Macbeth

0:00:27 > 0:00:30SHELLS EXPLODE

0:00:44 > 0:00:47SHELLS EXPLODE

0:00:51 > 0:00:57What bloody man is that? He can report, as seemeth by his plight, of the revolt, the newest state.

0:00:59 > 0:01:03This is the sergeant who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'gainst my captivity.

0:01:03 > 0:01:04Hail, brave friend!

0:01:04 > 0:01:08Say to the king the knowledge of the broil as thou didst leave it.

0:01:08 > 0:01:10Doubtful it stood.

0:01:10 > 0:01:17as two spent swimmers, that do cling together and choke their art.

0:01:17 > 0:01:22The merciless Macdonald, from the Western Isles, is supplied

0:01:22 > 0:01:29and fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling showed like a rebel's whore.

0:01:30 > 0:01:32But all's too weak

0:01:32 > 0:01:38for brave Macbeth. Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel,

0:01:38 > 0:01:46which smoked with bloody execution carved out his passage till he faced the slave which ne'er shook hands,

0:01:46 > 0:01:53nor bade farewell to him, till he unseamed him from the nave to the chaps and fixed his

0:01:53 > 0:01:55head upon our battlements.

0:01:55 > 0:01:57Oh, valiant cousin!

0:01:57 > 0:01:58worthy gentleman!

0:02:00 > 0:02:08Mark, king of Scotland, Mark, no sooner justice had with valour armed, but the Norweyan lord

0:02:08 > 0:02:15surveying vantage with furbished arms and new supplies of men began a fresh assault.

0:02:15 > 0:02:18Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

0:02:18 > 0:02:23Yes as sparrows, eagles, or the hare, the lion.

0:02:23 > 0:02:28If I say sooth, I must report they were as cannons overcharged with

0:02:28 > 0:02:33double cracks, whether they meant to bathe in reeking wounds

0:02:33 > 0:02:39or memorise another Golgotha, I cannot tell.

0:02:42 > 0:02:43But I

0:02:43 > 0:02:46am faint, my gashes cry for help.

0:02:46 > 0:02:48So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.

0:02:48 > 0:02:51They smack of honour both.

0:02:51 > 0:02:53EXPLOSION

0:02:53 > 0:02:55Go get him surgeons.

0:03:13 > 0:03:16MONITOR BEEP QUICKENS

0:03:19 > 0:03:24MONITOR BEEP SLOWS

0:03:31 > 0:03:34MONITOR FLATLINES

0:03:41 > 0:03:44- When shall we three meet again?

0:03:44 > 0:03:48In thunder, lightning or in rain?

0:03:48 > 0:03:51When the hurly-burly is done.

0:03:51 > 0:03:54When the battle is lost and won.

0:03:54 > 0:03:57That will be the set of sun.

0:03:57 > 0:04:00- Where the place?- Upon the Heath.

0:04:01 > 0:04:04- There to meet with...- ALL: Macbeth.

0:04:06 > 0:04:09SQUELCHING

0:04:11 > 0:04:13Fair is foul.

0:04:13 > 0:04:15And foul is fair.

0:04:15 > 0:04:19Hover through the fog and filthy air.

0:04:21 > 0:04:27ALL: Fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through the fog

0:04:27 > 0:04:29and the filthy air.

0:04:41 > 0:04:43- Who comes here? - The worthy thane of Ross.

0:04:43 > 0:04:47- What a haste looks through his eyes! - God save the king! - Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

0:04:47 > 0:04:53From Fife, great king, where the Norweyan banners flout the sky and fan our people cold.

0:04:53 > 0:04:57Norway himself, with terrible numbers, assisted by

0:04:57 > 0:05:04that most disloyal traitor, the Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict till that the dauntless Macbeth

0:05:04 > 0:05:10confronted him with self-comparisons, point against point, rebellious arm against arm. And to conclude...

0:05:12 > 0:05:15..the victory fell on us.

0:05:15 > 0:05:18YES! YES!

0:05:19 > 0:05:20Great happiness!

0:05:20 > 0:05:26No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.

0:05:26 > 0:05:30Go pronounce his present death

0:05:30 > 0:05:35- and with his former title greet Macbeth.- I'll see it done.

0:05:37 > 0:05:41What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

0:06:13 > 0:06:15ALL: I'd rather, I'd rather Macbeth just come.

0:06:20 > 0:06:25The weird sisters, hand in hand, posters over sea and land.

0:06:27 > 0:06:32Thus do go about, about thrice to thine and thrice to mine

0:06:32 > 0:06:34and thrice again to make up nine.

0:06:36 > 0:06:39Peace! The charm's wound up.

0:06:51 > 0:06:54So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

0:07:21 > 0:07:22RIFLES COCKED

0:07:23 > 0:07:26What are these

0:07:26 > 0:07:30that look not like the inhabitants of the earth and yet are on it?

0:07:33 > 0:07:35Live you?

0:07:35 > 0:07:38Or are you aught that man may question?

0:07:39 > 0:07:41You seem to understand me,

0:07:41 > 0:07:46by each at once her chappy finger laying upon her skinny lips.

0:07:46 > 0:07:50You should be women

0:07:50 > 0:07:55and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so.

0:07:55 > 0:07:59Speak, if you can, what are you?

0:07:59 > 0:08:02All hail, Macbeth!

0:08:02 > 0:08:07Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!

0:08:07 > 0:08:13All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!

0:08:13 > 0:08:15All hail, Macbeth,

0:08:15 > 0:08:19thou shalt be king hereafter!

0:08:19 > 0:08:23Good sir, why do you start

0:08:23 > 0:08:26and seem to fear things that do sound so fair?

0:08:28 > 0:08:33In the name of truth, are ye fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly ye show?

0:08:33 > 0:08:38My noble partner You greet with present grace and great prediction

0:08:38 > 0:08:44of noble having and of royal hope, that he seems rapt with all.

0:08:44 > 0:08:47To me you speak not.

0:08:47 > 0:08:50If you can look into the seeds of time

0:08:50 > 0:08:54and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me.

0:08:54 > 0:08:57- Hail!- Hail! - Hail!

0:08:57 > 0:09:01Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

0:09:01 > 0:09:03Not so happy,

0:09:03 > 0:09:05yet much happier.

0:09:05 > 0:09:09Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none,

0:09:09 > 0:09:14so all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

0:09:14 > 0:09:16Banquo and Macbeth,

0:09:16 > 0:09:19all hail.

0:09:19 > 0:09:22Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.

0:09:22 > 0:09:27By my father's death I know I am Thane of Glamis, but how of Cawdor?

0:09:27 > 0:09:32The Thane of Cawdor lives, a prosperous gentleman, and to be king...

0:09:34 > 0:09:37..stands not within the prospect of belief, no more than to be Cawdor.

0:09:39 > 0:09:40Say...

0:09:41 > 0:09:46..from whence you owe this strange intelligence?

0:09:46 > 0:09:50Or why you stop our way with such prophetic greeting?

0:09:56 > 0:09:58METAL DOOR CLANGS

0:09:58 > 0:09:59Speak, I charge you.

0:09:59 > 0:10:01METAL DOOR CLANGS

0:10:06 > 0:10:11The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, and these are of them.

0:10:11 > 0:10:14Whither are they vanished?

0:10:14 > 0:10:16Into the air

0:10:16 > 0:10:22And what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind.

0:10:22 > 0:10:24Would they had stayed!

0:10:30 > 0:10:31Were such things here as we do speak about?

0:10:31 > 0:10:35Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?

0:10:35 > 0:10:38Your children shall be kings.

0:10:38 > 0:10:41- You shall be king.- And thane of Cawdor too, went it not so?

0:10:41 > 0:10:43To the selfsame tune and words.

0:10:43 > 0:10:45Who's here?

0:10:45 > 0:10:51The king hath happily received, Macbeth, the news of thy success,

0:10:51 > 0:10:57We are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks, only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

0:10:57 > 0:11:00And, for an earnest of a greater honour,

0:11:00 > 0:11:06he bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor.

0:11:06 > 0:11:08In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!

0:11:08 > 0:11:11For it is thine.

0:11:11 > 0:11:13What, can the devil speak true?

0:11:13 > 0:11:15The Thane of Cawdor lives.

0:11:15 > 0:11:18Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?

0:11:18 > 0:11:21Who was the thane lives yet,

0:11:21 > 0:11:23but under heavy judgment bears that life which he deserves to lose.

0:11:23 > 0:11:29Treasons capital, confessed and proved, have overthrown him.

0:11:33 > 0:11:37Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor!

0:11:37 > 0:11:40The greatest is behind.

0:11:40 > 0:11:44Do you not hope your children shall be kings, when those that gave the

0:11:44 > 0:11:47Thane of Cawdor to me promised no less to them?

0:11:47 > 0:11:53That trusted home might yet enkindle you unto the crown, besides the Thane of Cawdor.

0:11:53 > 0:11:55But 'tis strange.

0:11:55 > 0:11:57And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

0:11:57 > 0:12:03the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles,

0:12:03 > 0:12:06to betray us in deepest consequence.

0:12:06 > 0:12:08Cousins, a word, I pray you.

0:12:08 > 0:12:14Two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling act

0:12:14 > 0:12:16of the imperial theme....

0:12:19 > 0:12:23This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill.

0:12:25 > 0:12:27Cannot be good.

0:12:27 > 0:12:34If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?

0:12:34 > 0:12:35I am

0:12:35 > 0:12:37Thane of Cawdor.

0:12:39 > 0:12:42If good,

0:12:42 > 0:12:46why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image makes

0:12:46 > 0:12:51my seated heart knock at my ribs against the use of nature?

0:12:51 > 0:12:55Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

0:12:56 > 0:12:59My thought, whose...

0:13:01 > 0:13:02..murder

0:13:02 > 0:13:05yet is but fantastical,

0:13:05 > 0:13:11shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered in surmise,

0:13:11 > 0:13:13and nothing is but what is not.

0:13:16 > 0:13:19If chance will have me king, why,

0:13:19 > 0:13:23chance may crown me, without my stir.

0:13:23 > 0:13:26Come what come may,

0:13:26 > 0:13:32time and the hour run through the roughest day.

0:13:32 > 0:13:33Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

0:13:33 > 0:13:35I ask your favour.

0:13:35 > 0:13:40My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

0:13:40 > 0:13:42Let us toward the king.

0:13:45 > 0:13:49Think upon what hath chanced, and, in good time, the interim having

0:13:49 > 0:13:54- weighed it, let us speak our free hearts each to other.- Very gladly.

0:13:54 > 0:14:01Till then, enough. Come, friends.

0:14:10 > 0:14:12GUNSHOT

0:14:25 > 0:14:27Is execution done on Cawdor?

0:14:28 > 0:14:31Are not those in commission yet returned?

0:14:31 > 0:14:32My liege, they are not yet come back.

0:14:34 > 0:14:36But I have spoke with one that saw him die...

0:14:38 > 0:14:41..who did report that, very frankly, he confessed his treasons,

0:14:41 > 0:14:45implored your highness' pardon and set forth

0:14:45 > 0:14:46a deep repentance.

0:14:50 > 0:14:52Nothing in his life

0:14:52 > 0:14:55became him like the leaving it.

0:14:57 > 0:14:59He died

0:14:59 > 0:15:01as one that had been studied in his death.

0:15:03 > 0:15:07To throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 'twere a careless trifle.

0:15:07 > 0:15:11There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

0:15:11 > 0:15:16He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust.

0:15:26 > 0:15:28O worthiest cousin!

0:15:28 > 0:15:33The sin of my ingratitude even now was heavy on me.

0:15:33 > 0:15:39Would thou hadst less deserved, that the proportion both of thanks and payment might have been mine!

0:15:39 > 0:15:45Only I have left to say, more is thy due than more than all can pay.

0:15:45 > 0:15:50The service and the loyalty I owe in doing it pays itself.

0:15:50 > 0:15:56Your highness' part is to receive our duties, and our duties are to your throne and state, children

0:15:56 > 0:16:03and servants, which do but what they should, by doing everything safe toward your love and honour.

0:16:03 > 0:16:05Welcome hither.

0:16:05 > 0:16:12I have begun to plant thee, and will labour to make thee full of growing.

0:16:12 > 0:16:19Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved, nor must be known no less to have done so.

0:16:19 > 0:16:23Let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart.

0:16:23 > 0:16:26There if I grow, the harvest is your own.

0:16:28 > 0:16:35My plenteous joys, wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.

0:16:37 > 0:16:39Sons, kinsmen,

0:16:39 > 0:16:45thanes, and you whose places are the nearest, know

0:16:45 > 0:16:49we will establish our estate upon

0:16:51 > 0:16:59our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter the Prince of Cumberland,

0:16:59 > 0:17:04which honour must not unaccompanied invest him only,

0:17:04 > 0:17:10but signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers.

0:17:10 > 0:17:15From hence to Glamis, and bind us further to you.

0:17:15 > 0:17:23I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful the hearing of my wife with your approach.

0:17:23 > 0:17:25- Humbly take my leave. - My worthy Cawdor!

0:17:33 > 0:17:35The Prince of Cumberland!

0:17:35 > 0:17:39That is a step on which I must fall down,

0:17:41 > 0:17:43or else o'erleap, for in

0:17:43 > 0:17:46my way it lies.

0:17:47 > 0:17:51Stars, hide your fires

0:17:51 > 0:17:56Let not light see my black and deep desires

0:18:04 > 0:18:06"They met me in the day of success,

0:18:06 > 0:18:13"and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge.

0:18:13 > 0:18:16"When I burned in desire to question them further,

0:18:16 > 0:18:20"they made themselves air, into which they vanished.

0:18:20 > 0:18:27"Whilst I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me Thane of Cawdor,

0:18:27 > 0:18:31"by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me

0:18:31 > 0:18:35"to the coming on of time, with, 'Hail, king that shalt be!'

0:18:37 > 0:18:41"This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness,

0:18:41 > 0:18:46"that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee.

0:18:46 > 0:18:48"Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."

0:18:51 > 0:18:53Glamis thou art,

0:18:55 > 0:18:58and Cawdor.

0:19:07 > 0:19:09And shalt be what thou art promised.

0:19:12 > 0:19:15Yet do I fear thy nature.

0:19:16 > 0:19:21It is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way.

0:19:21 > 0:19:24Thou wouldst be great,

0:19:24 > 0:19:28art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend it.

0:19:33 > 0:19:36Hie thee hither...

0:19:37 > 0:19:41..that I may pour my spirits in thine ear

0:19:41 > 0:19:45and chastise with the valour of my tongue

0:19:45 > 0:19:50all that impedes thee from the golden round,

0:19:50 > 0:19:54which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem to have thee crowned withal.

0:19:55 > 0:19:58What is your tidings?

0:19:58 > 0:20:02The king comes here tonight.

0:20:04 > 0:20:06Thou art mad to say it.

0:20:06 > 0:20:09Is not thy master with him? Who, were't so, would have informed for preparation.

0:20:09 > 0:20:13So please you, it is true. Our thane is coming.

0:20:13 > 0:20:15Give him tending.

0:20:17 > 0:20:19He brings great news.

0:20:19 > 0:20:23RAVEN SCREECHES

0:20:23 > 0:20:25The raven himself is hoarse,

0:20:25 > 0:20:31but croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements.

0:20:44 > 0:20:46Come...

0:20:47 > 0:20:53..you spirits...that tend on mortal thoughts.

0:20:56 > 0:20:58Unsex me here...

0:20:59 > 0:21:01..and fill me

0:21:01 > 0:21:05from the crown to the toe top-full of

0:21:05 > 0:21:07direst cruelty!

0:21:10 > 0:21:12Make thick my blood.

0:21:13 > 0:21:16Stop up the access and passage to remorse,

0:21:16 > 0:21:20that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose...

0:21:22 > 0:21:26..nor keep peace between the effect and it!

0:21:29 > 0:21:31Come to my woman's breasts,

0:21:31 > 0:21:37and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.

0:21:37 > 0:21:41Wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief!

0:21:42 > 0:21:46Come, thick night,

0:21:46 > 0:21:50and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

0:21:50 > 0:21:56that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry,

0:21:56 > 0:21:59"Hold! Hold!"

0:22:15 > 0:22:16Great Glamis!

0:22:19 > 0:22:22Worthy Cawdor!

0:22:34 > 0:22:37Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!

0:22:37 > 0:22:42Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present, and I feel now the future in the instant.

0:22:42 > 0:22:44My dearest love...

0:22:47 > 0:22:51..Duncan comes here tonight.

0:22:51 > 0:22:54And when goes hence?

0:22:54 > 0:22:56Tomorrow, as he purposes.

0:22:57 > 0:23:00O, never shall sun that morrow see!

0:23:02 > 0:23:04Your face, my thane, is as a book

0:23:04 > 0:23:08where men may read strange matters.

0:23:08 > 0:23:14To beguile the time, look like the time, bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

0:23:14 > 0:23:19Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under't.

0:23:19 > 0:23:25He that's coming must be provided for, and you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch,

0:23:25 > 0:23:31which shall to all our nights and days to come give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

0:23:33 > 0:23:36We will speak further.

0:23:38 > 0:23:40Only look up clear,

0:23:40 > 0:23:44to alter favour ever is to fear.

0:23:48 > 0:23:51Leave all the rest to me.

0:24:09 > 0:24:12This castle hath a pleasant seat, the air

0:24:12 > 0:24:17nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses.

0:24:17 > 0:24:20See, see, our honoured hostess!

0:24:21 > 0:24:27The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.

0:24:27 > 0:24:33Herein I teach you how you shall bid God yield us for your pains, and thank us for your trouble.

0:24:33 > 0:24:40All our service in every point twice done and then done double were poor and single business to contend

0:24:40 > 0:24:48against those honours deep and broad wherewith your majesty loads our house.

0:24:50 > 0:24:53Where's the Thane of Cawdor?

0:24:53 > 0:24:57We coursed him at the heels, but he rides well, and his

0:24:57 > 0:25:02great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him to his home before us.

0:25:02 > 0:25:06Conduct me to mine host, we love him highly,

0:25:06 > 0:25:09and shall continue our graces towards him.

0:25:12 > 0:25:13By your leave, hostess.

0:25:18 > 0:25:20LAUGHTER

0:25:33 > 0:25:35MEAT SIZZLES

0:26:07 > 0:26:11If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.

0:26:12 > 0:26:15If the assassination could

0:26:15 > 0:26:18trammel up the consequence,

0:26:18 > 0:26:20and catch with her surcease

0:26:20 > 0:26:23success,

0:26:23 > 0:26:30that but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here,

0:26:30 > 0:26:35but here, upon this bank and shoal of time,

0:26:35 > 0:26:37we'd jump the life to come.

0:26:38 > 0:26:40CORK POPS

0:26:44 > 0:26:46But in these cases,

0:26:46 > 0:26:48we still have judgment here.

0:26:50 > 0:26:57That we but teach bloody instruction, which, being taught, returns to plague the inventor.

0:26:59 > 0:27:05This even-handed justice commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.

0:27:08 > 0:27:15He's here in double trust. First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

0:27:15 > 0:27:19strong both against the deed.

0:27:19 > 0:27:21Then, as his host,

0:27:21 > 0:27:25who should against his murderer shut the door, not...

0:27:27 > 0:27:29..bear the knife myself.

0:27:32 > 0:27:39Besides, this Duncan has borne his faculties so meek,

0:27:39 > 0:27:41has been so clear in his great office,

0:27:41 > 0:27:45that his virtues will plead like angels,

0:27:45 > 0:27:50trumpet-tongued, against the...

0:27:50 > 0:27:54deep damnation of his taking-off.

0:27:54 > 0:27:57And pity,

0:27:57 > 0:28:03like a naked new-born babe, striding the blast,

0:28:03 > 0:28:07or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon the sightless

0:28:07 > 0:28:12couriers of the air, shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

0:28:12 > 0:28:14that tears shall drown the wind.

0:28:17 > 0:28:20I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent,

0:28:20 > 0:28:25but only vaulting ambition,

0:28:25 > 0:28:29which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.

0:28:29 > 0:28:31- How now! What news? - He has almost supp'd.

0:28:31 > 0:28:34Why have you left the chamber?

0:28:34 > 0:28:37Hath he ask'd for me?

0:28:38 > 0:28:40Know you not he has?

0:28:45 > 0:28:48We will proceed no further in this business.

0:28:48 > 0:28:54He hath honour'd me of late, and I have bought golden opinions from

0:28:54 > 0:28:59all sorts of people, which would be worn now in their newest gloss,

0:28:59 > 0:29:01not cast aside so soon.

0:29:01 > 0:29:06Was the hope drunk wherein you dress'd yourself?

0:29:06 > 0:29:09Hath it slept since?

0:29:09 > 0:29:14And wakes it now, to look so green and pale at what it did so freely?

0:29:15 > 0:29:19From this time such I account thy love.

0:29:19 > 0:29:21Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valour

0:29:21 > 0:29:23as thou art in desire?

0:29:23 > 0:29:26Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,

0:29:26 > 0:29:29and live a coward in thine own esteem, letting "I dare not"

0:29:29 > 0:29:32- wait upon "I would", like the poor cat in the adage?- Prithee, peace!

0:29:32 > 0:29:37I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.

0:29:37 > 0:29:40What beast was't, then, that made you break this enterprise to me?

0:29:40 > 0:29:44When you durst do it, then you were a man.

0:29:46 > 0:29:49And, to be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man.

0:29:51 > 0:29:56Nor time nor place did then adhere, and yet you would make both.

0:29:56 > 0:30:01They have made themselves, and that their fitness now does unmake you.

0:30:13 > 0:30:15I have given suck,

0:30:15 > 0:30:21and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me.

0:30:21 > 0:30:27I would, while it was smiling in my face,

0:30:27 > 0:30:32have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,

0:30:32 > 0:30:36and dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you have done to his.

0:30:38 > 0:30:41- If we should fail?- We fail!

0:30:46 > 0:30:51But screw your courage to the sticking-place,

0:30:51 > 0:30:54and we'll not fail.

0:30:55 > 0:31:01When Duncan is asleep, his two chamberlains will I with wine

0:31:01 > 0:31:04and wassail so convince that memory, the warder of the brain,

0:31:04 > 0:31:09shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason a limbeck only.

0:31:09 > 0:31:13When in swinish sleep

0:31:13 > 0:31:16their drenched natures lie as in a death...

0:31:18 > 0:31:22what cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan?

0:31:22 > 0:31:25What not put upon his spongy officers,

0:31:25 > 0:31:28who shall bear the guilt of our great quell?

0:31:28 > 0:31:31Bring forth men-children only,

0:31:31 > 0:31:36for thy undaunted mettle should compose nothing but males.

0:31:38 > 0:31:40Will it not be received,

0:31:40 > 0:31:44when we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two of his own chamber

0:31:44 > 0:31:49and used their very daggers, that they have done't?

0:31:49 > 0:31:52Who dares receive it other,

0:31:52 > 0:31:56as we shall make our griefs and clamour roar upon his death?

0:32:00 > 0:32:02I am settled,

0:32:02 > 0:32:04and bend up

0:32:04 > 0:32:09each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

0:32:09 > 0:32:13Away, and mock the time with fairest show.

0:32:14 > 0:32:19False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

0:33:00 > 0:33:04FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

0:33:04 > 0:33:06How goes the night, boy?

0:33:07 > 0:33:10The moon is down. I have not heard the clock.

0:33:10 > 0:33:12And she goes down at 12.

0:33:12 > 0:33:14I take't, 'tis later, sir.

0:33:14 > 0:33:15Hold...

0:33:18 > 0:33:19..take my sword.

0:33:21 > 0:33:25There's husbandry in heaven. Their candles are all out.

0:33:29 > 0:33:30Take thee that too.

0:33:32 > 0:33:36A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet I would not sleep.

0:33:36 > 0:33:41Merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature

0:33:41 > 0:33:43gives way to in repose!

0:33:43 > 0:33:44DOOR OPENS

0:33:44 > 0:33:46Give me my sword. Who's there?

0:33:48 > 0:33:49A friend.

0:33:49 > 0:33:51What, sir, not yet at rest?

0:33:51 > 0:33:56The king's a-bed. He hath been in unusual pleasure,

0:33:56 > 0:34:00and this diamond he greets your wife withal, by the name of

0:34:00 > 0:34:04most kind hostess, and shut up in measureless content.

0:34:04 > 0:34:08Being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect,

0:34:08 > 0:34:11- which else should free have wrought. - All's well.

0:34:17 > 0:34:20I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.

0:34:21 > 0:34:24To you they have show'd some truth.

0:34:26 > 0:34:27I think not of them.

0:34:27 > 0:34:33Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

0:34:33 > 0:34:36I would spend it in some words upon that business.

0:34:36 > 0:34:38At your kind'st leisure.

0:34:42 > 0:34:46If you shall cleave to my intent, when 'tis,

0:34:46 > 0:34:49it shall make honour for you.

0:34:52 > 0:34:57So I lose none in seeking to augment it, but still keep my bosom

0:34:57 > 0:35:01franchised and allegiance clear, I shall be counsell'd.

0:35:02 > 0:35:06Good. Repose the while!

0:35:06 > 0:35:11Thanks, sir. The like to you!

0:35:15 > 0:35:21Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,

0:35:21 > 0:35:25she strike upon the bell. Then get thee to bed.

0:35:45 > 0:35:49Is this a dagger which I see before me,

0:35:49 > 0:35:53the handle toward my hand?

0:35:55 > 0:35:59Come, let me clutch thee.

0:36:05 > 0:36:10I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

0:36:12 > 0:36:18Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight?

0:36:20 > 0:36:25Or art thou but a dagger of the mind,

0:36:25 > 0:36:31a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

0:36:33 > 0:36:34I see thee yet.

0:36:36 > 0:36:39Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,

0:36:39 > 0:36:45and such an...instrument I was to use.

0:36:50 > 0:36:53Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,

0:36:53 > 0:36:57or worth all the rest.

0:36:59 > 0:37:02I see thee still,

0:37:02 > 0:37:09and on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,

0:37:09 > 0:37:12which was not so before.

0:37:20 > 0:37:23There's no such thing.

0:37:23 > 0:37:29It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes.

0:37:29 > 0:37:34Now o'er the one halfworld

0:37:34 > 0:37:37nature seems dead,

0:37:37 > 0:37:42and wicked dreams abuse the curtain'd sleep.

0:37:42 > 0:37:49Now witchcraft celebrates pale Hecate's offerings,

0:37:49 > 0:37:55and wither'd murder, alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

0:37:55 > 0:38:02whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.

0:38:03 > 0:38:08With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design

0:38:08 > 0:38:11moves like a ghost.

0:38:12 > 0:38:16Thou sure and firm-set earth,

0:38:16 > 0:38:19hear not my steps, which way they walk,

0:38:19 > 0:38:23for fear thy very stones prate of my whereabouts,

0:38:23 > 0:38:29and take the present...horror from the time,

0:38:29 > 0:38:32which now suits with it.

0:38:35 > 0:38:38Whiles I threat, he lives.

0:38:38 > 0:38:43Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

0:38:43 > 0:38:45BELL TINKLES

0:38:47 > 0:38:50I go, and it is done.

0:38:51 > 0:38:53The bell invites me.

0:38:55 > 0:38:57Hear it not, Duncan,

0:38:57 > 0:39:01for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven...

0:39:08 > 0:39:10..or to hell.

0:39:15 > 0:39:19That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold.

0:39:19 > 0:39:24What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.

0:39:24 > 0:39:25Hark!

0:39:27 > 0:39:28Peace!

0:39:31 > 0:39:33It was the owl that shriek'd.

0:39:37 > 0:39:40He is about it.

0:39:42 > 0:39:47The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms do mock

0:39:47 > 0:39:50their charge with snores.

0:39:50 > 0:39:53I have drugg'd their possets,

0:39:53 > 0:39:57that death and nature do contend about them,

0:39:57 > 0:40:00whether they live or die.

0:40:00 > 0:40:01Who's there? What, ho!

0:40:01 > 0:40:05Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, and 'tis not done.

0:40:05 > 0:40:08The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

0:40:08 > 0:40:11I laid their daggers ready. He could not miss 'em.

0:40:14 > 0:40:18Had he not resembled my father as he slept...

0:40:21 > 0:40:22..I had done't.

0:40:22 > 0:40:24DOOR OPENS

0:40:39 > 0:40:41My husband?

0:40:43 > 0:40:44I have done the deed.

0:40:44 > 0:40:47Didst thou not hear a noise?

0:40:47 > 0:40:50I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Did not you speak?

0:40:50 > 0:40:51- When?- Now.

0:40:51 > 0:40:54As I descended? HOARSE SCREAM

0:40:55 > 0:40:58Who lies i' the second chamber?

0:40:58 > 0:40:59Donalbain.

0:40:59 > 0:41:01This is a sorry sight.

0:41:01 > 0:41:04A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

0:41:04 > 0:41:07There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, "Murder!"

0:41:07 > 0:41:11that they did wake each other. I stood and heard them,

0:41:11 > 0:41:14but they did say their prayers, and address'd them again to sleep.

0:41:14 > 0:41:18- There are two lodged together. - One cried, "God bless us!"

0:41:18 > 0:41:24and, "Amen," the other, as they had seen me with these hangman's hands.

0:41:24 > 0:41:31Listening their fear, I could not say "amen"

0:41:31 > 0:41:33when they did say, "God bless us!"

0:41:33 > 0:41:34Consider it not so deeply.

0:41:34 > 0:41:38But wherefore could not I pronounce "amen"?

0:41:38 > 0:41:42I had most need of blessing, and "amen" stuck in my throat.

0:41:42 > 0:41:46These deeds must not be thought after these ways so, it will make us mad.

0:41:47 > 0:41:52Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!

0:41:52 > 0:41:53"Macbeth does murder sleep,"

0:41:53 > 0:42:00the innocent sleep, sleep that knits up

0:42:00 > 0:42:05the ravell'd sleeve of care, the death of each day's life,

0:42:05 > 0:42:10sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course.

0:42:10 > 0:42:12What do you mean?

0:42:12 > 0:42:16Still it cries "Sleep no more!" to all the house.

0:42:17 > 0:42:20"Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor

0:42:20 > 0:42:24"Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more."

0:42:24 > 0:42:25Who was it that thus cried?

0:42:25 > 0:42:29Why, worthy thane, you do unbend your noble strength,

0:42:29 > 0:42:32to think so brainsickly of things. Go get some water,

0:42:32 > 0:42:35and wash this filthy witness from your hand.

0:42:36 > 0:42:38Why did you bring these daggers from the place?

0:42:40 > 0:42:41They must lie there!

0:42:41 > 0:42:43Go!

0:42:43 > 0:42:45Carry them.

0:42:46 > 0:42:49And smear the sleepy grooms with blood.

0:42:50 > 0:42:52I'll go no more.

0:42:53 > 0:42:56I am afraid to think what I have done.

0:42:56 > 0:42:58Look on't again I dare not.

0:42:58 > 0:43:01Infirm of purpose!

0:43:04 > 0:43:06Give me the daggers.

0:43:09 > 0:43:12The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures.

0:43:14 > 0:43:17'Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

0:43:21 > 0:43:25If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,

0:43:25 > 0:43:27for it must seem their guilt.

0:43:35 > 0:43:37LOUD THUMPING

0:43:37 > 0:43:38Whence is that knocking?

0:43:40 > 0:43:43How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

0:43:46 > 0:43:48What hands are here?

0:43:52 > 0:43:53Oh...

0:43:55 > 0:43:57They pluck out mine eyes.

0:44:00 > 0:44:06Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?

0:44:09 > 0:44:14No, this my hand will rather

0:44:14 > 0:44:18the multitudinous seas incarnadine,

0:44:18 > 0:44:20making the green one red.

0:44:36 > 0:44:38My hands are of your colour...

0:44:40 > 0:44:44..but I shame to wear a heart so white.

0:44:44 > 0:44:45THUMPING

0:44:45 > 0:44:47I hear knocking at the south entry.

0:44:47 > 0:44:50Retire we to our chamber.

0:44:50 > 0:44:53A little water clears us of this deed.

0:44:53 > 0:44:56How easy is it, then!

0:44:56 > 0:44:59Your constancy hath left you unattended.

0:44:59 > 0:45:01THUMPING Hark! More knocking.

0:45:01 > 0:45:06Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us and show us to be watchers.

0:45:06 > 0:45:10Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts.

0:45:10 > 0:45:12To know my deed,

0:45:12 > 0:45:15'twere best not know myself.

0:45:15 > 0:45:17THUMPING

0:45:18 > 0:45:20Wake Duncan with thy knocking!

0:45:22 > 0:45:23I would thou couldst!

0:45:48 > 0:45:50THUMPING

0:45:50 > 0:45:56Oh, here's a knocking indeed!

0:45:57 > 0:46:00If a man were porter of hell-gate,

0:46:00 > 0:46:04he should get old

0:46:04 > 0:46:06turning the key.

0:46:06 > 0:46:07THUMPING

0:46:07 > 0:46:13Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, in the name of Jesus?

0:46:13 > 0:46:18HE LAUGHS

0:46:18 > 0:46:19Beelzebub.

0:46:23 > 0:46:28Here, a farmer, ooh-arr,

0:46:28 > 0:46:33that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty.

0:46:33 > 0:46:36Oh, come in time,

0:46:36 > 0:46:42have napkins enough about you, here you'll sweat for it.

0:46:42 > 0:46:44THUMPING

0:46:44 > 0:46:49Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name?

0:46:51 > 0:46:57Faith, here's an equivocator,

0:46:57 > 0:47:03who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not

0:47:03 > 0:47:08equivocate to heaven.

0:47:08 > 0:47:11Oh, come in, equivocator.

0:47:11 > 0:47:13THUMPING

0:47:13 > 0:47:18Knock, knock, never at quiet!

0:47:18 > 0:47:19BREATHY RUSH

0:47:19 > 0:47:21What are you?

0:47:24 > 0:47:27But this place is too cold for hell.

0:47:27 > 0:47:30I'll devil-porter it no further.

0:47:30 > 0:47:32I had thought to let in some of all professions

0:47:32 > 0:47:37that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.

0:47:37 > 0:47:38THUMPING

0:47:38 > 0:47:41Anon, anon!

0:47:44 > 0:47:47I pray you,

0:47:47 > 0:47:49remember the porter.

0:47:55 > 0:47:58Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie so late?

0:47:58 > 0:48:00Faith, sir...

0:48:02 > 0:48:05..we were carousing till the second cock

0:48:05 > 0:48:10and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

0:48:10 > 0:48:12What three things does drink especially provoke?

0:48:12 > 0:48:15Marry, sir, nose-painting,

0:48:15 > 0:48:17sleep...

0:48:19 > 0:48:21HE URINATES ..and urine.

0:48:21 > 0:48:26Lechery, it provokes and unprovokes.

0:48:26 > 0:48:32It provokes the desire, but takes away the performance.

0:48:32 > 0:48:38Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery.

0:48:38 > 0:48:41It makes him and it mars him.

0:48:41 > 0:48:44It sets him on, but it takes him off.

0:48:44 > 0:48:48It persuades him and disheartens him,

0:48:48 > 0:48:53makes him stand to and not stand to.

0:48:54 > 0:49:01Equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

0:49:01 > 0:49:03Is thy master stirring?

0:49:03 > 0:49:07Our knocking has awaked him, here he comes.

0:49:07 > 0:49:08Good morrow, noble sir.

0:49:10 > 0:49:13Good morrow, all.

0:49:13 > 0:49:16Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

0:49:18 > 0:49:19Not yet.

0:49:19 > 0:49:23He did command me to call timely on him. I have almost slipped the hour.

0:49:23 > 0:49:26I'll bring you to him.

0:49:26 > 0:49:30I know this is a joyful trouble to you, but yet 'tis one.

0:49:30 > 0:49:34The labour we delight in physics pain.

0:49:34 > 0:49:36This is the door.

0:49:36 > 0:49:39I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my limited service.

0:49:44 > 0:49:47DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

0:49:49 > 0:49:51- Goes the king hence today?- Hmm?

0:49:51 > 0:49:53He does.

0:49:53 > 0:49:55He did appoint so.

0:49:59 > 0:50:02The night has been unruly.

0:50:02 > 0:50:05Where we lay, our chimneys were blown down

0:50:05 > 0:50:10and, as they say, lamentings heard i' the air,

0:50:10 > 0:50:12strange screams of death.

0:50:16 > 0:50:20- Some say the earth was feverous and did shake.- 'Twas a rough night.

0:50:20 > 0:50:24My young remembrance cannot parallel a fellow to it.

0:50:24 > 0:50:25Oh.

0:50:27 > 0:50:30Oh, horror, horror, horror!

0:50:32 > 0:50:37- Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!- What's the matter?

0:50:37 > 0:50:40Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!

0:50:40 > 0:50:44Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the Lord's

0:50:44 > 0:50:47anointed temple, and stole thence the life of the building!

0:50:47 > 0:50:50- What is it you say, the life? - Mean you His Majesty?

0:50:50 > 0:50:53Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon.

0:50:53 > 0:50:56Do not bid me speak. See, and then speak yourself.

0:50:58 > 0:51:01Awake, awake!

0:51:01 > 0:51:04Ring the alarum-bell.

0:51:05 > 0:51:07Murder and treason!

0:51:07 > 0:51:11Banquo and Donalbain!

0:51:11 > 0:51:14'Malcolm! Awake!'

0:51:14 > 0:51:17Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,

0:51:17 > 0:51:20'and look on death itself! Awake!'

0:51:21 > 0:51:22Ring the bell!

0:51:22 > 0:51:26What is the business, that such a hideous trumpet calls to parley

0:51:26 > 0:51:27the sleepers of the house?

0:51:27 > 0:51:28ALARM BUZZES

0:51:28 > 0:51:31Speak, speak!

0:51:31 > 0:51:33Oh, gentle lady, 'tis not for you to hear what I could speak.

0:51:33 > 0:51:37The repetition in a woman's ear would murder as it fell.

0:51:37 > 0:51:41Oh, Banquo, Banquo, our royal master's murdered!

0:51:41 > 0:51:45Woe, alas. What, in our house?

0:51:45 > 0:51:46Too cruel anywhere.

0:51:46 > 0:51:50Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself and say it is not so.

0:51:50 > 0:51:54Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time

0:51:54 > 0:51:59for, from this instant, there's nothing serious in mortality.

0:51:59 > 0:52:01All is but toys.

0:52:01 > 0:52:04Renown and grace is dead,

0:52:04 > 0:52:06the wine of life is drawn.

0:52:06 > 0:52:08- What is amiss?- You are,

0:52:08 > 0:52:11and do not know it.

0:52:11 > 0:52:16The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood is stopped,

0:52:16 > 0:52:19the very source of it is stopped.

0:52:19 > 0:52:20Your royal father's murdered.

0:52:20 > 0:52:24Oh...by whom?

0:52:27 > 0:52:30Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done it.

0:52:30 > 0:52:34Their hands and faces were all badged with blood.

0:52:34 > 0:52:36So were their daggers,

0:52:36 > 0:52:38which unwiped we found upon their pillows.

0:52:38 > 0:52:41They stared, and were distracted.

0:52:41 > 0:52:42No man's life was to be trusted with them.

0:52:42 > 0:52:48Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury that I did kill them.

0:52:49 > 0:52:52Wherefore did you so?

0:52:58 > 0:53:01Who can be wise, amazed,

0:53:01 > 0:53:05temperate AND furious, loyal AND neutral,

0:53:05 > 0:53:07in a moment? No man.

0:53:07 > 0:53:12The expedition my violent love outran the pauser, reason.

0:53:12 > 0:53:14Here lay Duncan,

0:53:14 > 0:53:20his silver skin laced with his golden blood, and his gashed

0:53:20 > 0:53:25stabs looked like a breach in nature for ruin's wasteful entrance.

0:53:25 > 0:53:28There, the murderers, steeped in the colours

0:53:28 > 0:53:33of their trade, their daggers unmannerly breech'd with gore.

0:53:33 > 0:53:35Who could refrain, that had a heart to love,

0:53:35 > 0:53:39and in that heart, courage to make his love known?

0:53:39 > 0:53:42- Ah! Help me, hence!- Look to the lady.

0:53:42 > 0:53:46Why do we hold our tongues, that most may claim this argument

0:53:46 > 0:53:49- for ours?- What should be spoken here?

0:53:49 > 0:53:52Let away, our tears are not yet brewed.

0:53:52 > 0:53:55- Nor our strong sorrow upon the foot of motion.- Look to the lady.

0:53:56 > 0:54:01And when we have our naked frailties hid, that suffer in exposure, let us

0:54:01 > 0:54:05meet and question this most bloody piece of work to know it further.

0:54:05 > 0:54:10Fears and scruples shake us.

0:54:10 > 0:54:13In the great hand of God I stand and thence,

0:54:13 > 0:54:18against the undivulged pretence, I fight of treasonous malice.

0:54:18 > 0:54:21- And so do I. - MALCOLM AND DONALBAIN: So all.

0:54:21 > 0:54:24Let's briefly put on manly readiness,

0:54:24 > 0:54:26and meet in the hall together.

0:54:26 > 0:54:28Well contented.

0:54:35 > 0:54:37What will you do?

0:54:37 > 0:54:38Let's not consort with them.

0:54:38 > 0:54:43To show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy.

0:54:43 > 0:54:46- I'll to England.- To Ireland, I.

0:54:46 > 0:54:49Our separated fortune shall keep us both the safer.

0:54:49 > 0:54:52Where we are, there's daggers in men's smiles.

0:54:52 > 0:54:55The near in blood, the nearer bloody.

0:54:55 > 0:54:59This murderous shaft that's shot hath not yet lighted, and our safest way is to avoid the aim.

0:54:59 > 0:55:01Therefore to horse.

0:55:01 > 0:55:04And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, but shift.

0:55:04 > 0:55:07Away!

0:55:18 > 0:55:26I have seen hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night hath trifled former knowing.

0:55:26 > 0:55:28Thou seest the heavens,

0:55:28 > 0:55:34as troubled with man's act, threaten his bloody stage.

0:55:34 > 0:55:40By the clock, 'tis day, and yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.

0:55:40 > 0:55:46Is it night's predominance or the day's shame that darkness

0:55:46 > 0:55:52- does the face of earth entomb, when living light should kiss it? - 'Tis unnatural,

0:55:52 > 0:55:56even like the deed that's done.

0:55:56 > 0:55:59Ah, Macduff.

0:55:59 > 0:56:01HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

0:56:01 > 0:56:03How goes the world, sir, now?

0:56:03 > 0:56:08- Why, see you not?- Is it known who did this more than bloody deed?

0:56:08 > 0:56:11Those that Macbeth hath slain.

0:56:11 > 0:56:14Alas, the day! What good could they pretend?

0:56:14 > 0:56:17They were suborn'd. Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,

0:56:17 > 0:56:21are stolen away and fled which puts upon them suspicion of the deed.

0:56:21 > 0:56:23'Gainst nature still!

0:56:23 > 0:56:28Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up thine own life's means!

0:56:28 > 0:56:32Then 'tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

0:56:32 > 0:56:34He's already named, and gone to Scone to be invested.

0:56:34 > 0:56:37- Where is Duncan's body?- Carried to Colmekill.- Will you to Scone?

0:56:37 > 0:56:39No, Cousin, I'll home to Fife.

0:56:39 > 0:56:43Well...I will thither.

0:56:43 > 0:56:46Well, may you see things well done there.

0:56:46 > 0:56:50Adieu. Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

0:56:59 > 0:57:02MARCHING FEET STOMP

0:57:10 > 0:57:13Thou hast it now.

0:57:13 > 0:57:19King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, as the weird women promised,

0:57:19 > 0:57:23and I fear thou play'dst most foully for it.

0:57:23 > 0:57:27Yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity,

0:57:27 > 0:57:31but that myself should be the root and father of many kings.

0:57:33 > 0:57:36If there come truth from them,

0:57:36 > 0:57:40as upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine.

0:57:40 > 0:57:43Why, by the verities on thee made good,

0:57:43 > 0:57:47may they not be my oracles as well and set me up in hope?

0:57:47 > 0:57:51- CLICK! - But hush!

0:57:53 > 0:57:57ELECTRICITY CRACKLES

0:57:57 > 0:58:00No more!

0:58:08 > 0:58:10Here's our chief guest.

0:58:10 > 0:58:17If he had been forgotten, it had been as a gap in our great feast, and all-thing unbecoming.

0:58:17 > 0:58:22Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir, and I'll request your presence.

0:58:22 > 0:58:24Let your highness command upon me.

0:58:24 > 0:58:26Ride you, this afternoon?

0:58:26 > 0:58:28Ay, my good lord.

0:58:28 > 0:58:32We should have else desired your good advice at this day's council...

0:58:34 > 0:58:38..but we'll take tomorrow. Is't far you ride?

0:58:38 > 0:58:41As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper.

0:58:41 > 0:58:47Go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night for a dark hour or twain.

0:58:47 > 0:58:49Fail not our feast.

0:58:49 > 0:58:51My lord, I will not.

0:58:53 > 0:58:59We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed in England and in Ireland,

0:58:59 > 0:59:03not confessing their cruel parricide,

0:59:03 > 0:59:06filling their hearers with strange invention.

0:59:08 > 0:59:12But of that...tomorrow.

0:59:12 > 0:59:14Hie you to horse. Adieu...

0:59:15 > 0:59:18..till you return at night.

0:59:18 > 0:59:25- Goes Fleance with you? - Ay, my good lord.

0:59:25 > 0:59:28Our time does call upon us.

0:59:28 > 0:59:34I wish your horses swift and sure of foot, and so I do commend you to their backs.

0:59:34 > 0:59:37Farewell.

0:59:42 > 0:59:46Let every man be master of his time till seven at night.

0:59:46 > 0:59:50To make society the sweeter welcome,

0:59:50 > 0:59:55we will keep ourself till suppertime...alone.

0:59:59 > 1:00:03While then, God be with you!

1:00:09 > 1:00:11Attend those men our pleasure?

1:00:11 > 1:00:13They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

1:00:13 > 1:00:15Bring them before us.

1:00:32 > 1:00:34To be thus is nothing.

1:00:36 > 1:00:40But to be...safely thus...

1:00:42 > 1:00:46- Our fears in Banquo stick deep. - SHOTGUN SNAPS SHUT

1:00:48 > 1:00:54And in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared.

1:00:54 > 1:00:56'Tis much he dares.

1:00:56 > 1:01:01And to that dauntless temper of his mind,

1:01:01 > 1:01:06he hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour to act with safety.

1:01:06 > 1:01:11There is none but he whose being I do fear.

1:01:12 > 1:01:14And under him,

1:01:14 > 1:01:17my genius is rebuked.

1:01:17 > 1:01:21That he chid the sisters when first they put the name of king on me,

1:01:21 > 1:01:24and bade them speak to him.

1:01:24 > 1:01:32Then, prophet-like, they hailed him father to a line of kings.

1:01:33 > 1:01:37Upon my head they put a fruitless crown.

1:01:37 > 1:01:43No...son of mine succeeding.

1:01:45 > 1:01:48If it be so,

1:01:48 > 1:01:51for Banquo's issue have I...

1:01:51 > 1:01:54filed my mind.

1:01:54 > 1:01:57For them, the gracious Duncan have I murdered,

1:01:57 > 1:02:04put rancours in the vessel of my peace only for them,

1:02:04 > 1:02:08and given mine eternal jewel to the common enemy of man

1:02:08 > 1:02:13to make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!

1:02:13 > 1:02:15Rather than so...

1:02:16 > 1:02:21..come fate into the list

1:02:21 > 1:02:25and champion me to the utterance!

1:02:41 > 1:02:45Now go to the door and stay there till I call.

1:02:49 > 1:02:52Was it not yesterday that we spoke together?

1:02:52 > 1:02:55It was, so please your highness.

1:02:57 > 1:02:58Well then...

1:03:02 > 1:03:05..now...have you considered of my speeches?

1:03:05 > 1:03:10Know that it was he in the times past

1:03:10 > 1:03:14that held you so under fortune,

1:03:14 > 1:03:19which you thought had been our innocent self.

1:03:19 > 1:03:22This I made plain to you in our last conference,

1:03:22 > 1:03:23passed in probation with you,

1:03:23 > 1:03:29how you were borne in hand, how crossed the instruments,

1:03:29 > 1:03:35who wrought with them, and all things else

1:03:35 > 1:03:37which might, to half a soul

1:03:37 > 1:03:45or to a notion crazed, say, "Thus did...Banquo."

1:03:46 > 1:03:47You made it known to us.

1:03:47 > 1:03:53I did so, and went further, which is now our point of second meeting.

1:03:53 > 1:03:56Do you find your patience

1:03:56 > 1:04:02so predominant in your nature that you can let this go?

1:04:03 > 1:04:10Are you so gospelled as to pray for this good man

1:04:10 > 1:04:12and for his issue,

1:04:12 > 1:04:18whose heavy hand has weighed you to the grave and beggared yours forever?

1:04:18 > 1:04:20We are men, my liege.

1:04:20 > 1:04:25- HE LAUGHS - Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men,

1:04:25 > 1:04:29as hounds and greyhounds...

1:04:31 > 1:04:36..mongrels, spaniels, curs, shoughs,

1:04:36 > 1:04:39water-rugs,

1:04:39 > 1:04:44demi-wolves are called all by the name of dogs.

1:04:46 > 1:04:51The valued file distinguishes the swift, the slow...

1:04:52 > 1:04:54..the subtle,

1:04:54 > 1:04:56the housekeeper...

1:04:59 > 1:05:02..the hunter.

1:05:02 > 1:05:04So with men.

1:05:04 > 1:05:08Now, if you have a station in the file,

1:05:08 > 1:05:13not in the worst rank of manhood, say it.

1:05:13 > 1:05:19And I will put that business in your bosoms, whose execution takes your enemy off,

1:05:19 > 1:05:27grapples you to the heart and love of us, who wear our health but sickly in his life,

1:05:27 > 1:05:28which in his death...

1:05:30 > 1:05:33..were perfect.

1:05:33 > 1:05:38I am one, my liege, whom the vile blows and buffets of the world

1:05:38 > 1:05:42have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.

1:05:42 > 1:05:44And I another,

1:05:44 > 1:05:48so weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,

1:05:48 > 1:05:52that I would set my life on any chance to mend it or be rid on.

1:05:52 > 1:05:56Both of you know that Banquo was your enemy.

1:05:56 > 1:05:57True, my lord.

1:05:57 > 1:06:00So is he mine.

1:06:00 > 1:06:03And though I could, with barefaced power,

1:06:03 > 1:06:07sweep him from my sight

1:06:07 > 1:06:12and bid my will avouch it, yet I must not.

1:06:12 > 1:06:17For certain friends that are both his and mine,

1:06:17 > 1:06:20whose loves I must not drop,

1:06:20 > 1:06:23but wail his fall...

1:06:23 > 1:06:27- HE LAUGHS - ..who I myself struck down,

1:06:27 > 1:06:34and thus it is, that I to your assistance do make love,

1:06:34 > 1:06:38masking the business from the common eye

1:06:38 > 1:06:40for sundry, weighty reasons.

1:06:40 > 1:06:43- We shall, my lord, perform what you command us.- Though our lives...

1:06:43 > 1:06:45Your spirits shine through you!

1:06:45 > 1:06:49Within the hour at most, I will advise you where to place yourselves.

1:06:49 > 1:06:52The moment on't, for't must be done tonight.

1:06:54 > 1:06:56And something from the palace.

1:07:01 > 1:07:04Always think...

1:07:04 > 1:07:07that I require...

1:07:07 > 1:07:11a clearness.

1:07:12 > 1:07:19And with him, to leave no rubs or botches in the work,

1:07:19 > 1:07:23Fleance, his son that keeps him company,

1:07:23 > 1:07:28whose absence is no less material to us than his father's,

1:07:28 > 1:07:33must embrace the fate of that dark hour.

1:07:35 > 1:07:39So, resolve yourselves apart.

1:07:39 > 1:07:41I'll come to you anon.

1:07:41 > 1:07:45- We are resolved.- We are... - I'll be with you straight!

1:07:48 > 1:07:51Banquo, thy soul's flight,

1:07:51 > 1:07:54if it find heaven,

1:07:54 > 1:07:56must find it out tonight.

1:07:56 > 1:07:58STEAM ENGINE WHISTLE BLOWS

1:08:07 > 1:08:09CHEERING

1:08:14 > 1:08:17Is Banquo gone from court?

1:08:17 > 1:08:19Ay, madam,

1:08:19 > 1:08:22but returns again tonight.

1:08:22 > 1:08:27Say to the king, I would attend his leisure, for a few words.

1:08:27 > 1:08:29Madam, I will.

1:08:43 > 1:08:45Nought's had...

1:08:46 > 1:08:48..all's spent...

1:08:49 > 1:08:53..where our desire is got without content.

1:08:55 > 1:08:57'Tis safer to be that which we destroy

1:08:57 > 1:09:02than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

1:09:04 > 1:09:05How now, my lord!

1:09:19 > 1:09:20Why do you keep alone...

1:09:22 > 1:09:26..of sorriest fancies your companions making,

1:09:26 > 1:09:30using those thoughts which should indeed have died with them they think on?

1:09:30 > 1:09:33Things without all remedy should be without regard. What's done is done.

1:09:33 > 1:09:36We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.

1:09:36 > 1:09:39She'll close and be herself,

1:09:39 > 1:09:44whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.

1:09:44 > 1:09:49But let the frame of things disjoint,

1:09:49 > 1:09:55both the worlds suffer, ere we will eat our meal in fear

1:09:55 > 1:10:00and sleep in the affliction of these terrible dreams

1:10:00 > 1:10:02that shake us nightly.

1:10:02 > 1:10:07Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,

1:10:07 > 1:10:14than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy.

1:10:14 > 1:10:17Duncan is in his grave.

1:10:17 > 1:10:23After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst.

1:10:23 > 1:10:25Nor steel, nor poison,

1:10:25 > 1:10:27malice domestic,

1:10:27 > 1:10:32foreign levy, nothing can stir him further.

1:10:32 > 1:10:35Come on!

1:10:35 > 1:10:38Gentle, my lord,

1:10:38 > 1:10:43sleek o'er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.

1:10:43 > 1:10:46So shall I, love.

1:10:48 > 1:10:49And so...

1:10:51 > 1:10:53# I pray

1:10:53 > 1:10:58# Be you. #

1:10:58 > 1:11:01Let your remembrance apply to Banquo.

1:11:01 > 1:11:05Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue.

1:11:05 > 1:11:09Unsafe the while, that we must bathe our honours in these flattering streams,

1:11:09 > 1:11:15and make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.

1:11:15 > 1:11:18You must leave this!

1:11:18 > 1:11:22O, full of scorpions is my mind,

1:11:22 > 1:11:24dear wife!

1:11:26 > 1:11:31Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

1:11:31 > 1:11:35But in them nature's copy's not eterne.

1:11:35 > 1:11:39There's comfort yet. They are assailable.

1:11:39 > 1:11:42Then be thou jocund.

1:11:42 > 1:11:46Ere the bat hath flown his cloister'd flight,

1:11:46 > 1:11:50ere to black Hecate's summons the shard-borne beetle

1:11:50 > 1:11:55with his drowsy hums hath rung night's yawning peal,

1:11:55 > 1:11:58there will be done a deed of dreadful note.

1:11:58 > 1:12:02- What's to be done?- Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

1:12:02 > 1:12:04till thou applaud the deed.

1:12:04 > 1:12:11Come, seeling night, scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,

1:12:11 > 1:12:13and with thy bloody and invisible hand

1:12:13 > 1:12:20cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale!

1:12:25 > 1:12:31Light thickens,

1:12:31 > 1:12:36and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood.

1:12:36 > 1:12:40Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,

1:12:40 > 1:12:47while night's black agents to their prey do rouse!

1:12:47 > 1:12:49HE LAUGHS

1:12:49 > 1:12:54Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still.

1:12:58 > 1:13:02Things bad begun

1:13:02 > 1:13:06make strong themselves by ill.

1:13:07 > 1:13:11So, prithee, go with me.

1:13:19 > 1:13:20STEAM ENGINE WHISTLE BLOWS

1:13:26 > 1:13:28But who did bid thee join with us?

1:13:29 > 1:13:32- Macbeth. - He needs not our mistrust.

1:13:37 > 1:13:41Then...stand with us.

1:13:42 > 1:13:46The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day, and near...

1:13:46 > 1:13:50approaches the subject of our watch.

1:14:35 > 1:14:37'Tis he.

1:14:44 > 1:14:46Give us a light there.

1:14:46 > 1:14:49A light, a light!

1:14:49 > 1:14:51It will be rain tonight.

1:14:53 > 1:14:54Let it come down.

1:14:58 > 1:15:01- O, treachery! - KNIFE CLICKS OPEN

1:15:01 > 1:15:05Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!

1:15:05 > 1:15:08- Thou mayst revenge. - TRAIN WHEELS SQUEAL

1:15:13 > 1:15:17- Who did strike out the light? - Wast not the way?- There's but one down. The son is fled.

1:15:17 > 1:15:20We've lost best half of our affair.

1:15:20 > 1:15:21GUNSHOTS

1:15:25 > 1:15:30Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

1:16:49 > 1:16:52DOGS BARK

1:17:50 > 1:17:51GUNSHOTS

1:17:51 > 1:17:55- You know your own degrees. - THEY LAUGH

1:17:58 > 1:18:00HE LAUGHS EXCITEDLY

1:18:00 > 1:18:02Ah!

1:18:05 > 1:18:06Sit down.

1:18:06 > 1:18:10THEY LAUGH

1:18:10 > 1:18:13At first and last, the hearty welcome.

1:18:13 > 1:18:14Thanks to your majesty.

1:18:14 > 1:18:20Ourself will mingle with society, and play the humble host.

1:18:22 > 1:18:29Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time we will require her welcome.

1:18:29 > 1:18:33Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends, for my heart speaks they are welcome.

1:18:33 > 1:18:38See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.

1:18:40 > 1:18:44Both sides are even. Here, I'll sit in the midst.

1:18:44 > 1:18:46LIGHTER SPARKS

1:18:58 > 1:19:01- Be large in mirth. - HE LAUGHS

1:19:07 > 1:19:09There's blood on thy face.

1:19:09 > 1:19:12'Tis Banquo's, then.

1:19:12 > 1:19:17'Tis better thee without than he within.

1:19:17 > 1:19:19Is he dispatched?

1:19:19 > 1:19:24My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him.

1:19:24 > 1:19:27Thou art the best of the cut-throats.

1:19:29 > 1:19:33But he were good that did the like for Fleance.

1:19:33 > 1:19:37Most royal sir...

1:19:37 > 1:19:40Fleance is 'scaped.

1:19:42 > 1:19:45Then comes my fit again.

1:19:45 > 1:19:47I had else been perfect,

1:19:47 > 1:19:51whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

1:19:51 > 1:19:54as broad and general as the casing air.

1:19:54 > 1:19:56But now I'm cabin'd,

1:19:56 > 1:20:02cribb'd, confined, bound in to saucy doubts and fears.

1:20:02 > 1:20:04But Banquo's safe?

1:20:04 > 1:20:05Ay, my good lord.

1:20:05 > 1:20:10Safe in a ditch he bides, with 20 trenched gashes on his head.

1:20:10 > 1:20:12Thanks for that.

1:20:12 > 1:20:15There the grown serpent lies, the worm that's fled has nature

1:20:15 > 1:20:20that in time will venom breed, no teeth for the present. Get thee gone.

1:20:20 > 1:20:22We'll hear ourselves again tomorrow.

1:20:22 > 1:20:24My royal lord,

1:20:24 > 1:20:26you do not give the cheer.

1:20:26 > 1:20:29Sweet remembrancer!

1:20:29 > 1:20:36- Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both! - May it please your highness, sit.

1:20:36 > 1:20:43Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, were the graced person of our Banquo present.

1:20:43 > 1:20:47His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise.

1:20:47 > 1:20:51Would it please your highness to grace us with your royal company?

1:20:51 > 1:20:54The table's full.

1:20:54 > 1:20:55Here's a place reserved, sir.

1:20:55 > 1:20:59- Where?- My good lord, here.

1:21:43 > 1:21:47GLASS SHATTERS

1:22:13 > 1:22:16Which of you have done this? Thou canst not say I did it.

1:22:16 > 1:22:20Never shake thy gory locks at me!

1:22:20 > 1:22:24- Gentlemen, rise. His highness is not well.- Sit, worthy friends.

1:22:24 > 1:22:29My lord is often thus, and hath been from his youth.

1:22:29 > 1:22:33Pray you, keep seat. The fit is momentary. Upon a thought he will again be well.

1:22:33 > 1:22:39If much you note him, you will offend him and extend his passion. Feed, and regard him not.

1:22:39 > 1:22:44- Are you a man? - Aye, and a bold one, that dare look on that that might appal the devil.

1:22:44 > 1:22:46O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear.

1:22:46 > 1:22:49This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, led you to Duncan.

1:22:49 > 1:22:53O, these flaws and starts, impostors to true fear, would well become a woman's story

1:22:53 > 1:22:55at a winter's fire. Authorised by her grandam.

1:22:55 > 1:22:58Shame itself! Why do you make such faces?

1:22:58 > 1:23:00When all's done, you look but on the air.

1:23:00 > 1:23:03Prithee, see there!

1:23:03 > 1:23:06Behold! Look! Lo!

1:23:10 > 1:23:14How say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.

1:23:15 > 1:23:20If charnel-houses and our graves must send those we bury back,

1:23:20 > 1:23:24why then our monuments will be the maws of kites?

1:23:27 > 1:23:31Are you quite unmann'd in folly?

1:23:31 > 1:23:33If I stand here, I saw him.

1:23:33 > 1:23:37- Fie, for shame!- Blood hath been shed in the olden times,

1:23:37 > 1:23:38aye, and since too,

1:23:38 > 1:23:43murders have been perform'd too terrible for the ear.

1:23:43 > 1:23:48The times have been, that, when the brains were out, the man would die, and there an end.

1:23:48 > 1:23:54But now they rise again, with 20 mortal murders on their crowns.

1:23:54 > 1:23:56And push us from our stools.

1:23:56 > 1:23:58This is more strange than such a murder is.

1:23:58 > 1:24:06My royal lord, your noble friends do lack you.

1:24:06 > 1:24:07I do forget.

1:24:09 > 1:24:14Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,

1:24:14 > 1:24:19I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing

1:24:19 > 1:24:22to those that know me!

1:24:22 > 1:24:29Now, love and health to all. Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine.

1:24:29 > 1:24:30Fill full.

1:24:32 > 1:24:34I drink

1:24:34 > 1:24:37to the general joy of the whole table,

1:24:39 > 1:24:42and to our dear friend

1:24:42 > 1:24:46Banquo, whom we miss,

1:24:46 > 1:24:48would he were here!

1:24:48 > 1:24:52To all, and him, we thirst.

1:24:52 > 1:24:53# And all to all.

1:24:53 > 1:25:00# Our duties, and our pledge.

1:25:00 > 1:25:05MUSIC PLAYS

1:25:13 > 1:25:15MUSIC STOPS SUDDENLY

1:25:24 > 1:25:27MUSIC PLAYS

1:25:40 > 1:25:41MUSIC STOPS SUDDENLY

1:25:45 > 1:25:48MUSIC PLAYS

1:26:07 > 1:26:13Avaunt! And quit my sight!

1:26:13 > 1:26:16Let the earth hide thee!

1:26:16 > 1:26:19Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold.

1:26:19 > 1:26:26Thou hast no speculation in those eyes which thou dost glare with!

1:26:26 > 1:26:30Think of this, good peers, but as a thing of custom. It is no other.

1:26:30 > 1:26:33Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

1:26:33 > 1:26:36What man dare, I dare.

1:26:36 > 1:26:41Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, the arm'd rhinoceros.

1:26:41 > 1:26:44The Hyrcan tiger.

1:26:44 > 1:26:51Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves will never tremble

1:26:51 > 1:26:58Or be alive again.

1:26:58 > 1:27:02And dare me to the desert with thy sword.

1:27:02 > 1:27:07If trembling I inhabit then, protest me the baby of a girl.

1:27:07 > 1:27:14Hence, horrible shadow!

1:27:14 > 1:27:19Unreal mockery, hence!

1:27:27 > 1:27:30Being gone, I'm a man again.

1:27:30 > 1:27:33Pray you, sit still.

1:27:33 > 1:27:37You have displaced the mirth,

1:27:37 > 1:27:42broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder.

1:27:45 > 1:27:49Can such things be,

1:27:49 > 1:27:53and overcome us like a summer's cloud,

1:27:53 > 1:27:57without our special wonder?

1:27:57 > 1:28:01You make me strange

1:28:01 > 1:28:07even to the disposition that I owe, when I do think YOU can behold such sights,

1:28:07 > 1:28:14and keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, while mine is blanched with fear.

1:28:14 > 1:28:16What sights, my lord?

1:28:16 > 1:28:20I pray you, speak not. He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him.

1:28:22 > 1:28:24At once, good night.

1:28:24 > 1:28:28Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once.

1:28:28 > 1:28:31Good night. And better health attend his majesty!

1:28:31 > 1:28:33Yes.

1:28:45 > 1:28:47It will have blood.

1:28:47 > 1:28:52They say, blood will have blood.

1:28:52 > 1:28:55Stones have been known to move

1:28:55 > 1:28:58and trees to speak.

1:28:58 > 1:29:05Augurs and understood relations have by magot-pies and choughs

1:29:05 > 1:29:08and rooks

1:29:08 > 1:29:12brought forth the secretest man of blood.

1:29:14 > 1:29:16What's the night?

1:29:17 > 1:29:20Almost at odds with morning,

1:29:21 > 1:29:24which is which?

1:29:24 > 1:29:26How say you,

1:29:26 > 1:29:32Macduff denies his person at our great bidding?

1:29:32 > 1:29:34Did you send to him, sir?

1:29:34 > 1:29:36I hear it by the way but I will send.

1:29:36 > 1:29:41There's not a one of them but in his house I keep a servant fee'd.

1:29:45 > 1:29:48I will tomorrow,

1:29:48 > 1:29:50and betimes I will, to the weird sisters.

1:29:50 > 1:29:57More shall they speak. For now I am bent to know, by the worst means, the worst.

1:29:57 > 1:30:01For mine own good, all causes shall give way.

1:30:03 > 1:30:08I am in blood stepp'd in so far that,

1:30:08 > 1:30:11should I wade no more,

1:30:11 > 1:30:14returning were as tedious as go o'er.

1:30:16 > 1:30:20Strange things I have in head, that will to hand.

1:30:20 > 1:30:24Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.

1:30:24 > 1:30:28You lack the season of all natures.

1:30:30 > 1:30:33SLEEP!

1:30:35 > 1:30:39Come, we'll to sleep.

1:30:41 > 1:30:47My strange and self-abuse is the initiate fear

1:30:47 > 1:30:50that wants hard use.

1:30:53 > 1:30:57We are yet but young in deed.

1:31:09 > 1:31:13My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, which can interpret further.

1:31:13 > 1:31:16Only, I say, things have been strangely borne.

1:31:16 > 1:31:21Who cannot want the thought how monstrous it was for Malcolm and for Donalbain

1:31:21 > 1:31:25to kill their gracious father? Damned fact!

1:31:25 > 1:31:27How it did grieve Macbeth!

1:31:27 > 1:31:31Did he not straight in pious rage the two delinquents

1:31:31 > 1:31:34tear, that were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?

1:31:34 > 1:31:37Was not that nobly done?

1:31:37 > 1:31:42Ay, and wisely too. For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive to hear the men deny't.

1:31:42 > 1:31:45And so I say, he has borne all things well.

1:31:47 > 1:31:53And I do think, had he Duncan's sons under his key. As, an't please heaven, he shall not...

1:31:53 > 1:31:57They should find what 'twere to kill a father, so should Fleance.

1:32:00 > 1:32:02For from broad words and cos he fail'd his

1:32:02 > 1:32:06presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Macduff lives in disgrace.

1:32:06 > 1:32:09Sir, can you tell where he bestows himself?

1:32:12 > 1:32:14The son of Duncan,

1:32:14 > 1:32:20from whom this tyrant holds the due of birth...

1:32:20 > 1:32:22HE WEEPS

1:32:27 > 1:32:29Lives in the English court.

1:32:32 > 1:32:34Thither Macduff is gone!

1:32:46 > 1:32:47Round about the cauldron go.

1:32:47 > 1:32:49In the poison'd entrails throw.

1:32:49 > 1:32:50Toad, that under cold stone.

1:32:50 > 1:32:51Days and nights has 31.

1:32:51 > 1:32:52Swelter'd venom sleeping got.

1:32:52 > 1:32:54Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!

1:32:54 > 1:32:58Double, double, toil and trouble.

1:32:58 > 1:33:04Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

1:33:04 > 1:33:07Fillet of a fenny snake, in the cauldron boil and bake.

1:33:07 > 1:33:08Eye of newt, and toe of frog.

1:33:08 > 1:33:10Wool of bat, and tongue of dog.

1:33:10 > 1:33:11Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting.

1:33:11 > 1:33:12Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing.

1:33:12 > 1:33:14For a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

1:33:14 > 1:33:19Double, double. Toil and trouble.

1:33:19 > 1:33:25Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

1:33:25 > 1:33:26Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf.

1:33:26 > 1:33:28Witches' mummy, maw and gulf

1:33:28 > 1:33:29Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark.

1:33:29 > 1:33:30Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark.

1:33:30 > 1:33:31Liver of blaspheming Jew.

1:33:31 > 1:33:33Gall of goat, and slips of yew.

1:33:33 > 1:33:34Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse.

1:33:34 > 1:33:35Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips.

1:33:35 > 1:33:39Finger of birth-strangled babe.

1:33:39 > 1:33:42Ditch-deliver'd by a drab. Make the gruel thick and slab.

1:33:42 > 1:33:45Add thereto a tiger's chaudron. For the ingredients of our cauldron.

1:33:45 > 1:33:49Double, double, double, double, double, toil and trouble.

1:33:49 > 1:33:56Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

1:33:56 > 1:33:59Cool it with a baboon's blood.

1:33:59 > 1:34:02Then the charm is firm and good.

1:34:02 > 1:34:05By the pricking of my thumbs.

1:34:05 > 1:34:10Something wicked this way comes.

1:34:10 > 1:34:14Open locks. Whoever knocks!

1:34:22 > 1:34:24How now,

1:34:24 > 1:34:31you secret, black, and midnight hags!

1:34:38 > 1:34:40What is't you do?

1:34:40 > 1:34:43A deed without a name.

1:34:43 > 1:34:48I conjure you, by that which you profess,

1:34:48 > 1:34:51Howe'er you come to know it, answer me.

1:34:51 > 1:34:56Though you untie the winds and let them fight against the churches.

1:34:56 > 1:35:01Though the yesty waves confound and swallow navigation up.

1:35:01 > 1:35:08Though palaces and pyramids stoop their heads to their foundations, answer me to what I ask.

1:35:08 > 1:35:10Speak.

1:35:10 > 1:35:13- Demand.- We'll answer.

1:35:13 > 1:35:18Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, or from our MASTERS?

1:35:21 > 1:35:24Call 'em,

1:35:24 > 1:35:26let me see 'em.

1:35:26 > 1:35:33Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten her nine farrow.

1:35:33 > 1:35:38Grease that's sweaten from the murderer's gibbet, throw into the brain.

1:35:38 > 1:35:40Come, high or low.

1:35:40 > 1:35:43Thyself and office deftly show!

1:35:45 > 1:35:47Tell me, thou unknown power...

1:35:47 > 1:35:50He knows thy thought.

1:35:50 > 1:35:52Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

1:35:52 > 1:35:57Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

1:35:57 > 1:36:05Beware Macduff. Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough!

1:36:08 > 1:36:13Whate'er thou art, for this good counsel, thanks. Thou hast harp'd my fear aright but one word more...

1:36:13 > 1:36:16He will not be commanded.

1:36:16 > 1:36:19Here's another, more potent than the first.

1:36:19 > 1:36:23Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

1:36:23 > 1:36:26Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

1:36:26 > 1:36:33Be bloody, bold, and resolute, laugh to scorn the power of man,

1:36:33 > 1:36:38for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth!

1:36:38 > 1:36:40Then live, Macduff.

1:36:40 > 1:36:43What need I fear of thee?

1:36:43 > 1:36:47And yet to make assurance double sure, I'll take a bond of fate.

1:36:47 > 1:36:49Thou shalt not live.

1:36:49 > 1:36:51What's this?

1:36:52 > 1:36:54Listen, but speak not to't.

1:36:54 > 1:36:59Be lion-mettled, proud.

1:36:59 > 1:37:02And take no care who chafes,

1:37:02 > 1:37:05who frets, or where conspirers are.

1:37:05 > 1:37:09Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be

1:37:09 > 1:37:16until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him.

1:37:16 > 1:37:18That can never be!

1:37:18 > 1:37:25Who can impress the forest, bid the tree unfix his earth-bound root?

1:37:25 > 1:37:26Sweet bodements!

1:37:26 > 1:37:34Good! Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood of Birnam rise,

1:37:34 > 1:37:41and our high-placed Macbeth shall live the lease of nature.

1:37:41 > 1:37:46And yet my heart throbs to know one thing more.

1:37:47 > 1:37:51Shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom?

1:37:51 > 1:37:55Seek to know no more.

1:37:55 > 1:37:58I will be satisfied.

1:37:58 > 1:38:04Deny me, and an eternal curse light on you! Let me know!

1:38:04 > 1:38:05- Show!- Show!

1:38:05 > 1:38:07Show!

1:38:07 > 1:38:12Show his eyes, and grieve his heart. Come like shadows, so depart!

1:38:17 > 1:38:22Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down!

1:38:22 > 1:38:26Thy crown does sear my eyeballs.

1:38:28 > 1:38:34And thy hair, thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.

1:38:34 > 1:38:37A third is like the former.

1:38:37 > 1:38:41Filthy hags! Why do you show me this?

1:38:41 > 1:38:44A fourth! Start, eyes!

1:38:47 > 1:38:53What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

1:38:53 > 1:38:55Another yet!

1:38:55 > 1:39:01A seventh! I'll see no more.

1:39:01 > 1:39:06And yet an eighth appears,

1:39:06 > 1:39:11who bears a glass which shows me many more.

1:39:13 > 1:39:17And now I see 'tis true.

1:39:21 > 1:39:27For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me. And points at them for his.

1:39:28 > 1:39:30What, is this so?

1:39:30 > 1:39:35VOICES: Ay, sir, all this is so.

1:39:35 > 1:39:36Where are they?

1:39:38 > 1:39:39Gone?

1:39:44 > 1:39:47- Come in, without there! - What's your grace's will?

1:39:47 > 1:39:49Saw you the weird sisters?

1:39:49 > 1:39:51- No, my lord.- Came they not by you?

1:39:51 > 1:39:53No, indeed, my lord.

1:39:55 > 1:39:59Infected be the air whereon they ride.

1:39:59 > 1:40:01I did hear the galloping of horse.

1:40:01 > 1:40:06- Who was't came by?- Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word Macduff is fled to England.

1:40:06 > 1:40:07Fled to England!

1:40:07 > 1:40:10Ay, my good lord.

1:40:14 > 1:40:19Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits.

1:40:19 > 1:40:21From this moment,

1:40:21 > 1:40:28the very firstlings of my heart shall be the firstlings of my hand.

1:40:28 > 1:40:36And even now, to crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.

1:40:36 > 1:40:40The castle of Macduff I will surprise. Seize upon Fife.

1:40:40 > 1:40:46Give to the edge o' the blade his wife, his babes,

1:40:46 > 1:40:51and all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.

1:40:51 > 1:40:54No boasting like a fool.

1:40:54 > 1:40:58This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.

1:41:00 > 1:41:02But no more sights!

1:41:35 > 1:41:36What had he done, to make him fly the land?

1:41:36 > 1:41:38You must have patience, madam.

1:41:38 > 1:41:41He had none.

1:41:41 > 1:41:43His flight was madness.

1:41:43 > 1:41:46When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.

1:41:46 > 1:41:50- You know not whether it was his wisdom or his fear.- Wisdom!

1:41:50 > 1:41:52To leave his wife, to leave his babes,

1:41:52 > 1:41:55his mansion and his titles in a place from whence himself does fly?

1:41:55 > 1:41:59He loves us not. He wants the natural touch.

1:41:59 > 1:42:05The poor wren. The most diminutive of birds, will fight. Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

1:42:05 > 1:42:09All is the fear and nothing is the love;

1:42:09 > 1:42:12As little is the wisdom, where the flight so runs against all reason.

1:42:12 > 1:42:16My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself.

1:42:16 > 1:42:21But for your husband, he is wise,

1:42:21 > 1:42:23noble, judicious.

1:42:25 > 1:42:28I dare not speak much further.

1:42:28 > 1:42:34But cruel are the times, when we are traitors.

1:42:34 > 1:42:36And do not know ourselves,

1:42:36 > 1:42:39when we hold rumour from what we fear,

1:42:39 > 1:42:46yet know not what we fear, but float upon a wild and violent sea.

1:42:49 > 1:42:51I take my leave of you.

1:42:51 > 1:42:54Shall not be long but I'll be here again.

1:42:54 > 1:42:57Things at the worst will cease,

1:42:57 > 1:43:01or else climb upward to where they were before.

1:43:01 > 1:43:05My pretty cousins, my blessings on you.

1:43:05 > 1:43:08Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.

1:43:08 > 1:43:10I am so much a fool,

1:43:10 > 1:43:14should I stay longer, it would be my disgrace and your discomfort.

1:43:14 > 1:43:17I take my leave at once.

1:43:28 > 1:43:34Sirrah, your father's dead.

1:43:34 > 1:43:37And what will you do now?

1:43:37 > 1:43:39- How will you live? - As birds do, mother.

1:43:39 > 1:43:43What, with worms and flies?

1:43:43 > 1:43:44With what I get, I mean.

1:43:51 > 1:43:53My father is not dead, for all your saying.

1:43:53 > 1:43:56Yes, he is dead,

1:43:57 > 1:44:00how wilt thou do for a father?

1:44:00 > 1:44:04Nay, what will you do for a husband?

1:44:04 > 1:44:06Why, I can buy me 20 at any market.

1:44:06 > 1:44:08Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

1:44:08 > 1:44:10Thou speak'st with all thy wit.

1:44:12 > 1:44:16And yet, i' faith, with wit enough for thee.

1:44:16 > 1:44:19Was my father a traitor, mother?

1:44:21 > 1:44:25- Ay, that he was.- What is a traitor?

1:44:25 > 1:44:27Why, one that swears and lies.

1:44:27 > 1:44:30And may all be traitors that do so?

1:44:30 > 1:44:34Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.

1:44:34 > 1:44:37And must they all be hanged who swear and lie?

1:44:37 > 1:44:40Every one.

1:44:40 > 1:44:43Who must hang them?

1:44:43 > 1:44:45Why, the honest men.

1:44:47 > 1:44:51Now, God help thee, poor monkey!

1:44:51 > 1:44:54But how wilt thou do for a father?

1:44:54 > 1:44:57If he were dead, you'd weep for him.

1:44:59 > 1:45:03Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!

1:45:03 > 1:45:06Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known.

1:45:06 > 1:45:09I do fear some danger does approach you nearly.

1:45:09 > 1:45:13If you will take a homely man's advice, be not found here.

1:45:13 > 1:45:15Hence, with your little ones.

1:45:15 > 1:45:17To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage.

1:45:17 > 1:45:21To do worse to you were fell cruelty, which is too nigh your person.

1:45:21 > 1:45:23CAR ENGINE

1:45:23 > 1:45:25Heaven preserve thee!

1:45:27 > 1:45:28I dare abide no longer.

1:45:28 > 1:45:30Whither should I fly?

1:45:30 > 1:45:37- I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world,. - DOGS BARK

1:45:37 > 1:45:42Where to do harm is often laudable, to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly.

1:45:42 > 1:45:48Why then, alas, do I put up that womanly defence, to say I have done no harm?

1:45:48 > 1:45:50What are these faces?

1:47:30 > 1:47:32INAUDIBLE

1:47:35 > 1:47:39Let us seek out some desolate shade,

1:47:39 > 1:47:42and there weep our sad bosoms empty.

1:47:42 > 1:47:48Let us rather hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men bestride our down-fall'n birthdom.

1:47:48 > 1:47:55Each new morn, new widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows strike heaven on the face...

1:47:55 > 1:48:00What I believe, I'll wail, what know, believe, and what I can redress,

1:48:00 > 1:48:04as I shall find the time to, friend, I will.

1:48:07 > 1:48:11What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.

1:48:11 > 1:48:13This tyrant,

1:48:13 > 1:48:17whose sole name blisters our tongues, was once thought honest.

1:48:17 > 1:48:23You have loved him well. He hath not touch'd you...yet.

1:48:23 > 1:48:25I am young

1:48:25 > 1:48:30but something you may deserve of him through me.

1:48:30 > 1:48:32- I am not treacherous. - But Macbeth is.

1:48:32 > 1:48:35A good and virtuous nature may recoil in an imperial charge.

1:48:35 > 1:48:38But I shall crave your pardon.

1:48:38 > 1:48:43That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose.

1:48:43 > 1:48:45Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

1:48:45 > 1:48:48I have lost my hopes.

1:48:48 > 1:48:53Perchance even there where I did find my doubts. Why in this rawness left you wife and child,

1:48:53 > 1:48:59those precious motives, those strong knots of love, without leave-taking?

1:48:59 > 1:49:03Bleed, bleed, poor country!

1:49:03 > 1:49:04Fare thee well, lord.

1:49:04 > 1:49:08I would not be the villain that thou think'st for the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp.

1:49:08 > 1:49:10Be not offended.

1:49:12 > 1:49:15I speak not as in absolute fear of you.

1:49:20 > 1:49:23I think our country sinks beneath the yoke.

1:49:23 > 1:49:24It weeps,

1:49:24 > 1:49:27it bleeds, and each new day a gash is added to her wounds.

1:49:27 > 1:49:30I think withal there would be hands uplifted in my right.

1:49:30 > 1:49:33And here from gracious England have I offer of goodly thousands.

1:49:33 > 1:49:37But, for all this, when I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, or wear it on my sword,

1:49:37 > 1:49:41then my poor country shall have more vices than it had before,

1:49:41 > 1:49:45more suffer and more sundry ways than ever, by him that shall succeed.

1:49:45 > 1:49:47What should he be?

1:49:47 > 1:49:52It is myself, I mean,

1:49:52 > 1:49:54in whom I know

1:49:55 > 1:49:59all the particulars of vice so grafted that,

1:49:59 > 1:50:04when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth shall seem as pure as snow.

1:50:04 > 1:50:10Not in the legions of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd in evils to top Macbeth.

1:50:10 > 1:50:12I grant him bloody,

1:50:12 > 1:50:14luxurious,

1:50:14 > 1:50:20avaricious, false, deceitful, sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin that has a name.

1:50:20 > 1:50:25But there's no bottom, none, to my voluptuousness.

1:50:29 > 1:50:31Your wives,

1:50:31 > 1:50:35your daughters, your matrons and your maids,

1:50:35 > 1:50:37could not fill up the cistern of my lust.

1:50:38 > 1:50:40Better Macbeth than such a one to reign.

1:50:40 > 1:50:44But fear not yet to take upon you what is yours.

1:50:46 > 1:50:51You may convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,

1:50:51 > 1:50:55and yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.

1:50:55 > 1:50:57We have willing dames enough.

1:50:57 > 1:51:03With this there grows in my most ill-composed affection such a stanchless avarice that, were I king,

1:51:05 > 1:51:08I should cut off the nobles for their lands,

1:51:08 > 1:51:13desire his jewels and this other's house.

1:51:13 > 1:51:17And my more-having would be as a sauce

1:51:17 > 1:51:21to make me hunger more, that I should forge quarrels unjust

1:51:21 > 1:51:25against the good and loyal, destroying them for wealth.

1:51:28 > 1:51:31This avarice sticks deeper.

3:00:00 > 3:00:02Yet do not fear.

3:00:02 > 3:00:04Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will.

3:00:04 > 3:00:06Of your mere own - all these are portable,

3:00:06 > 3:00:08with other graces weigh'd.

3:00:08 > 3:00:12But I have none: the king-becoming graces,

3:00:12 > 3:00:16as justice, verity, temperance, stableness,

3:00:16 > 3:00:19bounty, perseverance, mercy...

3:00:21 > 3:00:23..mercy...

3:00:26 > 3:00:27..lowliness...

3:00:29 > 3:00:32..devotion...

3:00:32 > 3:00:34patience...

3:00:35 > 3:00:36..courage...

3:00:39 > 3:00:41..fortitude...

3:00:43 > 3:00:47I have no relish of them.

3:00:47 > 3:00:50Nay, had I power, I should

3:00:50 > 3:00:53pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,

3:00:53 > 3:00:58uproar the universal peace, confound all unity on earth.

3:00:58 > 3:00:59O Scotland, Scotland!

3:00:59 > 3:01:01If such a one be fit to govern, speak.

3:01:01 > 3:01:02I am as I have spoken.

3:01:02 > 3:01:04Fit to govern!

3:01:04 > 3:01:09No, not to live. O nation miserable,

3:01:09 > 3:01:11When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,

3:01:11 > 3:01:13since that the truest issue of thy throne

3:01:13 > 3:01:15by his own interdiction stands accursed,

3:01:15 > 3:01:19and does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father

3:01:19 > 3:01:22was a most sainted king. The queen that bore thee,

3:01:22 > 3:01:25oftener upon her knees than on her feet.

3:01:25 > 3:01:26Fare thee well!

3:01:26 > 3:01:28O my breast,

3:01:28 > 3:01:30thy hope ends here!

3:01:32 > 3:01:34Macduff, this noble passion,

3:01:34 > 3:01:37child of integrity, hath from my soul

3:01:37 > 3:01:39wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts

3:01:39 > 3:01:42to thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth

3:01:42 > 3:01:44by many of these trains hath sought to win me

3:01:44 > 3:01:47into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me

3:01:47 > 3:01:50from over-credulous haste, but God above

3:01:50 > 3:01:52deal between me and thee! For even now

3:01:52 > 3:01:55I put myself to thy direction, and

3:01:55 > 3:01:58unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure

3:01:58 > 3:02:00the taints and blames I laid upon myself,

3:02:00 > 3:02:03for strangers to my nature. I am yet...

3:02:05 > 3:02:10..unknown to woman, never was forsworn,

3:02:10 > 3:02:13scarcely have coveted what was mine own,

3:02:13 > 3:02:17at no time broke my faith, would not betray

3:02:17 > 3:02:18the devil to his fellow and delight

3:02:18 > 3:02:23no less in truth than life. My first false speaking

3:02:23 > 3:02:25was this upon myself. What I am truly

3:02:25 > 3:02:29is thine and my poor country's to command.

3:02:29 > 3:02:32Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,

3:02:32 > 3:02:35old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,

3:02:35 > 3:02:37already at a point, was setting forth.

3:02:37 > 3:02:39Now we'll together, and the chance of goodness

3:02:39 > 3:02:42be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?

3:02:42 > 3:02:46Such welcome and unwelcome things at once

3:02:46 > 3:02:48'tis hard to reconcile.

3:02:48 > 3:02:51See, who comes here?

3:02:51 > 3:02:53My countryman, but yet I know him not.

3:02:53 > 3:02:56My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

3:02:56 > 3:02:58I know him now.

3:03:00 > 3:03:03Good God, betimes remove

3:03:03 > 3:03:06the means that makes us strangers!

3:03:06 > 3:03:08Sir, amen.

3:03:08 > 3:03:10Stands Scotland where it did?

3:03:10 > 3:03:13Alas, poor country!

3:03:14 > 3:03:18Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot

3:03:18 > 3:03:22be call'd our mother, but our grave, where nothing,

3:03:22 > 3:03:26but who knows nothing, is once seen to smile,

3:03:26 > 3:03:31where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air

3:03:31 > 3:03:36are made, not mark'd, where violent sorrow seems

3:03:36 > 3:03:38a modern ecstasy.

3:03:38 > 3:03:41O, relation Too nice, and yet too true!

3:03:41 > 3:03:43What's the newest grief?

3:03:43 > 3:03:45That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker.

3:03:45 > 3:03:48- Each minute teems a new one. - How does my wife?

3:03:49 > 3:03:52Why...well.

3:03:52 > 3:03:55- And all my children?- Well, too.

3:03:55 > 3:03:57The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?

3:03:57 > 3:04:01No, they were well at peace when I did leave them.

3:04:01 > 3:04:03But not a niggard of your speech - how goes't?

3:04:03 > 3:04:05When I came hither to transport the tidings,

3:04:05 > 3:04:11which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour

3:04:11 > 3:04:13of many worthy fellows that were out,

3:04:13 > 3:04:16which was to my belief witness'd the rather,

3:04:16 > 3:04:18for that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot.

3:04:18 > 3:04:24Now is the time of help! Your eye in Scotland

3:04:24 > 3:04:27- would create soldiers... - Be't their comfort

3:04:27 > 3:04:32we are coming thither. Gracious England hath

3:04:32 > 3:04:34lent us good Siward and ten thousand men.

3:04:34 > 3:04:37An older and a better soldier none that Christendom gives out.

3:04:40 > 3:04:42Would I could answer

3:04:42 > 3:04:45this comfort with the like!

3:04:45 > 3:04:48But I have words

3:04:48 > 3:04:52that would be howl'd out in the desert air,

3:04:52 > 3:04:55where hearing should not latch them.

3:04:55 > 3:04:57What concern they? The general cause?

3:04:57 > 3:05:00Or is it a fee-grief due to some single breast?

3:05:00 > 3:05:04No mind that's honest but in it shares some woe,

3:05:04 > 3:05:08though the main part pertains to you alone.

3:05:08 > 3:05:11If it be mine, keep it not from me,

3:05:11 > 3:05:13quickly let me have it.

3:05:13 > 3:05:16Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,

3:05:16 > 3:05:18which shall possess them with the heaviest sound

3:05:18 > 3:05:21- That ever yet they heard.- Hum!

3:05:21 > 3:05:22I guess at it.

3:05:22 > 3:05:25Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes

3:05:25 > 3:05:30savagely slaughter'd. To relate the manner

3:05:30 > 3:05:32were to add the death of you.

3:05:32 > 3:05:34Merciful heaven!

3:06:05 > 3:06:10What, man! Ne'er pull your hat upon your brows.

3:06:10 > 3:06:12Give sorrow words.

3:06:13 > 3:06:15The grief that does not speak

3:06:15 > 3:06:18whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

3:06:18 > 3:06:20My children too?

3:06:20 > 3:06:24Wife, children, servants, all

3:06:24 > 3:06:29- That could be found. - And I must be from thence!

3:06:29 > 3:06:30My wife kill'd too?

3:06:30 > 3:06:31- I have said.- Be comforted.

3:06:31 > 3:06:34Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,

3:06:34 > 3:06:36To cure this deadly grief.

3:06:36 > 3:06:38He has no children.

3:06:40 > 3:06:46All my pretty ones? Did you say all?

3:06:46 > 3:06:51O...hell-kite!

3:06:53 > 3:06:56All?

3:06:56 > 3:06:59What, all my pretty chickens and their dam

3:06:59 > 3:07:00at one fell swoop?

3:07:00 > 3:07:03- Dispute it like a man.- I shall do so.

3:07:05 > 3:07:09But I must also feel it as a man.

3:07:09 > 3:07:11I cannot but remember such things were,

3:07:11 > 3:07:13that were most precious to me.

3:07:14 > 3:07:17did heaven look on,

3:07:17 > 3:07:19and would not take their part?

3:07:19 > 3:07:23Sinful Macduff,

3:07:23 > 3:07:26they were all struck for thee!

3:07:26 > 3:07:28Naught that I am,

3:07:28 > 3:07:30not for their own demerits, but for mine,

3:07:30 > 3:07:33fell slaughter on their souls.

3:07:34 > 3:07:37Heaven rest them now!

3:07:37 > 3:07:41Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief

3:07:41 > 3:07:45Convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it.

3:07:45 > 3:07:48O, I could play the woman with mine eyes

3:07:48 > 3:07:51and braggart with my tongue!

3:07:51 > 3:07:54But, gentle heavens,

3:07:54 > 3:07:58cut short all intermission.

3:07:58 > 3:08:00Front to front,

3:08:00 > 3:08:05bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself.

3:08:06 > 3:08:10Within my blade's length set him.

3:08:12 > 3:08:15If he 'scape,

3:08:15 > 3:08:17heaven forgive him too!

3:08:17 > 3:08:20This tune goes manly.

3:08:20 > 3:08:24Come, our power is ready.

3:08:24 > 3:08:27Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth

3:08:27 > 3:08:31is ripe for shaking, and the powers above

3:08:31 > 3:08:32put on their instruments.

3:08:35 > 3:08:38Receive what cheer you may.

3:08:38 > 3:08:41The night is long that never finds the day.

3:08:52 > 3:08:55I have two nights watched with you,

3:08:55 > 3:08:57but can perceive no truth in your report.

3:08:57 > 3:09:00When was it she last walked?

3:09:00 > 3:09:02Since his majesty went into the field,

3:09:02 > 3:09:05I have seen her rise frae her bed,

3:09:05 > 3:09:10throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper,

3:09:10 > 3:09:13fold it, write upon't, read it,

3:09:13 > 3:09:15afterwards seal it, and again return to bed,

3:09:15 > 3:09:19yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

3:09:19 > 3:09:22A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit

3:09:22 > 3:09:25of sleep, and do the effects of watching!

3:09:25 > 3:09:29In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual

3:09:29 > 3:09:33performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say?

3:09:33 > 3:09:38- That, Doctor, which I will not report after her.- But you may to me,

3:09:38 > 3:09:40and 'tis most meet you should.

3:09:40 > 3:09:44Neither to you nor any one, having no witness to confirm my speech.

3:09:46 > 3:09:48Lo, Doctor, here she comes!

3:09:53 > 3:09:56Observe her, stand close.

3:09:56 > 3:09:57How came she by that light?

3:09:57 > 3:10:01Why, it stood by her. She has light by her continually.

3:10:01 > 3:10:04- 'Tis her command. - You see, her eyes are open.

3:10:04 > 3:10:05Ay, but their sense is shut.

3:10:05 > 3:10:09What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

3:10:09 > 3:10:14It's an accustomed action wi' her, to seem thus washing her hands.

3:10:14 > 3:10:17I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

3:10:17 > 3:10:20- Yet here's a spot.- Hark! She speaks.

3:10:20 > 3:10:22I will set down what comes from her,

3:10:22 > 3:10:25to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

3:10:25 > 3:10:29Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

3:10:29 > 3:10:34One. Two. Why, then, 'tis time to do't.

3:10:39 > 3:10:44Hell is murky!

3:10:44 > 3:10:48Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard?

3:10:48 > 3:10:52What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?

3:10:52 > 3:10:54Yet who would have thought the old man

3:10:54 > 3:10:58- to have had so much blood in him. - Do you mark that?

3:11:02 > 3:11:04The thane of Fife had a wife.

3:11:06 > 3:11:08Where is she now?

3:11:08 > 3:11:13What, will these hands ne'er be clean?

3:11:14 > 3:11:17No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that.

3:11:17 > 3:11:19You mar all with this starting.

3:11:19 > 3:11:23Go to, go to. You have known what you should not.

3:11:23 > 3:11:26She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that.

3:11:26 > 3:11:28Heaven knows what she has known.

3:11:40 > 3:11:42Here's the smell of the blood still.

3:11:46 > 3:11:53All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

3:11:53 > 3:11:54Oh!

3:11:56 > 3:11:57Oh!

3:12:02 > 3:12:03SHE SCREAMS

3:12:13 > 3:12:15Oh, what a sigh is there!

3:12:15 > 3:12:18The heart is sorely charged.

3:12:18 > 3:12:20I would not have such a heart in my bosom

3:12:20 > 3:12:23for the dignity of the whole body.

3:12:23 > 3:12:24Well, well, well...

3:12:24 > 3:12:26Pray God it be, sir.

3:12:26 > 3:12:29This disease is beyond my practise,

3:12:29 > 3:12:32yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep

3:12:32 > 3:12:35who have died holily in their beds.

3:12:35 > 3:12:38Wash your hands, put on your nightgown. Look not so pale....

3:12:38 > 3:12:40I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried,

3:12:40 > 3:12:42he cannot come out on's grave.

3:12:42 > 3:12:43Even so?

3:12:43 > 3:12:47To bed, to bed! There's knocking at the gate.

3:12:47 > 3:12:49Come, come.

3:12:50 > 3:12:52Come.

3:12:54 > 3:12:55Come...

3:12:56 > 3:12:58..give me your hand.

3:13:10 > 3:13:11No!

3:13:14 > 3:13:16No!

3:13:21 > 3:13:26What's done cannot be undone....

3:13:30 > 3:13:31To bed.

3:13:34 > 3:13:36To bed.

3:13:39 > 3:13:42To bed.

3:13:42 > 3:13:44To bed.

3:13:45 > 3:13:48To bed. To bed.

3:13:50 > 3:13:53- SHE SCREAMS:- To bed!

3:13:55 > 3:13:59- Will she go now to bed?- Directly.

3:14:00 > 3:14:02Foul whisperings are abroad.

3:14:02 > 3:14:04Unnatural deeds

3:14:04 > 3:14:08do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds

3:14:08 > 3:14:11to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

3:14:11 > 3:14:14God, God forgive us all!

3:14:14 > 3:14:17Look after her. Remove from her the means of all annoyance,

3:14:17 > 3:14:21And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night.

3:14:21 > 3:14:24My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.

3:14:24 > 3:14:27I think, but dare not speak.

3:14:29 > 3:14:32Good night, good doctor.

3:14:50 > 3:14:52The English power is near,

3:14:52 > 3:14:53let on by Malcolm,

3:14:53 > 3:14:55his uncle Siward and the good Macduff.

3:14:55 > 3:14:59Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes

3:14:59 > 3:15:02would to the bleeding and the grim alarm

3:15:02 > 3:15:05excite the mortified man.

3:15:10 > 3:15:13Near Birnam wood shall we well meet them.

3:15:13 > 3:15:15That way are they headed.

3:15:15 > 3:15:18Know you if Donalbain be with his brother?

3:15:18 > 3:15:19For certain, sir, he is not.

3:15:19 > 3:15:21I have a file

3:15:21 > 3:15:24of all the gentry.

3:15:24 > 3:15:25There is Siward's son,

3:15:25 > 3:15:27and many unrough youths that even now

3:15:27 > 3:15:29protest their first of manhood.

3:15:32 > 3:15:35- What does the tyrant?- Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

3:15:35 > 3:15:37Some say he's mad.

3:15:37 > 3:15:38Others that do lesser hate him

3:15:38 > 3:15:41do call it valiant fury, but, for certain,

3:15:41 > 3:15:45he can no longer buckle his distemper'd cause

3:15:45 > 3:15:46within the belt of rule.

3:15:48 > 3:15:49Now does he feel

3:15:49 > 3:15:52his secret murders sticking to his hands.

3:15:52 > 3:15:55Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach.

3:15:55 > 3:15:58Those he commands move only in command,

3:15:58 > 3:16:02nothing in love. Now does he feel his title

3:16:02 > 3:16:06hang loose upon him, like a giant's robe

3:16:06 > 3:16:08upon a dwarfish thief.

3:16:08 > 3:16:10Who then shall blame

3:16:10 > 3:16:12his pester'd senses to recoil and start,

3:16:12 > 3:16:14when all that is within him does condemn

3:16:14 > 3:16:16itself for being there?

3:16:16 > 3:16:19Well...march we on,

3:16:19 > 3:16:22to give obedience where 'tis truly owed.

3:16:37 > 3:16:40Bring me no more reports!

3:16:40 > 3:16:43Let them fly all.

3:16:43 > 3:16:50Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear.

3:16:50 > 3:16:54What's the boy Malcolm?

3:16:54 > 3:16:58Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know

3:16:58 > 3:17:01all mortal consequences pronounce me thus -

3:17:01 > 3:17:05"Fear not, Macbeth. No man that's born of woman

3:17:05 > 3:17:11"shall e'er have power upon thee." Then fly, false thanes,

3:17:11 > 3:17:15and mingle with the English epicures.

3:17:15 > 3:17:19The mind I sway by and the heart I bear

3:17:19 > 3:17:23shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.

3:17:23 > 3:17:25HE COUGHS

3:17:25 > 3:17:29The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!

3:17:29 > 3:17:33Where got'st thou that goose look?

3:17:33 > 3:17:35There is ten thousand...

3:17:35 > 3:17:38- Geese, villain!- No. Soldiers, sir.

3:17:38 > 3:17:42Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,

3:17:42 > 3:17:46thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?

3:17:46 > 3:17:48Death of thy soul!

3:17:48 > 3:17:53These linen cheeks of thine are counsellors to fear.

3:17:53 > 3:17:55What soldiers, whey-face?

3:17:55 > 3:17:59The English force, so please you.

3:18:01 > 3:18:03Go take thy face hence.

3:18:11 > 3:18:12Seyton!

3:18:13 > 3:18:15I am sick at heart,

3:18:15 > 3:18:17When I behold...

3:18:17 > 3:18:19Seyton, I say!

3:18:23 > 3:18:26This push shall cheer me ever...

3:18:28 > 3:18:29..or...

3:18:31 > 3:18:34..disseat me now.

3:18:40 > 3:18:41I have lived long enough.

3:18:43 > 3:18:47My way of life is fall'n into the sear,

3:18:47 > 3:18:50the yellow leaf.

3:18:52 > 3:18:56And that which should accompany old age,

3:18:56 > 3:19:02as honour, love, obedience...

3:19:04 > 3:19:07..troops of friends

3:19:07 > 3:19:12I must not look to have, but, in their stead...

3:19:14 > 3:19:22..curses. Not loud but deep, mouth-honour...

3:19:24 > 3:19:26..breath.

3:19:27 > 3:19:30Seyton!

3:19:32 > 3:19:35- What is your gracious pleasure? - What news more?

3:19:35 > 3:19:39All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.

3:19:39 > 3:19:44I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Bring me my armour.

3:19:44 > 3:19:46'Tis not needed yet.

3:19:46 > 3:19:48I'll put it on!

3:19:48 > 3:19:51Send out more horses, skirr the country round.

3:19:51 > 3:19:54Hang those that talk of fear.

3:19:54 > 3:19:55Bring me my armour!

3:19:58 > 3:19:59How fares your patient, Doctor?

3:19:59 > 3:20:02Not so sick, my lord,

3:20:02 > 3:20:05as she is troubled with thick coming fancies

3:20:05 > 3:20:07That keep her from her rest.

3:20:07 > 3:20:09Cure her of that.

3:20:10 > 3:20:12Canst thou not...

3:20:14 > 3:20:18..minister to a mind diseased,

3:20:18 > 3:20:22pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,

3:20:22 > 3:20:26raze out the written troubles of the brain,

3:20:26 > 3:20:30and with some sweet oblivious antidote,

3:20:30 > 3:20:36cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous...

3:20:39 > 3:20:41..stuff

3:20:41 > 3:20:43which weighs upon the heart?

3:20:43 > 3:20:48Therein the patient must minister to himself.

3:20:53 > 3:20:56Throw physic to the dogs! I'll none of it.

3:20:56 > 3:20:59Come, give me my armour.

3:21:00 > 3:21:03Doctor, the thanes fly from me.

3:21:03 > 3:21:06You, sir, dispatch!

3:21:06 > 3:21:12If thou couldst, Doctor, cast the water of my land,

3:21:12 > 3:21:16find her disease, and purge it to a sound

3:21:16 > 3:21:20and pristine health.

3:21:20 > 3:21:22I would applaud thee to the very echo,

3:21:22 > 3:21:23that would applaud again.

3:21:23 > 3:21:25Pull it off, I say.

3:21:25 > 3:21:30What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,

3:21:30 > 3:21:34would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

3:21:34 > 3:21:36Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation

3:21:36 > 3:21:38makes us hear something.

3:21:43 > 3:21:47I will not be afraid of death or bane,

3:21:47 > 3:21:51till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

3:21:51 > 3:21:52EXPLOSION

3:21:53 > 3:21:57- What wood is this before us? - The wood of Birnam.

3:21:58 > 3:22:02Let every soldier hew him down a bough

3:22:02 > 3:22:05and bear't before him, thereby shall we shadow

3:22:05 > 3:22:07the numbers of our host and make discovery

3:22:07 > 3:22:08err in report of us.

3:22:08 > 3:22:09It shall be done.

3:22:09 > 3:22:11We learn no other but the confident tyrant

3:22:11 > 3:22:12keeps still in Dunsinane.

3:22:12 > 3:22:14'Tis his main hope.

3:22:16 > 3:22:18Advance the wall!

3:22:20 > 3:22:23Hang out our banners on the outward walls.

3:22:23 > 3:22:25The cry is still, "They come."

3:22:25 > 3:22:29Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn.

3:22:29 > 3:22:30Here let them lie

3:22:30 > 3:22:32till famine and the ague eat them up.

3:22:32 > 3:22:36Were they not forced with those that should be ours,

3:22:36 > 3:22:39we might have dareful met them, beard to beard,

3:22:39 > 3:22:41- And beat them backward home. - WOMAN SCREAMS

3:22:42 > 3:22:45What is that noise?

3:22:46 > 3:22:49It is the cry of women, my good lord.

3:22:49 > 3:22:52EXPLOSIONS AND GUNFIRE OUTSIDE

3:22:55 > 3:22:58I have almost forgot the taste of fear.

3:23:00 > 3:23:03The time has been, my senses would have cool'd

3:23:03 > 3:23:05to hear a night-shriek.

3:23:17 > 3:23:20I have supp'd full with horrors.

3:23:21 > 3:23:26Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts

3:23:26 > 3:23:28cannot once start me.

3:23:28 > 3:23:30Wherefore was that cry?

3:23:33 > 3:23:35The queen, my lord,

3:23:35 > 3:23:37is dead.

3:23:44 > 3:23:46She should have died hereafter.

3:23:47 > 3:23:50There would have been a time for such a word.

3:24:15 > 3:24:16Tomorrow...

3:24:19 > 3:24:23..and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

3:24:23 > 3:24:28creeps in this petty pace

3:24:28 > 3:24:32from day to day

3:24:32 > 3:24:36to the last syllable of recorded time...

3:24:38 > 3:24:44..and all our yesterdays have lighted fools

3:24:44 > 3:24:45the way to dusty death.

3:24:47 > 3:24:54Out... Out, brief candle!

3:24:54 > 3:25:02Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

3:25:02 > 3:25:08that struts and frets his hour upon the stage

3:25:08 > 3:25:10and then is heard no more.

3:25:11 > 3:25:13It is a tale...

3:25:15 > 3:25:20..told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

3:25:20 > 3:25:22signifying...

3:25:25 > 3:25:26..nothing.

3:25:38 > 3:25:41Thou comest to use thy tongue.

3:25:41 > 3:25:43Thy story quickly.

3:25:43 > 3:25:45Gracious my lord,

3:25:45 > 3:25:50I should report that which I say I saw,

3:25:50 > 3:25:52but know not how to do it.

3:25:52 > 3:25:56Well, say, sir.

3:25:56 > 3:25:58As I did stand my watch upon the hill,

3:25:58 > 3:26:04I looked toward Birnam, and anon, me thought,

3:26:04 > 3:26:07the wood began...

3:26:07 > 3:26:10Began to move?

3:26:17 > 3:26:19Liar and slave!

3:26:19 > 3:26:23Let me endure your wrath, if it be not so.

3:26:23 > 3:26:28Within this three mile may you see it coming,

3:26:28 > 3:26:32I say, a moving grove.

3:26:32 > 3:26:34If thou speak'st false,

3:26:34 > 3:26:37upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,

3:26:37 > 3:26:39till famine cling thee.

3:26:41 > 3:26:42If thou say'st sooth,

3:26:42 > 3:26:47I care not if thou dost as much for me.

3:26:47 > 3:26:50I pull in resolution, and begin

3:26:50 > 3:26:53to doubt the equivocation of the fiend

3:26:53 > 3:26:57who lies like truth!

3:26:57 > 3:26:59"Fear not, till Birnam wood

3:26:59 > 3:27:03"do come to Dunsinane," and now a wood

3:27:03 > 3:27:06comes toward Dunsinane.

3:27:09 > 3:27:10Arm.

3:27:10 > 3:27:14Arm, and out!

3:27:14 > 3:27:16If that which he avouches doth appear,

3:27:16 > 3:27:21there is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.

3:27:24 > 3:27:26I gin to be aweary of the sun,

3:27:26 > 3:27:31and wish the estate o' the world were now undone.

3:27:33 > 3:27:35Ring the alarum bell!

3:27:36 > 3:27:40Blow, wind! Come, wrack!

3:27:42 > 3:27:47At least we'll die with harness on our back.

3:28:47 > 3:28:51Now near enough. Your leafy screens throw down

3:28:51 > 3:28:54and show like those you are! You, worthy uncle,

3:28:54 > 3:28:55shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,

3:28:55 > 3:28:57lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and we

3:28:57 > 3:28:59shall take upon's what else remains to do

3:28:59 > 3:29:00according to our order.

3:29:00 > 3:29:03Fare you well. Do we but find the tyrant's power tonight,

3:29:03 > 3:29:06let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

3:29:06 > 3:29:09Make all our trumpets speak, give them all breath,

3:29:09 > 3:29:13those clamorous harbingers of blood and death!

3:29:13 > 3:29:17ALL SHOUT: Blood and death!

3:29:50 > 3:29:52Enter, sir, the castle!

3:30:01 > 3:30:05They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly

3:30:05 > 3:30:10but, bear-like, must I fight the course. What's he

3:30:10 > 3:30:15that was not born of woman?! Such a one

3:30:15 > 3:30:17I am to fear...

3:30:18 > 3:30:19..or none.

3:30:27 > 3:30:29What's thy name?

3:30:29 > 3:30:31Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

3:30:31 > 3:30:33No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name

3:30:33 > 3:30:34Than any is in hell.

3:30:36 > 3:30:37My name's Macbeth.

3:30:37 > 3:30:40The devil himself could not pronounce a title

3:30:40 > 3:30:41more hateful to mine ear.

3:30:41 > 3:30:43No, nor more fearful.

3:30:43 > 3:30:46Thou liest, abhorred tyrant. With my blade,

3:30:46 > 3:30:48I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

3:30:58 > 3:31:00Thou was born of woman.

3:31:02 > 3:31:04That way the noise is!

3:31:05 > 3:31:08Tyrant, show thy face!

3:31:08 > 3:31:11If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,

3:31:11 > 3:31:15my wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.

3:31:15 > 3:31:17I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms

3:31:17 > 3:31:20are hired to bear their staves.

3:31:20 > 3:31:23Either thou, Macbeth,

3:31:23 > 3:31:25Or else my blade with an unbatter'd edge

3:31:25 > 3:31:28I sheathe again undeeded.

3:31:28 > 3:31:31- There thou shouldst be! - GUNFIRE CLOSE BY

3:31:31 > 3:31:34By this great clatter, one of greatest note

3:31:34 > 3:31:37seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!

3:31:37 > 3:31:39And more I beg not!

3:31:56 > 3:32:00What is he that was not born of woman?

3:32:00 > 3:32:05Was he that was not born of woman...

3:32:05 > 3:32:13Swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,

3:32:13 > 3:32:17brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.

3:32:21 > 3:32:23Turn, hell-hound.

3:32:23 > 3:32:25Turn!

3:32:41 > 3:32:45Of all men else I have avoided thee.

3:32:48 > 3:32:51But get thee back.

3:32:51 > 3:32:54My soul is charged

3:32:54 > 3:32:56with too much blood of thine already.

3:32:56 > 3:32:58I have no words.

3:32:58 > 3:33:01My voice is in my blade.

3:33:01 > 3:33:05Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out!

3:33:11 > 3:33:14Thou losest labour.

3:33:14 > 3:33:16As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air

3:33:16 > 3:33:20with thy keen blade impress as make me bleed.

3:33:20 > 3:33:25I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,

3:33:25 > 3:33:28to one of woman born.

3:33:28 > 3:33:31Despair thy charm

3:33:31 > 3:33:34and let the angel whom thou still hast served

3:33:34 > 3:33:38tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb

3:33:38 > 3:33:41untimely ripped.

3:33:52 > 3:33:55Accursed be the tongue that tells me so,

3:33:56 > 3:33:58and be these...

3:33:58 > 3:34:04juggling fiends no more believed,

3:34:04 > 3:34:07that palter with us in a double sense,

3:34:07 > 3:34:11that keep the word of promise to our ear,

3:34:11 > 3:34:15and break it to our hope.

3:34:16 > 3:34:18I'll not fight with thee.

3:34:20 > 3:34:23Then yield thee, coward,

3:34:23 > 3:34:27and live to be the show and gaze o' the time!

3:34:27 > 3:34:30We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

3:34:30 > 3:34:35painted on a pole, and underwrit, "Here may you see the tyrant."

3:34:35 > 3:34:36I will not yield,

3:34:36 > 3:34:40to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,

3:34:40 > 3:34:43and to be baited with the rabble's curse.

3:34:43 > 3:34:47Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,

3:34:47 > 3:34:51and thou opposed, being of no woman born,

3:34:51 > 3:34:53Yet I will try the last.

3:34:53 > 3:34:55GUN CLICKS

3:35:03 > 3:35:08Before my body I throw my war-like shield.

3:35:16 > 3:35:19Lay on, Macduff,

3:35:19 > 3:35:23and damned be he that first cries, "Hold...

3:35:43 > 3:35:44"..enough."

3:35:44 > 3:35:48BLADE SWISHES AND A GROAN

3:36:01 > 3:36:03I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

3:36:03 > 3:36:06Some must go off, and yet, by these I see

3:36:06 > 3:36:09so great a day as this is cheaply bought.

3:36:09 > 3:36:11Macduff is missing.

3:36:11 > 3:36:13GUN CLICKS

3:36:22 > 3:36:25Hail, King!

3:36:27 > 3:36:29For so thou art.

3:36:31 > 3:36:34Behold, where stands

3:36:34 > 3:36:38the usurper's cursed head.

3:36:42 > 3:36:44The time is free.

3:36:47 > 3:36:51Hail, King of Scotland!

3:36:51 > 3:36:54- ALL:- Hail, King of Scotland!

3:37:11 > 3:37:15We shall not spend a large expense of time

3:37:15 > 3:37:18before we reckon with your several loves,

3:37:18 > 3:37:21and make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,

3:37:21 > 3:37:26henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland

3:37:26 > 3:37:28in such an honour named.

3:37:28 > 3:37:30What's more to do,

3:37:30 > 3:37:34which would be planted newly with the time,

3:37:34 > 3:37:36as calling home our exiled friends abroad

3:37:36 > 3:37:39that fled the snares of watchful tyranny,

3:37:39 > 3:37:41producing forth the cruel ministers

3:37:41 > 3:37:44of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,

3:37:44 > 3:37:46who, as 'tis thought by self and violent hands,

3:37:46 > 3:37:49took off her life. This and what needful else

3:37:49 > 3:37:51that calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,

3:37:51 > 3:37:57we will perform in measure, time and place.

3:37:59 > 3:38:02So, thanks to all at once!

3:38:04 > 3:38:07And to each one,

3:38:07 > 3:38:09Whom we invite

3:38:09 > 3:38:11to see us crown'd...

3:38:13 > 3:38:14..at Scone!

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