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The cry is still, They come : Our castle's strength Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Till famine, and the ague, eat them up:

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them
Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, all breath,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, Those clamorous barbingers of blood and death.
And beat them backward home. What is that noise?

(Ereunt. Alarums continued. [.A cry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

SCENE VII.The same. Another part of the Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :

plain. Enter Macbeth. The time has been, my senses would have cool'd Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, To hear a night-shriek; and my felll of hair But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he, Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir That was not born of woman? Such a one As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors ; || Am I to fear, or none. Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. - Wherefore was that cry?

Enter Young Siward. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. She should have died hereafter;


Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. There would have been a time for such a word.

Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hot. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

ter name Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

Than any is in bell. To the last syllable of recorded time;


My name's Macbeth.

Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle !

More hateful to mine ear.
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and fiets his hour upon the stage,


No, nor more fearful. And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my

sword Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

[They fight, and Young Siward is slain. Enter a Messenger.


Thou wast born of woman.Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Mess. Gracious my lord,

Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. (Er. I shall report that which I say I saw,

Alarums. Enter Macduff.
But know not how to do it.
Well, gay, sir.

Macd. That way the noise is :- Tyrant, show Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,

thy face : I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,

If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,

My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. The wood began to move.

cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Macb.

Liar, and slave!
(Striking him

Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: || 1 sheath ayain undeeded. There thou should'st be;

Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Within this three mile may you see it coming ;

By this great clatter, one of greatest note I say, a moving grove.

Seems bruited :5 Let me find him, fortune! Macb.

If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,

And more I beg not.

[Erit. Alarum. Till famine cling2 thee: if thy speech be sooth,

Enter Malcolm and Old Siward. I care not if thou dost for me as much.

Siw. This way, my lord ;-the castle's gently I pull in resolution ; and begin

renderd: To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood

The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
Do come to Dunsinane ;—and now a wood The day almost itself professes yours,
Comes toward Dunsinane. — Arm, arm, and out! | And litile is to do.
If this, which he avouches, does appear,


We have met with foes There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. That strike beside us. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,


Enter, sir, the castle. And wish the estate o'the world were now undone. —

(Ereunt. Alarum. Ring the alarum bell :-- Blow, wind! rome, wrack ! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Re-enter Macbeth.

(Exeunt. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and SCENE VI.-The same. A plain before the lon mine own sword? wbiles I see lives, the gashes

die castle. Enter, with drums and colours, Malcolm,

Do better upon them. Old Siward, Macduff, &c. and their army, with boughs.

Re-enter Macduff. Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw Macd.

Turn, hell-hound, tum. down,

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : And show like those you are :- You, worthy uncle,|| But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, With blood of thine already. Lead our first battle : worthy Macduff , and we, Macd.

I have no words, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain According to our order.

Than terms can give thee out! (They fight. Sir. Fare you well. Macb.

Thou losest labour : (1) Skin. (2) Shrivel.

(3) Armour. (4) Soldiers. (5) Reported with clamour.

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As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air!

Mal. .

He's worth more sorrow,
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed : || And that I'll spend for him.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;


He's worth no more ;
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield They say, he parted well, and paid his score :
To one of woman born.

So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort.

Despair thy charm;
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,

Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head on a pole.
Tell thee, Ma duif was from his mother's womb Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art : Behold,
Untimtiy ripp'd.

where stands
Mach. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, The usurper's cursed head: the time is free :
For it bath cow'd my better part of man! I see thee compass'd with thy kingdoin's pearl,
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That speak my salutation in their minds;
That paltera with us in a double sense ;

Whose voices 1 desire aloud with mine,
That keep the word of promise to our ear, Hail, king of Scotland!
And break it to our hope.--I'll not fight with thee. AU.

King of Scotland, hail !
Macd. Then yield ihee, coward,

And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time,
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Before we reckon with your several loves,
Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,

And make us even with you. My thanes and kins.
Here may you see the tyrant.

men, Macb.

I'll not yield, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

Which would be planted newly with the time,
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, As calling home our exil'd friends abroad,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,

Tbat fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Yet I will try the last : Before

Producing forth the cruel ministers
I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff; of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ;
And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands

(Ereunt, fighting. | Took off her life ;-—This, and what needful else

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and We will perform in measure, time, and place: colours, Malcolm, Ol Siward, Rosse, Lenox, || So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Angus, Cathness, Menteth, and Soldiers.

Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar

(Flourish. Exeunt.
Siw. Some must go off : and yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's This play is deservedly celebrated for the pro-
debt :

priety of its fiction, and solemnity, grandeur, and He only liv'd but till he was a man;

variety of its action; but it has no nice discriminaThe which no sooner had his

prowess confirm'd

tions of character: the events are too great to adIn the unshrinking station where he fought, mit the influence of particular dispositions, and the But like a man he died.

course of the action necessarily determines the conSiw.

Then he is dead? duct of the agents. Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause The danger of ambition is well described ; and of sorrow

I know not whether it may not be said, in defence Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then of some parts which now seem improbable, that It bath no end.

in Shakspeare's time it was necessary to warn creSiro.

Had he his hurts before? dulity against vain and illusive predictions.
Rosse. Ay, on the front.

The passions are directed to their true end. Lady

Why then, God's soldier be he! | Macbeth is merely detested ; and though the cou. Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

rage of Macbeth preserves some esteem, yet every I would not wish them to a fairer death :

reader rejoices at his fall. And so his knell is knollid.

JOHNSON. (1) The air, which cannot be cut. (2) Shuffle. (3) The kingdom's wealth or ornament.


King John.

Lewis, the dauphin.
Prince Henry, his son ; afterward King Henry III. || Arch-duke of Austria.
Arthur, duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late Cardinal Pandulph, the pope's legale.

duke of Bretagne, the elder brother of Melun, a French lord.
King John.

Chatillon, ambassador from France to King John.
William Marshall, Earl of Pembroke.
Geffrey Fitz-Peter, Earl of Essex, chief justici- Elinor, the widow of King Henry II. and mother
ary of England.

of King John. William Longsword, Earl of Salisbury.

Constance, mother to Arthur. Robert Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.

Blanch, daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, Hubert de Burgh, chamberlain to the king.

and niece to King John. Robert Faulconbridge, son of Sir Robert Faul-|| Lady Faulconbridge, mother to the bastard, and conbridge.

Robert Faulconbridge. Philip Faulconbridge, his half-brother, bastard || Lords, ladies, citizens of Angiers, sheriff, heralds,

son to King Richard the First. James Gurney, servant lo Lady Faulconbridge.

officers, soldiers, messengers, and other attendPeter of Pomfret, a prophel.

Scene, sometimes in England, and sometimes in Philip, King of France.




for us.


The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :

So, bence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath, SCENE 1.—Northampton. A room of state in And sullen presage of your own decay.--the palace. Enter King John, Queen Elinor, An honourable conduct let him have Pembroke, Essex, Salisbury, and others, with | Pembroke, look to't: Farewell, Chatillon. Chatillon

(Ereunt Chatillon and Pembroke. King John.

Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said, Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with | Till she had kindled France, and all the world,

How that ambitious Coustance would not cease, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king of This might have been prevented, and made wbole,

Upon the right and party of her son?

With very easy arguments of love;
In my behaviour,' to the majesty,

Which now the manage2 of two kingdoms must The borrow'd majesty of England here.

With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. Eli. A strange beginning ;-borrow'd majesty !

K. John. Our strong possession, and our right K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embassy.

Eli. Your strong possession, much more than Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf

your right; Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son,

Or else it must go wrong with you, and me : Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim

So much my conscience whispers in your ear; To this fair island, and the territories ;

Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine : Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,

Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whisWhich sways usurpingly these several titles ; And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Esser. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.

Come from the country to be judg'd by you, K. John. What follows, if we disallow of this? | That e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ?

Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war, K. John. Let them approach. -- (Exil Sheriff.
To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood Re-enter Sheriff, with Robert Faulconbridge, and

for blood,
Controlment for controlment; so answer France.

Philip, his bastard brother. Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my || This expedition's charge.-What men are you? mouth,

Bast.' Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, The furthest limit of my embassy.

Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son, K. John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ; peace :

A soldier, by the hand Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; or Cour-de-lion knighted in the field. For ere thou canst report I will be there,

K. John. What art thou ? (1) In the manner I now do.

(2) Conduct, administration,

pers Essex.

Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon-|| In sooth, good friend, your father might have kept bridge.

This call, bred from his cow, from all the world; K. John. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir? In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's, You came not of one mother then, it seems. My brother might not claim him; nor your father,

Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king, Being none of his, refuse him : This concludes, That is well known; and, as I think, one father : My mother's son did get your father's heir ; But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, Your father's heir must have your father's land. I put you o'er to Heaven, and to my mother; Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force, of that I doubt, as all men's children may. To dispossess that child which is not his ? Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame Bast. Of no more force to dispossess me, sir, thy mother,

Than was his will to get me, as I think. And wound her honour with this diffidence.

Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a Faulcon., Bast. I, madam? no, I have no reason for it;

bridge, That is my brother's plea, and none of mine ; And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land; The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out Or the reputed son of Cæur-de-lion, At least from fair five hundred pound a year : Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ? Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land! Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, K. John. A good blunt fellow :—Why, being and I had his, sir Robert his, like him ; Founger born,

And if my legs were two such riding-rods, Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?

My arms such eel-skins stuff'd; my face so thin, Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.

That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, But once he slander'd me with bastardy : Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings But whe'rl I be as true begot, or no,

goes ! That still I lay upon my mother's head; And, to his shape, were heir to all this land, But, that am as well begot, my liege,

'Would I might never stir from off this place, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) I'd give it every foot to have this face; Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

I would not be sir Nobt in any case. If old sir Robert did beget us both,

Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy forAnd were our father, and this son like him ;

tune, O old sir Robert, father, on my knee

Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me ? I give Heaven thanks, I was not like to thee. I am a soldier, and now bound to France. K. John. Why, what a madcap hath Heaven Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my lent us here!

chance: Eli. He hath a trick2 of Caur-de-lion's face, Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year; The accent of his tongue affecteth him :

Yet sell your face for five pence, and 'tis dear. Do you not read some tokens of my son

Madam, l'll follow you unto the death. In the large composition of this man?

Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither. K. John. Mine eye hath well examined his parts, Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. And finds them perfect Richard. — Sirrah, speak, K. John. What is thy name? What doth move you to claim your brother's land? Bast. Philip, my liege; so is my name begun ;

Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father; Philip, good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son. With that half-face would he have all my land : K. John. From henceforth bear his name whose A half-fac'd groat fire hundred pound a year!

form thou bear'st: Rob. My gracious liege, when that my fatherliv'd,|| Kneel thou down Philip, but arise more great; Your brother did employ my father much ;- Arise sir Richard, and Plantagenet.

Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land; Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother.

your hand; Rob. And once despatch'd him in an embassy My father gave me honour, yours gave land :To Germany, there, with the emperor,

Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, To treat of high affairs touching that time : When I was got, sir Robert was away. The advantage of his absence took the king, Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet ! And in the mean time sojourn'd at my father's ; I am thy grandame, Richard; call me so. Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak : Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : But truth is truth; large lengths of seas and shores What though? Between my father and my mother lay

Something about, a little from the right, (As I have heard my father speak himself,)

In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: When this same lusty gentleman was got. Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd And have is have, however men do catch : His lands to me; and took it, on his death, Near or far off, well won is still well shot ; That this, my mother's son, was none of his; And I am I, bowe'er I was begot. And, if he were, he came into the world

K. John. Go, Faulconbridge; now hast thou Full fourteen weeks before the course of time.

thy desire, Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire.My father's land, as was my father's will. Come, madam, and come, Richard ; we must speed

K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ; For France, for France; for it is more than need.
Your father's wife did, aster wedlock, bear him: Bast. Brother, adieu; Good fortune come to thee!
And, if she did play false, the fault was hers; For thou wast got i'the way of honesty:
Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands

(Exeunt all but the Bastard.
That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, A foot of honour better than I was;
Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, But many a many foot of land the worse.
Lad of your father claim'd this son for his ? Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :-

Good den,sir Richard, --God-a-mercy, fellow, (1) Whether. (2) Trace, outline. (3) Dignity of appearance.

(4) Robert.

(5) Good evening.

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