And leave them honeyless. Ant. Not stingless too. Bru. O yes, and soundless too; For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony, And very wisely threat before you sting. Ant. Villains, you did not so when your vile daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar: You shew'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: If Cassius might have ruled. Oct. Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us The proof of it will turn to redder drops. [sweat, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller! This is my birthday; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: Be thou my witness, that, against my will, As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set Upon one battle all our liberties. Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost, Cas. I but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved To meet all perils very constantly. Cas. Now, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may, But, since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Through the streets of Rome? Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Therefore our everlasting farewell take :- And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away! [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. The Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions on the other side: Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, [Loud alarum. Pin. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord! Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off. Cas. This hill is far enough.-Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? Tit. They are, my lord. Cas. Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, And here again; that I may rest assured My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, SCENE V.] Mes. Is not that he? Tit. No, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun! JULIUS CESAR. Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed. Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child! Why dost thou shew to the apt thoughts of men But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee! Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears: I may say thrusting it; For piercing steel and darts envenomed Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight. Tit. Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit MESSALA. Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they [shouts? And bid me give't thee? Didst thou not hear their By your leave, gods:-this is a Roman's part: [Dies. Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO, Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Cato. He is slain. Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. Cato. Brave Titinius! [Low alarums. Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads! Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field : I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! [Charges the enemy. [Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is overpowered, Lucil. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Lucil. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering money. Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. 1 Sold. We must not.-A noble prisoner! 2 Sold. Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. The gods defend him from so great a shame! [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field. Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; Dar. O Clitus! [Whispers him. Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me Vol. Not so, my lord. Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: Good Volumnius, It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. I found no man but he was true to me. I shall have glory by this losing day, Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, [Alarum. Cry within, "Fly, fly, fly!" Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence! I will follow thee. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS. I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: SCENE L-An open Place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 Witch. When the huriyburly 's done, When the battle's lost and won. 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun. 1 Witch. Where the place? 2 Witch. Upon the heath. 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin! All. Paddock cails:-Anon Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. [Witches vanish. SCENE II.-A Camp near FORES. Alarum within. Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONAL- Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, Mal. This is the sergeant, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Sold. Doubtfully 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 Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied; Carved out his passage, till he faced the slave; Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels, Who comes here? Len. What haste looks through his eyes! So should he That seems to speak things strange. Rosse. God save the king! Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Rosse. From Fife, great king, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: Dun. Great happiness! Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; [look, Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest:-go, pronounce his death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Rosse. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'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, 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 1 Witch. Thou art kind. 3 Witch. And I another. 1 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 Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine, 2 Witch. Shew me, shew me. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. 3 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:- [Drum within. Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. Mach. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, Macb. Speak, if you can;-what are you? 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! [after. 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! thou shalt be king hereBan. 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 shew? My noble partner That he seems rapt withal;-to me you speak not: And say which grain will grow, and which will not, 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! 1 Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence With such prophetic greeting:-speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them :--whither are they vanish'd? Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted Macb. Your children shall be kings. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too,-went it not so? Enter Rosse and ANGUS. Rosse. 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 self-same 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. Ban. That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Mach. [Aside.] Two truths are told, Of the imperial theme.-[Aloud.] I thank you, gentle- Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, But what is not. To find the mind's construction in the face: Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Rosse, and Angus. The sin of my ingratitude even now To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved; Macb. 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 everything Safe toward your love and honour. Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Ban. There if I grow, Dun. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine And bind us further to you. Macb. 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. Dun. My worthy Cawdor! [step Mach. [Aside. The prince of Cumberland! that is a 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: To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, Glamis, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it; To have thee crown'd withal.-What is your tidings? Attend. The king comes here to-night. Is not thy master with him? who, were 't so, Would have inform'd for preparation. Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is com One of my fellows had the speed of him; Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Lady M. Give him tending; [ing: He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Mach. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes. Lady M. 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, The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see! [Exit. Lady M. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. SCENE V.-INVERNESS. A Room in MACBETH'S Castle. Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter. Lady M. "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 mightest 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, [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same. Before the Castle. Hautboys. Servants of MACBETH attending. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LESOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Enter LADY MACBETH. Dun. 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 yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. |