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SCENE 7.-Dunsinane. Within the Castic. Enter, Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
Fare you wellMah. Hang out our banners on the outward walls ;
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, The cry is still, They come : Our castle's strength
Let us be beaten, if we caonot fight. Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie,
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all Till famine, and the ague, eat them up:
breath, Were they not fore'd with those that should be ours,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
[Exeunt. Alarums continued. And beat them backward home. What is that noise ? | SCENE VII.-The same. Another part of the Plain. [A cry within, of women.
Enter Macbeth. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, Mart. I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's he, The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.
Enter Young Siward.
Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Cannot onee start me.-Wherefore was that cry? Macb.
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.
Yo. Siw. No; tho’ thou call'st thyself a hotter name Moch. She should have died hereafter ;
Than any is in hell. There would have been a time for such a word.
My name's Macbeth. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
title To the last syllable of recorded time;
More hateful to mine ear. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
No, nor more fearful. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my Lil's but a walking shadow ; a poor player,
sword That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. And then is heard no more: it is a tale
[They fight, and young Siward is slain. Toll by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Macb. Thou wast born of woman.-
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Erit.
Alarums. Enter Macduff.
Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy I shall report that which I say I saw,
face : But know not how to do it.
If thou best slain, and with no stroke of mine,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
Are hird to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, The wood began to move.
Or clse my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, Mart.
Liar, and slave ! [Striking him. I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be; Mes. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
By this great clatter, one of greatest note Within this three mile may you see it coming ;
Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune, I say, a moving grove.
And more I beg not.
(E.cit. Alarum. Mach. If thou speak'st false,
Enter Maleolm and Old Siward. Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently renTill famine eling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
der'd : I care pot if thou dost for me as much
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; I pull in resolution ; and begin
The noble thanes do bravely in the war ; To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
The day almost itself professes yours, That lies like truth; Fear not, till Birnam wood
And little is to do. De come to Dunsinane ;-and now a wood
We have met with foes Como toward Dunsinane-Arm, arm, and out!
That strike beside us. If this, which he avouches, does appear,
Enter, sir, the castle. There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
[Exeunt. Alorum. 1 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
Mach. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die At least we'll die with harness on our back. (Exeunt.
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them. SCENE VI.-The same. A Plain before the Castle.
Re-enter Macduff. Enter, with Drums and Colours, Malcolm, old Se
Turn, hell-hound, turn. ward, Macduff, br. and their Army, with boughs.
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw But get thee brack, my soul is too much charg'd down,
With blood of thine already.
I have no words,
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Lead our first battle: worthy Macdnff, and we, Than terms can give thee out! [They fight.
Then he is dead ?
Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade op vulnerable crests;
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
It hath no end. To one of woman born.
Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Why then, God's soldier be hel
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
He's worth more sorrow, And be these jugeling fiends no more believ'd, And that I'll spend for him. That palter with as in a double sense ;
He's worth no more; That keep the word of promise to our ear,
They say, be parted well, and paid his score: And break it to our hope.--I'll'not fight with thee. So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort. Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth's Head on a Pole. And live to be the show and gaze of the time.
Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Beliold, where We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
stands Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,
The usurper's cursed head · the time is free: Here may you see the tyrant.
I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Maco.
I'll not yield,
That speak my salutation in their minds; To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Hai), king of Scotland ! Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
King of Scotland, hail! [Flouriska And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Yet I will try the last : Before my body
Before we reckon with your several loves, I throw my warlike shield: Lay on Macduff";
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, And damp'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
[Exeunt, figluing. In such an honour nam’d. What's more to do, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Colours. Which would be planted newly with the time,
Malcolm, old Siward, Rosse, Lenox, Angus, Cath As calling bome our exild friends abroad, ness, Menteth, and Soldiers.
That Med the shares of watchful tyranny; Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriyd. Producing forth the cruel ministers
Siw. Some must go oft*: and yet, by these I see, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands Mal. Macduflis missing, and your noble son. Took off her life ;-This, and what needful else
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place:
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. But like a man he died.
Arch-duke of Austria.
Chatillon, ambassador from France to king Johns
king John. Rob rt Bigoc, carl of Norfolk.
Constance, mother to Arthur. Huburi de Burgh, chamberlain to the king.
Blanch, daughter to Alphonso, king of Castile, and Robert Faulconbridge, son of Sir Robert Faulcon
niece to king John. bridge :
Lady Faulconbridge, mother to the bastard, and Robert
Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
SCENE-sometimes in England, and sometimes in Lewis, the dauphin.
Pembroke, look to't : Farewell, Chatillon.
[Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke SCENE I.-- Northampton A Room of State in the
Eli. What now, my son ? have I not ever said,
Till she had kindled France, and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her son ?
This might have been prevented, and made whole,
With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.
K. John. Our strong possession, and our right, for us. The borrow'd majesty of England here.
Eli. Your strong possession, much more than your Eli. A strange beginning :-borrow'd majesty!
right; K. John. Silence, good mother; bear the embassy. Or else it must go wrong with you, and me:
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf So much my conscience whispers in your ear;
Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear.
Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire, who whispers
Essex. To Ireland, Poietiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine ;
Essex. My liege, here is the strangest controversy, Desiring thee to lay aside the sword,
Come from the country to be judg'd by you,
Tbat e'er I heard : Shall I produce the men ?
K. John. Let them approach. [Exit Sher.
Our abbies, and our priories, shall pay
ip, his bastard brother,
Bast. Your faithful subject I, a gentleman, Controlment for controlment: so answer France. Born in Northamptonshire; and eldest son,
Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth, As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge ; The furthest limit of my embassy.
A soldier, by the honor-giving hand K.John. Bear mine to him, and so depart in peace :
of Cæur-de-lion knighted in the field. Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ;
K. John. What art thou ? For ere thou canst report I will be there,
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge.
K. Joln. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir ?
Bast. Most certain of one mother, mighty king,
That is well known; and, as I think, one father:
But, for the certain knowledge of that truth, My mother's son did get your father's heir ; I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother ; Your father's heir must have your father's land. of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
Rob. Shall then my father's will be of no force; Eli. Out on thee, rude man! thou dost shame thy To dispossess that child which is not his? mother,
Bast, of no more force to dispossess me, sir, And wound her honour with this diffidence.
Than was his will to get me, as I think. Bast. 1, madam? no, I have no reason for it; Eli. Whether hadst thou rather,-be a FaulconThat is my hrother's plea, and none of mine ;
bridge, The which if he can prove, 'a pops me out
And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land ; At least from fair five hundred pound a year : Or the reputed son of Cour-de-lion, Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my land ! Lord of thy presence, and no land beside ? K. John. A good blant fellow :-Why, being young Bast. Madam, an if my brother had my shape, er born,
And I had his, sir Robert his, like him; Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ?
And if my legs were two such riding-rods, Bast. I know not why, except to get the land. My arms such eel-skins stuffd; my face so thin, But once he slander'd me with bastardy:
That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose, But whe'r I be as tiue begot, or no,
Lest men should say, Look, where three-farthings goes! That still I lay upon my mother's head ;
And, to bis shape, were heir to all this land, But, that I am as well begot, my liege,
'Would I might never stir from off this place, (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me!) I'd give it every foot to have this face; Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.
I would not be sir Nob in any case. If old sir Robert did beget us both,
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy fortune, And were our father, and this son like him ;
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me? O old sir Robert, father, on my knee
I am a soldier, and now bound to France. I give heaven thanks, I was not like to thee.
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take my chance : K. John. Why, what a madcap liath heaven lent us Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year; here!
Yet sell your face for five-pence, and 'tis dear,
Eli. Nay, I would have you go before me thither, Do you not read some tokens of my son
Bast. Our country manners give our better way. In the large coinposition of this man?
K. John. What is thy name?
Bast. Because he hath a half-face, like my father ; form thou bear'st:
Rob. My gracious liege, when that my father livd, Bast. Brother, by the mother's side, give me your Your brother did employ my father much ;
hand; Bast. Well, sir, by this you cannot get my land; My father gave me honour, your's gave land :Your tale must be, how he employ'd my mother. Now blessed be the hour, by night or day,
Rob. And once despatchd him in an embassy When I was got, sir Robert was away! To Germany, there, with the emperor,
Eli. The very spirit of Plantagenet !To treat of high affairs touching that time:
I am thy grandame, Richard; call me 80. The advantage of his absence took the king,
Bast. Madam, by chance, but not by truth : What And in the mean time sojour'd at my father's ;
Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night; (As I have heard my father speak himself)
And have is have, however men do catch : When this same lusty gentleman was got.'
Near or far off, well won is still well shot ; Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
And I am I, howe'er I was begot. His lands to me; and took it, on his death,
K. John. Go, Faulconbridge ; now hast thou thy That this, my mother's son, was none of his ;
desire, And, if he were, he came into the world
A landless knight makes thee a landed 'squire. Full fourteen weeks before the course of time. -Come, madam, and come, Richard; we must speed Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, For France, for France; for it is more than need. My father's land, as was my father's will.
Bast. Brother, adieu ! Good fortune come to thee; K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate ; For thou wașt got i'the way of honesty. Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him :
[Excunt all but the Bastard. And, if she did play false, the fault was hers;
A foot of honour better than I was ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands But many a many foot of land the worse. That marry wives. Tell me, how if my brother, Well, now can I make any Joan a lady :Who, as you say, took pains to get this son,
Good den, sir Richard-God-c-mercy, fellow ;-
And if his name be George, I'll call lim Peter:
Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise
To make room for him in my husband's bed:-
Thou art the issue of my dear offence,
Bast. Now, by this light, were I to get again,
Madam, I would not wish a better father. At your employment; at your service, sir :
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, No, sir, says question, 1, sweet sir, at yours :
And so doth yours; your fault was not your folly: And so, ere answer knows what question would, Needs must you lay your heart at his disposez(Saving in dialogue of compliment;
Subjected tribute to commanding love,And talking of the Alps, and Apennines,
Against whose fury and unmatched force The Pyrenean, and the river Po.)
The awless lion could not wage the fight, It draws towards supper in conclusion so.
Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand But this is worshipful society,
He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, And fits the mounting spirit, like myself:
May easily win a woman's. Ay, my mother, For he is but a bastard to the time,
With all my heart I thank thee for my father! That doth not smack of observation;
Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well (And so am I, whether I smack, or no ;)
When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. And not alone in babit and device,
Come, lady, I will shew thee to my kin; Exterior form, outward accoutrement;
And they shall say, when Richard me begot, But from the inward motion to deliver
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin : Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth:
Who says it was, he lies ; I say, 'twas not. (Exeunt. Which, though I will not practise to deceive, Yet, to avoid deceit, I mean to learn; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.But who comes in such haste, in riding robes ? What woman post is this? hath she no husband,
ACT IL. That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
SCENE 1.-France. Before the walls of Angiers. En. Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney. ter, on one side, the Archduke of Austria, and Forces ; o me! it is my mother :-How now, good lady?
on th: other, Philip, King of France, and Forces; What brings you here to court so hastily?
Lewis, Constance, Arthur, and Attendants. Lady F. Where is that slave, thy brother? where is
BEFORE Angiers well met, brave Austria.That holds in chase mine honour up and down?
Arthur, that great fore-runner of thy blood, Bast. My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son?
Richard, that robb’d the lion of his heart, Colbrand the giant, that same mighty man?
And fought the holy wars in Palestine, Is it sir Robert's son, that you seek so?
By this brave duke came early to his grave:
At our importance hither is he come,
And to rebuke the usurpation
Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. Bart.
Philip ?-sparrow!-James, Arthur. God shall forgive you Caur-de-lion's death, There's toys abroad: anon I'll tell thee more. The rather, that you give his offspring life,
[Exit Gurney. || Shadowing their right under your wings of war: -Madam, I was not old sir Robert's son ;
I give you welcome with a powerless hand, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me
But with a heart full of unstained love: Upon Good-Friday, and ne'er broke his fast:
Welcome before the gates of Angiers, duke. Sir Robert could do well; Marry, (to confess!)
Lewis. A noble boy ! Who would not do the right? Could he get me? Sir Robert could not do it;
Aust. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,
That to my home I will no more return,
Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour? Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? And coops from other lands her islanders,
Best. Knight, knight, good mother, -Basilisco like : Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that utmost corner of the west Legitimation, name, and all is gone:
Salute thee for her king : till then, fair boy. Then, good my mother, let me know my father ; Will I not think of home, but follow arins. Some
proper man, I hope ; Who was it, mother? Const. O, take bis mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Losy F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge? | Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, Best. As faithfully as I deny the devil.
To make a more requital to your love. Lady F. King Richard Cæurde-lion was thy fa Aust. The peace of heaven is theirs, that lift their ther;
swords By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd
In such a just and charitable war.