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, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st. Fight, and Young Siward slain MACBETH                              Thou wast born of woman; But swords I smile […]

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        […]

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.  [The soldiers throw down the boughs] You, worthy uncle, Shall with my cousin, your right noble son, Lead our first battle. Worthy MacDuff and we Shall take upon’s […]

MACBETH                  If thou speak’st false Upon the next tree shall thou hang alive Till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pall in resolution, and begin To doubt th’equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth. ‘Fear not, till Birnam Wood Do come […]

Enter a Messenger MACBETH                  Thou com’st 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’t. MACBETH                              Well? Say, sir. MESSENGER  As I did stand my watch upon the hill I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought The […]

MACBETH      She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow 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 […]

MACBETH      I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cooled 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 supped full with horrors. Direness familiar to my slaughterous thoughts Cannot once start me. […]

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, […]

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 gone Both more and less have given him the revolt, And none serve with him but constrainèd things Whose hearts are absent too. […]

Drum and colours. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, Siward’s Son, Menteith, Caithness, Angus, 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 […]