act v scene i dunsinane ante-room in the castle enter a doctor of physic and a waiting gentlewoman i have two nights watched with you but can perceive no truth in your report when was it she last walked since his majesty went into the field i have seen her rise from her bed throw her nightgown upon her unlock her closet take forth paper fold it write upon it read it afterwards seal it and again return to bed yet all this while in a most fast sleep 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 that sir which i will not report after her you may to me and tis most meet you should neither to you nor any one having no witness to confirm my speech enter lady macbeth with a taper lady mac lo you here she comes this is her very guise and upon my life fast asleep observe her stand close how came she by that light lady macbeth why it stood by her she has a light by her continually tis her command lady macbeth you see her eyes are open lady macbeth ay but their sense is shut lady macbeth what is it she does now look how she rubs her hands 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 yet here's a spot hark she speaks i will set down what comes from her to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly out damned spot out i say one two why then "'Tis time to do it. Hell is murky."'Fie, my lord, fie! "'A soldier and a feared."'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?'"'Do you mock that? ' 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 go to go to you have known what you should not she has spoke what she should not i am sure of that heaven knows what she has known here's the smell o the blood still all the perfumes of arabia will not sweeten this little hand oh oh oh what a size there the heart is sorely charged i would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body well well well pray god it be sir This disease is beyond my practice.
Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds. Wash your hands. Put on your nightgown. Look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banco's buried.
He cannot come out on's grave. Even so? To bed, to bed. There's no king at the gate.
Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
Exit. Will she go now to bed? Directly. 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 by sight i think but dare not speak good night good doctor act v scene two the country near dunsinane drum and colours into menteith caithness angus lennox and soldiers the english power is near led on by malcolm his uncle siward and the good macduff revenge is burned in them for their dear causes would to the bleeding and the grim alarm excite the mortified man Near Burnham Wood shall we well meet them. That way are they coming.
Who knows if Donald Bain be with his brother? For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file of all the gentry. There is Seawood's son, and many unruff youths that even now protest their first of manhood.
What does the tyrant? Great Dunstanane 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 distempered cause within the belt of rule.
Now does he feel his secret murders sticking on his hands. Now minutely revolts a bravest 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 rope upon a dwarfish thief.
Who then shall blame his pestered senses to recoil and start? when all that is within him does condemn itself for being there well march we on to give obedience where tis truly owed meet we the medicine of sickly weal and with him pour we in our country's purge each drop of us or so much as it needs to dew the sovereign flow and drown the weeds make we a march towards burnham march act five scene three dun a room in the castle enter macbeth doctor and attendants bring me no more reports let them fly all till burnham 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 gottest thou that goose-luck there is ten thousand Soldier, sir. Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear, thou lily-livered boy. What soldier's patch? Death of thy soul.
Those linen cheeks of thine are counsel as to fear. What soldier's way-face? The English force so please you. Take thy face hence. Exit servant.
Satan, I am sick at heart when I behold. Satan, I say. this push will cheer me ever or deceit me now i have lived long enough my way of life is fallen into the seer 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 Satan! Enter Satan.
What is your gracious pleasure? What news more? All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.
I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. Give me my armour. Tis not needed yet.
I'll put it on. Send out more horses. Scur the country round. Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
How does your patient, Doctor? Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from her rest. Cure her of that.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased? Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raise out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart? Therein the patient must minister to himself.
Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. Come, put mine armour on, give me my staff. Satan, 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. Pulled off, I say.
What rhubarb, syme, or what What purgative drug would scour these English hence? Hearest thou of them? I, my good lord, your royal preparation makes us hear something. Bring it after me. I am the king of England.
i will not be afraid of death and bane till burnham forest come to dunsinane aside were i from dunsinane away and clear proffitt again should hardly draw me here exeunt act five scene four country near burnham wood drum and colours enter malcolm seawood and young seawood macduff menteith caithness angus lennox ross and soldiers marching. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand that chambers will be safe. We doubted nothing.
What wood is this before us? The wood of Burnham. Let every soldier hew him down a bow and bear it before him. Thereby shall we shadow the numbers of our host and make discovery ere in report of us.
It shall be done. We learn no other but the confident tyrant keeps still in Dunsinane. and will endure our setting down before it it is his main hope for where there is advantage to be given both more and less have given him the revolt and none serve him but constrain things whose hearts are absent too let our just censures attend the true event and put we on industrious soldiership 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 marching act five scene five dunce and a within the castle enter macbeth seaton and soldiers with drum and colours 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 it is the cry of women my good lord exit 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 dioness familiar to my slaughterous thoughts cannot once start me re-enter satan satan wherefore was that cry the queen my lord is dead 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 gracious my lord i should report that which i say i saw but know not how to do it say sir as i did stand my watch upon the hill i looked toward burnham and anon methought the wood began to move liar and slave let me endure your wrath if t be not so within this three mile may you see it coming i say a moving grove 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, or burn and wood do come to Dunsinane, and now a wood comes towards Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out! If this which he avouches does appear, there is no flying hence, nor tarrying here. I gin to be aweary of the sun, and wish the estates of the world were now undone.
ring the alarum bell blow wind come rack at least we'll die with harness on our back act five scene six dunce before the castle drum and colours enter malcolm seaward macduff and their army with bows now near enough your leafy screens throw down and show like those you are worthy uncle shall with my cousin your right noble son lead our first battle worthy macduffan we shall take upon us what else remains to do according to our order fair you well do we but find the tyrant's power to-night let us be beaten if we cannot fight make all our trumpets speak give them all breath those clamorous harbingers of blood and death act five scene seven another part of the field alarums enter 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 seaward what is thy name young seaward thou'lt be afraid to hear it no Though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than any in hell. My name's Macbeth. The devil himself could not pronounce a title more hateful to mine ear.
No, no more fearful. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant. With my sword I'll prove the lie thou speakest. They fight, and young Seawood is slain. Thou wast born of woman, but swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn.
brandished by man that's of a woman born exit alarums enter 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 cairns whose arms are hired to bear their staves either thou macbeth or else my sword with an unbetter'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 seaward this way my lord the castle's gently rendered 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 we have met with foes that strike beside us enter sir the castle a alarum act five scene eight another part of the field enter 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 turn hell-hound of all men else i have avoided thee but get thee back my soul is too much charged with blood of thine already I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out. They fight.
Thou losest labour. As easy mayst thou the entrenchant 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. despair thy charm and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee macduff was from his mother's womb untimely accursed be that tongue that tells me so for it hath cowed 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 then yield thee coward and lift to me the show and gaze of the time we'll have thee as our rarer monsters are painted on a pole and under it here may you see the tyrant i will not yield to kiss the ground before young malcolm's feet and to be baited with the rabble's curse though burnham would become 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 damned be him that first cries hold enough fighting alarums retreat flourish enter with drum and colours malcolm seaward ross the other thanes and soldiers how would the friends we miss were safe arrived captain rome some must go off and yet by these i see so great a day as this is cheaply bought captain rome macduff is missing and your noble son mrs b 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 confirmed in the unshrinking station where he fought, but like a man he died. Then he is dead? Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.
Had he his hurts before? Ay, on the front. Why then, God's soldier be he. had i as many sons as i have heirs i would not wish them to a fairer death and so his knell is knoll'd he's worth more sorrow and that i'll spend for him 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 hail king For so thou art. Behold where stands the usurper's cursed head.
The time is free. I see thee compassed with thy kingdom's pearl, that speak my salutation in their minds, whose voices I desire aloud with mine. Hail, King of Scotland! Hail, King of Scotland! Flourish.
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 crowned at scone flourish exeunt end of act five end of the tragedy of macbeth by william shakspere