Macbeth, Bilingual Edition (English with line numbers and two German translations) E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Seltzer Books
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 280

Beschreibung

The Shakespeare tragedy, in English, with line numbers, and translated to German by Christoph Martin Wieland and Dorothy Tieck. According to Wikipedia: "The Tragedy of Macbeth (commonly called Macbeth) is a tragedy by William Shakespeare about a man who commits regicide so as to become king and then commits further murders to maintain his power. The play clearly demonstrates the corrupting effect of ambition, but also deals with the relationship between cruelty and masculinity, tyranny and kingship, treachery, violence, guilt, prophecy, and disruption of the natural order.

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MACBETH

MACBETH, DAS TRAUERSPIEL VON WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, ÜBERSETZT VON CHRISTOPH MARTIN WIELAND

MACBETH VON WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, ÜBERSETZT VON DOROTHEA TIECK

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MACBETH BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Dramatis Personae

Macbeth

Act I

Scene I A desert place.

Scene II A camp near Forres.

Scene III A heath near Forres.

Scene IV Forres. The palace.

Scene V Inverness. Macbeth's castle.

Scene VI Before Macbeth's castle.

Scene VII Macbeth's castle.

Act II

Scene I Court of Macbeth's castle.

Scene II The same.

Scene III The same.

Scene IV Outside Macbeth's castle.

Act III

Scene I Forres. The palace.

Scene II The palace.

Scene III A park near the palace.

Scene IV The same. Hall in the palace.

Scene V A Heath.

Scene VI Forres. The palace.

Act IV

Scene I A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.

Scene II Fife. Macduff's castle.

Scene III England. Before the King's palace.

Act V

Scene I Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle.

Scene II The country near Dunsinane.

Scene III Dunsinane. A room in the castle.

Scene IV Country near Birnam wood.

Scene V Dunsinane. Within the castle.

Scene VI Dunsinane. Before the castle.

Scene VII Another part of the field.

Scene VIII Another part of the field.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Duncan, king of Scotland.

His Sons

Malcolm

Donalbain |

Generals of the king's army

Macbeth

Banquo

Noblemen of Scotland

Macduff

Lennox

Ross

Menteith

Angus

Caithness

Fleance, son to Banquo.

Siward, Earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces.

Young Siward, his son.

Seyton, an officer attending on Macbeth.

Boy, son to Macduff. (Son:)

An English Doctor. (Doctor:)

A Scotch Doctor. (Doctor:)

A Soldier.

A Porter.

An Old Man

Lady Macbeth

Lady Macduff

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. (Gentlewoman:)

Hecate

Three Witches.

(First Witch:)

(Second Witch:)

(Third Witch:)

Apparitions.

(First Apparition:)

(Second Apparition:)

(Third Apparition:)

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers.

(Lord:)

(Sergeant:)

(SERVANT:)

(First Murderer:)

(Second Murderer:)

(Third Murderer:)

(Messenger:)

SCENE Scotland: England.

MACBETH

ACT I

SCENE I A desert place.

 [Thunder and lightning. Enter three WITCHES]

(1) FIRST WITCH When shall we three meet again

 In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

SECOND WITCH When the hurlyburly's done,

 When the battle's lost and won.

THIRD WITCH That will be ere the set of sun.

FIRST WITCH Where the place?

SECOND WITCH                   Upon the heath.

THIRD WITCH There to meet with Macbeth.

FIRST WITCH I come, Graymalkin!

SECOND WITCH Paddock calls.

THIRD WITCH Anon.

(10) ALL Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

 Hover through the fog and filthy air.

 [Exeunt]

SCENE II A camp near Forres.

 [Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,  LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding SERGEANT]

(1) DUNCAN What bloody man is that? He can report,

 As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

 The newest state.

MALCOLM                   This is the sergeant

 Who like a good and hardy soldier fought

 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!

 Say to the king the knowledge of the broil

 As thou didst leave it.

SERGEANT Doubtful it stood;

 As two spent swimmers, that do cling together

 And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald--

(10) Worthy to be a rebel, for to that

 The multiplying villanies of nature

 Do swarm upon him--from the western isles

 Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;

 And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,

 Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:

 For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--

 Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,

 Which smoked with bloody execution,

 Like valour's minion carved out his passage

(20) Till he faced the slave;

 Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,

 Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,

 And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

DUNCAN O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

SERGEANT As whence the sun 'gins his reflection

 Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,

 So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come

 Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:

 No sooner justice had with valour arm'd

(30) Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,

 But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,

 With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men

 Began a fresh assault.

DUNCAN Dismay'd not this

 Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

SERGEANT Yes;

 As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.

 If I say sooth, I must report they were

 As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they

 Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:

 Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,

(40) Or memorise another Golgotha,

 I cannot tell.

 But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

DUNCAN So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;

 They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.

 [Exit SERGEANT, attended]

 Who comes here?

 [Enter ROSS]

MALCOLM                   The worthy thane of Ross.

LENNOX What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look

 That seems to speak things strange.

ROSS God save the king!

DUNCAN Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

ROSS From Fife, great king;

 Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky

(50) And fan our people cold. Norway himself,

 With terrible numbers,

 Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

 The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;

 Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,

 Confronted him with self-comparisons,

 Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.

 Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,

 The victory fell on us.

DUNCAN Great happiness!

ROSS That now

 Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:

(60) Nor would we deign him burial of his men

 Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch

 Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

DUNCAN No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive

 Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,

 And with his former title greet Macbeth.

ROSS I'll see it done.

DUNCAN What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.

 [Exeunt]

SCENE III A heath near Forres.

 [Thunder. Enter the three Witches]

(1) FIRST WITCH Where hast thou been, sister?

SECOND WITCH Killing swine.

THIRD WITCH Sister, where thou?

FIRST WITCH A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,

 And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'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,

(10) I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

SECOND WITCH I'll give thee a wind.

FIRST WITCH Thou'rt kind.

THIRD WITCH And I another.

FIRST 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

(20) Hang upon his pent-house lid;

 He shall live a man forbid:

 Weary se'nnights nine times nine

 Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:

 Though his bark cannot be lost,

 Yet it shall be tempest-tost.

 Look what I have.

SECOND WITCH Show me, show me.

FIRST WITCH Here I have a pilot's thumb,

 Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

 [Drum within]

(30) THIRD 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.

 Peace! the charm's wound up.

 [Enter MACBETH and BANQUO]

MACBETH So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

BANQUO How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these

(40) So wither'd and so wild in their attire,

 That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,

 And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught

 That man may question? You seem to understand me,

 By each at once her chappy finger laying

 Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,

 And yet your beards forbid me to interpret

 That you are so.

MACBETH                   Speak, if you can: what are you?

FIRST WITCH All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

SECOND WITCH All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

(50) THIRD WITCH All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

BANQUO 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 show? My noble partner

 You greet with present grace and great prediction

 Of noble having and of royal hope,

 That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.

 If you can look into the seeds of time,

 And say which grain will grow and which will not,

(60) Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear

 Your favours nor your hate.

FIRST WITCH Hail!

SECOND WITCH Hail!

THIRD WITCH Hail!

FIRST WITCH Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

SECOND WITCH Not so happy, yet much happier.

THIRD WITCH Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:

 So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

FIRST WITCH Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

(70) MACBETH Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:

 By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;

 But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,

 A prosperous gentleman; and to be king

 Stands not within the prospect of belief,

 No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence

 You owe this strange intelligence? or why

 Upon this blasted heath you stop our way

 With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.

 [Witches vanish]

BANQUO The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,

(80) And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

MACBETH Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted

 As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

BANQUO Were such things here as we do speak about?

 Or have we eaten on the insane root

 That takes the reason prisoner?

MACBETH Your children shall be kings.

BANQUO You shall be king.

MACBETH And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

BANQUO To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

 [Enter ROSS and ANGUS]

ROSS The king hath happily received, Macbeth,

(90) 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 selfsame 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.

(100) ANGUS We are sent

 To give thee from our royal master thanks;

 Only to herald thee into his sight,

 Not pay thee.

ROSS And, for an earnest of a greater honour,

 He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:

 In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!

 For it is thine.

BANQUO                   What, can the devil speak true?

MACBETH The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me

 In borrow'd robes?

ANGUS                   Who was the thane lives yet;

(110) But under heavy judgment bears that life

 Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined

 With those of Norway, or did line the rebel

 With hidden help and vantage, or that with both

 He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;

 But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,

 Have overthrown him.

MACBETH [Aside]  Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!

 The greatest is behind.

 [To ROSS and ANGUS]

    Thanks for your pains.

 [To BANQUO]

 Do you not hope your children shall be kings,

 When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me

 Promised no less to them?

(120) BANQUO That trusted home

 Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

 Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:

 And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

 The instruments of darkness tell us truths,

 Win us with honest trifles, to betray's

 In deepest consequence.

 Cousins, a word, I pray you.

MACBETH [Aside] Two truths are told,

 As happy prologues to the swelling act

 Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.

(130) [Aside]  This supernatural soliciting

 Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,

 Why hath it given me earnest of success,

 Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:

 If good, why do I yield to that suggestion

 Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

 And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,

 Against the use of nature? Present fears

 Are less than horrible imaginings:

 My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

(140) Shakes so my single state of man that function

 Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is

 But what is not.

BANQUO                   Look, how our partner's rapt.

MACBETH [Aside]  If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,

 Without my stir.

BANQUO                   New horrors come upon him,

 Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould

 But with the aid of use.

MACBETH [Aside]                Come what come may,

 Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

BANQUO Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

MACBETH Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought

(150) With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains

 Are register'd where every day I turn

 The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.

 Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,

 The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak

 Our free hearts each to other.

BANQUO Very gladly.

MACBETH Till then, enough. Come, friends.

 [Exeunt]

SCENE IV Forres. The palace.

 [Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX,  and Attendants]

(1) DUNCAN Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not

 Those in commission yet return'd?

MALCOLM My liege,

 They are not yet come back. But I have spoke

 With one that saw him die: who did report

 That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,

 Implored your highness' pardon and set forth

 A deep repentance: nothing in his life

 Became him like the leaving it; he died

 As one that had been studied in his death

(10) To throw away the dearest thing he owed,

 As 'twere a careless trifle.

DUNCAN There's no art

 To find the mind's construction in the face:

 He was a gentleman on whom I built

 An absolute trust.

 [Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS]

 O worthiest cousin!

 The sin of my ingratitude even now

 Was heavy on me: thou art so far before

 That swiftest wing of recompense is slow

 To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,

 That the proportion both of thanks and payment

(20) Might have been mine! only I have left to say,

 More is thy due than more than all can pay.

MACBETH 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 every thing

 Safe toward your love and honour.

DUNCAN Welcome hither:

 I have begun to plant thee, and will labour

 To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,

(30) That hast no less deserved, nor must be known

 No less to have done so, let me enfold thee

 And hold thee to my heart.

BANQUO There if I grow,

 The harvest is your own.

DUNCAN My plenteous joys,

 Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves

 In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

 And you whose places are the nearest, know

 We will establish our estate upon

 Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter

 The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must

(40) Not unaccompanied invest him only,

 But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine

 On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,

 And bind us further to you.

MACBETH 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.

DUNCAN My worthy Cawdor!

MACBETH [Aside]  The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step

 On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,

(50) For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;

 Let not light see my black and deep desires:

 The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,

 Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

 [Exit]

DUNCAN True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,

 And in his commendations I am fed;

 It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,

 Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:

 It is a peerless kinsman.

 [Flourish. Exeunt]

SCENE V Inverness. Macbeth's castle.

 [Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter]

(1) LADY MACBETH '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

(10) mightst 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

 To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;

 Art not without ambition, but without

 The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,

 That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,

(20) And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,

 That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;

 And that which rather thou dost fear to do

 Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,

 That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;

 And chastise with the valour of my tongue

 All that impedes thee from the golden round,

 Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem

 To have thee crown'd withal.

 [Enter a MESSENGER]

         What is your tidings?

MESSENGER The king comes here to-night.

LADY MACBETH Thou'rt mad to say it:

(30) Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,

 Would have inform'd for preparation.

MESSENGER So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:

 One of my fellows had the speed of him,

 Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more

 Than would make up his message.

LADY MACBETH Give him tending;

 He brings great news.

 [Exit MESSENGER]

 The raven himself is hoarse

 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

 Under my battlements. Come, you spirits

 That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,

(40) And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full

 Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;

 Stop up the access and passage to remorse,

 That no compunctious visitings of nature

 Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between

 The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,

 And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,

 Wherever in your sightless substances

 You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,

 And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

(50) That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,

 To cry 'Hold, hold!'

 [Enter MACBETH]

  Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!

 Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!

 Thy letters have transported me beyond

 This ignorant present, and I feel now

 The future in the instant.

MACBETH My dearest love,

 Duncan comes here to-night.

LADY MACBETH And when goes hence?

MACBETH To-morrow, as he purposes.

LADY MACBETH O, never

 Shall sun that morrow see!

(60) Your face, my thane, is as a book where men

 May read strange matters. To beguile the time,

 Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,

 Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,

 But be the serpent under't. He that's coming

 Must be provided for: and you shall put

 This night's great business into my dispatch;

 Which shall to all our nights and days to come

 Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

MACBETH We will speak further.

LADY MACBETH Only look up clear;

(70) To alter favour ever is to fear:

 Leave all the rest to me.

 [Exeunt]

SCENE VI Before Macbeth's castle.

 [Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants]

(1) DUNCAN This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air

 Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

 Unto our gentle senses.

BANQUO This guest of summer,

 The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,

 By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath

 Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,

 Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird

 Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:

 Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,

 The air is delicate.

 [Enter LADY MACBETH]

(10) DUNCAN 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 'ild us for your pains,

 And thank us for your trouble.

LADY MACBETH All our service

 In every point twice done and then done double

 Were poor and single business to contend

 Against those honours deep and broad wherewith

 Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,

 And the late dignities heap'd up to them,

 We rest your hermits.

(20) DUNCAN Where's the thane of Cawdor?

 We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose

 To be his purveyor: but he rides well;

 And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him

 To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,

 We are your guest to-night.

LADY MACBETH Your SERVANTs ever

 Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt,

 To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,

 Still to return your own.

DUNCAN Give me your hand;

 Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,

(30) And shall continue our graces towards him.

 By your leave, hostess.

 [Exeunt]

SCENE VII Macbeth's castle.

 [Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers SERVANTs with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH]

(1) MACBETH If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well

 It were done quickly: if the assassination

 Could trammel up the consequence, and catch

 With his surcease success; that but this blow

 Might be the be-all and the end-all here,

 But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,

 We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases

 We still have judgment here; that we but teach

 Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return

(10) To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice

 Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice

 To our own lips. He's here in double trust;

 First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

 Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,

 Who should against his murderer shut the door,

 Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan

 Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

 So clear in his great office, that his virtues

 Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

(20) The deep damnation of his taking-off;

 And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

 Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed

 Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

 Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

 That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

 To prick the sides of my intent, but only

 Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself

 And falls on the other.

 [Enter LADY MACBETH]

    How now! what news?

LADY MACBETH He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?

MACBETH Hath he ask'd for me?

(30) LADY MACBETH Know you not he has?

MACBETH We will proceed no further in this business:

 He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought

 Golden opinions from all sorts of people,

 Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,

 Not cast aside so soon.

LADY MACBETH Was the hope drunk

 Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?

 And wakes it now, to look so green and pale

 At what it did so freely? From this time

 Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard

(40) To be the same in thine own act and valour

 As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that

 Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,

 And live a coward in thine own esteem,

 Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'

 Like the poor cat i' the adage?

MACBETH Prithee, peace:

 I dare do all that may become a man;

 Who dares do more is none.

LADY MACBETH What beast was't, then,

 That made you break this enterprise to me?

 When you durst do it, then you were a man;

(50) And, to be more than what you were, you would

 Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place

 Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:

 They have made themselves, and that their fitness now

 Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know

 How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:

 I would, while it was smiling in my face,

 Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,

 And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you

 Have done to this.

MACBETH                   If we should fail?

LADY MACBETH We fail!

(60) But screw your courage to the sticking-place,

 And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep--

 Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey

 Soundly invite him--his two chamberlains

 Will I with wine and wassail so convince

 That memory, the warder of the brain,

 Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason

 A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep

 Their drenched natures lie as in a death,

 What cannot you and I perform upon

(70) The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon

 His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt

 Of our great quell?

MACBETH Bring forth men-children only;

 For thy undaunted mettle should compose

 Nothing but males. Will it not be received,

 When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two

 Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,

 That they have done't?

LADY MACBETH Who dares receive it other,

 As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar

 Upon his death?

MACBETH                   I am settled, and bend up

(80) Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

 Away, and mock the time with fairest show:

 False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

 [Exeunt]

ACT II

SCENE I Court of Macbeth's castle.

 [Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him]

(1) BANQUO How goes the night, boy?

FLEANCE The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

BANQUO And she goes down at twelve.

FLEANCE I take't, 'tis later, sir.

BANQUO Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven;

 Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.

 A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,

 And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers,

 Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature

 Gives way to in repose!

 [Enter MACBETH, and a SERVANT with a torch]

    Give me my sword.

(10) Who's there?

MACBETH A friend.

BANQUO What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:

 He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

 Sent forth great largess to your offices.

 This diamond he greets your wife withal,

 By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up

 In measureless content.

MACBETH Being unprepared,

 Our will became the SERVANT to defect;

 Which else should free have wrought.

BANQUO All's well.

(20) I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:

 To you they have show'd some truth.

MACBETH I think not of them:

 Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

 We would spend it in some words upon that business,

 If you would grant the time.

BANQUO At your kind'st leisure.

MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,

 It shall make honour for you.

BANQUO So I lose none

 In seeking to augment it, but still keep

 My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,

 I shall be counsell'd.

MACBETH Good repose the while!

(30) BANQUO Thanks, sir: the like to you!

 [Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE]

MACBETH Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,

 She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

 [Exit SERVANT]

 Is this a dagger which I see before me,

 The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

 I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

 Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

 To feeling as to sight? or art thou but

 A dagger of the mind, a false creation,

 Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

(40) I see thee yet, in form as palpable

 As this which now I draw.

 Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;

 And such an instrument I was to use.

 Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,

 Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,

 And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,

 Which was not so before. There's no such thing:

 It is the bloody business which informs

 Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld

(50) Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

 The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates

 Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,

 Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

 Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.

 With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design

 Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,

 Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear

 Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,

 And take the present horror from the time,

(60) Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:

 Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

 [A bell rings]

 I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.

 Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell

 That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

 [Exit]

SCENE II The same.

 [Enter LADY MACBETH]

(1) LADY MACBETH That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;

 What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.

 Hark! Peace!

 It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,

 Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:

 The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms

 Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd

 their possets,

 That death and nature do contend about them,

 Whether they live or die.

MACBETH [Within]  Who's there? what, ho!

LADY MACBETH Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,

(10) And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed

 Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;

 He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled

 My father as he slept, I had done't.

 [Enter MACBETH]

                    My husband!

MACBETH I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?

LADY MACBETH I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.

 Did not you speak?

MACBETH                   When?

LADY MACBETH Now.

MACBETH As I descended?

LADY MACBETH Ay.

MACBETH Hark!

 Who lies i' the second chamber?

LADY MACBETH Donalbain.

(20) MACBETH This is a sorry sight.

 [Looking on his hands]

LADY MACBETH A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

MACBETH There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried

 'Murder!'

 That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them:

 But they did say their prayers, and address'd them

 Again to sleep.

LADY MACBETH                   There are two lodged together.

MACBETH One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other;

 As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.

 Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,'

 When they did say 'God bless us!'

LADY MACBETH Consider it not so deeply.

(30) MACBETH But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?

 I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'

 Stuck in my throat.

LADY MACBETH These deeds must not be thought

 After these ways; so, it will make us mad.

MACBETH Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!

 Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,

 Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,

 The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,

 Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,

 Chief nourisher in life's feast,--

LADY MACBETH What do you mean?

(40) MACBETH Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:

 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor

 Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'

LADY MACBETH Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,

 You do unbend your noble strength, to think

 So brainsickly of things. Go get some water,

 And wash this filthy witness from your hand.

 Why did you bring these daggers from the place?

 They must lie there: go carry them; and smear

 The sleepy grooms with blood.

MACBETH I'll go no more: