunt
Alarums continued.
Scena Septima.
Enter Macbeth.
Macb. They haue tied me to a stake, I cannot flye, But Beare‑like I must fight the course.…
Enter young Seyward.
Y. Sey. What is thy name?
Macb. Thou'lt be affraid to heare it.
Y. Sey. No: though thou call'st thy selfe a hoter name Then any is in hell.
Macb. My name's Macbeth.
Y. Sey. The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title More hatefull to mine eare.
Macb. No: nor more fearefull.
Y. Sey. Thou lyest abhorred Tyrant, with my Sword Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
Fight, and young Seyward slaine.
Macb. Thou was't borne of woman; But Swords I smile at, Weapons laugh to scorne, Brandish'd by man…
Exit.
Alarums. Enter Macduffe.
Macd. That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face, If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake…
Exit.
Alarums.
Enter Malcolme and Seyward.
Sey. This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred: The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight, The…
Malc. We haue met with Foes That strike beside vs.
Sey. Enter Sir, the Castle.
Exeunt.
Alarum
Enter Macbeth.
Macb. Why should I play the Roman Foole, and dye On mine owne sword? whiles I see liues,…
Enter Macduffe.
Macd. Turne Hell‑hound, turne.
Macb. Of all men else I haue auoyded thee: But get thee backe, my soule is too much…
Macd. I haue no words, My voice is in my Sword, thou bloodier Villaine Then tearmes can giue…
Fight: Alarum
Macb. Thou loosest labour, As easie may'st thou the intrenchant Ayre With thy keene Sword impresse, as make…
Macd. Dispaire thy Charme, And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd Tell thee, Macduffe was from…
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tels mee so; For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:…
Macd. Then yeeld thee Coward, And liue to be the shew, and gaze o'th'time. Wee'l haue thee, as…
Macb. I will not yeeld To kisse the ground before young Malcolmes feet, And to be baited with…
Exeunt fighting. Alarums.
Enter Fighting, and Macbeth slaine.
Retreat, and Flourish. Enter with Drumme and Colours, Malcolm, Seyward, Rosse, Thanes, & Soldiers.
Mal. I would the Friends we misse, were safe arriu'd.
Sey. Some must go off: and yet by these I see, So great a day as this is…
Mal. Macduffe is missing, and your Noble Sonne.
Rosse. Your son my Lord, ha's paid a souldiers debt, He onely liu'd but till he was a…
Sey. Then he is dead?
Rosse. I, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth,…
Sey. Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. I, on the Front.
Sey. Why then, Gods Soldier be he: Had I as many Sonnes, as I haue haires, I would…
Mal. Hee's worth more sorrow, And that Ile spend for him.
Sey. He's worth no more, They say he parted well, and paid his score, And so God be…
Enter Macduffe, with Macbeths head.
Macd. Haile King, for so thou art. Behold where stands Th'Vsurpers cursed head: the time is free: I…
All. Haile King of Scotland.
Flourish.
Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time, Before we reckon with your seuerall loues, And…
Flourish.
Exeunt omnes.