diff --git a/.rspec b/.rspec new file mode 100644 index 0000000..094498c --- /dev/null +++ b/.rspec @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +--color +--drb +--format documentation diff --git a/Gemfile b/Gemfile new file mode 100644 index 0000000..94e9911 --- /dev/null +++ b/Gemfile @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +source 'https://rubygems.org' +ruby '2.0.0' + +gem "rspec", "~> 2.14.1" +gem "nokogiri", "~> 1.6.1" +gem "debugger", "~> 1.6.3" +gem 'webmock' +gem 'shoulda-matchers' \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Gemfile.lock b/Gemfile.lock new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7e59b72 --- /dev/null +++ b/Gemfile.lock @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +GEM + remote: https://rubygems.org/ + specs: + activesupport (4.0.1) + i18n (~> 0.6, >= 0.6.4) + minitest (~> 4.2) + multi_json (~> 1.3) + thread_safe (~> 0.1) + tzinfo (~> 0.3.37) + addressable (2.3.5) + atomic (1.1.14) + columnize (0.3.6) + crack (0.4.1) + safe_yaml (~> 0.9.0) + debugger (1.6.3) + columnize (>= 0.3.1) + debugger-linecache (~> 1.2.0) + debugger-ruby_core_source (~> 1.2.4) + debugger-linecache (1.2.0) + debugger-ruby_core_source (1.2.4) + diff-lcs (1.2.5) + i18n (0.6.9) + mini_portile (0.5.2) + minitest (4.7.5) + multi_json (1.8.2) + nokogiri (1.6.1) + mini_portile (~> 0.5.0) + rspec (2.14.1) + rspec-core (~> 2.14.0) + rspec-expectations (~> 2.14.0) + rspec-mocks (~> 2.14.0) + rspec-core (2.14.7) + rspec-expectations (2.14.4) + diff-lcs (>= 1.1.3, < 2.0) + rspec-mocks (2.14.4) + safe_yaml (0.9.7) + shoulda-matchers (2.4.0) + activesupport (>= 3.0.0) + thread_safe (0.1.3) + atomic + tzinfo (0.3.38) + webmock (1.16.1) + addressable (>= 2.2.7) + crack (>= 0.3.2) + +PLATFORMS + ruby + +DEPENDENCIES + debugger (~> 1.6.3) + nokogiri (~> 1.6.1) + rspec (~> 2.14.1) + shoulda-matchers + webmock diff --git a/lib/content.rb b/lib/content.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..81f0e9a --- /dev/null +++ b/lib/content.rb @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +require 'nokogiri' +class Content + attr_accessor :data,:source + def initialize(source) + @source = source + @data = get_content_from_source + end + + def get_content_from_source + end +end \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/lib/file_content.rb b/lib/file_content.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7cd6c7c --- /dev/null +++ b/lib/file_content.rb @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +require 'content' +require 'nokogiri' +class FileContent < Content + def get_content_from_source + f = File.open(@source) + Nokogiri::XML(f) + end +end \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/lib/http_content.rb b/lib/http_content.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..97996fe --- /dev/null +++ b/lib/http_content.rb @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +require 'open-uri' +require_relative 'content' +require 'nokogiri' +class HttpContent < Content + def get_content_from_source + Nokogiri::XML(open(@source)) + end +end \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/lib/shakespeare_analyzer.rb b/lib/shakespeare_analyzer.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bd89e50 --- /dev/null +++ b/lib/shakespeare_analyzer.rb @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +require_relative 'speech' +class ShakespeareAnalyzer + attr_accessor :doc,:result + def initialize(doc) + @doc = doc + @result = {} + end + + def analyze + play = get_play + acts = get_acts_from_play(play) + acts.each do |act| + add_act_to_result(act) + end + end + + def add_act_to_result(act) + scenes = act.css("SCENE") + scenes.each do |scene| + add_scene_to_result(scene) + end + end + + def add_scene_to_result(scene) + speeches = get_speeches_from_scene(scene) + speeches.each do |speech| + add_speech_to_result(speech) + end + end + + def get_play + @doc.css("PLAY") + end + + def get_acts_from_play(play) + play.css("ACT") + end + + def get_speeches_from_scene(scene) + scene.css("SPEECH") + end + + def add_speech_to_result(speech) + speech = Speech.new(speech) + speaker = speech.speaker + lines = speech.lines + add_to_result(speaker,lines) + end + + def add_to_result(speaker,lines) + if @result[speaker].nil? + @result[speaker] = lines + else + @result[speaker] = (@result[speaker] + lines) + end + end + + def sort_result + @result.sort_by { |name, lines| lines }.reverse + end + + def format_result + sort_result + end + + def print_result + format_result.each do |name,lines| + puts "#{lines} #{name.downcase.capitalize}" + end + end +end \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/lib/speech.rb b/lib/speech.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cb952bd --- /dev/null +++ b/lib/speech.rb @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +class Speech + def initialize(speech) + @speech = speech + end + + def speaker + @speech.css("SPEAKER").text + end + + def lines + @speech.css("LINE").count + end +end \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/lib/string_content.rb b/lib/string_content.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..464ee1f --- /dev/null +++ b/lib/string_content.rb @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +require 'nokogiri' +require 'content' +class StringContent < Content + def get_content_from_source + Nokogiri::XML(@source) + end +end \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/macbeth.xml b/macbeth.xml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..117d986 --- /dev/null +++ b/macbeth.xml @@ -0,0 +1,5508 @@ + + + + +The Tragedy of Macbeth + + +

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+ + + + +Dramatis Personae + +DUNCAN, king of Scotland. + + +MALCOLM +DONALBAIN +his sons. + + + + +MACBETH +BANQUO +generals of the king's army. + + + + +MACDUFF +LENNOX +ROSS +MENTEITH +ANGUS +CAITHNESS +noblemen of Scotland. + + +FLEANCE, son to Banquo. +SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces. +YOUNG SIWARD, his son. +SEYTON, an officer attending on Macbeth. +Boy, son to Macduff. +An English Doctor. +A Scotch Doctor. +A Soldier. +A Porter. +An Old Man. +LADY MACBETH +LADY MACDUFF +Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. +HECATE +Three Witches. +Apparitions. +Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers. + + +SCENE Scotland: England. + +MACBETH + +ACT I + +SCENE I. A desert place. +Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches + + +First Witch +When shall we three meet again +In thunder, lightning, or in rain? + + + +Second Witch +When the hurlyburly's done, +When the battle's lost and won. + + + +Third Witch +That will be ere the set of sun. + + + +First Witch +Where the place? + + + +Second Witch +Upon the heath. + + + +Third Witch +There to meet with Macbeth. + + + +First Witch +I come, Graymalkin! + + + +Second Witch +Paddock calls. + + + +Third Witch +Anon. + + + +ALL +Fair is foul, and foul is fair: +Hover through the fog and filthy air. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE II. A camp near Forres. +Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, +LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant + + +DUNCAN +What bloody man is that? He can report, +As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt +The newest state. + + + +MALCOLM +This is the sergeant +Who like a good and hardy soldier fought +'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! +Say to the king the knowledge of the broil +As thou didst leave it. + + + +Sergeant +Doubtful it stood; +As two spent swimmers, that do cling together +And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-- +Worthy to be a rebel, for to that +The multiplying villanies of nature +Do swarm upon him--from the western isles +Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; +And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, +Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: +For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name-- +Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, +Which smoked with bloody execution, +Like valour's minion carved out his passage +Till he faced the slave; +Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, +Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, +And fix'd his head upon our battlements. + + + +DUNCAN +O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! + + + +Sergeant +As whence the sun 'gins his reflection +Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, +So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come +Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: +No sooner justice had with valour arm'd +Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, +But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, +With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men +Began a fresh assault. + + + +DUNCAN +Dismay'd not this +Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? + + + +Sergeant +Yes; +As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. +If I say sooth, I must report they were +As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they +Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: +Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, +Or memorise another Golgotha, +I cannot tell. +But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. + + + +DUNCAN +So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; +They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. +Exit Sergeant, attended +Who comes here? + + + +Enter ROSS + + +MALCOLM +The worthy thane of Ross. + + + +LENNOX +What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look +That seems to speak things strange. + + + +ROSS +God save the king! + + + +DUNCAN +Whence camest thou, worthy thane? + + + +ROSS +From Fife, great king; +Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky +And fan our people cold. Norway himself, +With terrible numbers, +Assisted by that most disloyal traitor +The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; +Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, +Confronted him with self-comparisons, +Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. +Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, +The victory fell on us. + + + +DUNCAN +Great happiness! + + + +ROSS +That now +Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition: +Nor would we deign him burial of his men +Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch +Ten thousand dollars to our general use. + + + +DUNCAN +No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive +Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, +And with his former title greet Macbeth. + + + +ROSS +I'll see it done. + + + +DUNCAN +What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE III. A heath near Forres. +Thunder. Enter the three Witches + + +First Witch +Where hast thou been, sister? + + + +Second Witch +Killing swine. + + + +Third Witch +Sister, where thou? + + + +First Witch +A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, +And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:-- +'Give me,' quoth I: +'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. +Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: +But in a sieve I'll thither sail, +And, like a rat without a tail, +I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. + + + +Second Witch +I'll give thee a wind. + + + +First Witch +Thou'rt kind. + + + +Third Witch +And I another. + + + +First Witch +I myself have all the other, +And the very ports they blow, +All the quarters that they know +I' the shipman's card. +I will drain him dry as hay: +Sleep shall neither night nor day +Hang upon his pent-house lid; +He shall live a man forbid: +Weary se'nnights nine times nine +Shall he dwindle, peak and pine: +Though his bark cannot be lost, +Yet it shall be tempest-tost. +Look what I have. + + + +Second Witch +Show me, show me. + + + +First Witch +Here I have a pilot's thumb, +Wreck'd as homeward he did come. + + + +Drum within + + +Third Witch +A drum, a drum! +Macbeth doth come. + + + +ALL +The weird sisters, hand in hand, +Posters of the sea and land, +Thus do go about, about: +Thrice to thine and thrice to mine +And thrice again, to make up nine. +Peace! the charm's wound up. + + + +Enter MACBETH and BANQUO + + +MACBETH +So foul and fair a day I have not seen. + + + +BANQUO +How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these +So wither'd and so wild in their attire, +That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, +And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught +That man may question? You seem to understand me, +By each at once her chappy finger laying +Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, +And yet your beards forbid me to interpret +That you are so. + + + +MACBETH +Speak, if you can: what are you? + + + +First Witch +All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! + + + +Second Witch +All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! + + + +Third Witch +All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter! + + + +BANQUO +Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear +Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth, +Are ye fantastical, or that indeed +Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner +You greet with present grace and great prediction +Of noble having and of royal hope, +That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not. +If you can look into the seeds of time, +And say which grain will grow and which will not, +Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear +Your favours nor your hate. + + + +First Witch +Hail! + + + +Second Witch +Hail! + + + +Third Witch +Hail! + + + +First Witch +Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. + + + +Second Witch +Not so happy, yet much happier. + + + +Third Witch +Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: +So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! + + + +First Witch +Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! + + + +MACBETH +Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: +By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis; +But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, +A prosperous gentleman; and to be king +Stands not within the prospect of belief, +No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence +You owe this strange intelligence? or why +Upon this blasted heath you stop our way +With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. + + + +Witches vanish + + +BANQUO +The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, +And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? + + + +MACBETH +Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted +As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! + + + +BANQUO +Were such things here as we do speak about? +Or have we eaten on the insane root +That takes the reason prisoner? + + + +MACBETH +Your children shall be kings. + + + +BANQUO +You shall be king. + + + +MACBETH +And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? + + + +BANQUO +To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here? + + + +Enter ROSS and ANGUS + + +ROSS +The king hath happily received, Macbeth, +The news of thy success; and when he reads +Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, +His wonders and his praises do contend +Which should be thine or his: silenced with that, +In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, +He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, +Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, +Strange images of death. As thick as hail +Came post with post; and every one did bear +Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, +And pour'd them down before him. + + + +ANGUS +We are sent +To give thee from our royal master thanks; +Only to herald thee into his sight, +Not pay thee. + + + +ROSS +And, for an earnest of a greater honour, +He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: +In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! +For it is thine. + + + +BANQUO +What, can the devil speak true? + + + +MACBETH +The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me +In borrow'd robes? + + + +ANGUS +Who was the thane lives yet; +But under heavy judgment bears that life +Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined +With those of Norway, or did line the rebel +With hidden help and vantage, or that with both +He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; +But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, +Have overthrown him. + + + +MACBETH +Aside Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! +The greatest is behind. +To ROSS and ANGUS +Thanks for your pains. +To BANQUO +Do you not hope your children shall be kings, +When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me +Promised no less to them? + + + +BANQUO +That trusted home +Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, +Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: +And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, +The instruments of darkness tell us truths, +Win us with honest trifles, to betray's +In deepest consequence. +Cousins, a word, I pray you. + + + +MACBETH +Aside Two truths are told, +As happy prologues to the swelling act +Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen. +Aside This supernatural soliciting +Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill, +Why hath it given me earnest of success, +Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: +If good, why do I yield to that suggestion +Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair +And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, +Against the use of nature? Present fears +Are less than horrible imaginings: +My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, +Shakes so my single state of man that function +Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is +But what is not. + + + +BANQUO +Look, how our partner's rapt. + + + +MACBETH +Aside If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, +Without my stir. + + + +BANQUO +New horrors come upon him, +Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould +But with the aid of use. + + + +MACBETH +Aside Come what come may, +Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. + + + +BANQUO +Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. + + + +MACBETH +Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought +With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains +Are register'd where every day I turn +The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. +Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time, +The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak +Our free hearts each to other. + + + +BANQUO +Very gladly. + + + +MACBETH +Till then, enough. Come, friends. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE IV. Forres. The palace. +Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, +and Attendants + + +DUNCAN +Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not +Those in commission yet return'd? + + + +MALCOLM +My liege, +They are not yet come back. But I have spoke +With one that saw him die: who did report +That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, +Implored your highness' pardon and set forth +A deep repentance: nothing in his life +Became him like the leaving it; he died +As one that had been studied in his death +To throw away the dearest thing he owed, +As 'twere a careless trifle. + + + +DUNCAN +There's no art +To find the mind's construction in the face: +He was a gentleman on whom I built +An absolute trust. +Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS +O worthiest cousin! +The sin of my ingratitude even now +Was heavy on me: thou art so far before +That swiftest wing of recompense is slow +To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, +That the proportion both of thanks and payment +Might have been mine! only I have left to say, +More is thy due than more than all can pay. + + + +MACBETH +The service and the loyalty I owe, +In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part +Is to receive our duties; and our duties +Are to your throne and state children and servants, +Which do but what they should, by doing every thing +Safe toward your love and honour. + + + +DUNCAN +Welcome hither: +I have begun to plant thee, and will labour +To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, +That hast no less deserved, nor must be known +No less to have done so, let me enfold thee +And hold thee to my heart. + + + +BANQUO +There if I grow, +The harvest is your own. + + + +DUNCAN +My plenteous joys, +Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves +In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, +And you whose places are the nearest, know +We will establish our estate upon +Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter +The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must +Not unaccompanied invest him only, +But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine +On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, +And bind us further to you. + + + +MACBETH +The rest is labour, which is not used for you: +I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful +The hearing of my wife with your approach; +So humbly take my leave. + + + +DUNCAN +My worthy Cawdor! + + + +MACBETH +Aside The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step +On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, +For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; +Let not light see my black and deep desires: +The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, +Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. + + + +Exit + + +DUNCAN +True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, +And in his commendations I am fed; +It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, +Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: +It is a peerless kinsman. + + + +Flourish. Exeunt + + +SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle. +Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter + + +LADY MACBETH +'They met me in the day of success: and I have +learned by the perfectest report, they have more in +them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire +to question them further, they made themselves air, +into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in +the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who +all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title, +before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred +me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that +shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver +thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou +mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being +ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it +to thy heart, and farewell.' +Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be +What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature; +It is too full o' the milk of human kindness +To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; +Art not without ambition, but without +The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, +That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, +And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis, +That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it; +And that which rather thou dost fear to do +Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, +That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; +And chastise with the valour of my tongue +All that impedes thee from the golden round, +Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem +To have thee crown'd withal. +Enter a Messenger +What is your tidings? + + + +Messenger +The king comes here to-night. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Thou'rt mad to say it: +Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, +Would have inform'd for preparation. + + + +Messenger +So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: +One of my fellows had the speed of him, +Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more +Than would make up his message. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Give him tending; +He brings great news. +Exit Messenger +The raven himself is hoarse +That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan +Under my battlements. Come, you spirits +That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, +And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full +Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood; +Stop up the access and passage to remorse, +That no compunctious visitings of nature +Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between +The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, +And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, +Wherever in your sightless substances +You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, +And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, +That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, +Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, +To cry 'Hold, hold!' +Enter MACBETH +Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! +Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! +Thy letters have transported me beyond +This ignorant present, and I feel now +The future in the instant. + + + +MACBETH +My dearest love, +Duncan comes here to-night. + + + +LADY MACBETH +And when goes hence? + + + +MACBETH +To-morrow, as he purposes. + + + +LADY MACBETH +O, never +Shall sun that morrow see! +Your face, my thane, is as a book where men +May read strange matters. To beguile the time, +Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, +Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, +But be the serpent under't. He that's coming +Must be provided for: and you shall put +This night's great business into my dispatch; +Which shall to all our nights and days to come +Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. + + + +MACBETH +We will speak further. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Only look up clear; +To alter favour ever is to fear: +Leave all the rest to me. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle. +Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, +DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, +and Attendants + + +DUNCAN +This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air +Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself +Unto our gentle senses. + + + +BANQUO +This guest of summer, +The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, +By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath +Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, +Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird +Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: +Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, +The air is delicate. + + + +Enter LADY MACBETH + + +DUNCAN +See, see, our honour'd hostess! +The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, +Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you +How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, +And thank us for your trouble. + + + +LADY MACBETH +All our service +In every point twice done and then done double +Were poor and single business to contend +Against those honours deep and broad wherewith +Your majesty loads our house: for those of old, +And the late dignities heap'd up to them, +We rest your hermits. + + + +DUNCAN +Where's the thane of Cawdor? +We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose +To be his purveyor: but he rides well; +And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him +To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, +We are your guest to-night. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Your servants ever +Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt, +To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, +Still to return your own. + + + +DUNCAN +Give me your hand; +Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, +And shall continue our graces towards him. +By your leave, hostess. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle. +Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers +Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the +stage. Then enter MACBETH + + +MACBETH +If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well +It were done quickly: if the assassination +Could trammel up the consequence, and catch +With his surcease success; that but this blow +Might be the be-all and the end-all here, +But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, +We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases +We still have judgment here; that we but teach +Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return +To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice +Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice +To our own lips. He's here in double trust; +First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, +Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, +Who should against his murderer shut the door, +Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan +Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been +So clear in his great office, that his virtues +Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against +The deep damnation of his taking-off; +And pity, like a naked new-born babe, +Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed +Upon the sightless couriers of the air, +Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, +That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur +To prick the sides of my intent, but only +Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself +And falls on the other. +Enter LADY MACBETH +How now! what news? + + + +LADY MACBETH +He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber? + + + +MACBETH +Hath he ask'd for me? + + + +LADY MACBETH +Know you not he has? + + + +MACBETH +We will proceed no further in this business: +He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought +Golden opinions from all sorts of people, +Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, +Not cast aside so soon. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Was the hope drunk +Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? +And wakes it now, to look so green and pale +At what it did so freely? From this time +Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard +To be the same in thine own act and valour +As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that +Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, +And live a coward in thine own esteem, +Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' +Like the poor cat i' the adage? + + + +MACBETH +Prithee, peace: +I dare do all that may become a man; +Who dares do more is none. + + + +LADY MACBETH +What beast was't, then, +That made you break this enterprise to me? +When you durst do it, then you were a man; +And, to be more than what you were, you would +Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place +Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: +They have made themselves, and that their fitness now +Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know +How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: +I would, while it was smiling in my face, +Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, +And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you +Have done to this. + + + +MACBETH +If we should fail? + + + +LADY MACBETH +We fail! +But screw your courage to the sticking-place, +And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep-- +Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey +Soundly invite him--his two chamberlains +Will I with wine and wassail so convince +That memory, the warder of the brain, +Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason +A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep +Their drenched natures lie as in a death, +What cannot you and I perform upon +The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon +His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt +Of our great quell? + + + +MACBETH +Bring forth men-children only; +For thy undaunted mettle should compose +Nothing but males. Will it not be received, +When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two +Of his own chamber and used their very daggers, +That they have done't? + + + +LADY MACBETH +Who dares receive it other, +As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar +Upon his death? + + + +MACBETH +I am settled, and bend up +Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. +Away, and mock the time with fairest show: +False face must hide what the false heart doth know. + + + +Exeunt + + + + +ACT II + +SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle. +Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him + + +BANQUO +How goes the night, boy? + + + +FLEANCE +The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. + + + +BANQUO +And she goes down at twelve. + + + +FLEANCE +I take't, 'tis later, sir. + + + +BANQUO +Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven; +Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. +A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, +And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers, +Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature +Gives way to in repose! +Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch +Give me my sword. +Who's there? + + + +MACBETH +A friend. + + + +BANQUO +What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: +He hath been in unusual pleasure, and +Sent forth great largess to your offices. +This diamond he greets your wife withal, +By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up +In measureless content. + + + +MACBETH +Being unprepared, +Our will became the servant to defect; +Which else should free have wrought. + + + +BANQUO +All's well. +I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: +To you they have show'd some truth. + + + +MACBETH +I think not of them: +Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, +We would spend it in some words upon that business, +If you would grant the time. + + + +BANQUO +At your kind'st leisure. + + + +MACBETH +If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, +It shall make honour for you. + + + +BANQUO +So I lose none +In seeking to augment it, but still keep +My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, +I shall be counsell'd. + + + +MACBETH +Good repose the while! + + + +BANQUO +Thanks, sir: the like to you! + + + +Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE + + +MACBETH +Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, +She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. +Exit Servant +Is this a dagger which I see before me, +The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. +I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. +Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible +To feeling as to sight? or art thou but +A dagger of the mind, a false creation, +Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? +I see thee yet, in form as palpable +As this which now I draw. +Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; +And such an instrument I was to use. +Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, +Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, +And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, +Which was not so before. There's no such thing: +It is the bloody business which informs +Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld +Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse +The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates +Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, +Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, +Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. +With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design +Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, +Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear +Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, +And take the present horror from the time, +Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: +Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. +A bell rings +I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. +Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell +That summons thee to heaven or to hell. + + + +Exit + + +SCENE II. The same. +Enter LADY MACBETH + + +LADY MACBETH +That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; +What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. +Hark! Peace! +It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, +Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: +The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms +Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd +their possets, +That death and nature do contend about them, +Whether they live or die. + + + +MACBETH +Within Who's there? what, ho! + + + +LADY MACBETH +Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, +And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed +Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; +He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled +My father as he slept, I had done't. +Enter MACBETH +My husband! + + + +MACBETH +I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? + + + +LADY MACBETH +I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. +Did not you speak? + + + +MACBETH +When? + + + +LADY MACBETH +Now. + + + +MACBETH +As I descended? + + + +LADY MACBETH +Ay. + + + +MACBETH +Hark! +Who lies i' the second chamber? + + + +LADY MACBETH +Donalbain. + + + +MACBETH +This is a sorry sight. + + + +Looking on his hands + + +LADY MACBETH +A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. + + + +MACBETH +There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried +'Murder!' +That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: +But they did say their prayers, and address'd them +Again to sleep. + + + +LADY MACBETH +There are two lodged together. + + + +MACBETH +One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other; +As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. +Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,' +When they did say 'God bless us!' + + + +LADY MACBETH +Consider it not so deeply. + + + +MACBETH +But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? +I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' +Stuck in my throat. + + + +LADY MACBETH +These deeds must not be thought +After these ways; so, it will make us mad. + + + +MACBETH +Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! +Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, +Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, +The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, +Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, +Chief nourisher in life's feast,-- + + + +LADY MACBETH +What do you mean? + + + +MACBETH +Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: +'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor +Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.' + + + +LADY MACBETH +Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, +You do unbend your noble strength, to think +So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, +And wash this filthy witness from your hand. +Why did you bring these daggers from the place? +They must lie there: go carry them; and smear +The sleepy grooms with blood. + + + +MACBETH +I'll go no more: +I am afraid to think what I have done; +Look on't again I dare not. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Infirm of purpose! +Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead +Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood +That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, +I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; +For it must seem their guilt. + + + +Exit. Knocking within + + +MACBETH +Whence is that knocking? +How is't with me, when every noise appals me? +What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes. +Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood +Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather +The multitudinous seas in incarnadine, +Making the green one red. + + + +Re-enter LADY MACBETH + + +LADY MACBETH +My hands are of your colour; but I shame +To wear a heart so white. +Knocking within +I hear a knocking +At the south entry: retire we to our chamber; +A little water clears us of this deed: +How easy is it, then! Your constancy +Hath left you unattended. +Knocking within +Hark! more knocking. +Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, +And show us to be watchers. Be not lost +So poorly in your thoughts. + + + +MACBETH +To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. +Knocking within +Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE III. The same. +Knocking within. Enter a Porter + + +Porter +Here's a knocking indeed! If a +man were porter of hell-gate, he should have +old turning the key. +Knocking within +Knock, +knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of +Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged +himself on the expectation of plenty: come in +time; have napkins enow about you; here +you'll sweat for't. +Knocking within +Knock, +knock! Who's there, in the other devil's +name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could +swear in both the scales against either scale; +who committed treason enough for God's sake, +yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come +in, equivocator. +Knocking within +Knock, +knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an +English tailor come hither, for stealing out of +a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may +roast your goose. +Knocking within +Knock, +knock; never at quiet! What are you? But +this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter +it no further: I had thought to have let in +some of all professions that go the primrose +way to the everlasting bonfire. +Knocking within +Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter. + + +Opens the gate +Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX + + +MACDUFF +Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, +That you do lie so late? + + + +Porter +'Faith sir, we were carousing till the +second cock: and drink, sir, is a great +provoker of three things. + + + +MACDUFF +What three things does drink especially provoke? + + + +Porter +Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and +urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; +it provokes the desire, but it takes +away the performance: therefore, much drink +may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: +it makes him, and it mars him; it sets +him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, +and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and +not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him +in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. + + + +MACDUFF +I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. + + + +Porter +That it did, sir, i' the very throat on +me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I +think, being too strong for him, though he took +up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast +him. + + + +MACDUFF +Is thy master stirring? +Enter MACBETH +Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes. + + + +LENNOX +Good morrow, noble sir. + + + +MACBETH +Good morrow, both. + + + +MACDUFF +Is the king stirring, worthy thane? + + + +MACBETH +Not yet. + + + +MACDUFF +He did command me to call timely on him: +I have almost slipp'd the hour. + + + +MACBETH +I'll bring you to him. + + + +MACDUFF +I know this is a joyful trouble to you; +But yet 'tis one. + + + +MACBETH +The labour we delight in physics pain. +This is the door. + + + +MACDUFF +I'll make so bold to call, +For 'tis my limited service. + + + +Exit + + +LENNOX +Goes the king hence to-day? + + + +MACBETH +He does: he did appoint so. + + + +LENNOX +The night has been unruly: where we lay, +Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, +Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death, +And prophesying with accents terrible +Of dire combustion and confused events +New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird +Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth +Was feverous and did shake. + + + +MACBETH +'Twas a rough night. + + + +LENNOX +My young remembrance cannot parallel +A fellow to it. + + + +Re-enter MACDUFF + + +MACDUFF +O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart +Cannot conceive nor name thee! + + + +MACBETH +LENNOX +What's the matter. + + + +MACDUFF +Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! +Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope +The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence +The life o' the building! + + + +MACBETH +What is 't you say? the life? + + + +LENNOX +Mean you his majesty? + + + +MACDUFF +Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight +With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak; +See, and then speak yourselves. +Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX +Awake, awake! +Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason! +Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! +Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, +And look on death itself! up, up, and see +The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo! +As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, +To countenance this horror! Ring the bell. + + +Bell rings +Enter LADY MACBETH + + +LADY MACBETH +What's the business, +That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley +The sleepers of the house? speak, speak! + + + +MACDUFF +O gentle lady, +'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: +The repetition, in a woman's ear, +Would murder as it fell. +Enter BANQUO +O Banquo, Banquo, +Our royal master 's murder'd! + + + +LADY MACBETH +Woe, alas! +What, in our house? + + + +BANQUO +Too cruel any where. +Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself, +And say it is not so. + + + +Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS + + +MACBETH +Had I but died an hour before this chance, +I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant, +There 's nothing serious in mortality: +All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; +The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees +Is left this vault to brag of. + + + +Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN + + +DONALBAIN +What is amiss? + + + +MACBETH +You are, and do not know't: +The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood +Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd. + + + +MACDUFF +Your royal father 's murder'd. + + + +MALCOLM +O, by whom? + + + +LENNOX +Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't: +Their hands and faces were an badged with blood; +So were their daggers, which unwiped we found +Upon their pillows: +They stared, and were distracted; no man's life +Was to be trusted with them. + + + +MACBETH +O, yet I do repent me of my fury, +That I did kill them. + + + +MACDUFF +Wherefore did you so? + + + +MACBETH +Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, +Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: +The expedition my violent love +Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan, +His silver skin laced with his golden blood; +And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature +For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, +Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers +Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain, +That had a heart to love, and in that heart +Courage to make 's love known? + + + +LADY MACBETH +Help me hence, ho! + + + +MACDUFF +Look to the lady. + + + +MALCOLM +Aside to DONALBAIN Why do we hold our tongues, +That most may claim this argument for ours? + + + +DONALBAIN +Aside to MALCOLM What should be spoken here, +where our fate, +Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us? +Let 's away; +Our tears are not yet brew'd. + + + +MALCOLM +Aside to DONALBAIN Nor our strong sorrow +Upon the foot of motion. + + + +BANQUO +Look to the lady: +LADY MACBETH is carried out +And when we have our naked frailties hid, +That suffer in exposure, let us meet, +And question this most bloody piece of work, +To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us: +In the great hand of God I stand; and thence +Against the undivulged pretence I fight +Of treasonous malice. + + + +MACDUFF +And so do I. + + + +ALL +So all. + + + +MACBETH +Let's briefly put on manly readiness, +And meet i' the hall together. + + + +ALL +Well contented. + + + +Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain + + +MALCOLM +What will you do? Let's not consort with them: +To show an unfelt sorrow is an office +Which the false man does easy. I'll to England. + + + +DONALBAIN +To Ireland, I; our separated fortune +Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, +There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, +The nearer bloody. + + + +MALCOLM +This murderous shaft that's shot +Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way +Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; +And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, +But shift away: there's warrant in that theft +Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE IV. Outside Macbeth's castle. +Enter ROSS and an old Man + + +Old Man +Threescore and ten I can remember well: +Within the volume of which time I have seen +Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night +Hath trifled former knowings. + + + +ROSS +Ah, good father, +Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, +Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day, +And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: +Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame, +That darkness does the face of earth entomb, +When living light should kiss it? + + + +Old Man +'Tis unnatural, +Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, +A falcon, towering in her pride of place, +Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. + + + +ROSS +And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain-- +Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, +Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, +Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make +War with mankind. + + + +Old Man +'Tis said they eat each other. + + + +ROSS +They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes +That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff. +Enter MACDUFF +How goes the world, sir, now? + + + +MACDUFF +Why, see you not? + + + +ROSS +Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? + + + +MACDUFF +Those that Macbeth hath slain. + + + +ROSS +Alas, the day! +What good could they pretend? + + + +MACDUFF +They were suborn'd: +Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, +Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them +Suspicion of the deed. + + + +ROSS +'Gainst nature still! +Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up +Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like +The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. + + + +MACDUFF +He is already named, and gone to Scone +To be invested. + + + +ROSS +Where is Duncan's body? + + + +MACDUFF +Carried to Colmekill, +The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, +And guardian of their bones. + + + +ROSS +Will you to Scone? + + + +MACDUFF +No, cousin, I'll to Fife. + + + +ROSS +Well, I will thither. + + + +MACDUFF +Well, may you see things well done there: adieu! +Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! + + + +ROSS +Farewell, father. + + + +Old Man +God's benison go with you; and with those +That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! + + + +Exeunt + + + + +ACT III + +SCENE I. Forres. The palace. +Enter BANQUO + + +BANQUO +Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, +As the weird women promised, and, I fear, +Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said +It should not stand in thy posterity, +But that myself should be the root and father +Of many kings. If there come truth from them-- +As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine-- +Why, by the verities on thee made good, +May they not be my oracles as well, +And set me up in hope? But hush! no more. + + + +Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY +MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and +Attendants + + +MACBETH +Here's our chief guest. + + + +LADY MACBETH +If he had been forgotten, +It had been as a gap in our great feast, +And all-thing unbecoming. + + + +MACBETH +To-night we hold a solemn supper sir, +And I'll request your presence. + + + +BANQUO +Let your highness +Command upon me; to the which my duties +Are with a most indissoluble tie +For ever knit. + + + +MACBETH +Ride you this afternoon? + + + +BANQUO +Ay, my good lord. + + + +MACBETH +We should have else desired your good advice, +Which still hath been both grave and prosperous, +In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. +Is't far you ride? + + + +BANQUO +As far, my lord, as will fill up the time +'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, +I must become a borrower of the night +For a dark hour or twain. + + + +MACBETH +Fail not our feast. + + + +BANQUO +My lord, I will not. + + + +MACBETH +We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd +In England and in Ireland, not confessing +Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers +With strange invention: but of that to-morrow, +When therewithal we shall have cause of state +Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, +Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? + + + +BANQUO +Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's. + + + +MACBETH +I wish your horses swift and sure of foot; +And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell. +Exit BANQUO +Let every man be master of his time +Till seven at night: to make society +The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself +Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you! +Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant +Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men +Our pleasure? + + + +ATTENDANT +They are, my lord, without the palace gate. + + + +MACBETH +Bring them before us. +Exit Attendant +To be thus is nothing; +But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo +Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature +Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; +And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, +He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour +To act in safety. There is none but he +Whose being I do fear: and, under him, +My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said, +Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters +When first they put the name of king upon me, +And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like +They hail'd him father to a line of kings: +Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, +And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, +Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, +No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so, +For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind; +For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; +Put rancours in the vessel of my peace +Only for them; and mine eternal jewel +Given to the common enemy of man, +To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! +Rather than so, come fate into the list. +And champion me to the utterance! Who's there! +Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers +Now go to the door, and stay there till we call. +Exit Attendant +Was it not yesterday we spoke together? + + + +First Murderer +It was, so please your highness. + + + +MACBETH +Well then, now +Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know +That it was he in the times past which held you +So under fortune, which you thought had been +Our innocent self: this I made good to you +In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you, +How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, +the instruments, +Who wrought with them, and all things else that might +To half a soul and to a notion crazed +Say 'Thus did Banquo.' + + + +First Murderer +You made it known to us. + + + +MACBETH +I did so, and went further, which is now +Our point of second meeting. Do you find +Your patience so predominant in your nature +That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd +To pray for this good man and for his issue, +Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave +And beggar'd yours for ever? + + + +First Murderer +We are men, my liege. + + + +MACBETH +Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; +As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, +Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept +All by the name of dogs: the valued file +Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, +The housekeeper, the hunter, every one +According to the gift which bounteous nature +Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive +Particular addition. from the bill +That writes them all alike: and so of men. +Now, if you have a station in the file, +Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't; +And I will put that business in your bosoms, +Whose execution takes your enemy off, +Grapples you to the heart and love of us, +Who wear our health but sickly in his life, +Which in his death were perfect. + + + +Second Murderer +I am one, my liege, +Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world +Have so incensed that I am reckless what +I do to spite the world. + + + +First Murderer +And I another +So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, +That I would set my lie on any chance, +To mend it, or be rid on't. + + + +MACBETH +Both of you +Know Banquo was your enemy. + + + +Both Murderers +True, my lord. + + + +MACBETH +So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, +That every minute of his being thrusts +Against my near'st of life: and though I could +With barefaced power sweep him from my sight +And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, +For certain friends that are both his and mine, +Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall +Who I myself struck down; and thence it is, +That I to your assistance do make love, +Masking the business from the common eye +For sundry weighty reasons. + + + +Second Murderer +We shall, my lord, +Perform what you command us. + + + +First Murderer +Though our lives-- + + + +MACBETH +Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most +I will advise you where to plant yourselves; +Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, +The moment on't; for't must be done to-night, +And something from the palace; always thought +That I require a clearness: and with him-- +To leave no rubs nor botches in the work-- +Fleance his son, that keeps him company, +Whose absence is no less material to me +Than is his father's, must embrace the fate +Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart: +I'll come to you anon. + + + +Both Murderers +We are resolved, my lord. + + + +MACBETH +I'll call upon you straight: abide within. +Exeunt Murderers +It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight, +If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. + + + +Exit + + +SCENE II. The palace. +Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant + + +LADY MACBETH +Is Banquo gone from court? + + + +Servant +Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Say to the king, I would attend his leisure +For a few words. + + + +Servant +Madam, I will. + + + +Exit + + +LADY MACBETH +Nought's had, all's spent, +Where our desire is got without content: +'Tis safer to be that which we destroy +Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. +Enter MACBETH +How now, my lord! why do you keep alone, +Of sorriest fancies your companions making, +Using those thoughts which should indeed have died +With them they think on? Things without all remedy +Should be without regard: what's done is done. + + + +MACBETH +We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it: +She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice +Remains in danger of her former tooth. +But let the frame of things disjoint, both the +worlds suffer, +Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep +In the affliction of these terrible dreams +That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, +Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, +Than on the torture of the mind to lie +In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; +After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; +Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, +Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, +Can touch him further. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Come on; +Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; +Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night. + + + +MACBETH +So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: +Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; +Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue: +Unsafe the while, that we +Must lave our honours in these flattering streams, +And make our faces vizards to our hearts, +Disguising what they are. + + + +LADY MACBETH +You must leave this. + + + +MACBETH +O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! +Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. + + + +LADY MACBETH +But in them nature's copy's not eterne. + + + +MACBETH +There's comfort yet; they are assailable; +Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown +His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons +The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums +Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done +A deed of dreadful note. + + + +LADY MACBETH +What's to be done? + + + +MACBETH +Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, +Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, +Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; +And with thy bloody and invisible hand +Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond +Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow +Makes wing to the rooky wood: +Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; +While night's black agents to their preys do rouse. +Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still; +Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. +So, prithee, go with me. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE III. A park near the palace. +Enter three Murderers + + +First Murderer +But who did bid thee join with us? + + + +Third Murderer +Macbeth. + + + +Second Murderer +He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers +Our offices and what we have to do +To the direction just. + + + +First Murderer +Then stand with us. +The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: +Now spurs the lated traveller apace +To gain the timely inn; and near approaches +The subject of our watch. + + + +Third Murderer +Hark! I hear horses. + + + +BANQUO +Within Give us a light there, ho! + + + +Second Murderer +Then 'tis he: the rest +That are within the note of expectation +Already are i' the court. + + + +First Murderer +His horses go about. + + + +Third Murderer +Almost a mile: but he does usually, +So all men do, from hence to the palace gate +Make it their walk. + + + +Second Murderer +A light, a light! + + + +Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch + + +Third Murderer +'Tis he. + + + +First Murderer +Stand to't. + + + +BANQUO +It will be rain to-night. + + + +First Murderer +Let it come down. + + + +They set upon BANQUO + + +BANQUO +O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! +Thou mayst revenge. O slave! + + + +Dies. FLEANCE escapes + + +Third Murderer +Who did strike out the light? + + + +First Murderer +Wast not the way? + + + +Third Murderer +There's but one down; the son is fled. + + + +Second Murderer +We have lost +Best half of our affair. + + + +First Murderer +Well, let's away, and say how much is done. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE IV. The same. Hall in the palace. +A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, +ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants + + +MACBETH +You know your own degrees; sit down: at first +And last the hearty welcome. + + + +Lords +Thanks to your majesty. + + + +MACBETH +Ourself will mingle with society, +And play the humble host. +Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time +We will require her welcome. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; +For my heart speaks they are welcome. + + + +First Murderer appears at the door + + +MACBETH +See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. +Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst: +Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure +The table round. +Approaching the door +There's blood on thy face. + + + +First Murderer +'Tis Banquo's then. + + + +MACBETH +'Tis better thee without than he within. +Is he dispatch'd? + + + +First Murderer +My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. + + + +MACBETH +Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good +That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, +Thou art the nonpareil. + + + +First Murderer +Most royal sir, +Fleance is 'scaped. + + + +MACBETH +Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect, +Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, +As broad and general as the casing air: +But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in +To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? + + + +First Murderer +Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, +With twenty trenched gashes on his head; +The least a death to nature. + + + +MACBETH +Thanks for that: +There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled +Hath nature that in time will venom breed, +No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow +We'll hear, ourselves, again. + + + +Exit Murderer + + +LADY MACBETH +My royal lord, +You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold +That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, +'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home; +From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony; +Meeting were bare without it. + + + +MACBETH +Sweet remembrancer! +Now, good digestion wait on appetite, +And health on both! + + + +LENNOX +May't please your highness sit. + + + +The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in +MACBETH's place + + +MACBETH +Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, +Were the graced person of our Banquo present; +Who may I rather challenge for unkindness +Than pity for mischance! + + + +ROSS +His absence, sir, +Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness +To grace us with your royal company. + + + +MACBETH +The table's full. + + + +LENNOX +Here is a place reserved, sir. + + + +MACBETH +Where? + + + +LENNOX +Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness? + + + +MACBETH +Which of you have done this? + + + +Lords +What, my good lord? + + + +MACBETH +Thou canst not say I did it: never shake +Thy gory locks at me. + + + +ROSS +Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus, +And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat; +The fit is momentary; upon a thought +He will again be well: if much you note him, +You shall offend him and extend his passion: +Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man? + + + +MACBETH +Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that +Which might appal the devil. + + + +LADY MACBETH +O proper stuff! +This is the very painting of your fear: +This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, +Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, +Impostors to true fear, would well become +A woman's story at a winter's fire, +Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! +Why do you make such faces? When all's done, +You look but on a stool. + + + +MACBETH +Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! +how say you? +Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. +If charnel-houses and our graves must send +Those that we bury back, our monuments +Shall be the maws of kites. + + + +GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes + + +LADY MACBETH +What, quite unmann'd in folly? + + + +MACBETH +If I stand here, I saw him. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Fie, for shame! + + + +MACBETH +Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, +Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; +Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd +Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, +That, when the brains were out, the man would die, +And there an end; but now they rise again, +With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, +And push us from our stools: this is more strange +Than such a murder is. + + + +LADY MACBETH +My worthy lord, +Your noble friends do lack you. + + + +MACBETH +I do forget. +Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends, +I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing +To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; +Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full. +I drink to the general joy o' the whole table, +And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; +Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, +And all to all. + + + +Lords +Our duties, and the pledge. + + + +Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO + + +MACBETH +Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee! +Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; +Thou hast no speculation in those eyes +Which thou dost glare with! + + + +LADY MACBETH +Think of this, good peers, +But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; +Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. + + + +MACBETH +What man dare, I dare: +Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, +The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; +Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves +Shall never tremble: or be alive again, +And dare me to the desert with thy sword; +If trembling I inhabit then, protest me +The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! +Unreal mockery, hence! +GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes +Why, so: being gone, +I am a man again. Pray you, sit still. + + + +LADY MACBETH +You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, +With most admired disorder. + + + +MACBETH +Can such things be, +And overcome us like a summer's cloud, +Without our special wonder? You make me strange +Even to the disposition that I owe, +When now I think you can behold such sights, +And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, +When mine is blanched with fear. + + + +ROSS +What sights, my lord? + + + +LADY MACBETH +I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; +Question enrages him. At once, good night: +Stand not upon the order of your going, +But go at once. + + + +LENNOX +Good night; and better health +Attend his majesty! + + + +LADY MACBETH +A kind good night to all! + + + +Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH + + +MACBETH +It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: +Stones have been known to move and trees to speak; +Augurs and understood relations have +By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth +The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? + + + +LADY MACBETH +Almost at odds with morning, which is which. + + + +MACBETH +How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person +At our great bidding? + + + +LADY MACBETH +Did you send to him, sir? + + + +MACBETH +I hear it by the way; but I will send: +There's not a one of them but in his house +I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow, +And betimes I will, to the weird sisters: +More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, +By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, +All causes shall give way: I am in blood +Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, +Returning were as tedious as go o'er: +Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; +Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd. + + + +LADY MACBETH +You lack the season of all natures, sleep. + + + +MACBETH +Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse +Is the initiate fear that wants hard use: +We are yet but young in deed. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE V. A Heath. +Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE + + +First Witch +Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly. + + + +HECATE +Have I not reason, beldams as you are, +Saucy and overbold? How did you dare +To trade and traffic with Macbeth +In riddles and affairs of death; +And I, the mistress of your charms, +The close contriver of all harms, +Was never call'd to bear my part, +Or show the glory of our art? +And, which is worse, all you have done +Hath been but for a wayward son, +Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, +Loves for his own ends, not for you. +But make amends now: get you gone, +And at the pit of Acheron +Meet me i' the morning: thither he +Will come to know his destiny: +Your vessels and your spells provide, +Your charms and every thing beside. +I am for the air; this night I'll spend +Unto a dismal and a fatal end: +Great business must be wrought ere noon: +Upon the corner of the moon +There hangs a vaporous drop profound; +I'll catch it ere it come to ground: +And that distill'd by magic sleights +Shall raise such artificial sprites +As by the strength of their illusion +Shall draw him on to his confusion: +He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear +He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: +And you all know, security +Is mortals' chiefest enemy. +Music and a song within: 'Come away, come +away,' &c +Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see, +Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. + + + +Exit + + +First Witch +Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE VI. Forres. The palace. +Enter LENNOX and another Lord + + +LENNOX +My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, +Which can interpret further: only, I say, +Things have been strangely borne. The +gracious Duncan +Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead: +And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; +Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, +For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late. +Who cannot want the thought how monstrous +It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain +To kill their gracious father? damned fact! +How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight +In pious rage the two delinquents tear, +That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? +Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too; +For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive +To hear the men deny't. So that, I say, +He has borne all things well: and I do think +That had he Duncan's sons under his key-- +As, an't please heaven, he shall not--they +should find +What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. +But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd +His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear +Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell +Where he bestows himself? + + + +Lord +The son of Duncan, +From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth +Lives in the English court, and is received +Of the most pious Edward with such grace +That the malevolence of fortune nothing +Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff +Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid +To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward: +That, by the help of these--with Him above +To ratify the work--we may again +Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, +Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, +Do faithful homage and receive free honours: +All which we pine for now: and this report +Hath so exasperate the king that he +Prepares for some attempt of war. + + + +LENNOX +Sent he to Macduff? + + + +Lord +He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,' +The cloudy messenger turns me his back, +And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time +That clogs me with this answer.' + + + +LENNOX +And that well might +Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance +His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel +Fly to the court of England and unfold +His message ere he come, that a swift blessing +May soon return to this our suffering country +Under a hand accursed! + + + +Lord +I'll send my prayers with him. + + + +Exeunt + + + + +ACT IV + +SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. +Thunder. Enter the three Witches + + +First Witch +Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. + + + +Second Witch +Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. + + + +Third Witch +Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time. + + + +First Witch +Round about the cauldron go; +In the poison'd entrails throw. +Toad, that under cold stone +Days and nights has thirty-one +Swelter'd venom sleeping got, +Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. + + + +ALL +Double, double toil and trouble; +Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. + + + +Second Witch +Fillet of a fenny snake, +In the cauldron boil and bake; +Eye of newt and toe of frog, +Wool of bat and tongue of dog, +Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, +Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, +For a charm of powerful trouble, +Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. + + + +ALL +Double, double toil and trouble; +Fire burn and cauldron bubble. + + + +Third Witch +Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, +Witches' mummy, maw and gulf +Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, +Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, +Liver of blaspheming Jew, +Gall of goat, and slips of yew +Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, +Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, +Finger of birth-strangled babe +Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, +Make the gruel thick and slab: +Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, +For the ingredients of our cauldron. + + + +ALL +Double, double toil and trouble; +Fire burn and cauldron bubble. + + + +Second Witch +Cool it with a baboon's blood, +Then the charm is firm and good. + + + +Enter HECATE to the other three Witches + + +HECATE +O well done! I commend your pains; +And every one shall share i' the gains; +And now about the cauldron sing, +Live elves and fairies in a ring, +Enchanting all that you put in. + + +Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' &c +HECATE retires + + +Second Witch +By the pricking of my thumbs, +Something wicked this way comes. +Open, locks, +Whoever knocks! + + + +Enter MACBETH + + +MACBETH +How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! +What is't you do? + + + +ALL +A deed without a name. + + + +MACBETH +I conjure you, by that which you profess, +Howe'er you come to know it, answer me: +Though you untie the winds and let them fight +Against the churches; though the yesty waves +Confound and swallow navigation up; +Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; +Though castles topple on their warders' heads; +Though palaces and pyramids do slope +Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure +Of nature's germens tumble all together, +Even till destruction sicken; answer me +To what I ask you. + + + +First Witch +Speak. + + + +Second Witch +Demand. + + + +Third Witch +We'll answer. + + + +First Witch +Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, +Or from our masters? + + + +MACBETH +Call 'em; let me see 'em. + + + +First Witch +Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten +Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten +From the murderer's gibbet throw +Into the flame. + + + +ALL +Come, high or low; +Thyself and office deftly show! + + + +Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head + + +MACBETH +Tell me, thou unknown power,-- + + + +First Witch +He knows thy thought: +Hear his speech, but say thou nought. + + + +First Apparition +Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; +Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. + + + +Descends + + +MACBETH +Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; +Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one +word more,-- + + + +First Witch +He will not be commanded: here's another, +More potent than the first. + + + +Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child + + +Second Apparition +Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! + + + +MACBETH +Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee. + + + +Second Apparition +Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn +The power of man, for none of woman born +Shall harm Macbeth. + + + +Descends + + +MACBETH +Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? +But yet I'll make assurance double sure, +And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; +That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, +And sleep in spite of thunder. +Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, +with a tree in his hand +What is this +That rises like the issue of a king, +And wears upon his baby-brow the round +And top of sovereignty? + + + +ALL +Listen, but speak not to't. + + + +Third Apparition +Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care +Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: +Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until +Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill +Shall come against him. + + + +Descends + + +MACBETH +That will never be +Who can impress the forest, bid the tree +Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good! +Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood +Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth +Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath +To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart +Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art +Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever +Reign in this kingdom? + + + +ALL +Seek to know no more. + + + +MACBETH +I will be satisfied: deny me this, +And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. +Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? + + + +Hautboys + + +First Witch +Show! + + + +Second Witch +Show! + + + +Third Witch +Show! + + + +ALL +Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; +Come like shadows, so depart! + + + +A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in +his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following + + +MACBETH +Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down! +Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair, +Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. +A third is like the former. Filthy hags! +Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes! +What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? +Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more: +And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass +Which shows me many more; and some I see +That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry: +Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true; +For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, +And points at them for his. +Apparitions vanish +What, is this so? + + + +First Witch +Ay, sir, all this is so: but why +Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? +Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, +And show the best of our delights: +I'll charm the air to give a sound, +While you perform your antic round: +That this great king may kindly say, +Our duties did his welcome pay. + + + +Music. The witches dance and then vanish, +with HECATE + + +MACBETH +Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour +Stand aye accursed in the calendar! +Come in, without there! + + + +Enter LENNOX + + +LENNOX +What's your grace's will? + + + +MACBETH +Saw you the weird sisters? + + + +LENNOX +No, my lord. + + + +MACBETH +Came they not by you? + + + +LENNOX +No, indeed, my lord. + + + +MACBETH +Infected be the air whereon they ride; +And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear +The galloping of horse: who was't came by? + + + +LENNOX +'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word +Macduff is fled to England. + + + +MACBETH +Fled to England! + + + +LENNOX +Ay, my good lord. + + + +MACBETH +Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits: +The flighty purpose never is o'ertook +Unless the deed go with it; from this moment +The very firstlings of my heart shall be +The firstlings of my hand. And even now, +To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: +The castle of Macduff I will surprise; +Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword +His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls +That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; +This deed I'll do before this purpose cool. +But no more sights!--Where are these gentlemen? +Come, bring me where they are. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE II. Fife. Macduff's castle. +Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and ROSS + + +LADY MACDUFF +What had he done, to make him fly the land? + + + +ROSS +You must have patience, madam. + + + +LADY MACDUFF +He had none: +His flight was madness: when our actions do not, +Our fears do make us traitors. + + + +ROSS +You know not +Whether it was his wisdom or his fear. + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, +His mansion and his titles in a place +From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; +He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren, +The most diminutive of birds, will fight, +Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. +All is the fear and nothing is the love; +As little is the wisdom, where the flight +So runs against all reason. + + + +ROSS +My dearest coz, +I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband, +He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows +The fits o' the season. I dare not speak +much further; +But cruel are the times, when we are traitors +And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour +From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, +But float upon a wild and violent sea +Each way and move. I take my leave of you: +Shall not be long but I'll be here again: +Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward +To what they were before. My pretty cousin, +Blessing upon you! + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. + + + +ROSS +I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, +It would be my disgrace and your discomfort: +I take my leave at once. + + + +Exit + + +LADY MACDUFF +Sirrah, your father's dead; +And what will you do now? How will you live? + + + +Son +As birds do, mother. + + + +LADY MACDUFF +What, with worms and flies? + + + +Son +With what I get, I mean; and so do they. + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime, +The pitfall nor the gin. + + + +Son +Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. +My father is not dead, for all your saying. + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? + + + +Son +Nay, how will you do for a husband? + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. + + + +Son +Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith, +With wit enough for thee. + + + +Son +Was my father a traitor, mother? + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Ay, that he was. + + + +Son +What is a traitor? + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Why, one that swears and lies. + + + +Son +And be all traitors that do so? + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged. + + + +Son +And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Every one. + + + +Son +Who must hang them? + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Why, the honest men. + + + +Son +Then the liars and swearers are fools, +for there are liars and swearers enow to beat +the honest men and hang up them. + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Now, God help thee, poor monkey! +But how wilt thou do for a father? + + + +Son +If he were dead, you'ld weep for +him: if you would not, it were a good sign +that I should quickly have a new father. + + + +LADY MACDUFF +Poor prattler, how thou talk'st! + + + +Enter a Messenger + + +Messenger +Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, +Though in your state of honour I am perfect. +I doubt some danger does approach you nearly: +If you will take a homely man's advice, +Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. +To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; +To do worse to you were fell cruelty, +Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you! +I dare abide no longer. + + + +Exit + + +LADY MACDUFF +Whither should I fly? +I have done no harm. But I remember now +I am in this earthly world; where to do harm +Is often laudable, to do good sometime +Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas, +Do I put up that womanly defence, +To say I have done no harm? +Enter Murderers +What are these faces? + + + +First Murderer +Where is your husband? + + + +LADY MACDUFF +I hope, in no place so unsanctified +Where such as thou mayst find him. + + + +First Murderer +He's a traitor. + + + +Son +Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain! + + + +First Murderer +What, you egg! +Stabbing him +Young fry of treachery! + + + +Son +He has kill'd me, mother: +Run away, I pray you! + + +Dies +Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt +Murderers, following her + + +SCENE III. England. Before the King's palace. +Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF + + +MALCOLM +Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there +Weep our sad bosoms empty. + + + +MACDUFF +Let us rather +Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men +Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn +New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows +Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds +As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out +Like syllable of dolour. + + + +MALCOLM +What I believe I'll wail, +What know believe, and what I can redress, +As I shall find the time to friend, I will. +What you have spoke, it may be so perchance. +This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, +Was once thought honest: you have loved him well. +He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; +but something +You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom +To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb +To appease an angry god. + + + +MACDUFF +I am not treacherous. + + + +MALCOLM +But Macbeth is. +A good and virtuous nature may recoil +In an imperial charge. But I shall crave +your pardon; +That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose: +Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell; +Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, +Yet grace must still look so. + + + +MACDUFF +I have lost my hopes. + + + +MALCOLM +Perchance even there where I did find my doubts. +Why in that rawness left you wife and child, +Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, +Without leave-taking? I pray you, +Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, +But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just, +Whatever I shall think. + + + +MACDUFF +Bleed, bleed, poor country! +Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure, +For goodness dare not cheque thee: wear thou +thy wrongs; +The title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord: +I would not be the villain that thou think'st +For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, +And the rich East to boot. + + + +MALCOLM +Be not offended: +I speak not as in absolute fear of you. +I think our country sinks beneath the yoke; +It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash +Is added to her wounds: I think withal +There would be hands uplifted in my right; +And here from gracious England have I offer +Of goodly thousands: but, for all this, +When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, +Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country +Shall have more vices than it had before, +More suffer and more sundry ways than ever, +By him that shall succeed. + + + +MACDUFF +What should he be? + + + +MALCOLM +It is myself I mean: in whom I know +All the particulars of vice so grafted +That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth +Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state +Esteem him as a lamb, being compared +With my confineless harms. + + + +MACDUFF +Not in the legions +Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd +In evils to top Macbeth. + + + +MALCOLM +I grant him bloody, +Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, +Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin +That has a name: but there's no bottom, none, +In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, +Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up +The cistern of my lust, and my desire +All continent impediments would o'erbear +That did oppose my will: better Macbeth +Than such an one to reign. + + + +MACDUFF +Boundless intemperance +In nature is a tyranny; it hath been +The untimely emptying of the happy throne +And fall of many kings. But fear not yet +To take upon you what is yours: you may +Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, +And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink. +We have willing dames enough: there cannot be +That vulture in you, to devour so many +As will to greatness dedicate themselves, +Finding it so inclined. + + + +MALCOLM +With this there grows +In my most ill-composed affection such +A stanchless avarice that, were I king, +I should cut off the nobles for their lands, +Desire his jewels and this other's house: +And my more-having would be as a sauce +To make me hunger more; that I should forge +Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, +Destroying them for wealth. + + + +MACDUFF +This avarice +Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root +Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been +The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; +Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will. +Of your mere own: all these are portable, +With other graces weigh'd. + + + +MALCOLM +But I have none: the king-becoming graces, +As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, +Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, +Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, +I have no relish of them, but abound +In the division of each several crime, +Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should +Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, +Uproar the universal peace, confound +All unity on earth. + + + +MACDUFF +O Scotland, Scotland! + + + +MALCOLM +If such a one be fit to govern, speak: +I am as I have spoken. + + + +MACDUFF +Fit to govern! +No, not to live. O nation miserable, +With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, +When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, +Since that the truest issue of thy throne +By his own interdiction stands accursed, +And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father +Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee, +Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, +Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! +These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself +Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast, +Thy hope ends here! + + + +MALCOLM +Macduff, this noble passion, +Child of integrity, hath from my soul +Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts +To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth +By many of these trains hath sought to win me +Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me +From over-credulous haste: but God above +Deal between thee and me! for even now +I put myself to thy direction, and +Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure +The taints and blames I laid upon myself, +For strangers to my nature. I am yet +Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, +Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, +At no time broke my faith, would not betray +The devil to his fellow and delight +No less in truth than life: my first false speaking +Was this upon myself: what I am truly, +Is thine and my poor country's to command: +Whither indeed, before thy here-approach, +Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, +Already at a point, was setting forth. +Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness +Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent? + + + +MACDUFF +Such welcome and unwelcome things at once +'Tis hard to reconcile. + + + +Enter a Doctor + + +MALCOLM +Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you? + + + +Doctor +Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls +That stay his cure: their malady convinces +The great assay of art; but at his touch-- +Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand-- +They presently amend. + + + +MALCOLM +I thank you, doctor. + + + +Exit Doctor + + +MACDUFF +What's the disease he means? + + + +MALCOLM +'Tis call'd the evil: +A most miraculous work in this good king; +Which often, since my here-remain in England, +I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, +Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people, +All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, +The mere despair of surgery, he cures, +Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, +Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, +To the succeeding royalty he leaves +The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, +He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, +And sundry blessings hang about his throne, +That speak him full of grace. + + + +Enter ROSS + + +MACDUFF +See, who comes here? + + + +MALCOLM +My countryman; but yet I know him not. + + + +MACDUFF +My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. + + + +MALCOLM +I know him now. Good God, betimes remove +The means that makes us strangers! + + + +ROSS +Sir, amen. + + + +MACDUFF +Stands Scotland where it did? + + + +ROSS +Alas, poor country! +Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot +Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing, +But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; +Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air +Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems +A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell +Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives +Expire before the flowers in their caps, +Dying or ere they sicken. + + + +MACDUFF +O, relation +Too nice, and yet too true! + + + +MALCOLM +What's the newest grief? + + + +ROSS +That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker: +Each minute teems a new one. + + + +MACDUFF +How does my wife? + + + +ROSS +Why, well. + + + +MACDUFF +And all my children? + + + +ROSS +Well too. + + + +MACDUFF +The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? + + + +ROSS +No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em. + + + +MACDUFF +But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't? + + + +ROSS +When I came hither to transport the tidings, +Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour +Of many worthy fellows that were out; +Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, +For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: +Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland +Would create soldiers, make our women fight, +To doff their dire distresses. + + + +MALCOLM +Be't their comfort +We are coming thither: gracious England hath +Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; +An older and a better soldier none +That Christendom gives out. + + + +ROSS +Would I could answer +This comfort with the like! But I have words +That would be howl'd out in the desert air, +Where hearing should not latch them. + + + +MACDUFF +What concern they? +The general cause? or is it a fee-grief +Due to some single breast? + + + +ROSS +No mind that's honest +But in it shares some woe; though the main part +Pertains to you alone. + + + +MACDUFF +If it be mine, +Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. + + + +ROSS +Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, +Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound +That ever yet they heard. + + + +MACDUFF +Hum! I guess at it. + + + +ROSS +Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes +Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, +Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, +To add the death of you. + + + +MALCOLM +Merciful heaven! +What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; +Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak +Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. + + + +MACDUFF +My children too? + + + +ROSS +Wife, children, servants, all +That could be found. + + + +MACDUFF +And I must be from thence! +My wife kill'd too? + + + +ROSS +I have said. + + + +MALCOLM +Be comforted: +Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, +To cure this deadly grief. + + + +MACDUFF +He has no children. All my pretty ones? +Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? +What, all my pretty chickens and their dam +At one fell swoop? + + + +MALCOLM +Dispute it like a man. + + + +MACDUFF +I shall do so; +But I must also feel it as a man: +I cannot but remember such things were, +That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, +And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, +They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, +Not for their own demerits, but for mine, +Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now! + + + +MALCOLM +Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief +Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. + + + +MACDUFF +O, I could play the woman with mine eyes +And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, +Cut short all intermission; front to front +Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; +Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, +Heaven forgive him too! + + + +MALCOLM +This tune goes manly. +Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; +Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth +Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above +Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may: +The night is long that never finds the day. + + + +Exeunt + + + + +ACT V + +SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle. +Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman + + +Doctor +I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive +no truth in your report. When was it she last walked? + + + +Gentlewoman +Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen +her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon +her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, +write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again +return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep. + + + +Doctor +A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once +the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of +watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her +walking and other actual performances, what, at any +time, have you heard her say? + + + +Gentlewoman +That, sir, which I will not report after her. + + + +Doctor +You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should. + + + +Gentlewoman +Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to +confirm my speech. +Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper +Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; +and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. + + + +Doctor +How came she by that light? + + + +Gentlewoman +Why, it stood by her: she has light by her +continually; 'tis her command. + + + +Doctor +You see, her eyes are open. + + + +Gentlewoman +Ay, but their sense is shut. + + + +Doctor +What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. + + + +Gentlewoman +It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus +washing her hands: I have known her continue in +this a quarter of an hour. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Yet here's a spot. + + + +Doctor +Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from +her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why, +then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my +lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we +fear who knows it, when none can call our power to +account?--Yet who would have thought the old man +to have had so much blood in him. + + + +Doctor +Do you mark that? + + + +LADY MACBETH +The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?-- +What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more o' +that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with +this starting. + + + +Doctor +Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. + + + +Gentlewoman +She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of +that: heaven knows what she has known. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Here's the smell of the blood still: all the +perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little +hand. Oh, oh, oh! + + + +Doctor +What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. + + + +Gentlewoman +I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the +dignity of the whole body. + + + +Doctor +Well, well, well,-- + + + +Gentlewoman +Pray God it be, sir. + + + +Doctor +This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known +those which have walked in their sleep who have died +holily in their beds. + + + +LADY MACBETH +Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so +pale.--I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he +cannot come out on's grave. + + + +Doctor +Even so? + + + +LADY MACBETH +To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate: +come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's +done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed! + + + +Exit + + +Doctor +Will she go now to bed? + + + +Gentlewoman +Directly. + + + +Doctor +Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds +Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds +To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets: +More needs she the divine than the physician. +God, God forgive us all! Look after her; +Remove from her the means of all annoyance, +And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night: +My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. +I think, but dare not speak. + + + +Gentlewoman +Good night, good doctor. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane. +Drum and colours. Enter MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, +LENNOX, and Soldiers + + +MENTEITH +The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, +His uncle Siward and the good Macduff: +Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes +Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm +Excite the mortified man. + + + +ANGUS +Near Birnam wood +Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. + + + +CAITHNESS +Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? + + + +LENNOX +For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file +Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son, +And many unrough youths that even now +Protest their first of manhood. + + + +MENTEITH +What does the tyrant? + + + +CAITHNESS +Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: +Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him +Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, +He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause +Within the belt of rule. + + + +ANGUS +Now does he feel +His secret murders sticking on his hands; +Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; +Those he commands move only in command, +Nothing in love: now does he feel his title +Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe +Upon a dwarfish thief. + + + +MENTEITH +Who then shall blame +His pester'd senses to recoil and start, +When all that is within him does condemn +Itself for being there? + + + +CAITHNESS +Well, march we on, +To give obedience where 'tis truly owed: +Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal, +And with him pour we in our country's purge +Each drop of us. + + + +LENNOX +Or so much as it needs, +To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. +Make we our march towards Birnam. + + + +Exeunt, marching + + +SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle. +Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants + + +MACBETH +Bring me no more reports; let them fly all: +Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, +I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? +Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know +All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: +'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman +Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly, +false thanes, +And mingle with the English epicures: +The mind I sway by and the heart I bear +Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. +Enter a Servant +The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! +Where got'st thou that goose look? + + + +Servant +There is ten thousand-- + + + +MACBETH +Geese, villain! + + + +Servant +Soldiers, sir. + + + +MACBETH +Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, +Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? +Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine +Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? + + + +Servant +The English force, so please you. + + + +MACBETH +Take thy face hence. +Exit Servant +Seyton!--I am sick at heart, +When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push +Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. +I have lived 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, +Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton! + + + +Enter SEYTON + + +SEYTON +What is your gracious pleasure? + + + +MACBETH +What news more? + + + +SEYTON +All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. + + + +MACBETH +I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. +Give me my armour. + + + +SEYTON +'Tis not needed yet. + + + +MACBETH +I'll put it on. +Send out more horses; skirr the country round; +Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour. +How does your patient, doctor? + + + +Doctor +Not so sick, my lord, +As she is troubled with thick coming fancies, +That keep her from her rest. + + + +MACBETH +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 oblivious antidote +Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff +Which weighs upon the heart? + + + +Doctor +Therein the patient +Must minister to himself. + + + +MACBETH +Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. +Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff. +Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me. +Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast +The water of my land, find her disease, +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, cyme, or what purgative drug, +Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them? + + + +Doctor +Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation +Makes us hear something. + + + +MACBETH +Bring it after me. +I will not be afraid of death and bane, +Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. + + + +Doctor +Aside Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, +Profit again should hardly draw me here. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood. +Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD and YOUNG +SIWARD, MACDUFF, MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, +LENNOX, ROSS, and Soldiers, marching + + +MALCOLM +Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand +That chambers will be safe. + + + +MENTEITH +We doubt it nothing. + + + +SIWARD +What wood is this before us? + + + +MENTEITH +The wood of Birnam. + + + +MALCOLM +Let every soldier hew him down a bough +And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow +The numbers of our host and make discovery +Err in report of us. + + + +Soldiers +It shall be done. + + + +SIWARD +We learn no other but the confident tyrant +Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure +Our setting down before 't. + + + +MALCOLM +'Tis his main hope: +For where there is advantage to be given, +Both more and less have given him the revolt, +And none serve with him but constrained things +Whose hearts are absent too. + + + +MACDUFF +Let our just censures +Attend the true event, and put we on +Industrious soldiership. + + + +SIWARD +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 MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum +and colours + + +MACBETH +Hang out our banners on the outward walls; +The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strength +Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie +Till famine and the ague eat them up: +Were they not forced with those that should be ours, +We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, +And beat them backward home. +A cry of women within +What is that noise? + + + +SEYTON +It is the cry of women, my good lord. + + + +Exit + + +MACBETH +I have almost forgot the taste of fears; +The time has been, my senses would have cool'd +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 horrors; +Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts +Cannot once start me. +Re-enter SEYTON +Wherefore was that cry? + + + +SEYTON +The queen, my lord, is dead. + + + +MACBETH +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 heard 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 quickly. + + + +Messenger +Gracious my lord, +I should report that which I say I saw, +But know not how to do it. + + + +MACBETH +Well, say, sir. + + + +Messenger +As I did stand my watch upon the hill, +I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, +The wood began to move. + + + +MACBETH +Liar and slave! + + + +Messenger +Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: +Within this three mile may you see it coming; +I say, a moving grove. + + + +MACBETH +If thou speak'st false, +Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, +Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, +I care not if thou dost for me as much. +I pull in resolution, and begin +To doubt the equivocation of the fiend +That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood +Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood +Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out! +If this which he avouches does appear, +There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. +I gin to be aweary of the sun, +And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. +Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! +At least we'll die with harness on our back. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle. +Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, +and their Army, with boughs + + +MALCOLM +Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down. +And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle, +Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, +Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we +Shall take upon 's what else remains to do, +According to our order. + + + +SIWARD +Fare you well. +Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, +Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. + + + +MACDUFF +Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, +Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE VII. Another part of the field. +Alarums. Enter MACBETH + + +MACBETH +They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, +But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he +That was not born of woman? Such a one +Am I to fear, or none. + + + +Enter YOUNG SIWARD + + +YOUNG SIWARD +What is thy name? + + + +MACBETH +Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. + + + +YOUNG SIWARD +No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name +Than any is in hell. + + + +MACBETH +My name's Macbeth. + + + +YOUNG SIWARD +The devil himself could not pronounce a title +More hateful to mine ear. + + + +MACBETH +No, nor more fearful. + + + +YOUNG SIWARD +Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword +I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. + + + +They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain + + +MACBETH +Thou wast born of woman +But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, +Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. + + +Exit +Alarums. Enter MACDUFF + + +MACDUFF +That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! +If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, +My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. +I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms +Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth, +Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge +I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; +By this great clatter, one of greatest note +Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! +And more I beg not. + + +Exit. Alarums +Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD + + +SIWARD +This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd: +The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; +The noble thanes do bravely in the war; +The day almost itself professes yours, +And little is to do. + + + +MALCOLM +We have met with foes +That strike beside us. + + + +SIWARD +Enter, sir, the castle. + + + +Exeunt. Alarums + + +SCENE VIII. Another part of the field. +Enter MACBETH + + +MACBETH +Why should I play the Roman fool, and die +On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes +Do better upon them. + + + +Enter MACDUFF + + +MACDUFF +Turn, hell-hound, turn! + + + +MACBETH +Of all men else I have avoided thee: +But get thee back; my soul is too much charged +With blood of thine already. + + + +MACDUFF +I have no words: +My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain +Than terms can give thee out! + + + +They fight + + +MACBETH +Thou losest labour: +As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air +With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed: +Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; +I bear a charmed life, which must not yield, +To one of woman born. + + + +MACDUFF +Despair thy charm; +And let the angel whom thou still hast served +Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb +Untimely ripp'd. + + + +MACBETH +Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, +For it hath cow'd my better part of man! +And be these juggling fiends no more believed, +That palter with us in a double sense; +That keep the word of promise to our ear, +And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. + + + +MACDUFF +Then yield thee, coward, +And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: +We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, +Painted on a pole, and underwrit, +'Here may you see the tyrant.' + + + +MACBETH +I will not yield, +To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, +And to be baited with the rabble's curse. +Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, +And thou opposed, being of no woman born, +Yet I will try the last. Before my body +I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, +And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!' + + +Exeunt, fighting. Alarums +Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, +MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers + + +MALCOLM +I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. + + + +SIWARD +Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, +So great a day as this is cheaply bought. + + + +MALCOLM +Macduff is missing, and your noble son. + + + +ROSS +Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: +He only lived but till he was a man; +The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd +In the unshrinking station where he fought, +But like a man he died. + + + +SIWARD +Then he is dead? + + + +ROSS +Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow +Must not be measured by his worth, for then +It hath no end. + + + +SIWARD +Had he his hurts before? + + + +ROSS +Ay, on the front. + + + +SIWARD +Why then, God's soldier be he! +Had I as many sons as I have hairs, +I would not wish them to a fairer death: +And so, his knell is knoll'd. + + + +MALCOLM +He's worth more sorrow, +And that I'll spend for him. + + + +SIWARD +He's worth no more +They say he parted well, and paid his score: +And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort. + + + +Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head + + +MACDUFF +Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands +The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: +I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, +That speak my salutation in their minds; +Whose voices I desire aloud with mine: +Hail, King of Scotland! + + + +ALL +Hail, King of Scotland! + + + +Flourish + + +MALCOLM +We shall not spend a large expense of time +Before we reckon with your several loves, +And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, +Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland +In such an honour named. What's more to do, +Which would be planted newly with the time, +As calling home our exiled friends abroad +That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; +Producing forth the cruel ministers +Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, +Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands +Took off her life; this, and what needful else +That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, +We will perform in measure, time and place: +So, thanks to all at once and to each one, +Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. + + + +Flourish. Exeunt + + + diff --git a/macbeth_analyzer.rb b/macbeth_analyzer.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..91fe8ca --- /dev/null +++ b/macbeth_analyzer.rb @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +require_relative 'lib/http_content.rb' +require_relative 'lib/shakespeare_analyzer' +macbeth_url = "http://www.ibiblio.org/xml/examples/shakespeare/macbeth.xml" +content = HttpContent.new(macbeth_url) +analyzer = ShakespeareAnalyzer.new(content.data) +analyzer.analyze +result = analyzer.result +analyzer.print_result diff --git a/result.txt b/result.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..757621e --- /dev/null +++ b/result.txt @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +718 Macbeth +265 Lady macbeth +212 Malcolm +180 Macduff +135 Ross +113 Banquo +73 Lennox +70 Duncan +62 First witch +46 Porter +45 Doctor +41 Lady macduff +39 Hecate +35 Sergeant +30 First murderer +30 Siward +27 Third witch +27 Second witch +24 All +23 Gentlewoman +23 Messenger +21 Lord +21 Angus +20 Son +15 Second murderer +12 Menteith +11 Old man +11 Caithness +10 Donalbain +8 Third murderer +7 Young siward +5 Third apparition +5 Seyton +5 Servant +4 Second apparition +3 Lords +2 First apparition +2 Fleance +2 Both murderers +1 Attendant +1 Soldiers +1 Macbethlennox \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/spec/content_spec.rb b/spec/content_spec.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f724fe8 --- /dev/null +++ b/spec/content_spec.rb @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +require_relative '../lib/content' +describe Content do + before do + @content = Content.new("") + end + subject { @content } + it {should respond_to(:source)} + it {should respond_to(:data)} + it {should respond_to(:get_content_from_source)} +end \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/spec/file_content_spec.rb b/spec/file_content_spec.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aea1189 --- /dev/null +++ b/spec/file_content_spec.rb @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +require_relative '../lib/file_content' +describe FileContent do + before do + @content = FileContent.new("macbeth.xml") + end + subject { @content } + it {should respond_to(:source)} + it {should respond_to(:data)} + describe "#get_content_from_source" do + it "should return a Nokigiri document" do + expect(@content.data.class).to eq(Nokogiri::XML::Document) + end + end +end \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/spec/http_content_spec.rb b/spec/http_content_spec.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b6abe92 --- /dev/null +++ b/spec/http_content_spec.rb @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +require_relative '../lib/http_content' +require 'spec_helper' +describe HttpContent do + before do + macbeth_url = "http://www.ibiblio.org/xml/examples/shakespeare/macbeth.xml" + macbeth_xml = %Q( + + First Witch + When shall we three meet again + In thunder, lightning, or in rain? + And I prevail finally + + ) + stub_request(:get, macbeth_url).to_return(body: macbeth_xml) + @content = HttpContent.new(macbeth_url) + end + subject { @content } + it {should respond_to(:source)} + it {should respond_to(:data)} + describe "#get_content_from_source" do + it "should return a Nokigiri document" do + expect(@content.data.class).to eq(Nokogiri::XML::Document) + end + end + + +end \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/spec/shakespeare_analyzer_spec.rb b/spec/shakespeare_analyzer_spec.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cf063c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/spec/shakespeare_analyzer_spec.rb @@ -0,0 +1,141 @@ +require_relative '../lib/shakespeare_analyzer' +require 'content' +require 'file_content' +require 'string_content' +require 'http_content' +#require 'spec_helper' +describe "ShakespeareAnalyzer" do + + before do + @macbeth_url = "http://www.ibiblio.org/xml/examples/shakespeare/macbeth.xml" + @macbeth_xml = %Q( + + + + + First Witch + When shall we three meet again + In thunder, lightning, or in rain? + And I prevail finally + + + Second Witch + When the hurlyburly's done, + When the battle's lost and won. + + + Third Witch + That will be ere the set of sun. + + + + + First Witch + When shall we three meet again + In thunder, lightning, or in rain? + And I prevail finally + + + Second Witch + When the hurlyburly's done, + When the battle's lost and won. + + + Third Witch + That will be ere the set of sun. + + + + + + + First Witch + When shall we three meet again + In thunder, lightning, or in rain? + And I prevail finally + + + Second Witch + When the hurlyburly's done, + When the battle's lost and won. + + + Third Witch + That will be ere the set of sun. + + + + + First Witch + When shall we three meet again + In thunder, lightning, or in rain? + And I prevail finally + + + Second Witch + When the hurlyburly's done, + When the battle's lost and won. + + + Fourth Witch + That will be ere the set of sun. + + + + + ) + end + + it "should respond to #analyze" do + content = StringContent.new(@macbeth_url) + analyzer = ShakespeareAnalyzer.new(content.data) + expect(analyzer).to respond_to(:analyze) + end + + it "should respond to #print_result" do + content = StringContent.new(@macbeth_url) + analyzer = ShakespeareAnalyzer.new(content.data) + expect(analyzer).to respond_to(:print_result) + end + + describe "#initialize" do + it "takes in the content and stores the downloaded data in @data" do + content = StringContent.new(@macbeth_url) + analyzer = ShakespeareAnalyzer.new(content.data) + expect(analyzer.doc.class).to eq(Nokogiri::XML::Document) + end + end + + + it "can analyze an xml string" do + + content = StringContent.new(@macbeth_xml) + analyzer = ShakespeareAnalyzer.new(content.data) + analyzer.analyze + result = analyzer.result + expect(result).to eq({"First Witch"=>12, "Second Witch"=>8, "Third Witch"=>3,"Fourth Witch" => 1}) + end + + it "can analyze an xml file" do + content = FileContent.new("macbeth.xml") + analyzer = ShakespeareAnalyzer.new(content.data) + analyzer.analyze + result = analyzer.result + expect(result).to eq({"First Witch"=>62, "Second Witch"=>27, "Third Witch"=>27, "ALL"=>24, "DUNCAN"=>70, "MALCOLM"=>212, "Sergeant"=>35, "LENNOX"=>73, "ROSS"=>135, "MACBETH"=>718, "BANQUO"=>113, "ANGUS"=>21, "LADY MACBETH"=>265, "Messenger"=>23, "FLEANCE"=>2, "Porter"=>46, "MACDUFF"=>180, "MACBETHLENNOX"=>1, "DONALBAIN"=>10, "Old Man"=>11, "ATTENDANT"=>1, "First Murderer"=>30, "Second Murderer"=>15, "Both Murderers"=>2, "Servant"=>5, "Third Murderer"=>8, "Lords"=>3, "HECATE"=>39, "Lord"=>21, "First Apparition"=>2, "Second Apparition"=>4, "Third Apparition"=>5, "LADY MACDUFF"=>41, "Son"=>20, "Doctor"=>45, "Gentlewoman"=>23, "MENTEITH"=>12, "CAITHNESS"=>11, "SEYTON"=>5, "SIWARD"=>30, "Soldiers"=>1, "YOUNG SIWARD"=>7}) + end + + it "can analyze xml file from internet" do + stub_request(:get, "http://www.ibiblio.org/xml/examples/shakespeare/macbeth.xml"). + to_return(:status => 200, :body => @macbeth_xml, :headers => {}) + content = HttpContent.new(@macbeth_url) + analyzer = ShakespeareAnalyzer.new(content.data) + analyzer.analyze + result = analyzer.result + expect(result).to eq({"First Witch"=>12, "Second Witch"=>8, "Third Witch"=>3,"Fourth Witch" => 1}) + end +end + + + + + diff --git a/spec/spec_helper.rb b/spec/spec_helper.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a5548c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/spec/spec_helper.rb @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +require 'webmock/rspec' \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/spec/string_content_spec.rb b/spec/string_content_spec.rb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c4789da --- /dev/null +++ b/spec/string_content_spec.rb @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +require_relative '../lib/string_content' +describe StringContent do + before do + macbeth_xml = %Q( + + + First Witch + When shall we three meet again + In thunder, lightning, or in rain? + And I prevail finally + + + ) + @content = StringContent.new(macbeth_xml) + end + subject { @content } + it {should respond_to(:source)} + it {should respond_to(:data)} + describe "#get_content_from_source" do + it "should return a Nokigiri document" do + expect(@content.data.class).to eq(Nokogiri::XML::Document) + end + end +end \ No newline at end of file