Macbeth E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Sovereign
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Serie: Timeless Classics
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 92

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

The witches announce the prophecy that Macbeth will be the next king of Scotland, the elderly King Duncan proclaims that his son, Malcolm, will be heir to the throne. Lady Macbeth learns about the prophecy prompting her to ask the gods to remove her femininity so she can make her weak husband kill the king. When Duncan comes to visit Macbeth's castle, he is murdered in his sleep. Macbeth kills the guards, claiming they were the murderers. In fear of their own lives, Duncan's sons flee the country and Macbeth is crowned King of Scotland. Riddled with guilt, Macbeth goes mad and sees horrible visions while the witches announce the prophecy of his downfall.

Leseprobe

William Shakespeare

Macbeth

Published by Sovereign

This Edition

First published in 2013

Copyright © 2013 Sovereign

ISBN: 9781909676978

Contents

CAST

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.

CAST

Duncan,King of Scotland

Malcolm, Donalbain, his sons

Macbeth, Banquo, generals of the King’s army

Macduff, Lennox, Ross, Menteth, Angus, Cathness, noblemen of Scotland

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

An English Doctor

A Scotch Doctor

A Captain

A Porter

An Old Man

Lady Macbeth

Lady Macduff

Gentlewomen attending on Lady Macbeth

Hecate

Three Witches

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers; the Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions

ACT I

SCENE I. A DESERT PLACE.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches

First Witch

When shall we three meet againIn 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.

ALL

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Exeunt

SCENE II. A CAMP NEAR FORRES.

larum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants,

meeting a bleeding Sergeant

DUNCAN

What bloody man is that? He can report,As seemeth by his plight, of the revoltThe newest state.

MALCOLM

This is the sergeantWho like a good and hardy soldier fought‘Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!Say to the king the knowledge of the broilAs thou didst leave it.

Sergeant

Doubtful it stood;As two spent swimmers, that do cling togetherAnd choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—Worthy to be a rebel, for to thatThe multiplying villanies of natureDo swarm upon him—from the western islesOf 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 passageTill 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 reflectionShipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,So from that spring whence comfort seem’d to comeDiscomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:No sooner justice had with valour arm’dCompell’d these skipping kerns to trust their heels,But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,With furbish’d arms and new supplies of menBegan a fresh assault.

DUNCAN

Dismay’d not thisOur captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Sergeant

Yes;As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.If I say sooth, I must report they wereAs cannons overcharged with double cracks, so theyDoubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,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 lookThat 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 skyAnd fan our people cold. Norway himself,With terrible numbers,Assisted by that most disloyal traitorThe 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 nowSweno, the Norways’ king, craves composition:Nor would we deign him burial of his menTill he disbursed at Saint Colme’s inchTen thousand dollars to our general use.

DUNCAN

No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceiveOur 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

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,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 knowI’ the shipman’s card.I will drain him dry as hay:Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his pent-house lid;He shall live a man forbid:Weary se’nnights nine times nineShall 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

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 mineAnd 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 theseSo 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 aughtThat man may question? You seem to understand me,By each at once her chappy finger layingUpon her skinny lips: you should be women,And yet your beards forbid me to interpretThat 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!

Third Witch

All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

BANQUO

Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fearThings that do sound so fair? I’ the name of truth,Are ye fantastical, or that indeedWhich outwardly ye show? My noble partnerYou greet with present grace and great predictionOf 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,Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fearYour 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!

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 kingStands not within the prospect of belief,No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whenceYou owe this strange intelligence? or whyUpon this blasted heath you stop our wayWith such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.

Witches vanish

BANQUO

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,And these are of them. Whither are they vanish’d?

MACBETH

Into the air; and what seem’d corporal meltedAs 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 rootThat 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,The news of thy success; and when he readsThy personal venture in the rebels’ fight,His wonders and his praises do contendWhich 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 hailCame post with post; and every one did bearThy praises in his kingdom’s great defence,And pour’d them down before him.

ANGUS

We are sentTo 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 meIn borrow’d robes?

ANGUS

Who was the thane lives yet;But under heavy judgment bears that lifeWhich he deserves to lose. Whether he was combinedWith those of Norway, or did line the rebelWith hidden help and vantage, or that with bothHe 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