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Macbeth is a tragedy by William Shakespeare, thought to have been first performed in 1606. It dramatises the damaging physical and psychological effects of political ambition on those who seek power for its own sake. Of all the plays that Shakespeare wrote during the reign of James I, who was patron of Shakespeare's acting company, Macbeth most clearly reflects the playwright's relationship with his sovereign.  A brave Scottish general named Macbeth receives a prophecy from a trio of witches that one day he will become King of Scotland. Consumed by ambition and spurred to action by his wife, Macbeth murders King Duncan and takes the Scottish throne for himself. He is then wracked with guilt and paranoia. Forced to commit more and more murders to protect himself from enmity and suspicion, he soon becomes a tyrannical ruler. The bloodbath and consequent civil war swiftly take Macbeth and Lady Macbeth into the realms of madness and death.William Shakespeare (1564-1616) was an English poet, playwright, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet, and the "Bard of Avon". His extant works, including collaborations, consist of approximately 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and a few other verses, some of uncertain authorship. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.

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THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH

 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

 

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THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH

 

Dramatis Personae

  DUNCAN, King of Scotland  MACBETH, Thane of Glamis and Cawdor, a general in the King'sarmy  LADY MACBETH, his wife  MACDUFF, Thane of Fife, a nobleman of Scotland  LADY MACDUFF, his wife  MALCOLM, elder son of Duncan  DONALBAIN, younger son of Duncan  BANQUO, Thane of Lochaber, a general in the King's army  FLEANCE, his son  LENNOX, nobleman of Scotland  ROSS, nobleman of Scotland  MENTEITH nobleman of Scotland  ANGUS, nobleman of Scotland  CAITHNESS, nobleman of Scotland  SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces  YOUNG SIWARD, his son  SEYTON, attendant to Macbeth  HECATE, Queen of the Witches  The Three Witches  Boy, Son of Macduff  Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth  An English Doctor  A Scottish Doctor  A Sergeant  A Porter  An Old Man  The Ghost of Banquo and other Apparitions  Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murtherers, Attendants,     and Messengers

 

ACT I. SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning.

SCENE: Scotland and England

Enter three Witches.

  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.  ALL. Paddock calls. Anon!    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.

  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-    Worthy to be a rebel, for to that    The multiplying villainies 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 Valor's minion carved out his passage    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 valor arm'd,    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,    Or memorize 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 honor 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    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;    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. 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 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 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 know    I' the shipman's card.    I will drain him dry as hay:    Sleep shall neither night nor day    Hang upon his penthouse 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-toss'd.    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 mine,    And thrice again, to make up nine.    Peace! The charm's wound up.

Enter Macbeth and Banquo.