All language subtitles for Macbeth (2013) National Theatre Live

Context adapted from http://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/macbeth/

Act I.i
Scotland in the year 1040

A foggy moor in the highlands

When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning or in rain?

When the hurlyburly's done.
When the battle's lost and won.

- That will be ere the set of sun.
- Where, the place?

Upon the heath.

There to meet with..

Macbeth!

- Macbeth! - Macbeth!

- Macbeth! - Macbeth! - Macbeth!

Fair is foul and foul is fair.

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Act I.ii
Scotland under king Duncan, is at
war with invading armies of Norway.

Macdonwald!

Scottish generals Macbeth, Banquo
and Macduff, defeat the rebels and kill Macdonwald.

Thane of Cawdor! Thane of Cawdor!

The thane of Cawdor strikes a secret alliance with
Norway, and takes up arms against Duncan.

Act I.iii
On the heath, near the battlefield

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

How far is't called to Forres?

What are these?

So withered and so wild in their attire..

..that look not like the inhabitants of the Earth.

..and yet are on't.

Live you? Or are you are you
aught that man may question?

Speak, if you can.
What are you?

All-hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee..

..thane of Glamis.

All-hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, ..

..thane of Cawdor.

All-hail, Macbeth..

..that shalt be king hereafter.

Good Sir, why do you start and seem to fear..

..things that do sound so fair.

In 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..

..speak then to me..

..who neither beg nor fear your
favours nor your hate.

Hail! Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Thou shalt b'get kings, though thou be none.

So all-hail, Macbeth and Banquo.

Banquo and Macbeth!

All-hail!

There, you imperfect speakers! Tell me more.

By my father'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!

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has..

..and these are of them.

Whither are they vanished?

Into the air..

..and what seemed corporal,
melted as breath into the wind..

..would they had stayed.

Were such things here as
we do speak about?

Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?

Your children shall be kings.

You shall be king.

And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

To the selfsame tune and words.

Who's here?

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..

..as thick as hail came post with post..

..and every one did bear thy praises..

..in his kingdom's great defense..

..and poured them down before him.

We are sent to give thee
from our royal master thanks..

..only to herald thee into his
sight not to pay thee.

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.

What?

Can the devil speak true?

The thane of Cawdor lives.
Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?

Who was the thane lives yet,
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 laboured in his country's wreck,
I know not..

..but treasons capital, confessed
and proved, have overthrown him.

Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor.

The greatest is behind.

Thanks for your pains.

Do you not hope
your children shall be kings?

When those that gave
the Thane of Cawdor to me..

..promised no less to them.

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 us in deepest consequence.

Cousin, a word, i pray you

Two truths are told

As happy prologues to the swelling act

Of the imperial theme.

I thank you, gentlemen.

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..

..shakes so my single state of man..

..that function is smothered in surmise..

..and nothing is but what is not.

Look how our partner's rapt.

If chance will have me king,
why, chance may crown me without my stir.

New honours come upon him, like our strange garments
cleave not to their mould but with the aid of use.

Come what come may, time and
the hour runs though the roughest day.

Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

Give me your favour, my dull brain
was wrought with things forgotten.

Kind gentlemen, your pains are registered
where every day I turn the leaf to read them.

Let us toward the king.
Think upon what upon what hath chanced..

..and, at more time, the interim having weighed it,
let us speak our free hearts each to other.

- Very gladly
-'till then, enough. Come, friends.

Act I.iv
Duncan's castle at Forres

Is execution done on Cawdor?
Are not those in commission yet returned?

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 confessed 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..

..to throw away the dearest thing
he owed, as 'twere a careless trifle.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust.

O worthiest cousin! The sin of my
ingratitude even now is 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..

..might have been mine! Only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

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.

Welcome hither.

I have begun to plant thee, and will
labour to make thee full of growing.

Noble Banquo, that has no less deserved,
nor must be known no less to have done so..

let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart.

There if I grow, the harvest is your own.

My plenteous joys wanton in fullness..

..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'..

- The Prince of Cumberland
-which honour must not unaccompanied embrace him only..

..but signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers

From hence to Inverness, and bind us further to you.

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.

My worthy Cawdor.

The Prince of Cumberland!

That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'er leap..

..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.

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.

Act I.v
Macbeth's castle at Inverness

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.
Whilst 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 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 of 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,
and yet wouldst wrongly win.

Thou'ldst have, great Glamis, that which cries..

..'Thus thou must do it, 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 crowned withal.

What is your tiding?

The king comes here tonight.

Thou'rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him?

Who, were't so, would have informed for preparation.

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.

Give him tending.
He brings great news

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..

..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..

..that my keen knife see
not the wound it makes..

..nor heaven peep through the
blanket of the dark to cry, "Hold, hold!"

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.

My dearest love..

..Duncan comes here tonight.

- And when goes hence?
- Tomorrow, as he purposes.

Never shall sun that morrow see.

Your face, my thane, is as a book
where men may read strange matters.

To beguile the time, look like the time..

..bare 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.

We will speak further.

Only look up clear..

..to alter favour ever is to fear..

..leave all the rest to me.

Act I.vi
Before Macbeth's castle at Inverness

This castle hath a pleasant seat..

..the air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself..

..unto our gentle senses.

This guest of summer, the temple-haunting martlet..

..does approve by it's loved mansionry..

..that the heaven's breath smells wooingly here..

..no jutty, frieze, buttress, nor coign of vantage..

..but this bird hath made its pendent bed and procreant cradle..

..where they most breed and haunt..

..I have observed, the air is delicate.

See, see, our honoured 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.

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..

..heaped up to them, we rest your hermits.

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.

Kind and noble hostess, we are your guest tonight.

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.

Give me your hand.
Conduct me to mine host.

We love him highly, and shall
continue our graces towards him.

By your leave, hostess.

Act I.vii
Macbeth's castle at Inverness

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'd jump the life to come..

But in these cases,
we still have judgment here..

..that we but teach bloody
instructions, which being taught..

..return to plague the inventor.

This even-handed justice commends
the ingredients of our poisoned 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 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'er leaps itself and falls on the other.

- How now! what news?
- He has almost supped. Why have you left the chamber?

Hath he asked for me?

- Know you not he has?
- We will proceed no further in this business.

He hath honoured 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.

Was the hope drunk wherein
you dressed 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 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?

Prithee, peace, I dare do all that may become a man
Who dares do more is none

What beast was't, then, that
made you break this enterprise to me?

When you durst do it, then you were a man,
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 plucked my nipple..

..from his boneless gums..

..and dashed the brains out, had I
so sworn as you have done to this.

If we should fail?

We fail?

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 the unguarded Duncan?

what not put upon his spongy officers,
who shall bear the guilt of our great quell?

Bring forth men-children only,
for thy undaunted mettle should compose..

..nothing but males.

Will it not be received, when we have
marked with blood those sleepy two..

..of his own chamber that they have done it?

Who dares receive it other, as we shall make
our griefs and clamour roar upon his death?

I am settled, and bend up 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.

Act II.i
A court in Macbeth's castle

- How goes the night, boy?
- The moon is down. I have not heard the clock.

- And she goes down at twelve.
- I take't, 'tis later, sir.

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!

Give me my sword. Who's there?

A friend.

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.

Being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect,
which else should free have wrought.

All's well.

I dreamed last night of the three weird
sisters. To you they have showed some truth.

I think not of them. Yet, when we
can entreat an hour or two to serve..

..we would spend it in some words upon
that business. If you would grant the time.

At your kindest leisure.

If you shall cleave to my consent,
when 'tis, it shall make honour for you.

So I lose none in seeking to augment it..

..but still keep my bosom franchised
and allegiance clear I shall be counselled.

- Good repose the while!
- Thanks, sir. The like to you!

Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
she strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
the handle toward mine 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? I see thee still..

..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 yet..

..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 half-world nature seems dead,
and wicked dreams abuse the curtain'd sleep..

witchcraft celebrates pale Hecate's offerings,
and withered 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 which now suits with it.

Whilst I threat, he lives. Words to the
heat of deeds too cold breath gives. 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.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold.

Act II.ii
The same night, in the court

What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

Hark!

Peace!

It was the owl that shrieked, 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 drugged their possets..

That death and nature do contend
about them, whether they live or die.

Who's there? What, ho!

Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, 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 it.

My husband!

- I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
- I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.

- Did not you speak?
- When?

- Now
- As I descended?

- Ay
- Hark!

Who lies i' the second chamber?

Donalbain.

This is a sorry sight.

A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

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 addressed them again to sleep.

- There are two lodged together.
- 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!'

- Consider it not so deeply.
- But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?

I had most need of blessing,
and 'Amen' stuck in mine throat.

These deeds must not be thought
after these ways so, it will make us mad.

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

Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep.

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care,
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.

What do you mean?

Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house
'Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor..

..shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.'

Who was it that thus cried?

Why, worthy thane, you do unbend
your noble strength, to think so..

..brain sickly of things. Go get some water,
and wash this filthy witness from your hands.

Why did you bring these daggers
from the place? They must lie there.

Go carry them, and smear
the sleepy grooms with blood.

I'll go no more. I am afraid
to think what I have done.

Look on't again I dare not.

Infirm of purpose!

Give me the daggers..

..the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures
'tis the eye of childhood fears a painted devil.

If he do bleed, I'll gild the
faces of the grooms withal..

..or it must seem their guilt.

Whence is that knocking?

How is't with me, when
every noise appalls me?

What hands are here? Ha!
They pluck out mine eyes.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood..

..clean from my hand? No, this my hand will
rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine..

..making the green one red.

My hands are of your colour, but I
shame to wear a heart so white.

I hear a knocking At the south entry.
Retire we to our chamber.

A little water clears us of this deed.
How easy is it, then! Your constancy..

..hath left you unattended.

Hark! more knocking. Get on your nightgown,
lest occasion call us, and show us to be watchers.

- Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts.
- I am afraid to think what I have done!

To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!

Act II.iii
Dawn in the court

Here's a knocking indeed!

If a man were a porter of hell-gate..

..he should have old turning the key.

Knock, knock, knock! Who's
there, in the name of Beelzebub?

Here's a farmer, who hanged himself
on the expectation of plenty.

Come in time. Have napkins now about you.

Here you'll sweat for't.

Knock, knock! Who's there,
in the other devil's name?

Faith, here's an equivocator, who could
swear in both scale against either scale..

who committed treason enough for God's sake..

..but could not equivocate to heaven
O, come in, equivocator.

Knock, knock, knock! Who's there?

Faith, here's an..

English tailor come hither,
for stealing out of a..

..French hose. Come in, tailor;
here you may roast your goose.

Knock, knock. Never at
quiet! What are you?

But this place is too cold for hell. No.

I'll devil-porter it no further.

I had thought to have let in some of all professions
that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.

Anon, anon! I pray you..

..remember the porter.

Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
that you do lie so late?

'Faith sir, we were carousing till the second cock..

..and drink, sir, is a
great provoker of three things

What three things does
drink especially provoke?

Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

Lechery, sir, it provokes, and
unprovokes. It provokes the desire..

..but it takes away the performance.

I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

That it did, sir, in the very throat on
me, but I requited him for his lie..

..and, I think, being too strong for him,
though he took up my legs sometime..

- ..yet I made a shift to cast him.
- Is thy master stirring?

- Our knocking has awaked him. Here he comes.
- Good morrow, noble sir.

- Good morrow, both.
- Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

- Not yet.
- He did command me to call timely on him..

- ..I have almost slipped the hour.
- I'll bring you to him.

I know this is a joyful trouble
to you, but yet 'tis one.

The physic we delight in
labors pain, here is the door.

I'll make so bold to call,
for 'tis my limited service.

- Goes the king hence to-day?
- He does. He did appoint so.

The night has been unruly. Where
we lay, our chimneys were blown down..

and, as they say, lamentings heard
i' the air strange screams of death..

..and prophesying with accents terrible
of dire combustion and confused events..

..new hatched to the woeful time. The
obscure bird clamoured the livelong night..

Some say, the earth was
feverish and did shake.

- 'Twas a rough night.
- My young remembrance cannot parallel a fellow to it.

O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor
heart cannot conceive nor name thee!

- What's the matter.
- Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope..

..the Lord's anointed temple, and stole
thence the life o' the building!

- What is 't you say? The life?
- Mean you his majesty?

Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
with a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak..

..see, and then speak yourselves.

Awake, awake! Ring the
alarum-bell. Murder and treason!

Banquo and Donalbain!
Malcolm! Awake!

Shake off this downy sleep, death's
counterfeit, and look on death itself!

Up, up, and see the
great doom's image!

Malcolm! Banquo! As from your graves
rise up, and walk like sprites, to countenance this horror!

Ring the bell!

What's the business, that such
a hideous trumpet calls to parley..

..the sleepers of the
house? Speak, speak!

O gentle lady, 'tis not for you
to hear what I can speak..

The repetition, in a woman's
ear, would murder as it fell.

O Banquo, Banquo, our
royal master's murdered!

- Woe, alas! What, in our house?
- Too cruel any where.

Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict
thyself, and say it is not so.

Had I but died an hour before
this chance, I had lived a blessed time..

..for, from this instant, there's
nothing serious in mortality.

All is but toys. Renown and grace
is dead. The wine of life is drawn..

..and the mere lees is left
this vault to brag of.

- What is amiss?
- You are, and do not know't..

..the spring, the head, the fountain of your
blood is stopped. The very source of it is stopped.

Your royal father's murdered.

- By whom?
- Those of his chamber..

as it seemed, had done't. Their hands
and faces were all badged with blood..

So were their daggers, which unwiped
we found upon their pillows..

..they stared, and were distracted. No
man's life was to be trusted with them.

O, yet I do repent me of my
fury, that I did kill them.

Wherefore did you so?

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
loyal and neutral, in an instant? No man.

The expedition my violent love outrun
the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan..

His silver skin laced with his golden blood, and
his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature..

..for ruin's wasteful entrance. There, the murderers,
steeped in the colours of their trade, their daggers..

..unmannerly breeched with gore. Who
could refrain, that had a heart to love..

..and in that heart courage
to make 's love known?

- Help me hence, ho!
- Look to the lady.

Why do we hold our tongues, that
most may claim this argument for ours?

What should be spoken here; Where our fate;

Hid in an auger-hole, may rush,
and seize us? Let 's away

- Our tears are not yet brewed
- Nor our strong sorrow upon the foot of motion.

Look to the lady.

And when we have our naked frailties
hid, that suffer in exposure, let us meet,

..and question this most
bloody piece of work..

..to know it further.

Fears and scruples shake us.
In the great hand of God I stand..

..and thence against the undivulged
pretence I fight of treasonous malice.

- And so do
- So all.

Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
and meet i' the hall together.

Well contented.

- What will you do?
- Let's not consort with them..

..to show an unfelt sorrow is an office
which the false man does easy.

I'll to England.

To Ireland, I..

..our separated fortune shall
keep us both the safer..

.. where we are, there's
daggers in men's smiles..

..the near in blood, the nearer bloody.

This murderous shaft that's
shot hath not yet lighted..

.. and our safest way is to avoid the aim.

Therefore, to horse, and let this
not be dainty of leave-taking..

..but shift away..

..there's warrant in that theft which
steals itself, when there's no mercy left.

Act II.iv
Outside Macbeth's Castle

Threescore and ten I can remember well
within the volume of which time I have seen..

..hours dreadful and things strange..

..but this sore night hath
trifled former knowings.

Ah, good father, thou
see'st, the heavens..

..as troubled with man's act,
threaten his bloody stage.

By the clock, 'tis day, and yet dark
night strangles the traveling lamp.

Is't night's predominance,
or the day's shame..

..that darkness does the face of earth
entomb, when living light should kiss it?

'Tis unnatural, even like
the deed that's done.

On Tuesday last, a falcon,
towering in her pride of place..

..was by a mousing owl
hawked at and killed.

And Duncan's horses, a thing
most strange and certain..

..beauteous and swift, the
minions of their race..

..turned wild in nature, broke
their stalls, flung out..

..contending 'gainst obedience,
as they would make..

..war with mankind.

- 'Tis said they eat each other.
- They did so..

..to the amazement of mine
eyes that looked upon't.

Here comes the good Macduff.

- How goes the world, sir, now?
- Why, see you not?

Is't known who did this
more than bloody deed?

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Alas, the day!

What good could they pretend?

They were suborned.

Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's
two sons, are stol'n away and fled..

..which puts upon them
suspicion of the deed.

'Gainst nature still! Thriftless ambition,
that wilt ravin up thine own life's means!

Then 'tis most like the sovereignty
will fall upon Macbeth.

He is already named, and
gone to Scone to be invested.

- Where is Duncan's body?
- Carried to Colmekill..

The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
and guardian of their bones.

- Will you to Scone?
- No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

- Well, I will thither.
-Well, may you see things well done there.

Adieu!

Lest our old robes sit
easier than our new!

- Farewell, father.
- God's benison go with you..

..and with those that would make
good of bad, and friends of foes!

Act III.i
The late Duncan's Castle at Forres

Thou hast it now. King,
Cawdor, Glamis, all..

As the weird women promised..

..and, I fear, thou play'dst most foully for't..

..yet it was said it should not
stand in thy posterity..

..but that myself should be the root
and father of many kings..

If there come truth from them, as upon
thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine..

..why, by the verities in thee made good,
may they not be my oracles as well..

..and set me up in hope?
But hush! no more.

Here's our chief guest.

If he'd been forgot, it had
been as a gap in our great feast..

- ..and all-thing unbecoming.
- Tonight we hold a solemn supper sir..

..and I'll request your presence.

Let your highness command upon me,
to the which my duties are with a most..

..indissoluble tie for ever knit.

Ride you this afternoon?

- Ay, my good lord.
- We should have else desired your good advice..

..which still hath been both
grave and prosperous..

In this day's council, but..

..we'll take tomorrow.

- Is't far you ride?

As far, my lord, as will fill up
the time 'twixt this and supper..

..go not my horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the night..

..for a dark hour or twain.

Fail not our feast.

My lord, I will not.

We hear, our bloody cousins are bestowed..

..in England and in Ireland..

..not confessing their cruel
parricide, filling their hearers..

..with strange invention..

..but of that, tomorrow..

..when therewithal we shall have
cause of state craving us jointly.

Hie you to horse, adieu, till you return
at night. Goes Fleance with you?

Ay, my good lord. Our
time does call upon 's.

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot, and
so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.

Let every man be master of
his time 'till seven at night..

To make society the sweeter welcome,
we will keep ourself 'till supper time alone.

'till then, God be with you!

Sirrah, a word with you.
Attend those men our pleasure?

They are, my lord,
without the palace gate.

Bring them before us.

To be thus is nothing..

..but to be safely thus.
Our fears in Banquo stick deep..

..and in his royalty of nature reigns that
which would be feared. 'tis much he dares..

..and, to that dauntless temper
of his mind, he hath a wisdom..

..that doth guide his valour to act in safety.

There is none but he whose being I do fear
and, under him, my genius is rebuked.

As, it is said, Mark Antony's was by Caesar.

He chid the sisters when first
they put the name of king upon me,

..and bade them speak to him .Then
prophet-like they hailed him..

..father to a line of kings. Upon my
head they placed a fruitless crown..

..and put a barren sceptre in my grip, thence
to be wrenched with an unlineal hand..

..no son of mine succeeding. If it be so,
for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind..

..for them the gracious
Duncan have I murdered.

Put rancours in the vessel
of my peace, only for them.

And mine eternal jewel given to the
common enemy of man to make them kings..

..the seeds of Banquo kings!

Rather than so, come fate into the list..

..and champion me to the
utterance! Who's there?

Now go to the door, and
stay there till we come.

- Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
- It was, so please your highness.

Well then, now have you
considered of my speeches?

Know that it was he in the
times past which held you..

..so under fortune, which you
thought had been our innocent self.

- You made it known to us.
- I did so, and went further..

..which is now our point of second meeting.

Do you find your patience so
predominant in your natures..

..that you can let this go?

- We are men, my liege.
- Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men..

..as hounds and greyhounds, mongrels,
spaniels, curs, shoughs, water-rugs..

..and demi-wolves, are clept
all by the name of dogs.

The valued file distinguishes the swift, the slow,
the subtle, the housekeeper, the hunter, every one..

..according to the gift which bounteous
nature hath in him closed, whereby..

..he does receive particular addition..

..from the bill that writes them
all alike, and so of men.

Now, if you have a station in the file,
not i' the worst rank of manhood, say't..

..and I will put that business in your bosoms,
whose execution takes your enemy off..

..grapples you to the heart and love of us,
who wear our health but sickly in his life..

..which in his death were perfect.

I am one, my liege, whom the vile
blows and buffets of the world..

Have so incensed that I am reckless
what I do to spite the world.

And I another.

So weary with disasters,
tugged with fortune..

..that I would set my life on any
chance, to mend it, or be rid on't.

Both of you know Banquo was your enemy.

- True, my lord
- So is he mine, and in such bloody distance...

..that every minute of his being thrusts..

..against my nearest of life, and thence it is,
that I to your assistance do make love..

..masking the business from the common
eye for sundry weighty reasons.

We shall, my lord, perform
what you command us.

- Though our lives--
- Your spirits shine through you.

Within this hour at most I will
advise you where to plant yourselves..

Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,
the moment on't, for't must be done to-night..

..and something from the palace.
Always thought that I require a clearness..

.. and with him, to leave no
rubs nor botches in the work.

Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
whose absence is no less material to me..

..than in his father's, must embrace
the fate of that dark hour.

Resolve yourselves apart.
I'll come to you anon.

- We are resolved, my lord.
- I'll call upon you straight. Abide within.

It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
if it find heaven, must find it out to-night.

Act III.ii
The palace at Forres

- Is Banquo gone from court?
- Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.

Say to the king, I would attend his
leisure for a few words

Madam, I will

Nought's had, all's spent, where
our desire is got without content.

'tis safer to be that which we
destroy, than by destruction..

..dwell in doubtful joy.

How now, my lord!

Why do you keep alone?

Of sorriest fancies your companions making..

..using those thoughts which
should indeed have died..

With them they think on?

Things without all remedy
should be without regard.

- What's done is done.
- We have scorched the snake, not killed it.

She'll close and be herself,
whilst our poor malice..

Remains in danger of her former tooth..

..but let the frame of things
disjoint, both the worlds suffer..

..ere we will eat our meal in fear
and sleep in the affliction of..

..these terrible dreams..

..which shake us nightly.
Better be with the dead..

..whom we, to gain our peace,
have sent to peace..

..than on the torture of the mind
to lie in restless ecstasy.

Duncan is in his grave.
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.

Treason has done his worst.
Nor steel, nor poison..

..malice domestic, foreign levy,
nothing, can touch him further.

Come on! ..

..gentle my lord, sleek o'er
your rugged looks.

Be bright and jovial among
your guests to-night.

So shall I, love. And so, I pray, be you.

Let your remembrance apply to Banquo.

Present him eminence, both
with eye and tongue unsafe..

..the while, that we must lave our
honours in these flattering streams..

And make our faces vizards to
our hearts, disguising what they are.

You must leave this this.

O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!

Thou know'st that Banquo,
and his Fleance, lives.

But in them nature's copy's not eterne.

There's comfort yet.
They are assailable.

Then be thou jocund ere the
bat hath flown. His cloistered flight..

..ere to black Hecate's summons
the shard-borne beetle..

..with his drowsy hums..

..hath rung night's yawning peal..

..there shall be done a
deed of dreadful note.

- What's to be done?
- Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck..

'till thou applaud the deed. Come..

..seeling night, scarf up the
tender eye of pitiful day..

..and with thy bloody and invisible hand..

..cancel and tear to pieces that
great bond which keeps me pale!

Light thickens, and the crow
makes wing to the rooky wood.

Good things of day begin to
droop and drowse.

Whilst night's black agents to
their preys do rouse.

Thou marvell'st at my words,
but hold thee still.

Things bad begun make
strong themselves by ill.

So, prithee..

..go with me.

Act III.iii
A park near the palace

Who did bid thee join with us?

Then stand with us.

The west yet glimmers
with some streaks of day..

..now spurs the lated traveler
apace to gain the timely inn.

And near approaches
the subject of our watch.

- 'tis he.
- 'Tis he. Stand to it

It will be rain to-night.

Let it come down.

Treachery! Treachery!

Fly! Fly, good Fleance..

..fly, fly, fly!

Thou mayst revenge.

There's but one down..

..the son is fled.

We've lost best half of our affair.

Then, let's away, and
say how much is done.

Act III.iv
A court in the palace

You know your own degrees. Sit down..

..at first and last the hearty welcome.

Thanks to your majesty.

Ourself will mingle with society..

..and play the humble host.

Our hostess keeps her state, but in
best time we shall require her welcome.

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends..

For my heart speaks..

..they are welcome.

And see, they encounter
thee with their hearts' thanks.

Both sides are even. Here I'll sit i' the midst.

Be large in mirth. Anon we'll
drink a measure the table round.

There's blood upon thy face.

- 'Tis Banquo's then.
- 'Tis better thee without than he within.

Is he dispatched?

My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

Thou art the best o' the
cut-throats, yet he's good..

..that did the like for Fleance. If thou didst it..

..thou art the nonpareil.

Most royal sir..

..Fleance is 'scaped.

Then comes my fit again.
I had else been perfect.

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock..

..as broad and general as the casing air..

..but now I am cabined, confined, bound in..

..to saucy doubts and fears.

But Banquo's safe?

Ay, my good lord.
Safe in a ditch he bides..

..with twenty trenched gashes in
his head the least a death to nature.

Thanks for that.

There the grown serpent lies.
The worm that's fled..

..hath nature that in time
will venom breed,

..no teeth for the present.

Get thee gone. To-morrow,
we'll hear, ourselves, again.

My royal lord, You do
not give the cheer.

The feast is sold that is not
often vouched, while 'tis a-making.

'tis given with welcome,

..to feed were best at home.

From thence the sauce
to meat is ceremony.

Meeting were bare without it.

Sweet remembrancer!
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,

..And health on both!
- Health on both!

May't please your highness sit.

Here had we now our country's honour roofed,

..were the graced person of our Banquo present.

Who may I rather challenge for unkindness than..

..than pity for mischance!

His absence, sir, lays
blame upon his promise.

Please't your highness to grace
us with your royal company.

- The table's full.
- Here's a place reserved, sir.

- Where?
- here, my good lord.

- What is't that moves your highness?
- Which of you have done this?

What, my good lord?

Thou canst not say I did it.

never shake thy gory locks at me.

Gentlemen, rise.
His highness is not well.

Sit, worthy friends.
My lord is often thus,

..and hath been from his youth.
Pray you, keep seat.

The fit is momentary. Upon a
thought he will again be well.

If much you note him,

..you shall offend him and..

..extend his passion.

Feed, and regard him not.

- Are you a man?
- Ay, and a bold one..

..that dare look on that which
might appall the devil.

O proper stuff! This is the
very painting of your fear.

This is the air-drawn dagger
which, you said, led you to Duncan.

O, these flaws and starts,

..impostors to true fear,

..would well become a
woman's story at a winter's fire..

..authorized by her grandam.

Shame! Fie shame.

O, why do you make such faces?

When all's done, you
look but on a stool.

Prithee, see there! Look!
Lo! Behold. How say you?

Why, what care I?
If thou canst nod, speak too.

If charnel-houses and our graves
must send those that we bury back,

our monuments shall
be the maws of kites.

- What, quite unmanned in folly?
- If I stand here, I saw him.

Fie, for shame!

Blood hath been shed
ere now, i' the olden time,

Ere human statute
purged the gentle weal.

Ay, and since too, murders
have been performed,

Too terrible for the ear..

..the times has been,
that when the brains were out,

..the man would die, and there
an end, but now they rise again..

..with twenty mortal
murders on their crowns,

..and push us from our stools.

This is more strange
than such a murder is.

My worthy lord..

Your noble friends do lack you.

I do forget.

Do not muse at me, my
most worthy friends..

..I have a strange infirmity,
which is nothing.

..to those that know me.

Come, love and health to all.
Then I'll sit down.

Give me some wine.
Fill full.

I drink to the general
joy o' the whole table,

..and to our good friend Banquo,

..whom we miss. Would
he were here! To him..

..and all, we thirst, and all to all.

Our duties, and the pledge.

Avaunt! And quit my sight!
Let the earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrow-less,
thy blood is cold,

..thou hast no speculation in those
eyes which thou dost glare with!

Think of this, good peers,
but as a thing of custom,

..'tis no other, only it spoils
the pleasure of the time.

What man dare, I dare.

Approach thou like the
rugged Russian bear,

.the armed rhinoceros,
or the Hyrcan tiger.

Take any shape but that, and
my firm nerves shall never tremble,

..or be alive again, and dare me
to the desert with thy sword.

If trembling I inhabit then,
protest me the baby of a girl.

Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!

Why, so being gone,
I am a man again.

Pray you, sit still.

You have displaced the mirth..

..broke the good meeting, with most..

..admired disorder.

Can such things be, and overcome
us like a summer's cloud..

Without our special wonder?

You make me strange even
to the disposition that I owe..

When now I think you
can behold such sights,

..and keep the natural
ruby of your cheeks,

..when mine is blanched with fear.

- What sights, my lord?
- I pray you, speak not.

He grows worse and worse.

Question enrages him.

At once, good night.

Stand not upon the order
of your going, but go at once.

Good night..

..and better health attend his majesty!

A kind good night to all!

It will have blood, they say.

Blood will have blood.

Stones have been known
to move and trees to speak.

Augurs and understood relations have..

..by magot-pies and choughs
and rooks brought forth..

..the secret'st man of blood.

What is the night?

Almost at odds with
morning, which is which.

How say'st thou, that Macduff..

..denies his person at our great bidding?

- Did you send for him, sir?
- I hear it by the way, but I will send.

There's not a one of them but
in his house I keep a servant fee'd.

I will to-morrow..

..and betimes I will, to the weird sisters.

More shall they speak.

For now I am bent to know,
by the worst means, the worst.

I am in blood.

Stepped in so far that,
should I wade no more..

Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Strange things I have in head,
which would to hand.

Which must be acted ere
they may be scanned.

You lack the season of all natures,..

..sleep.

Come, we'll to sleep.

My strange and self-abuse is the..

..initiate fear..

..that wants hard use..

..we are yet..

..but young in deed.

Act IV.i
In a Cavern

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Harpier cries 'tis time, 'tis time.

By the pricking of my thumbs..

..something wicked this way comes.

Open, locks

Whoever knocks!

How now, you secret,
black, and midnight hags!

What is't you do?

A deed without a name.

I conjure you, by that which you
profess, how e'er you come to know it..

answer me.

- Speak
- We'll answer

Say, if thou'dst rather hear
it from our mouths,

..or from our masters?

Call 'em. Let me see 'em.

Double, double toil and trouble.

Fire burn..

..and cauldron bubble.

Tell me, thou unknown power,..

He knows thy thought.
Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
Beware Macduff;

Beware the thane of Fife.
Dismiss me. Enough.

Whate'er thou art,
for thy good caution, thanks.

Thou hast harped my
fear aright. But one word more.

He will not be commanded..

..here's another. More
potent than the first.

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

Be bloody, bold, and resolute.

Laugh to scorn the power of man,..

..for none of woman
born shall harm Macbeth.

Then live, Macduff. What
need I fear of thee?

But yet I'll take a bond of fate.
Thou shalt not live..

That I may tell pale-hearted fear
it lies, and sleep in spite of thunder.

But what is this that rises
like the issue of a king,

And wears upon his baby-brow
the round and top of sovereignty?

Listen, but speak not to't.

Be lion-mettled, proud,
and take no care..

..who chafes, who frets,
or where conspirers are..

..Macbeth shall never vanquished be until..

..great Birnam wood to
high Dunsinane hill shall come against him.

That will never be,
who can impress the forest,..

..bid the tree unfix his earth-bound roots?

Sweet bodements! good!

Rebellious dead, rise never
'till the wood of Birnam rise,..

..and on's high place Macbeth
shall live his lease of nature..

..pay his breath to time and mortal custom.

Yet my heart throbs to know one thing..

Tell me, if your art can tell so much..

Shall Banquo's issue ever
reign in this kingdom?

Seek to know no more.

I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
and an eternal curse fall on you!

What noise is this?

- Show!

- Show! - Show!

- Show! - Show! - Show!

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart.

Come like shadows,..

..so depart!

Thou art too like the
spirit of Banquo. Down!

Thy crown does sear mine
eye-balls, and thy hair..

Thou other gold-bound
brow, is like the first.

A third is like the former.
Filthy hags!

Why do you show me this?
A fourth! Start, eyes!

What, will the line stretch
out to the crack of doom?

Another yet! A seventh!
I'll see no more.

And yet the eighth appears,
who bears a glass,

..which shows me many more..

..and some I see that two-fold
balls and treble sceptres carry.

Horrible sight! Now,
I see, 'tis true.

For the blood-bolter'd
Banquo smiles upon me,

..and points at them for his.

What, is this so?

Ay, sir, all this is so.

..but why stands Macbeth thus amazedly?

Come, sisters, cheer
we up his sprites,

..and show the best of our delights.

I'll charm the air to give a sound,

..while you perform your antic round.

That this..

..great king..

..may kindly say,

..our duties did his welcome pay.

Where are they? Gone?

Let this pernicious hour stand
aye accursed in the calendar!

Come in, without there!

- What's your grace's will?
- Saw you the weird sisters?

- No, my lord.
- Came they not by you?

No, indeed, my lord.

Infected be the air whereon they ride.

And damned all those
that trust them!

I did hear the galloping of
horse. Who was't came by?

'Tis two or three, my
lord, that bring you word.

Macduff is fled to England.

- Fled to England!
- Ay, my good lord.

Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits.

The flighty purpose never is
o'er took unless the deed go with it.

From this moment the
very first-lings of my heart..

..shall be the first-lings of my hand.

And even now, to crown
my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.

The castle of Macduff I will surprise,

..seize upon Fife.

Give to the edge o' the sword his wife..

..his babes, and all unfortunate souls..

..that trace him in his line.

No boasting like a fool.

This deed I'll do
before this purpose cool.

But no more sights!

Where are these gentlemen?

Come, bring me where they are.

Act IV.ii
Macdfuff's castle at Fife

What has he done, to make him fly the land?

You must have patience, madam.

He had none.

His flight was madness. When our actions do not,

..our fears do make us traitors.

You know not whether it was his wisdom or his fear.

Wisdom!

To leave his wife, to
leave his babes, his..

..mansion and his titles in a
place from whence himself does fly?

He loves us not. He wants the
natural touch for the poor wren,

The most diminutive of birds,
will fight, her young ones in her nest,

..against the owl.

All is the fear and nothing is the love.

As little is the wisdom,
where the flight so runs against all reason.

My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself,

..but for your husband,

..he is noble, wise, judicious,
and best knows the fits o' the season.

I dare not speak much further.

But cruel are the times, when we
are traitors and know not ourselves.

When we hold rumour from what we fear,
yet know not what we fear,

But float upon a wild and violent
sea each way and none,

I take my leave of you.
Shall not be long but I'll be here again.

Things at the worst will cease,

..or else climb upward to what they were before.

- My pretty cousin, blessing upon you!
- Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless.

I am so much a fool,

..should I stay longer,

..it would be my disgrace and your discomfort.

I take my leave at once.

Sirrah, your father's dead.

And what will you do now?
How will you live?

As birds do, mother.

What, with worms and flies?

With what I get, I mean; and so do they.

Poor bird! Thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,

The pitfall nor the gin.

Why should I, mother?
Poor birds they are not set for.

- My father is not dead, for all your saying.
- Yes, he is dead.

How wilt thou do for a father?

Nay, how will you do for a husband?

Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.

Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Thou speak'st with all thy wit.
Yet, i' faith, with wit enough for thee.

Was my father a traitor, mother?

Ay, that he was.

What is a traitor?

Why, one that swears and lies.

And be all traitors that do so?

Every one that does so is a
traitor, and must be hanged.

And must they all be hanged
that swear and lie?

Every one.

Who must hang them?

Why, the honest men.

Then the liars and swearers are fools,

..for there are liars and swearers enough..

..to beat the honest men and hang up them.

Now, God help thee, poor monkey!

But how wilt thou do for a father?

If he were dead,

..you'ld weep for.

If you would not, it were a good sign
that I should quickly have a new father.

Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!

Bless you, fair dame!

I am not to you known,

..though in your state of honour I am perfect.

I doubt some danger
does approach you nearly.

If you will take a homely man's advice,

Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.

To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage.

To do worse to you were fell cruelty,

..which is too nigh your person.

Heaven preserve you!

I dare abide no longer.

Whither should I fly?
I have done no harm.

But I remember now.

I am in this earthly world.
Where to do harm is often laudable.

To do good is sometime
accounted dangerous folly.

Why then,

..alas, do I put up that womanly defense,
to say 'I have done no harm'?

What are these faces?

Where is your husband?

I hope, in no place so unsanctified
Where such as thou mayst find him.

He's a traitor.

Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain!

What, you egg!

Young fry of treachery!

He has killed me, mother.

Run away, I pray you!

Murder!

Murder!

Murder!

Act IV.iii
Before the king's palace in England

Let us seek out some desolate shade,

..and there weep our sad bosoms empty.

Let us rather hold fast the mortal sword,

and like good men, bestride our down-fall'n birthdom.

Each new morn new widows howl, new orphans cry,

..new sorrows strike heaven on the face..

..that it resounds as if it felt with Scotland..

.. and yelled out like syllable of dolour.

What I believe I'll wail,

..what know believe, and what I can redress,

..as I shall find the time to friend, I will.

What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.

This tyrant,

..whose sole name blisters our tongues,

..was once thought honest.

You have loved him well.

He hath not touched you yet.

I am young.

But something you may deserve of him through me.

And wisdom..

..to offer up a weak poor innocent lamb..

..to appease an angry god.

I am not treacherous.

But Macbeth is.

A good and virtuous nature
may recoil in an imperial charge.

But I shall crave your pardon.

That which you are my
thoughts cannot transpose.

Angels are bright still,

..though the brightest fell.

Though all things foul would
wear the brows of grace,

Yet grace must still look so.

I have lost my hopes.

Perchance even there where
I did find my doubts.

Why in that rawness left
you wife and child,

Those precious motives,
those strong knots of love,

Without leave-taking?

I pray you,

Let not my jealousies be your
dishonours, But mine own safeties.

You may be rightly just,
whatever I shall think.

Bleed,

..bleed, poor country!

Great tyranny!

Lay thou thy basis sure, for
goodness dare not cheque thee.

Wear thou thy wrongs. The title is affeer'd!

Fare thee well, lord.

I would not be the villain that thou think'st
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,

And the rich East to boot.

Be not offended. I speak not
as in absolute fear of you.

I think our country sinks
beneath the yoke.

It weeps, it bleeds,

..and each new day a gash
is added to her wounds.

I think withal there would be
hands uplifted in my right.

And here from gracious England
have I offer of goodly thousands.

But, for all this, when I shall tread
upon the tyrant's head or..

..wear it on my sword

yet my poor country shall have
more vices than it had before.

More suffer and more
sundry ways than ever,

By him that shall succeed.

- What should he be?
- It is myself, ..

.. I mean.

..in whom I know all the
particulars of vice so grafted that,..

..when they shall be opened, black
Macbeth will seem as pure as snow,

..and the poor state esteem him as a lamb,

..being compared with my confineless harms.

Not in the legions of horrid hell..

..can come a devil more
damned in evils to top Macbeth.

I grant him bloody..

Luxurious, avaricious, false,
deceitful, sudden, malicious,

..smacking of every sin that has a name,

..but there's no bottom,

..none, in my voluptuousness,

..your wives, your daughters,
your matrons and your maids,

..could not fill up the cistern
of my lust, and my desire,

All continent impediments would
o'er bear that did oppose my will.

Better Macbeth..

..than such a one to reign.

Boundless intemperance in nature is a tyranny.

it hath been the untimely emptying of the
happy throne and fall of many kings.

But fear not yet,

..to take upon you what is yours.

you may convey your pleasures in
a spacious plenty, and yet seem cold.

the time you may so hoodwink.
we have willing dames enough.

There cannot be that vulture
in you, to devour so many..

As will to greatness dedicate
themselves, finding it so inclined.

With this there grows in my
most ill-composed affection,

..such a staunchless avarice that, were I king,

..I should cut off the nobles for their lands,

..desire his jewels and this other's house..

..and my more-having would be
as a sauce to make me hunger more.

That I should forge quarrels
unjust against the good and loyal..

..destroying them for wealth.

This avarice sticks deeper,

..grows with more pernicious
root than summer-seeming lust,

..and it hath been the sword of our slain kings.

Yet do not fear.

Scotland hath foisons to fill up
your will of your mere own.

all these are portable, with
other graces weighed.

But I have none.

The king-becoming graces, as justice,
verity, temperance, stableness,

Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
devotion, courage, patience, fortitude..

I have no relish of them, but abound
in the division of each several crime,

..acting it many ways.

Nay, had I power, I should pour
the sweet milk of concord into hell,

..uproar the universal peace,
confound all unity on earth.

O Scotland, Scotland!

If such a one be fit to govern, speak..

I am as I have spoken.

Fit to govern! No, not to live.

O nation miserable,

With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered.

When shalt thou see thy
wholesome days again.

Since that the truest issue of thy throne
by his own interdiction stands accursed.

And does blaspheme his breed?

Thy royal father was a most sainted king.

The queen that bore thee,
oftener upon her knees than on her feet,

Died every day she lived.
Fare thee well!

These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
have banished me from Scotland.

O my breast, thy hope ends here!

Macduff, this noble passion,

Child of integrity, hath from my
soul wiped the black scruples,

..reconciled my thoughts to
thy good truth and honour.

Devilish Macbeth by many of these trains
hath sought to win me into his power,

..and modest wisdom plucks me
from over-credulous haste.

..but God above deal between thee and me!

For even now I put myself to thy direction,
and unspeak mine own detraction,

..here abjure the taints and blames
I laid upon myself, for strangers to my nature.

I am yet unknown to woman,

..never was forsworn, scarcely
have coveted what was mine own,

At no time broke my faith,

would not betray the devil to his fellow
and delight no less in truth than life.

My first false speaking
was this upon myself.

what I am truly, is thine..

..and my poor country's to command.

Whither indeed, before thy
here-approach, Old Siward,

..with ten thousand warlike men,
already at a point, was setting forth.

Now we'll together, and the chance
of goodness be like our warranted quarrel!

Why are you silent?

Such welcome and
unwelcome things at once..

'Tis hard to reconcile.

- See, who comes here?
- My countryman, but yet I know him not.

- My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
- I know him now..

Good God, betimes remove
the means that makes us strangers!

Sir, amen.

Stands Scotland where it did?

Alas, poor country!

Almost afraid to know itself.

It cannot be called
our mother, but our grave..

..where nothing, but who knows
nothing, is once seen to smile.

Where sighs and groans and shrieks
that rend the air are made, not marked.

Where violent sorrow
seems a modern ecstasy.

The dead man's knell is there
scarce asked for who,

and good men's lives expire
before the flowers in their caps,

..dying or ere they sicken.

O, relation

Too nice, and yet too true!

What's the newest grief?

That of an hour's age doth
hiss the speaker.

Each minute teems a new one.

- How does my wife?
- Why, well.

- And all my children?
- Well too.

- The tyrant has not battered at their peace?
- No, they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

But not a niggard of your speech. How goes't?

When I came hither to transport the tidings,
Which I have heavily borne,

..there ran a rumour of many
worthy fellows that were out,

..which was to my belief witnessed the rather,

..for that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot.

Now is the time of help.

Your eye in Scotland would create soldiers,

..make our women fight,
to doff their dire distresses.

Be't their comfort we are coming thither.

Gracious England hath lent us good Siward,

..and ten thousand men.

An older and a better soldier
none that Christendom gives out.

Would I could answer this
comfort with the like!

But I have words that would
be howled out in the desert air,

..where hearing should not latch them.

What concern they?

The general cause?

Or is it a fee-grief due to
some single breast?

No mind that's honest
but in it shares some woe,

..though the main part
pertains to you alone.

If it be mine, keep it not from me,
quickly let me have it.

Let not your ears despise
my tongue for ever,

That shall possess them with
the heaviest sound that ever yet they heard.

I guess at it.

Your castle is surprised.

Your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.

To relate the manner, were, on the quarry of these
murdered deer, to add the death of you.

Merciful heaven!

What, man!

Ne'er pull your hat upon your brows.

Give sorrow words.

The grief that does not speak
whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

My children too?

Wife, children, servants,
all that could be found.

And I must be from thence!

My wife killed too?

I have said.

Be comforted.

Let's make us medicines
of our great revenge,

..to cure this deadly grief.

He has

..no children.

All my pretty ones?

Did you say all?

O hell-kite!

All?

What?

All my pretty chickens and
their dam at one fell swoop?

- Dispute it like a man.
- I shall do so.

But I must also feel it as a man.

I cannot but remember such things were,
that were most precious to me.

Did heaven look on..

..and would not take their part?

Sinful Macduff,

..they were all struck for thee!

Naught that I am..

Not for their own demerits, but for mine,

..fell slaughter on their souls.

Heaven rest them now.

Be this the whetstone of your sword.

Let grief convert to anger.

Blunt not the heart, enrage it.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes..

..and braggart with my tongue,

..but, gentle heavens,

..cut short all intermission.

Front to front bring thou this
fiend of Scotland and myself.

Within my sword's length set him.

If he 'scape, heaven forgive him too!

This tune goes manly.

Come, go we to the king.

Our power is ready.

Our lack is nothing but our leave.

Macbeth is ripe for shaking,

..and the powers above
put on their instruments.

Receive what cheer you may,

..the night is long
that never finds the day.

Act V.i
In a back room of the castle at Dunsinane

I have two nights
watched with you,

..but can perceive no
truth in your report.

When was it she last walked?

Since his majesty went into the field,
I have seen her rise from her bed..

..throw her night-gown upon
her, unlock her closet,

..take forth paper, fold it, write
upon it, read it, afterwards seal it,

..and again return to bed.

Yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

A great perturbation in nature,

..to receive at once the benefit
of sleep, and do the effects of watching.

In this slumbery agitation, besides
her walking and other actual performances,

..what, at any time,
have you heard her say?

That, sir, which I will
not report after her.

You may to me, and 'tis
most meet you should.

Neither to you nor any one, having
no witness to confirm my speech.

Lo you, here she comes!
This is her very guise,

..and, upon my life, fast asleep.

Observe her. Stand close.

- How came she by that light?
- Why, it stood by her.

She has lights by her continually.
'Tis her command.

- You see, her eyes are open.
- Ay.

..but their sense is shut.

What is it she does now? Look..

..how she rubs her hands.

It is an accustomed action with her,
to seem to be thus washing her hands.

I have known her continue
in this a quarter of an hour.

Yet here's a spot!

Hark! She speaks. I will set
down what comes from her,

..to satisfy my remembrance
the more strongly.

Out, damned spot!

Out, I say!

One, two. Why, then, 'tis time to do't.

Hell is murky!

Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard?

What need we fear who knows it,
when none can call our power to account?

Yet who would have thought
the old man to..

..have had so much blood in him.

Do you mark that?

The thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now?
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?

No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that.
You mar all with this starting.

Go to, go to. You have known
what you should not.

She has spoke what she
should not, I am sure of that.

Heaven knows what she has known.

Here's the smell of the blood still.

All the perfumes of Arabia..

..will not sweeten..

..this little hand.

Oh..

..oh..

Oh!

What a sigh is there!

The heart is sorely charged.

I would not have such a heart in
my bosom for the dignity of the whole body.

- Well, well, well.
- Pray God it be, sir.

This disease is beyond my practise.

Yet I have known those which
have walked in their sleep,

..who have died holily in their beds.

Wash your hands, put on your
nightgown. Look not so pale.

I tell you yet again, Banquo's
buried. He cannot come out on's grave.

Even so?

To bed, to bed!

There's knocking at the gate.

Come, come, come, come,

Give me your hand.

What's done cannot be undone.

To bed..

..to bed..

..to bed.

- Will she go now to bed?
- Directly.

Foul whisperings are abroad.

Unnatural deeds do breed
unnatural troubles.

Infected minds to their deaf
pillows will discharge their secrets.

More needs she the divine
than the physician.

God, God forgive us all!
Look after her.

Remove from her the means
of all annoyance, and still keep eyes upon her.

So, good night.

My mind she has mated,
and amazed my sight.

I think, but dare not speak.

Good night, good doctor.

Act V.ii
The country near Dunsinane.

The English power is near,

..led on by Malcolm, his uncle
Siward and the good Macduff.

Revenges burn in them
for their dear causes..

..would to the bleeding and the
grim alarm excite the mortified man.

Near Birnam wood shall we
well meet them, that way are they coming.

Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

For certain, sir, he is not.

I have a file of all the gentry.

There is Siward's son,

And many unrough youths that
even now protest their first of manhood.

- What does the tyrant?
- Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

Some say he's mad,

..others that lesser hate him do
call it valiant fury. But, for certain,

He cannot buckle his distempered
cause within the belt of rule.

Now does he feel his secret
murders sticking on his hands.

Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach.

Those he commands move
only in command, nothing in love.

Now does he feel his title
hang loose about him,

..like a giant's robe
upon a dwarfish thief.

Who then shall blame
his pestered senses to recoil and start,

..when all that is within him
does condemn itself for being there?

Well, march we on, to give
obedience where 'tis truly owed.

Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,

..and with him pour we in our
country's purge each drop of us.

Or so much as it needs,

..to dew the sovereign flower..

..and drown the weeds.

Make we our march towards Birnam.

Act V.iii
A room in the castle at Dunsinane

Bring me no more reports..

..let them fly all.

'till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear.

What's the boy Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman?

The spirits that know all mortal
consequences have pronounced me thus.

'Fear not, Macbeth. No man that's born
of woman shall e'er have power upon thee.'

Then fly, false thanes,

..and mingle with the English epicures.

The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
will never sag with doubt,

..nor shake with fear.

The devil damn thee black,
thou cream-faced loon!

Where got'st thou that goose look?

- There is ten thousand.
- Geese, villain?

Soldiers, sir.

Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch?

Death of thy soul! Those linen
cheeks of thine are counselors to fear.

- What soldiers, whey-face?
- The English force, so please you.

Take thy face hence.

Seyton! I am sick at heart, when I behold..

Seyton, I say!

This push..

..will cheer me ever...

..or disseat me now.

I have lived long enough.

My way of life..

Is fallen into the sear,
the yellow leaf.

And that which should
accompany old age, as..

..honour, love, obedience,
troops of friends,

..I must not look to have.
but, in their stead, curses..

..not loud but deep,
mouth-honour,

..breath, which the poor heart
would fain deny, and dare not.

Seyton!

- What is your gracious pleasure?
- What news more?

All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.

I'll fight till from my bones
my flesh be hacked.

Give me mine armour.

- 'Tis not needed yet.
- I'll put it on!

Send out more horses. Skirr the country round.

Hang those that talk of fear. Give me my armour.

How does your patient, doctor?

Not so sick, my lord,
as she is troubled with..

..thick coming fancies, that
keep her from her rest.

Cure her of that.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
raze out the written troubles of the brain..

..and with some sweet oblivious antidote
cleanse the fraught bosom of that perilous stuff..

..which weighs upon the heart?

Therein the patient must
minister to himself.

Throw physic to the dogs.
I'll none of it.

Come, put mine armour on.
Give me my sword.

Seyton, send out.
Doctor, the thanes fly from me.

Come, sir, dispatch.

If thou couldst, doctor, cast the
waters of my land, find her disease,

..and purge it to a sound
and pristine health,

..I would applaud thee to the
very echo, that should applaud again.

Pull't off, I say.

What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
would scour these English hence?

- Hear'st thou of them?
- Ay, my good lord.

Your royal preparation
makes us hear something.

Bring it after me.

I will not be afraid of death and bane,

..'Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

Were I away from Dunsinane and clear,
profit again should hardly draw me here.

Act V.iv
Countryside near Birnam wood

Cousins,

..I hope the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.

We doubt it nothing.

- What wood is this before us?
- The wood of Birnam.

Let every soldier hew him down
a bough and bear it before him.

Thereby shall we shadow
the numbers of our host,

..and make discovery err in report of us.

It shall be done.

We learn no other but the
confident tyrant keeps still in Dunsinane,

..and will endure
Our setting down before it.

'Tis his main hope.

For where there is advantage to be gone,

..both more and less have given him the revolt,

..and none serve with him but constrained things..

..whose hearts are absent too.

Let our just censures
attend the true event,

..and put we on industrious soldiership.

The time approaches when we
with due decision we will know..

..what we will have and what we will owe.

Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,

..but certain issue strokes must arbitrate.

Towards which advance the war.

Act V.v
Within the Castle at Dunsinane

Hang out our banners on the outward walls..

The cry is still 'They come'
Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn.

Here let them lie, 'till famine
and the ague eat them up.

Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
we might have met them dareful, beard to beard..

..and beat them backward home.

What is that noise?

It is the cry of women, my good lord.

I have almost forgot the taste of fears.

The time has been,
my senses would have cooled..

To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir.

As life were in't, I have
supped full with horrors.

Direness, familiar to my
slaughterous thoughts cannot once start me.

Wherefore was that cry?

The queen, my lord..

..is dead.

She should have died hereafter.

There would have been
a time for such a word.

To-morrow..

..and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day..

..to the last syllable of recorded time,
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools..

..the way to dusty death. Out!

Out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow,
a poor player..

..that struts and frets his hour upon
the stage and then is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot,

..full of sound and fury,

..signifying..

..nothing.

Thou comest to use thy tongue.
Thy story quickly.

Gracious my lord, I should report that
which I say I saw, but know not how to do it.

Well, say, sir.

As I did stand my watch upon the hill,

..I looked toward Birnam,
and anon, methought,

The wood began to move.

Liar and slave

Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
within this three mile may you see it coming.

I say, a moving grove.

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

..'till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,

..I care not if thou dost for me as much.

I pull in resolution, and begin
to doubt the equivocation of the fiend..

..that lies like truth.

'Till Birnam wood do come to Dunsinane'
and now a wood comes towards Dunsinane.

Arm, arm, and out!

If this which he avouches does appear,
there is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.

I gin to be aweary of the sun,

..and wish the estate o' the
world were now undone.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow,
wind! Come, wrack!

At least we'll die with
harness on our back.

Act V.vi
Before the castle at Dunsinane

Now near enough.

Your leafy screens throw down
and show like those you are.

You, worthy uncle, shall, with
my cousin, your right-noble son,

..lead our first battle.

Worthy Macduff and we shall take
upon 's what else remains to do,

According to our order.

Fare you well.

Do we but find the
tyrant's power to-night,

Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

Make all our trumpets speak.
Give them all breath,

Those clamorous harbingers
of blood and death.

Act V.vii
Another part of the field.

They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
but, bear-like, I must fight the course.

What's he that was not born of woman?
Such a one am I to fear, or none.

- What is thy name?
- Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

No. Though thou call'st thyself
a hotter name than any is in hell.

My name's Macbeth.

The devil himself could not pronounce
a title more hateful to mine ear.

- No, nor more fearful.
- Thou liest, abhorred tyrant..

with my sword I'll prove the
lie thou speak'st.

- Thou wast born of woman
- Make all the trumpets speak, give them more breath.

But swords I smile at,
weapons laugh to scorn,

..brandished by man that's
of a woman born.

That way the noise is.

Tyrant, show thy face!

If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
my wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.

I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose
arms are hired to bear their staves.

Either thou, Macbeth, or else my sword
with an unbattered edge I sheathe again undeeded.

There thou shouldst be.

By this great clatter, one of
greatest note seems bruited.

Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.

This way, my lord!

The castle's gently rendered.
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight.

The noble thanes do bravely in the war.
The day almost itself professes yours,

And little is to do.

We have met with foes
that strike beside us.

Enter, sir, the castle.

Act V.iix
Another part of the field

Why should I play the Roman fool,
and die on mine own sword?

Whiles I see lives, the gashes
do better upon them.

Turn, hell-hound, turn!

Of all men else I have avoided
thee. But get thee back.

My soul is too much charged
with blood of thine already.

I have no words. My voice
is in my sword.

thou bloodier villain than terms
can give thee out!

Thou losest labour.

As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air with
thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.

I bear a charmed life, which must
not yield, to one of woman born.

Let the angel whom thou still
hast served tell thee,

Macduff was from his mother's
womb untimely ripped.

Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,

For it hath cow'd my better part of man!

And be these juggling fiends
no more believed,

That palter with us in a double sense,

That keep the word of promise to our ear,

And break it to our hope.
I'll not fight with thee.

Then yield thee, coward,

..and live to be the show
and gaze o' the time.

We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters
are, painted on a pole, and underwrit,

'Here may you see the tyrant.'

I will not yield,

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
and to be baited with the rabble's curse.

Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
and thou opposed, being of no woman born,

Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,

..and damned be him that first
cries, 'Hold, enough!'

I would the friends we miss
were safe arrived.

Some must go off,
and yet, by these I see,

So great a day as this
is cheaply bought.

Macduff is missing,

..and your noble son.

Your son, my lord, has paid
a soldier's debt.

He only lived but till he was a man.

The which no sooner had
his prowess confirmed,

..In the unshrinking station
where he fought,

- But like a man he died.
- Then he is dead?

Ay, and brought off the field.

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured
by his worth, for then it had no end.

Had he his hurts before?

- Ay, on the front.
- Why then? ..

..God's soldier be he!

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

..I would not wish them to a fairer death.

-..and so, his knell is knoll'd.

He's worth more sorrow,
and that I'll spend for him.

He's worth no more.

They say he parted well, and paid
his score, and so, God be with him!

Here comes newer comfort.

Hail, king!

For so thou art.

Behold, where stands the
usurper's cursed head.

The time is free.

I see thee compassed
with thy kingdom's pearl,

..that speak my salutation in their minds,

..whose voices I desire aloud with mine.

Hail, King of Scotland!

Hail, King of Scotland!

We shall not spend a
large expense of time,

..before we reckon with
your several loves,

..and make us even with you.

My thanes and kinsmen,

..henceforth be earls.

The first that ever Scotland
in such an honour named.

What's more to do, which would
be planted newly with the time,

..as calling home our exiled friends abroad..

..that fled the snares of watchful tyranny,

..producing forth the cruel
ministers of this dead butcher,

..and his fiend-like queen.

..who, as 'tis thought, by self
and violent hands took off her life.

This, and what needful else
that calls upon us,

..by the grace of Grace,

..we will perform in
measure, time and place.

So, thanks to all at once,

..and to each one,

..whom we invite to see
us crowned at Scone.

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