Let us seek out some desolate shade and there Weep our sad bosoms empty.

let us seek out some desolate shade and there weep our sad bosoms empty.

let us seek out some desolate shade and there weep our sad b

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.

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.

let us rather hold fast the mortal sword, and, like good men

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.

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.

what i believe, i’ll wail; what know, believe; and what i ca

I am not treacherous.

i am not treacherous.

i am not treacherous.

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.

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.

but macbeth is. a good and virtuous nature may recoil in an

I have lost my hopes.

i have lost my hopes.

i have lost my hopes.

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.

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.

perchance even there where i did find my doubts. why in that

Bleed, bleed, poor country! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dare not check 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.

bleed, bleed, poor country! great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, for goodness dare not check 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.

bleed, bleed, poor country! great tyranny, lay thou thy basi

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.

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.

be not offended: i speak not as in absolute fear of you. i t

What should he be?

what should he be?

what should he be?

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 compar’d With my confineless harms.

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 compar’d with my confineless harms.

it is myself i mean; in whom i know all the particulars of v

Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn’d In evils to top Macbeth.

not in the legions of horrid hell can come a devil more damn’d in evils to top macbeth.

not in the legions of horrid hell can come a devil more damn

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.

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.

i grant him bloody, luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,

Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny; it hath been Th’ 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 inclin’d.

boundless intemperance in nature is a tyranny; it hath been th’ 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 inclin’d.

boundless intemperance in nature is a tyranny; it hath been

With this there grows In my most ill-compos’d affection such A staunchless 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.

with this there grows in my most ill-compos’d affection such a staunchless 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.

with this there grows in my most ill-compos’d affection such

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.

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.

this avarice sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root

But I have none: the king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temp’rance, 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.

but i have none: the king-becoming graces, as justice, verity, temp’rance, 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.

but i have none: the king-becoming graces, as justice, verit

O Scotland, Scotland!

o scotland, scotland!

o scotland, scotland!

If such a one be fit to govern, speak: I am as I have spoken.

if such a one be fit to govern, speak: i am as i have spoken.

if such a one be fit to govern, speak: i am as i have spoken

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 accus’d, And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father Was a most sainted king. The queen that bore thee, Oft’ner 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!

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 accus’d, and does blaspheme his breed? thy royal father was a most sainted king. the queen that bore thee, oft’ner 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!

fit to govern? no, not to live.—o nation miserable, with an

Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconcil’d 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, this noble passion, child of integrity, hath from my soul wiped the black scruples, reconcil’d 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, this noble passion, child of integrity, hath from m

Such welcome and unwelcome things at once ’Tis hard to reconcile.

such welcome and unwelcome things at once ’tis hard to reconcile.

such welcome and unwelcome things at once ’tis hard to recon

Well; more anon.—Comes the King forth, I pray you?

well; more anon.—comes the king forth, i pray you?

well; more anon.—comes the king forth, i pray you?

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.

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.

ay, sir. there are a crew of wretched souls that stay his cu

I thank you, doctor.

i thank you, doctor.

i thank you, doctor.

What’s the disease he means?

what’s the disease he means?

what’s the disease he means?

’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.

’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.

’tis call’d the evil: a most miraculous work in this good ki

See, who comes here?

see, who comes here?

see, who comes here?

My countryman; but yet I know him not.

my countryman; but yet i know him not.

my countryman; but yet i know him not.

My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

my ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

my ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

I know him now. Good God, betimes remove The means that makes us strangers!

i know him now. good god, betimes remove the means that makes us strangers!

i know him now. good god, betimes remove the means that make

Sir, amen.

sir, amen.

sir, amen.

Stands Scotland where it did?

stands scotland where it did?

stands scotland where it did?

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 rent 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.

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 rent 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.

alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! it cannot

O, relation Too nice, and yet too true!

o, relation too nice, and yet too true!

o, relation too nice, and yet too true!

What’s the newest grief?

what’s the newest grief?

what’s the newest grief?

That of an hour’s age doth hiss the speaker; Each minute teems a new one.

that of an hour’s age doth hiss the speaker; each minute teems a new one.

that of an hour’s age doth hiss the speaker; each minute tee

How does my wife?

how does my wife?

how does my wife?

Why, well.

why, well.

why, well.

And all my children?

and all my children?

and all my children?

Well too.

well too.

well too.

The tyrant has not batter’d at their peace?

the tyrant has not batter’d at their peace?

the tyrant has not batter’d at their peace?

No; they were well at peace when I did leave ’em.

no; they were well at peace when i did leave ’em.

no; they were well at peace when i did leave ’em.

Be not a niggard of your speech: how goes’t?

be not a niggard of your speech: how goes’t?

be not a niggard of your speech: how goes’t?

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 afoot. Now is the time of help. Your eye in Scotland Would create soldiers, make our women fight, To doff their dire distresses.

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 afoot. now is the time of help. your eye in scotland would create soldiers, make our women fight, to doff their dire distresses.

when i came hither to transport the tidings, which i have he

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.

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.

be’t their comfort we are coming thither. gracious england h

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.

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.

would i could answer this comfort with the like! but i have

What concern they? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief Due to some single breast?

what concern they? the general cause? or is it a fee-grief due to some single breast?

what concern they? the general cause? or is it a fee-grief d

No mind that’s honest But in it shares some woe, though the main part Pertains to you alone.

no mind that’s honest but in it shares some woe, though the main part pertains to you alone.

no mind that’s honest but in it shares some woe, though the

If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

if it be mine, keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

if it be mine, keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard.

let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, which shall possess them with the heaviest sound that ever yet they heard.

let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, which shall po

Humh! I guess at it.

humh! i guess at it.

humh! i guess at it.

Your castle is surpris’d; 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.

your castle is surpris’d; 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.

your castle is surpris’d; your wife and babes savagely slaug

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.

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.

merciful heaven!— what, man! ne’er pull your hat upon your b

My children too?

my children too?

my children too?

Wife, children, servants, all That could be found.

wife, children, servants, all that could be found.

wife, children, servants, all that could be found.

And I must be from thence! My wife kill’d too?

and i must be from thence! my wife kill’d too?

and i must be from thence! my wife kill’d too?

I have said.

i have said.

i have said.

Be comforted: Let’s make us med’cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief.

be comforted: let’s make us med’cines of our great revenge, to cure this deadly grief.

be comforted: let’s make us med’cines of our great revenge,

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?

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?

he has no children.—all my pretty ones? did you say all?—o h

Dispute it like a man.

dispute it like a man.

dispute it like a man.

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!

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!

i shall do so; but i must also feel it as a man: i cannot bu

Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

be this the whetstone of your sword. let grief convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

be this the whetstone of your sword. let grief convert to an

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!

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!

o, i could play the woman with mine eyes, and braggart with

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.

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.

this tune goes manly. come, go we to the king. our power is