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SHELLS EXPLODE | 0:00:27 | 0:00:30 | |
SHELLS EXPLODE | 0:00:44 | 0:00:47 | |
What bloody man is that? He can report, as seemeth by his plight, of the revolt, the newest state. | 0:00:51 | 0:00:57 | |
This is the sergeant who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'gainst my captivity. | 0:00:59 | 0:01:03 | |
Hail, brave friend! | 0:01:03 | 0:01:04 | |
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil as thou didst leave it. | 0:01:04 | 0:01:08 | |
Doubtful it stood. | 0:01:08 | 0:01:10 | |
as two spent swimmers, that do cling together and choke their art. | 0:01:10 | 0:01:17 | |
The merciless Macdonald, from the Western Isles, is supplied | 0:01:17 | 0:01:22 | |
and fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling showed like a rebel's whore. | 0:01:22 | 0:01:29 | |
But all's too weak | 0:01:30 | 0:01:32 | |
for brave Macbeth. Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel, | 0:01:32 | 0:01:38 | |
which smoked with bloody execution carved out his passage till he faced the slave which ne'er shook hands, | 0:01:38 | 0:01:46 | |
nor bade farewell to him, till he unseamed him from the nave to the chaps and fixed his | 0:01:46 | 0:01:53 | |
head upon our battlements. | 0:01:53 | 0:01:55 | |
Oh, valiant cousin! | 0:01:55 | 0:01:57 | |
worthy gentleman! | 0:01:57 | 0:01:58 | |
Mark, king of Scotland, Mark, no sooner justice had with valour armed, but the Norweyan lord | 0:02:00 | 0:02:08 | |
surveying vantage with furbished arms and new supplies of men began a fresh assault. | 0:02:08 | 0:02:15 | |
Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? | 0:02:15 | 0:02:18 | |
Yes as sparrows, eagles, or the hare, the lion. | 0:02:18 | 0:02:23 | |
If I say sooth, I must report they were as cannons overcharged with | 0:02:23 | 0:02:28 | |
double cracks, whether they meant to bathe in reeking wounds | 0:02:28 | 0:02:33 | |
or memorise another Golgotha, I cannot tell. | 0:02:33 | 0:02:39 | |
But I | 0:02:42 | 0:02:43 | |
am faint, my gashes cry for help. | 0:02:43 | 0:02:46 | |
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds. | 0:02:46 | 0:02:48 | |
They smack of honour both. | 0:02:48 | 0:02:51 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:02:51 | 0:02:53 | |
Go get him surgeons. | 0:02:53 | 0:02:55 | |
MONITOR BEEP QUICKENS | 0:03:13 | 0:03:16 | |
MONITOR BEEP SLOWS | 0:03:19 | 0:03:24 | |
MONITOR FLATLINES | 0:03:31 | 0:03:34 | |
-When shall we three meet again? | 0:03:41 | 0:03:44 | |
In thunder, lightning or in rain? | 0:03:44 | 0:03:48 | |
When the hurly-burly is done. | 0:03:48 | 0:03:51 | |
When the battle is lost and won. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:54 | |
That will be the set of sun. | 0:03:54 | 0:03:57 | |
-Where the place? -Upon the Heath. | 0:03:57 | 0:04:00 | |
-There to meet with... -ALL: Macbeth. | 0:04:01 | 0:04:04 | |
SQUELCHING | 0:04:06 | 0:04:09 | |
Fair is foul. | 0:04:11 | 0:04:13 | |
And foul is fair. | 0:04:13 | 0:04:15 | |
Hover through the fog and filthy air. | 0:04:15 | 0:04:19 | |
ALL: Fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through the fog | 0:04:21 | 0:04:27 | |
and the filthy air. | 0:04:27 | 0:04:29 | |
-Who comes here? -The worthy thane of Ross. | 0:04:41 | 0:04:43 | |
-What a haste looks through his eyes! -God save the king! -Whence camest thou, worthy thane? | 0:04:43 | 0:04:47 | |
From Fife, great king, where the Norweyan banners flout the sky and fan our people cold. | 0:04:47 | 0:04:53 | |
Norway himself, with terrible numbers, assisted by | 0:04:53 | 0:04:57 | |
that most disloyal traitor, the Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict till that the dauntless Macbeth | 0:04:57 | 0:05:04 | |
confronted him with self-comparisons, point against point, rebellious arm against arm. And to conclude... | 0:05:04 | 0:05:10 | |
..the victory fell on us. | 0:05:12 | 0:05:15 | |
YES! YES! | 0:05:15 | 0:05:18 | |
Great happiness! | 0:05:19 | 0:05:20 | |
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest. | 0:05:20 | 0:05:26 | |
Go pronounce his present death | 0:05:26 | 0:05:30 | |
-and with his former title greet Macbeth. -I'll see it done. | 0:05:30 | 0:05:35 | |
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. | 0:05:37 | 0:05:41 | |
ALL: I'd rather, I'd rather Macbeth just come. | 0:06:13 | 0:06:15 | |
The weird sisters, hand in hand, posters over sea and land. | 0:06:20 | 0:06:25 | |
Thus do go about, about thrice to thine and thrice to mine | 0:06:27 | 0:06:32 | |
and thrice again to make up nine. | 0:06:32 | 0:06:34 | |
Peace! The charm's wound up. | 0:06:36 | 0:06:39 | |
So foul and fair a day I have not seen. | 0:06:51 | 0:06:54 | |
RIFLES COCKED | 0:07:21 | 0:07:22 | |
What are these | 0:07:23 | 0:07:26 | |
that look not like the inhabitants of the earth and yet are on it? | 0:07:26 | 0:07:30 | |
Live you? | 0:07:33 | 0:07:35 | |
Or are you aught that man may question? | 0:07:35 | 0:07:38 | |
You seem to understand me, | 0:07:39 | 0:07:41 | |
by each at once her chappy finger laying upon her skinny lips. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:46 | |
You should be women | 0:07:46 | 0:07:50 | |
and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:55 | |
Speak, if you can, what are you? | 0:07:55 | 0:07:59 | |
All hail, Macbeth! | 0:07:59 | 0:08:02 | |
Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! | 0:08:02 | 0:08:07 | |
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! | 0:08:07 | 0:08:13 | |
All hail, Macbeth, | 0:08:13 | 0:08:15 | |
thou shalt be king hereafter! | 0:08:15 | 0:08:19 | |
Good sir, why do you start | 0:08:19 | 0:08:23 | |
and seem to fear things that do sound so fair? | 0:08:23 | 0:08:26 | |
In the name of truth, are ye fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly ye show? | 0:08:28 | 0:08:33 | |
My noble partner You greet with present grace and great prediction | 0:08:33 | 0:08:38 | |
of noble having and of royal hope, that he seems rapt with all. | 0:08:38 | 0:08:44 | |
To me you speak not. | 0:08:44 | 0:08:47 | |
If you can look into the seeds of time | 0:08:47 | 0:08:50 | |
and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me. | 0:08:50 | 0:08:54 | |
-Hail! -Hail! -Hail! | 0:08:54 | 0:08:57 | |
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. | 0:08:57 | 0:09:01 | |
Not so happy, | 0:09:01 | 0:09:03 | |
yet much happier. | 0:09:03 | 0:09:05 | |
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none, | 0:09:05 | 0:09:09 | |
so all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! | 0:09:09 | 0:09:14 | |
Banquo and Macbeth, | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
all hail. | 0:09:16 | 0:09:19 | |
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more. | 0:09:19 | 0:09:22 | |
By my father's death I know I am Thane of Glamis, but how of Cawdor? | 0:09:22 | 0:09:27 | |
The Thane of Cawdor lives, a prosperous gentleman, and to be king... | 0:09:27 | 0:09:32 | |
..stands not within the prospect of belief, no more than to be Cawdor. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:37 | |
Say... | 0:09:39 | 0:09:40 | |
..from whence you owe this strange intelligence? | 0:09:41 | 0:09:46 | |
Or why you stop our way with such prophetic greeting? | 0:09:46 | 0:09:50 | |
METAL DOOR CLANGS | 0:09:56 | 0:09:58 | |
Speak, I charge you. | 0:09:58 | 0:09:59 | |
METAL DOOR CLANGS | 0:09:59 | 0:10:01 | |
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, and these are of them. | 0:10:06 | 0:10:11 | |
Whither are they vanished? | 0:10:11 | 0:10:14 | |
Into the air | 0:10:14 | 0:10:16 | |
And what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind. | 0:10:16 | 0:10:22 | |
Would they had stayed! | 0:10:22 | 0:10:24 | |
Were such things here as we do speak about? | 0:10:30 | 0:10:31 | |
Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner? | 0:10:31 | 0:10:35 | |
Your children shall be kings. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:38 | |
-You shall be king. -And thane of Cawdor too, went it not so? | 0:10:38 | 0:10:41 | |
To the selfsame tune and words. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
Who's here? | 0:10:43 | 0:10:45 | |
The king hath happily received, Macbeth, the news of thy success, | 0:10:45 | 0:10:51 | |
We are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks, only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:57 | |
And, for an earnest of a greater honour, | 0:10:57 | 0:11:00 | |
he bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor. | 0:11:00 | 0:11:06 | |
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! | 0:11:06 | 0:11:08 | |
For it is thine. | 0:11:08 | 0:11:11 | |
What, can the devil speak true? | 0:11:11 | 0:11:13 | |
The Thane of Cawdor lives. | 0:11:13 | 0:11:15 | |
Why do you dress me in borrowed robes? | 0:11:15 | 0:11:18 | |
Who was the thane lives yet, | 0:11:18 | 0:11:21 | |
but under heavy judgment bears that life which he deserves to lose. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:23 | |
Treasons capital, confessed and proved, have overthrown him. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:29 | |
Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor! | 0:11:33 | 0:11:37 | |
The greatest is behind. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:40 | |
Do you not hope your children shall be kings, when those that gave the | 0:11:40 | 0:11:44 | |
Thane of Cawdor to me promised no less to them? | 0:11:44 | 0:11:47 | |
That trusted home might yet enkindle you unto the crown, besides the Thane of Cawdor. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:53 | |
But 'tis strange. | 0:11:53 | 0:11:55 | |
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, | 0:11:55 | 0:11:57 | |
the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, | 0:11:57 | 0:12:03 | |
to betray us in deepest consequence. | 0:12:03 | 0:12:06 | |
Cousins, a word, I pray you. | 0:12:06 | 0:12:08 | |
Two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling act | 0:12:08 | 0:12:14 | |
of the imperial theme.... | 0:12:14 | 0:12:16 | |
This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill. | 0:12:19 | 0:12:23 | |
Cannot be good. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:27 | |
If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth? | 0:12:27 | 0:12:34 | |
I am | 0:12:34 | 0:12:35 | |
Thane of Cawdor. | 0:12:35 | 0:12:37 | |
If good, | 0:12:39 | 0:12:42 | |
why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image makes | 0:12:42 | 0:12:46 | |
my seated heart knock at my ribs against the use of nature? | 0:12:46 | 0:12:51 | |
Present fears are less than horrible imaginings. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:55 | |
My thought, whose... | 0:12:56 | 0:12:59 | |
..murder | 0:13:01 | 0:13:02 | |
yet is but fantastical, | 0:13:02 | 0:13:05 | |
shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered in surmise, | 0:13:05 | 0:13:11 | |
and nothing is but what is not. | 0:13:11 | 0:13:13 | |
If chance will have me king, why, | 0:13:16 | 0:13:19 | |
chance may crown me, without my stir. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:23 | |
Come what come may, | 0:13:23 | 0:13:26 | |
time and the hour run through the roughest day. | 0:13:26 | 0:13:32 | |
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. | 0:13:32 | 0:13:33 | |
I ask your favour. | 0:13:33 | 0:13:35 | |
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten. | 0:13:35 | 0:13:40 | |
Let us toward the king. | 0:13:40 | 0:13:42 | |
Think upon what hath chanced, and, in good time, the interim having | 0:13:45 | 0:13:49 | |
-weighed it, let us speak our free hearts each to other. -Very gladly. | 0:13:49 | 0:13:54 | |
Till then, enough. Come, friends. | 0:13:54 | 0:14:01 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:14:10 | 0:14:12 | |
Is execution done on Cawdor? | 0:14:25 | 0:14:27 | |
Are not those in commission yet returned? | 0:14:28 | 0:14:31 | |
My liege, they are not yet come back. | 0:14:31 | 0:14:32 | |
But I have spoke with one that saw him die... | 0:14:34 | 0:14:36 | |
..who did report that, very frankly, he confessed his treasons, | 0:14:38 | 0:14:41 | |
implored your highness' pardon and set forth | 0:14:41 | 0:14:45 | |
a deep repentance. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:46 | |
Nothing in his life | 0:14:50 | 0:14:52 | |
became him like the leaving it. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:55 | |
He died | 0:14:57 | 0:14:59 | |
as one that had been studied in his death. | 0:14:59 | 0:15:01 | |
To throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 'twere a careless trifle. | 0:15:03 | 0:15:07 | |
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. | 0:15:07 | 0:15:11 | |
He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:16 | |
O worthiest cousin! | 0:15:26 | 0:15:28 | |
The sin of my ingratitude even now was heavy on me. | 0:15:28 | 0:15:33 | |
Would thou hadst less deserved, that the proportion both of thanks and payment might have been mine! | 0:15:33 | 0:15:39 | |
Only I have left to say, more is thy due than more than all can pay. | 0:15:39 | 0:15:45 | |
The service and the loyalty I owe in doing it pays itself. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:50 | |
Your highness' part is to receive our duties, and our duties are to your throne and state, children | 0:15:50 | 0:15:56 | |
and servants, which do but what they should, by doing everything safe toward your love and honour. | 0:15:56 | 0:16:03 | |
Welcome hither. | 0:16:03 | 0:16:05 | |
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour to make thee full of growing. | 0:16:05 | 0:16:12 | |
Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved, nor must be known no less to have done so. | 0:16:12 | 0:16:19 | |
Let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart. | 0:16:19 | 0:16:23 | |
There if I grow, the harvest is your own. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:26 | |
My plenteous joys, wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:35 | |
Sons, kinsmen, | 0:16:37 | 0:16:39 | |
thanes, and you whose places are the nearest, know | 0:16:39 | 0:16:45 | |
we will establish our estate upon | 0:16:45 | 0:16:49 | |
our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter the Prince of Cumberland, | 0:16:51 | 0:16:59 | |
which honour must not unaccompanied invest him only, | 0:16:59 | 0:17:04 | |
but signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers. | 0:17:04 | 0:17:10 | |
From hence to Glamis, and bind us further to you. | 0:17:10 | 0:17:15 | |
I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful the hearing of my wife with your approach. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:23 | |
-Humbly take my leave. -My worthy Cawdor! | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
The Prince of Cumberland! | 0:17:33 | 0:17:35 | |
That is a step on which I must fall down, | 0:17:35 | 0:17:39 | |
or else o'erleap, for in | 0:17:41 | 0:17:43 | |
my way it lies. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:46 | |
Stars, hide your fires | 0:17:47 | 0:17:51 | |
Let not light see my black and deep desires | 0:17:51 | 0:17:56 | |
"They met me in the day of success, | 0:18:04 | 0:18:06 | |
"and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. | 0:18:06 | 0:18:13 | |
"When I burned in desire to question them further, | 0:18:13 | 0:18:16 | |
"they made themselves air, into which they vanished. | 0:18:16 | 0:18:20 | |
"Whilst I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me Thane of Cawdor, | 0:18:20 | 0:18:27 | |
"by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me | 0:18:27 | 0:18:31 | |
"to the coming on of time, with, 'Hail, king that shalt be!' | 0:18:31 | 0:18:35 | |
"This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, | 0:18:37 | 0:18:41 | |
"that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. | 0:18:41 | 0:18:46 | |
"Lay it to thy heart, and farewell." | 0:18:46 | 0:18:48 | |
Glamis thou art, | 0:18:51 | 0:18:53 | |
and Cawdor. | 0:18:55 | 0:18:58 | |
And shalt be what thou art promised. | 0:19:07 | 0:19:09 | |
Yet do I fear thy nature. | 0:19:12 | 0:19:15 | |
It is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:21 | |
Thou wouldst be great, | 0:19:21 | 0:19:24 | |
art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend it. | 0:19:24 | 0:19:28 | |
Hie thee hither... | 0:19:33 | 0:19:36 | |
..that I may pour my spirits in thine ear | 0:19:37 | 0:19:41 | |
and chastise with the valour of my tongue | 0:19:41 | 0:19:45 | |
all that impedes thee from the golden round, | 0:19:45 | 0:19:50 | |
which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem to have thee crowned withal. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:54 | |
What is your tidings? | 0:19:55 | 0:19:58 | |
The king comes here tonight. | 0:19:58 | 0:20:02 | |
Thou art mad to say it. | 0:20:04 | 0:20:06 | |
Is not thy master with him? Who, were't so, would have informed for preparation. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:09 | |
So please you, it is true. Our thane is coming. | 0:20:09 | 0:20:13 | |
Give him tending. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:15 | |
He brings great news. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:19 | |
RAVEN SCREECHES | 0:20:19 | 0:20:23 | |
The raven himself is hoarse, | 0:20:23 | 0:20:25 | |
but croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements. | 0:20:25 | 0:20:31 | |
Come... | 0:20:44 | 0:20:46 | |
..you spirits...that tend on mortal thoughts. | 0:20:47 | 0:20:53 | |
Unsex me here... | 0:20:56 | 0:20:58 | |
..and fill me | 0:20:59 | 0:21:01 | |
from the crown to the toe top-full of | 0:21:01 | 0:21:05 | |
direst cruelty! | 0:21:05 | 0:21:07 | |
Make thick my blood. | 0:21:10 | 0:21:12 | |
Stop up the access and passage to remorse, | 0:21:13 | 0:21:16 | |
that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose... | 0:21:16 | 0:21:20 | |
..nor keep peace between the effect and it! | 0:21:22 | 0:21:26 | |
Come to my woman's breasts, | 0:21:29 | 0:21:31 | |
and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers. | 0:21:31 | 0:21:37 | |
Wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief! | 0:21:37 | 0:21:41 | |
Come, thick night, | 0:21:42 | 0:21:46 | |
and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, | 0:21:46 | 0:21:50 | |
that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry, | 0:21:50 | 0:21:56 | |
"Hold! Hold!" | 0:21:56 | 0:21:59 | |
Great Glamis! | 0:22:15 | 0:22:16 | |
Worthy Cawdor! | 0:22:19 | 0:22:22 | |
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! | 0:22:34 | 0:22:37 | |
Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present, and I feel now the future in the instant. | 0:22:37 | 0:22:42 | |
My dearest love... | 0:22:42 | 0:22:44 | |
..Duncan comes here tonight. | 0:22:47 | 0:22:51 | |
And when goes hence? | 0:22:51 | 0:22:54 | |
Tomorrow, as he purposes. | 0:22:54 | 0:22:56 | |
O, never shall sun that morrow see! | 0:22:57 | 0:23:00 | |
Your face, my thane, is as a book | 0:23:02 | 0:23:04 | |
where men may read strange matters. | 0:23:04 | 0:23:08 | |
To beguile the time, look like the time, bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. | 0:23:08 | 0:23:14 | |
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under't. | 0:23:14 | 0:23:19 | |
He that's coming must be provided for, and you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch, | 0:23:19 | 0:23:25 | |
which shall to all our nights and days to come give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. | 0:23:25 | 0:23:31 | |
We will speak further. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:36 | |
Only look up clear, | 0:23:38 | 0:23:40 | |
to alter favour ever is to fear. | 0:23:40 | 0:23:44 | |
Leave all the rest to me. | 0:23:48 | 0:23:51 | |
This castle hath a pleasant seat, the air | 0:24:09 | 0:24:12 | |
nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses. | 0:24:12 | 0:24:17 | |
See, see, our honoured hostess! | 0:24:17 | 0:24:20 | |
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love. | 0:24:21 | 0:24:27 | |
Herein I teach you how you shall bid God yield us for your pains, and thank us for your trouble. | 0:24:27 | 0:24:33 | |
All our service in every point twice done and then done double were poor and single business to contend | 0:24:33 | 0:24:40 | |
against those honours deep and broad wherewith your majesty loads our house. | 0:24:40 | 0:24:48 | |
Where's the Thane of Cawdor? | 0:24:50 | 0:24:53 | |
We coursed him at the heels, but he rides well, and his | 0:24:53 | 0:24:57 | |
great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him to his home before us. | 0:24:57 | 0:25:02 | |
Conduct me to mine host, we love him highly, | 0:25:02 | 0:25:06 | |
and shall continue our graces towards him. | 0:25:06 | 0:25:09 | |
By your leave, hostess. | 0:25:12 | 0:25:13 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:25:18 | 0:25:20 | |
MEAT SIZZLES | 0:25:33 | 0:25:35 | |
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:11 | |
If the assassination could | 0:26:12 | 0:26:15 | |
trammel up the consequence, | 0:26:15 | 0:26:18 | |
and catch with her surcease | 0:26:18 | 0:26:20 | |
success, | 0:26:20 | 0:26:23 | |
that but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here, | 0:26:23 | 0:26:30 | |
but here, upon this bank and shoal of time, | 0:26:30 | 0:26:35 | |
we'd jump the life to come. | 0:26:35 | 0:26:37 | |
CORK POPS | 0:26:38 | 0:26:40 | |
But in these cases, | 0:26:44 | 0:26:46 | |
we still have judgment here. | 0:26:46 | 0:26:48 | |
That we but teach bloody instruction, which, being taught, returns to plague the inventor. | 0:26:50 | 0:26:57 | |
This even-handed justice commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice to our own lips. | 0:26:59 | 0:27:05 | |
He's here in double trust. First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, | 0:27:08 | 0:27:15 | |
strong both against the deed. | 0:27:15 | 0:27:19 | |
Then, as his host, | 0:27:19 | 0:27:21 | |
who should against his murderer shut the door, not... | 0:27:21 | 0:27:25 | |
..bear the knife myself. | 0:27:27 | 0:27:29 | |
Besides, this Duncan has borne his faculties so meek, | 0:27:32 | 0:27:39 | |
has been so clear in his great office, | 0:27:39 | 0:27:41 | |
that his virtues will plead like angels, | 0:27:41 | 0:27:45 | |
trumpet-tongued, against the... | 0:27:45 | 0:27:50 | |
deep damnation of his taking-off. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:54 | |
And pity, | 0:27:54 | 0:27:57 | |
like a naked new-born babe, striding the blast, | 0:27:57 | 0:28:03 | |
or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon the sightless | 0:28:03 | 0:28:07 | |
couriers of the air, shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, | 0:28:07 | 0:28:12 | |
that tears shall drown the wind. | 0:28:12 | 0:28:14 | |
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, | 0:28:17 | 0:28:20 | |
but only vaulting ambition, | 0:28:20 | 0:28:25 | |
which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other. | 0:28:25 | 0:28:29 | |
-How now! What news? -He has almost supp'd. | 0:28:29 | 0:28:31 | |
Why have you left the chamber? | 0:28:31 | 0:28:34 | |
Hath he ask'd for me? | 0:28:34 | 0:28:37 | |
Know you not he has? | 0:28:38 | 0:28:40 | |
We will proceed no further in this business. | 0:28:45 | 0:28:48 | |
He hath honour'd me of late, and I have bought golden opinions from | 0:28:48 | 0:28:54 | |
all sorts of people, which would be worn now in their newest gloss, | 0:28:54 | 0:28:59 | |
not cast aside so soon. | 0:28:59 | 0:29:01 | |
Was the hope drunk wherein you dress'd yourself? | 0:29:01 | 0:29:06 | |
Hath it slept since? | 0:29:06 | 0:29:09 | |
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale at what it did so freely? | 0:29:09 | 0:29:14 | |
From this time such I account thy love. | 0:29:15 | 0:29:19 | |
Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valour | 0:29:19 | 0:29:21 | |
as thou art in desire? | 0:29:21 | 0:29:23 | |
Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, | 0:29:23 | 0:29:26 | |
and live a coward in thine own esteem, letting "I dare not" | 0:29:26 | 0:29:29 | |
-wait upon "I would", like the poor cat in the adage? -Prithee, peace! | 0:29:29 | 0:29:32 | |
I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none. | 0:29:32 | 0:29:37 | |
What beast was't, then, that made you break this enterprise to me? | 0:29:37 | 0:29:40 | |
When you durst do it, then you were a man. | 0:29:40 | 0:29:44 | |
And, to be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man. | 0:29:46 | 0:29:49 | |
Nor time nor place did then adhere, and yet you would make both. | 0:29:51 | 0:29:56 | |
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now does unmake you. | 0:29:56 | 0:30:01 | |
I have given suck, | 0:30:13 | 0:30:15 | |
and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me. | 0:30:15 | 0:30:21 | |
I would, while it was smiling in my face, | 0:30:21 | 0:30:27 | |
have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, | 0:30:27 | 0:30:32 | |
and dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you have done to his. | 0:30:32 | 0:30:36 | |
-If we should fail? -We fail! | 0:30:38 | 0:30:41 | |
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, | 0:30:46 | 0:30:51 | |
and we'll not fail. | 0:30:51 | 0:30:54 | |
When Duncan is asleep, his two chamberlains will I with wine | 0:30:55 | 0:31:01 | |
and wassail so convince that memory, the warder of the brain, | 0:31:01 | 0:31:04 | |
shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason a limbeck only. | 0:31:04 | 0:31:09 | |
When in swinish sleep | 0:31:09 | 0:31:13 | |
their drenched natures lie as in a death... | 0:31:13 | 0:31:16 | |
what cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan? | 0:31:18 | 0:31:22 | |
What not put upon his spongy officers, | 0:31:22 | 0:31:25 | |
who shall bear the guilt of our great quell? | 0:31:25 | 0:31:28 | |
Bring forth men-children only, | 0:31:28 | 0:31:31 | |
for thy undaunted mettle should compose nothing but males. | 0:31:31 | 0:31:36 | |
Will it not be received, | 0:31:38 | 0:31:40 | |
when we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two of his own chamber | 0:31:40 | 0:31:44 | |
and used their very daggers, that they have done't? | 0:31:44 | 0:31:49 | |
Who dares receive it other, | 0:31:49 | 0:31:52 | |
as we shall make our griefs and clamour roar upon his death? | 0:31:52 | 0:31:56 | |
I am settled, | 0:32:00 | 0:32:02 | |
and bend up | 0:32:02 | 0:32:04 | |
each corporal agent to this terrible feat. | 0:32:04 | 0:32:09 | |
Away, and mock the time with fairest show. | 0:32:09 | 0:32:13 | |
False face must hide what the false heart doth know. | 0:32:14 | 0:32:19 | |
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH | 0:33:00 | 0:33:04 | |
How goes the night, boy? | 0:33:04 | 0:33:06 | |
The moon is down. I have not heard the clock. | 0:33:07 | 0:33:10 | |
And she goes down at 12. | 0:33:10 | 0:33:12 | |
I take't, 'tis later, sir. | 0:33:12 | 0:33:14 | |
Hold... | 0:33:14 | 0:33:15 | |
..take my sword. | 0:33:18 | 0:33:19 | |
There's husbandry in heaven. Their candles are all out. | 0:33:21 | 0:33:25 | |
Take thee that too. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:30 | |
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet I would not sleep. | 0:33:32 | 0:33:36 | |
Merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature | 0:33:36 | 0:33:41 | |
gives way to in repose! | 0:33:41 | 0:33:43 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:33:43 | 0:33:44 | |
Give me my sword. Who's there? | 0:33:44 | 0:33:46 | |
A friend. | 0:33:48 | 0:33:49 | |
What, sir, not yet at rest? | 0:33:49 | 0:33:51 | |
The king's a-bed. He hath been in unusual pleasure, | 0:33:51 | 0:33:56 | |
and this diamond he greets your wife withal, by the name of | 0:33:56 | 0:34:00 | |
most kind hostess, and shut up in measureless content. | 0:34:00 | 0:34:04 | |
Being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect, | 0:34:04 | 0:34:08 | |
-which else should free have wrought. -All's well. | 0:34:08 | 0:34:11 | |
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters. | 0:34:17 | 0:34:20 | |
To you they have show'd some truth. | 0:34:21 | 0:34:24 | |
I think not of them. | 0:34:26 | 0:34:27 | |
Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, | 0:34:27 | 0:34:33 | |
I would spend it in some words upon that business. | 0:34:33 | 0:34:36 | |
At your kind'st leisure. | 0:34:36 | 0:34:38 | |
If you shall cleave to my intent, when 'tis, | 0:34:42 | 0:34:46 | |
it shall make honour for you. | 0:34:46 | 0:34:49 | |
So I lose none in seeking to augment it, but still keep my bosom | 0:34:52 | 0:34:57 | |
franchised and allegiance clear, I shall be counsell'd. | 0:34:57 | 0:35:01 | |
Good. Repose the while! | 0:35:02 | 0:35:06 | |
Thanks, sir. The like to you! | 0:35:06 | 0:35:11 | |
Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, | 0:35:15 | 0:35:21 | |
she strike upon the bell. Then get thee to bed. | 0:35:21 | 0:35:25 | |
Is this a dagger which I see before me, | 0:35:45 | 0:35:49 | |
the handle toward my hand? | 0:35:49 | 0:35:53 | |
Come, let me clutch thee. | 0:35:55 | 0:35:59 | |
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. | 0:36:05 | 0:36:10 | |
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight? | 0:36:12 | 0:36:18 | |
Or art thou but a dagger of the mind, | 0:36:20 | 0:36:25 | |
a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? | 0:36:25 | 0:36:31 | |
I see thee yet. | 0:36:33 | 0:36:34 | |
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, | 0:36:36 | 0:36:39 | |
and such an...instrument I was to use. | 0:36:39 | 0:36:45 | |
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, | 0:36:50 | 0:36:53 | |
or worth all the rest. | 0:36:53 | 0:36:57 | |
I see thee still, | 0:36:59 | 0:37:02 | |
and on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, | 0:37:02 | 0:37:09 | |
which was not so before. | 0:37:09 | 0:37:12 | |
There's no such thing. | 0:37:20 | 0:37:23 | |
It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes. | 0:37:23 | 0:37:29 | |
Now o'er the one halfworld | 0:37:29 | 0:37:34 | |
nature seems dead, | 0:37:34 | 0:37:37 | |
and wicked dreams abuse the curtain'd sleep. | 0:37:37 | 0:37:42 | |
Now witchcraft celebrates pale Hecate's offerings, | 0:37:42 | 0:37:49 | |
and wither'd murder, alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, | 0:37:49 | 0:37:55 | |
whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. | 0:37:55 | 0:38:02 | |
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design | 0:38:03 | 0:38:08 | |
moves like a ghost. | 0:38:08 | 0:38:11 | |
Thou sure and firm-set earth, | 0:38:12 | 0:38:16 | |
hear not my steps, which way they walk, | 0:38:16 | 0:38:19 | |
for fear thy very stones prate of my whereabouts, | 0:38:19 | 0:38:23 | |
and take the present...horror from the time, | 0:38:23 | 0:38:29 | |
which now suits with it. | 0:38:29 | 0:38:32 | |
Whiles I threat, he lives. | 0:38:35 | 0:38:38 | |
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. | 0:38:38 | 0:38:43 | |
BELL TINKLES | 0:38:43 | 0:38:45 | |
I go, and it is done. | 0:38:47 | 0:38:50 | |
The bell invites me. | 0:38:51 | 0:38:53 | |
Hear it not, Duncan, | 0:38:55 | 0:38:57 | |
for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven... | 0:38:57 | 0:39:01 | |
..or to hell. | 0:39:08 | 0:39:10 | |
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold. | 0:39:15 | 0:39:19 | |
What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. | 0:39:19 | 0:39:24 | |
Hark! | 0:39:24 | 0:39:25 | |
Peace! | 0:39:27 | 0:39:28 | |
It was the owl that shriek'd. | 0:39:31 | 0:39:33 | |
He is about it. | 0:39:37 | 0:39:40 | |
The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms do mock | 0:39:42 | 0:39:47 | |
their charge with snores. | 0:39:47 | 0:39:50 | |
I have drugg'd their possets, | 0:39:50 | 0:39:53 | |
that death and nature do contend about them, | 0:39:53 | 0:39:57 | |
whether they live or die. | 0:39:57 | 0:40:00 | |
Who's there? What, ho! | 0:40:00 | 0:40:01 | |
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, and 'tis not done. | 0:40:01 | 0:40:05 | |
The attempt and not the deed confounds us. | 0:40:05 | 0:40:08 | |
I laid their daggers ready. He could not miss 'em. | 0:40:08 | 0:40:11 | |
Had he not resembled my father as he slept... | 0:40:14 | 0:40:18 | |
..I had done't. | 0:40:21 | 0:40:22 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:40:22 | 0:40:24 | |
My husband? | 0:40:39 | 0:40:41 | |
I have done the deed. | 0:40:43 | 0:40:44 | |
Didst thou not hear a noise? | 0:40:44 | 0:40:47 | |
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? | 0:40:47 | 0:40:50 | |
-When? -Now. | 0:40:50 | 0:40:51 | |
As I descended? HOARSE SCREAM | 0:40:51 | 0:40:54 | |
Who lies i' the second chamber? | 0:40:55 | 0:40:58 | |
Donalbain. | 0:40:58 | 0:40:59 | |
This is a sorry sight. | 0:40:59 | 0:41:01 | |
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. | 0:41:01 | 0:41:04 | |
There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, "Murder!" | 0:41:04 | 0:41:07 | |
that they did wake each other. I stood and heard them, | 0:41:07 | 0:41:11 | |
but they did say their prayers, and address'd them again to sleep. | 0:41:11 | 0:41:14 | |
-There are two lodged together. -One cried, "God bless us!" | 0:41:14 | 0:41:18 | |
and, "Amen," the other, as they had seen me with these hangman's hands. | 0:41:18 | 0:41:24 | |
Listening their fear, I could not say "amen" | 0:41:24 | 0:41:31 | |
when they did say, "God bless us!" | 0:41:31 | 0:41:33 | |
Consider it not so deeply. | 0:41:33 | 0:41:34 | |
But wherefore could not I pronounce "amen"? | 0:41:34 | 0:41:38 | |
I had most need of blessing, and "amen" stuck in my throat. | 0:41:38 | 0:41:42 | |
These deeds must not be thought after these ways so, it will make us mad. | 0:41:42 | 0:41:46 | |
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! | 0:41:47 | 0:41:52 | |
"Macbeth does murder sleep," | 0:41:52 | 0:41:53 | |
the innocent sleep, sleep that knits up | 0:41:53 | 0:42:00 | |
the ravell'd sleeve of care, the death of each day's life, | 0:42:00 | 0:42:05 | |
sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course. | 0:42:05 | 0:42:10 | |
What do you mean? | 0:42:10 | 0:42:12 | |
Still it cries "Sleep no more!" to all the house. | 0:42:12 | 0:42:16 | |
"Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor | 0:42:17 | 0:42:20 | |
"Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more." | 0:42:20 | 0:42:24 | |
Who was it that thus cried? | 0:42:24 | 0:42:25 | |
Why, worthy thane, you do unbend your noble strength, | 0:42:25 | 0:42:29 | |
to think so brainsickly of things. Go get some water, | 0:42:29 | 0:42:32 | |
and wash this filthy witness from your hand. | 0:42:32 | 0:42:35 | |
Why did you bring these daggers from the place? | 0:42:36 | 0:42:38 | |
They must lie there! | 0:42:40 | 0:42:41 | |
Go! | 0:42:41 | 0:42:43 | |
Carry them. | 0:42:43 | 0:42:45 | |
And smear the sleepy grooms with blood. | 0:42:46 | 0:42:49 | |
I'll go no more. | 0:42:50 | 0:42:52 | |
I am afraid to think what I have done. | 0:42:53 | 0:42:56 | |
Look on't again I dare not. | 0:42:56 | 0:42:58 | |
Infirm of purpose! | 0:42:58 | 0:43:01 | |
Give me the daggers. | 0:43:04 | 0:43:06 | |
The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures. | 0:43:09 | 0:43:12 | |
'Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil. | 0:43:14 | 0:43:17 | |
If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, | 0:43:21 | 0:43:25 | |
for it must seem their guilt. | 0:43:25 | 0:43:27 | |
LOUD THUMPING | 0:43:35 | 0:43:37 | |
Whence is that knocking? | 0:43:37 | 0:43:38 | |
How is't with me, when every noise appals me? | 0:43:40 | 0:43:43 | |
What hands are here? | 0:43:46 | 0:43:48 | |
Oh... | 0:43:52 | 0:43:53 | |
They pluck out mine eyes. | 0:43:55 | 0:43:57 | |
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? | 0:44:00 | 0:44:06 | |
No, this my hand will rather | 0:44:09 | 0:44:14 | |
the multitudinous seas incarnadine, | 0:44:14 | 0:44:18 | |
making the green one red. | 0:44:18 | 0:44:20 | |
My hands are of your colour... | 0:44:36 | 0:44:38 | |
..but I shame to wear a heart so white. | 0:44:40 | 0:44:44 | |
THUMPING | 0:44:44 | 0:44:45 | |
I hear knocking at the south entry. | 0:44:45 | 0:44:47 | |
Retire we to our chamber. | 0:44:47 | 0:44:50 | |
A little water clears us of this deed. | 0:44:50 | 0:44:53 | |
How easy is it, then! | 0:44:53 | 0:44:56 | |
Your constancy hath left you unattended. | 0:44:56 | 0:44:59 | |
THUMPING Hark! More knocking. | 0:44:59 | 0:45:01 | |
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us and show us to be watchers. | 0:45:01 | 0:45:06 | |
Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts. | 0:45:06 | 0:45:10 | |
To know my deed, | 0:45:10 | 0:45:12 | |
'twere best not know myself. | 0:45:12 | 0:45:15 | |
THUMPING | 0:45:15 | 0:45:17 | |
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! | 0:45:18 | 0:45:20 | |
I would thou couldst! | 0:45:22 | 0:45:23 | |
THUMPING | 0:45:48 | 0:45:50 | |
Oh, here's a knocking indeed! | 0:45:50 | 0:45:56 | |
If a man were porter of hell-gate, | 0:45:57 | 0:46:00 | |
he should get old | 0:46:00 | 0:46:04 | |
turning the key. | 0:46:04 | 0:46:06 | |
THUMPING | 0:46:06 | 0:46:07 | |
Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, in the name of Jesus? | 0:46:07 | 0:46:13 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:46:13 | 0:46:18 | |
Beelzebub. | 0:46:18 | 0:46:19 | |
Here, a farmer, ooh-arr, | 0:46:23 | 0:46:28 | |
that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty. | 0:46:28 | 0:46:33 | |
Oh, come in time, | 0:46:33 | 0:46:36 | |
have napkins enough about you, here you'll sweat for it. | 0:46:36 | 0:46:42 | |
THUMPING | 0:46:42 | 0:46:44 | |
Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? | 0:46:44 | 0:46:49 | |
Faith, here's an equivocator, | 0:46:51 | 0:46:57 | |
who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not | 0:46:57 | 0:47:03 | |
equivocate to heaven. | 0:47:03 | 0:47:08 | |
Oh, come in, equivocator. | 0:47:08 | 0:47:11 | |
THUMPING | 0:47:11 | 0:47:13 | |
Knock, knock, never at quiet! | 0:47:13 | 0:47:18 | |
BREATHY RUSH | 0:47:18 | 0:47:19 | |
What are you? | 0:47:19 | 0:47:21 | |
But this place is too cold for hell. | 0:47:24 | 0:47:27 | |
I'll devil-porter it no further. | 0:47:27 | 0:47:30 | |
I had thought to let in some of all professions | 0:47:30 | 0:47:32 | |
that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:37 | |
THUMPING | 0:47:37 | 0:47:38 | |
Anon, anon! | 0:47:38 | 0:47:41 | |
I pray you, | 0:47:44 | 0:47:47 | |
remember the porter. | 0:47:47 | 0:47:49 | |
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie so late? | 0:47:55 | 0:47:58 | |
Faith, sir... | 0:47:58 | 0:48:00 | |
..we were carousing till the second cock | 0:48:02 | 0:48:05 | |
and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things. | 0:48:05 | 0:48:10 | |
What three things does drink especially provoke? | 0:48:10 | 0:48:12 | |
Marry, sir, nose-painting, | 0:48:12 | 0:48:15 | |
sleep... | 0:48:15 | 0:48:17 | |
HE URINATES ..and urine. | 0:48:19 | 0:48:21 | |
Lechery, it provokes and unprovokes. | 0:48:21 | 0:48:26 | |
It provokes the desire, but takes away the performance. | 0:48:26 | 0:48:32 | |
Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery. | 0:48:32 | 0:48:38 | |
It makes him and it mars him. | 0:48:38 | 0:48:41 | |
It sets him on, but it takes him off. | 0:48:41 | 0:48:44 | |
It persuades him and disheartens him, | 0:48:44 | 0:48:48 | |
makes him stand to and not stand to. | 0:48:48 | 0:48:53 | |
Equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. | 0:48:54 | 0:49:01 | |
Is thy master stirring? | 0:49:01 | 0:49:03 | |
Our knocking has awaked him, here he comes. | 0:49:03 | 0:49:07 | |
Good morrow, noble sir. | 0:49:07 | 0:49:08 | |
Good morrow, all. | 0:49:10 | 0:49:13 | |
Is the king stirring, worthy thane? | 0:49:13 | 0:49:16 | |
Not yet. | 0:49:18 | 0:49:19 | |
He did command me to call timely on him. I have almost slipped the hour. | 0:49:19 | 0:49:23 | |
I'll bring you to him. | 0:49:23 | 0:49:26 | |
I know this is a joyful trouble to you, but yet 'tis one. | 0:49:26 | 0:49:30 | |
The labour we delight in physics pain. | 0:49:30 | 0:49:34 | |
This is the door. | 0:49:34 | 0:49:36 | |
I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my limited service. | 0:49:36 | 0:49:39 | |
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES | 0:49:44 | 0:49:47 | |
-Goes the king hence today? -Hmm? | 0:49:49 | 0:49:51 | |
He does. | 0:49:51 | 0:49:53 | |
He did appoint so. | 0:49:53 | 0:49:55 | |
The night has been unruly. | 0:49:59 | 0:50:02 | |
Where we lay, our chimneys were blown down | 0:50:02 | 0:50:05 | |
and, as they say, lamentings heard i' the air, | 0:50:05 | 0:50:10 | |
strange screams of death. | 0:50:10 | 0:50:12 | |
-Some say the earth was feverous and did shake. -'Twas a rough night. | 0:50:16 | 0:50:20 | |
My young remembrance cannot parallel a fellow to it. | 0:50:20 | 0:50:24 | |
Oh. | 0:50:24 | 0:50:25 | |
Oh, horror, horror, horror! | 0:50:27 | 0:50:30 | |
-Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee! -What's the matter? | 0:50:32 | 0:50:37 | |
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! | 0:50:37 | 0:50:40 | |
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the Lord's | 0:50:40 | 0:50:44 | |
anointed temple, and stole thence the life of the building! | 0:50:44 | 0:50:47 | |
-What is it you say, the life? -Mean you His Majesty? | 0:50:47 | 0:50:50 | |
Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon. | 0:50:50 | 0:50:53 | |
Do not bid me speak. See, and then speak yourself. | 0:50:53 | 0:50:56 | |
Awake, awake! | 0:50:58 | 0:51:01 | |
Ring the alarum-bell. | 0:51:01 | 0:51:04 | |
Murder and treason! | 0:51:05 | 0:51:07 | |
Banquo and Donalbain! | 0:51:07 | 0:51:11 | |
'Malcolm! Awake!' | 0:51:11 | 0:51:14 | |
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, | 0:51:14 | 0:51:17 | |
'and look on death itself! Awake!' | 0:51:17 | 0:51:20 | |
Ring the bell! | 0:51:21 | 0:51:22 | |
What is the business, that such a hideous trumpet calls to parley | 0:51:22 | 0:51:26 | |
the sleepers of the house? | 0:51:26 | 0:51:27 | |
ALARM BUZZES | 0:51:27 | 0:51:28 | |
Speak, speak! | 0:51:28 | 0:51:31 | |
Oh, gentle lady, 'tis not for you to hear what I could speak. | 0:51:31 | 0:51:33 | |
The repetition in a woman's ear would murder as it fell. | 0:51:33 | 0:51:37 | |
Oh, Banquo, Banquo, our royal master's murdered! | 0:51:37 | 0:51:41 | |
Woe, alas. What, in our house? | 0:51:41 | 0:51:45 | |
Too cruel anywhere. | 0:51:45 | 0:51:46 | |
Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself and say it is not so. | 0:51:46 | 0:51:50 | |
Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time | 0:51:50 | 0:51:54 | |
for, from this instant, there's nothing serious in mortality. | 0:51:54 | 0:51:59 | |
All is but toys. | 0:51:59 | 0:52:01 | |
Renown and grace is dead, | 0:52:01 | 0:52:04 | |
the wine of life is drawn. | 0:52:04 | 0:52:06 | |
-What is amiss? -You are, | 0:52:06 | 0:52:08 | |
and do not know it. | 0:52:08 | 0:52:11 | |
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood is stopped, | 0:52:11 | 0:52:16 | |
the very source of it is stopped. | 0:52:16 | 0:52:19 | |
Your royal father's murdered. | 0:52:19 | 0:52:20 | |
Oh...by whom? | 0:52:20 | 0:52:24 | |
Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done it. | 0:52:27 | 0:52:30 | |
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood. | 0:52:30 | 0:52:34 | |
So were their daggers, | 0:52:34 | 0:52:36 | |
which unwiped we found upon their pillows. | 0:52:36 | 0:52:38 | |
They stared, and were distracted. | 0:52:38 | 0:52:41 | |
No man's life was to be trusted with them. | 0:52:41 | 0:52:42 | |
Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury that I did kill them. | 0:52:42 | 0:52:48 | |
Wherefore did you so? | 0:52:49 | 0:52:52 | |
Who can be wise, amazed, | 0:52:58 | 0:53:01 | |
temperate AND furious, loyal AND neutral, | 0:53:01 | 0:53:05 | |
in a moment? No man. | 0:53:05 | 0:53:07 | |
The expedition my violent love outran the pauser, reason. | 0:53:07 | 0:53:12 | |
Here lay Duncan, | 0:53:12 | 0:53:14 | |
his silver skin laced with his golden blood, and his gashed | 0:53:14 | 0:53:20 | |
stabs looked like a breach in nature for ruin's wasteful entrance. | 0:53:20 | 0:53:25 | |
There, the murderers, steeped in the colours | 0:53:25 | 0:53:28 | |
of their trade, their daggers unmannerly breech'd with gore. | 0:53:28 | 0:53:33 | |
Who could refrain, that had a heart to love, | 0:53:33 | 0:53:35 | |
and in that heart, courage to make his love known? | 0:53:35 | 0:53:39 | |
-Ah! Help me, hence! -Look to the lady. | 0:53:39 | 0:53:42 | |
Why do we hold our tongues, that most may claim this argument | 0:53:42 | 0:53:46 | |
-for ours? -What should be spoken here? | 0:53:46 | 0:53:49 | |
Let away, our tears are not yet brewed. | 0:53:49 | 0:53:52 | |
-Nor our strong sorrow upon the foot of motion. -Look to the lady. | 0:53:52 | 0:53:55 | |
And when we have our naked frailties hid, that suffer in exposure, let us | 0:53:56 | 0:54:01 | |
meet and question this most bloody piece of work to know it further. | 0:54:01 | 0:54:05 | |
Fears and scruples shake us. | 0:54:05 | 0:54:10 | |
In the great hand of God I stand and thence, | 0:54:10 | 0:54:13 | |
against the undivulged pretence, I fight of treasonous malice. | 0:54:13 | 0:54:18 | |
-And so do I. -MALCOLM AND DONALBAIN: So all. | 0:54:18 | 0:54:21 | |
Let's briefly put on manly readiness, | 0:54:21 | 0:54:24 | |
and meet in the hall together. | 0:54:24 | 0:54:26 | |
Well contented. | 0:54:26 | 0:54:28 | |
What will you do? | 0:54:35 | 0:54:37 | |
Let's not consort with them. | 0:54:37 | 0:54:38 | |
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy. | 0:54:38 | 0:54:43 | |
-I'll to England. -To Ireland, I. | 0:54:43 | 0:54:46 | |
Our separated fortune shall keep us both the safer. | 0:54:46 | 0:54:49 | |
Where we are, there's daggers in men's smiles. | 0:54:49 | 0:54:52 | |
The near in blood, the nearer bloody. | 0:54:52 | 0:54:55 | |
This murderous shaft that's shot hath not yet lighted, and our safest way is to avoid the aim. | 0:54:55 | 0:54:59 | |
Therefore to horse. | 0:54:59 | 0:55:01 | |
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, but shift. | 0:55:01 | 0:55:04 | |
Away! | 0:55:04 | 0:55:07 | |
I have seen hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night hath trifled former knowing. | 0:55:18 | 0:55:26 | |
Thou seest the heavens, | 0:55:26 | 0:55:28 | |
as troubled with man's act, threaten his bloody stage. | 0:55:28 | 0:55:34 | |
By the clock, 'tis day, and yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp. | 0:55:34 | 0:55:40 | |
Is it night's predominance or the day's shame that darkness | 0:55:40 | 0:55:46 | |
-does the face of earth entomb, when living light should kiss it? -'Tis unnatural, | 0:55:46 | 0:55:52 | |
even like the deed that's done. | 0:55:52 | 0:55:56 | |
Ah, Macduff. | 0:55:56 | 0:55:59 | |
HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY | 0:55:59 | 0:56:01 | |
How goes the world, sir, now? | 0:56:01 | 0:56:03 | |
-Why, see you not? -Is it known who did this more than bloody deed? | 0:56:03 | 0:56:08 | |
Those that Macbeth hath slain. | 0:56:08 | 0:56:11 | |
Alas, the day! What good could they pretend? | 0:56:11 | 0:56:14 | |
They were suborn'd. Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, | 0:56:14 | 0:56:17 | |
are stolen away and fled which puts upon them suspicion of the deed. | 0:56:17 | 0:56:21 | |
'Gainst nature still! | 0:56:21 | 0:56:23 | |
Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up thine own life's means! | 0:56:23 | 0:56:28 | |
Then 'tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. | 0:56:28 | 0:56:32 | |
He's already named, and gone to Scone to be invested. | 0:56:32 | 0:56:34 | |
-Where is Duncan's body? -Carried to Colmekill. -Will you to Scone? | 0:56:34 | 0:56:37 | |
No, Cousin, I'll home to Fife. | 0:56:37 | 0:56:39 | |
Well...I will thither. | 0:56:39 | 0:56:43 | |
Well, may you see things well done there. | 0:56:43 | 0:56:46 | |
Adieu. Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! | 0:56:46 | 0:56:50 | |
MARCHING FEET STOMP | 0:56:59 | 0:57:02 | |
Thou hast it now. | 0:57:10 | 0:57:13 | |
King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, as the weird women promised, | 0:57:13 | 0:57:19 | |
and I fear thou play'dst most foully for it. | 0:57:19 | 0:57:23 | |
Yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity, | 0:57:23 | 0:57:27 | |
but that myself should be the root and father of many kings. | 0:57:27 | 0:57:31 | |
If there come truth from them, | 0:57:33 | 0:57:36 | |
as upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine. | 0:57:36 | 0:57:40 | |
Why, by the verities on thee made good, | 0:57:40 | 0:57:43 | |
may they not be my oracles as well and set me up in hope? | 0:57:43 | 0:57:47 | |
-CLICK! -But hush! | 0:57:47 | 0:57:51 | |
ELECTRICITY CRACKLES | 0:57:53 | 0:57:57 | |
No more! | 0:57:57 | 0:58:00 | |
Here's our chief guest. | 0:58:08 | 0:58:10 | |
If he had been forgotten, it had been as a gap in our great feast, and all-thing unbecoming. | 0:58:10 | 0:58:17 | |
Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir, and I'll request your presence. | 0:58:17 | 0:58:22 | |
Let your highness command upon me. | 0:58:22 | 0:58:24 | |
Ride you, this afternoon? | 0:58:24 | 0:58:26 | |
Ay, my good lord. | 0:58:26 | 0:58:28 | |
We should have else desired your good advice at this day's council... | 0:58:28 | 0:58:32 | |
..but we'll take tomorrow. Is't far you ride? | 0:58:34 | 0:58:38 | |
As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper. | 0:58:38 | 0:58:41 | |
Go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night for a dark hour or twain. | 0:58:41 | 0:58:47 | |
Fail not our feast. | 0:58:47 | 0:58:49 | |
My lord, I will not. | 0:58:49 | 0:58:51 | |
We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed in England and in Ireland, | 0:58:53 | 0:58:59 | |
not confessing their cruel parricide, | 0:58:59 | 0:59:03 | |
filling their hearers with strange invention. | 0:59:03 | 0:59:06 | |
But of that...tomorrow. | 0:59:08 | 0:59:12 | |
Hie you to horse. Adieu... | 0:59:12 | 0:59:14 | |
..till you return at night. | 0:59:15 | 0:59:18 | |
-Goes Fleance with you? -Ay, my good lord. | 0:59:18 | 0:59:25 | |
Our time does call upon us. | 0:59:25 | 0:59:28 | |
I wish your horses swift and sure of foot, and so I do commend you to their backs. | 0:59:28 | 0:59:34 | |
Farewell. | 0:59:34 | 0:59:37 | |
Let every man be master of his time till seven at night. | 0:59:42 | 0:59:46 | |
To make society the sweeter welcome, | 0:59:46 | 0:59:50 | |
we will keep ourself till suppertime...alone. | 0:59:50 | 0:59:55 | |
While then, God be with you! | 0:59:59 | 1:00:03 | |
Attend those men our pleasure? | 1:00:09 | 1:00:11 | |
They are, my lord, without the palace gate. | 1:00:11 | 1:00:13 | |
Bring them before us. | 1:00:13 | 1:00:15 | |
To be thus is nothing. | 1:00:32 | 1:00:34 | |
But to be...safely thus... | 1:00:36 | 1:00:40 | |
-Our fears in Banquo stick deep. -SHOTGUN SNAPS SHUT | 1:00:42 | 1:00:46 | |
And in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared. | 1:00:48 | 1:00:54 | |
'Tis much he dares. | 1:00:54 | 1:00:56 | |
And to that dauntless temper of his mind, | 1:00:56 | 1:01:01 | |
he hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour to act with safety. | 1:01:01 | 1:01:06 | |
There is none but he whose being I do fear. | 1:01:06 | 1:01:11 | |
And under him, | 1:01:12 | 1:01:14 | |
my genius is rebuked. | 1:01:14 | 1:01:17 | |
That he chid the sisters when first they put the name of king on me, | 1:01:17 | 1:01:21 | |
and bade them speak to him. | 1:01:21 | 1:01:24 | |
Then, prophet-like, they hailed him father to a line of kings. | 1:01:24 | 1:01:32 | |
Upon my head they put a fruitless crown. | 1:01:33 | 1:01:37 | |
No...son of mine succeeding. | 1:01:37 | 1:01:43 | |
If it be so, | 1:01:45 | 1:01:48 | |
for Banquo's issue have I... | 1:01:48 | 1:01:51 | |
filed my mind. | 1:01:51 | 1:01:54 | |
For them, the gracious Duncan have I murdered, | 1:01:54 | 1:01:57 | |
put rancours in the vessel of my peace only for them, | 1:01:57 | 1:02:04 | |
and given mine eternal jewel to the common enemy of man | 1:02:04 | 1:02:08 | |
to make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! | 1:02:08 | 1:02:13 | |
Rather than so... | 1:02:13 | 1:02:15 | |
..come fate into the list | 1:02:16 | 1:02:21 | |
and champion me to the utterance! | 1:02:21 | 1:02:25 | |
Now go to the door and stay there till I call. | 1:02:41 | 1:02:45 | |
Was it not yesterday that we spoke together? | 1:02:49 | 1:02:52 | |
It was, so please your highness. | 1:02:52 | 1:02:55 | |
Well then... | 1:02:57 | 1:02:58 | |
..now...have you considered of my speeches? | 1:03:02 | 1:03:05 | |
Know that it was he in the times past | 1:03:05 | 1:03:10 | |
that held you so under fortune, | 1:03:10 | 1:03:14 | |
which you thought had been our innocent self. | 1:03:14 | 1:03:19 | |
This I made plain to you in our last conference, | 1:03:19 | 1:03:22 | |
passed in probation with you, | 1:03:22 | 1:03:23 | |
how you were borne in hand, how crossed the instruments, | 1:03:23 | 1:03:29 | |
who wrought with them, and all things else | 1:03:29 | 1:03:35 | |
which might, to half a soul | 1:03:35 | 1:03:37 | |
or to a notion crazed, say, "Thus did...Banquo." | 1:03:37 | 1:03:45 | |
You made it known to us. | 1:03:46 | 1:03:47 | |
I did so, and went further, which is now our point of second meeting. | 1:03:47 | 1:03:53 | |
Do you find your patience | 1:03:53 | 1:03:56 | |
so predominant in your nature that you can let this go? | 1:03:56 | 1:04:02 | |
Are you so gospelled as to pray for this good man | 1:04:03 | 1:04:10 | |
and for his issue, | 1:04:10 | 1:04:12 | |
whose heavy hand has weighed you to the grave and beggared yours forever? | 1:04:12 | 1:04:18 | |
We are men, my liege. | 1:04:18 | 1:04:20 | |
-HE LAUGHS -Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men, | 1:04:20 | 1:04:25 | |
as hounds and greyhounds... | 1:04:25 | 1:04:29 | |
..mongrels, spaniels, curs, shoughs, | 1:04:31 | 1:04:36 | |
water-rugs, | 1:04:36 | 1:04:39 | |
demi-wolves are called all by the name of dogs. | 1:04:39 | 1:04:44 | |
The valued file distinguishes the swift, the slow... | 1:04:46 | 1:04:51 | |
..the subtle, | 1:04:52 | 1:04:54 | |
the housekeeper... | 1:04:54 | 1:04:56 | |
..the hunter. | 1:04:59 | 1:05:02 | |
So with men. | 1:05:02 | 1:05:04 | |
Now, if you have a station in the file, | 1:05:04 | 1:05:08 | |
not in the worst rank of manhood, say it. | 1:05:08 | 1:05:13 | |
And I will put that business in your bosoms, whose execution takes your enemy off, | 1:05:13 | 1:05:19 | |
grapples you to the heart and love of us, who wear our health but sickly in his life, | 1:05:19 | 1:05:27 | |
which in his death... | 1:05:27 | 1:05:28 | |
..were perfect. | 1:05:30 | 1:05:33 | |
I am one, my liege, whom the vile blows and buffets of the world | 1:05:33 | 1:05:38 | |
have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world. | 1:05:38 | 1:05:42 | |
And I another, | 1:05:42 | 1:05:44 | |
so weary with disasters, tugged with fortune, | 1:05:44 | 1:05:48 | |
that I would set my life on any chance to mend it or be rid on. | 1:05:48 | 1:05:52 | |
Both of you know that Banquo was your enemy. | 1:05:52 | 1:05:56 | |
True, my lord. | 1:05:56 | 1:05:57 | |
So is he mine. | 1:05:57 | 1:06:00 | |
And though I could, with barefaced power, | 1:06:00 | 1:06:03 | |
sweep him from my sight | 1:06:03 | 1:06:07 | |
and bid my will avouch it, yet I must not. | 1:06:07 | 1:06:12 | |
For certain friends that are both his and mine, | 1:06:12 | 1:06:17 | |
whose loves I must not drop, | 1:06:17 | 1:06:20 | |
but wail his fall... | 1:06:20 | 1:06:23 | |
-HE LAUGHS -..who I myself struck down, | 1:06:23 | 1:06:27 | |
and thus it is, that I to your assistance do make love, | 1:06:27 | 1:06:34 | |
masking the business from the common eye | 1:06:34 | 1:06:38 | |
for sundry, weighty reasons. | 1:06:38 | 1:06:40 | |
-We shall, my lord, perform what you command us. -Though our lives... | 1:06:40 | 1:06:43 | |
Your spirits shine through you! | 1:06:43 | 1:06:45 | |
Within the hour at most, I will advise you where to place yourselves. | 1:06:45 | 1:06:49 | |
The moment on't, for't must be done tonight. | 1:06:49 | 1:06:52 | |
And something from the palace. | 1:06:54 | 1:06:56 | |
Always think... | 1:07:01 | 1:07:04 | |
that I require... | 1:07:04 | 1:07:07 | |
a clearness. | 1:07:07 | 1:07:11 | |
And with him, to leave no rubs or botches in the work, | 1:07:12 | 1:07:19 | |
Fleance, his son that keeps him company, | 1:07:19 | 1:07:23 | |
whose absence is no less material to us than his father's, | 1:07:23 | 1:07:28 | |
must embrace the fate of that dark hour. | 1:07:28 | 1:07:33 | |
So, resolve yourselves apart. | 1:07:35 | 1:07:39 | |
I'll come to you anon. | 1:07:39 | 1:07:41 | |
-We are resolved. -We are... -I'll be with you straight! | 1:07:41 | 1:07:45 | |
Banquo, thy soul's flight, | 1:07:48 | 1:07:51 | |
if it find heaven, | 1:07:51 | 1:07:54 | |
must find it out tonight. | 1:07:54 | 1:07:56 | |
STEAM ENGINE WHISTLE BLOWS | 1:07:56 | 1:07:58 | |
CHEERING | 1:08:07 | 1:08:09 | |
Is Banquo gone from court? | 1:08:14 | 1:08:17 | |
Ay, madam, | 1:08:17 | 1:08:19 | |
but returns again tonight. | 1:08:19 | 1:08:22 | |
Say to the king, I would attend his leisure, for a few words. | 1:08:22 | 1:08:27 | |
Madam, I will. | 1:08:27 | 1:08:29 | |
Nought's had... | 1:08:43 | 1:08:45 | |
..all's spent... | 1:08:46 | 1:08:48 | |
..where our desire is got without content. | 1:08:49 | 1:08:53 | |
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy | 1:08:55 | 1:08:57 | |
than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. FOOTSTEPS APPROACH | 1:08:57 | 1:09:02 | |
How now, my lord! | 1:09:04 | 1:09:05 | |
Why do you keep alone... | 1:09:19 | 1:09:20 | |
..of sorriest fancies your companions making, | 1:09:22 | 1:09:26 | |
using those thoughts which should indeed have died with them they think on? | 1:09:26 | 1:09:30 | |
Things without all remedy should be without regard. What's done is done. | 1:09:30 | 1:09:33 | |
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. | 1:09:33 | 1:09:36 | |
She'll close and be herself, | 1:09:36 | 1:09:39 | |
whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth. | 1:09:39 | 1:09:44 | |
But let the frame of things disjoint, | 1:09:44 | 1:09:49 | |
both the worlds suffer, ere we will eat our meal in fear | 1:09:49 | 1:09:55 | |
and sleep in the affliction of these terrible dreams | 1:09:55 | 1:10:00 | |
that shake us nightly. | 1:10:00 | 1:10:02 | |
Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, | 1:10:02 | 1:10:07 | |
than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy. | 1:10:07 | 1:10:14 | |
Duncan is in his grave. | 1:10:14 | 1:10:17 | |
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. | 1:10:17 | 1:10:23 | |
Nor steel, nor poison, | 1:10:23 | 1:10:25 | |
malice domestic, | 1:10:25 | 1:10:27 | |
foreign levy, nothing can stir him further. | 1:10:27 | 1:10:32 | |
Come on! | 1:10:32 | 1:10:35 | |
Gentle, my lord, | 1:10:35 | 1:10:38 | |
sleek o'er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight. | 1:10:38 | 1:10:43 | |
So shall I, love. | 1:10:43 | 1:10:46 | |
And so... | 1:10:48 | 1:10:49 | |
# I pray | 1:10:51 | 1:10:53 | |
# Be you. # | 1:10:53 | 1:10:58 | |
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo. | 1:10:58 | 1:11:01 | |
Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue. | 1:11:01 | 1:11:05 | |
Unsafe the while, that we must bathe our honours in these flattering streams, | 1:11:05 | 1:11:09 | |
and make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are. | 1:11:09 | 1:11:15 | |
You must leave this! | 1:11:15 | 1:11:18 | |
O, full of scorpions is my mind, | 1:11:18 | 1:11:22 | |
dear wife! | 1:11:22 | 1:11:24 | |
Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. | 1:11:26 | 1:11:31 | |
But in them nature's copy's not eterne. | 1:11:31 | 1:11:35 | |
There's comfort yet. They are assailable. | 1:11:35 | 1:11:39 | |
Then be thou jocund. | 1:11:39 | 1:11:42 | |
Ere the bat hath flown his cloister'd flight, | 1:11:42 | 1:11:46 | |
ere to black Hecate's summons the shard-borne beetle | 1:11:46 | 1:11:50 | |
with his drowsy hums hath rung night's yawning peal, | 1:11:50 | 1:11:55 | |
there will be done a deed of dreadful note. | 1:11:55 | 1:11:58 | |
-What's to be done? -Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, | 1:11:58 | 1:12:02 | |
till thou applaud the deed. | 1:12:02 | 1:12:04 | |
Come, seeling night, scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, | 1:12:04 | 1:12:11 | |
and with thy bloody and invisible hand | 1:12:11 | 1:12:13 | |
cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale! | 1:12:13 | 1:12:20 | |
Light thickens, | 1:12:25 | 1:12:31 | |
and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood. | 1:12:31 | 1:12:36 | |
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, | 1:12:36 | 1:12:40 | |
while night's black agents to their prey do rouse! | 1:12:40 | 1:12:47 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:12:47 | 1:12:49 | |
Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still. | 1:12:49 | 1:12:54 | |
Things bad begun | 1:12:58 | 1:13:02 | |
make strong themselves by ill. | 1:13:02 | 1:13:06 | |
So, prithee, go with me. | 1:13:07 | 1:13:11 | |
STEAM ENGINE WHISTLE BLOWS | 1:13:19 | 1:13:20 | |
But who did bid thee join with us? | 1:13:26 | 1:13:28 | |
-Macbeth. -He needs not our mistrust. | 1:13:29 | 1:13:32 | |
Then...stand with us. | 1:13:37 | 1:13:41 | |
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day, and near... | 1:13:42 | 1:13:46 | |
approaches the subject of our watch. | 1:13:46 | 1:13:50 | |
'Tis he. | 1:14:35 | 1:14:37 | |
Give us a light there. | 1:14:44 | 1:14:46 | |
A light, a light! | 1:14:46 | 1:14:49 | |
It will be rain tonight. | 1:14:49 | 1:14:51 | |
Let it come down. | 1:14:53 | 1:14:54 | |
-O, treachery! -KNIFE CLICKS OPEN | 1:14:58 | 1:15:01 | |
Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! | 1:15:01 | 1:15:05 | |
-Thou mayst revenge. -TRAIN WHEELS SQUEAL | 1:15:05 | 1:15:08 | |
-Who did strike out the light? -Wast not the way? -There's but one down. The son is fled. | 1:15:13 | 1:15:17 | |
We've lost best half of our affair. | 1:15:17 | 1:15:20 | |
GUNSHOTS | 1:15:20 | 1:15:21 | |
Well, let's away, and say how much is done. | 1:15:25 | 1:15:30 | |
DOGS BARK | 1:16:49 | 1:16:52 | |
GUNSHOTS | 1:17:50 | 1:17:51 | |
-You know your own degrees. -THEY LAUGH | 1:17:51 | 1:17:55 | |
HE LAUGHS EXCITEDLY | 1:17:58 | 1:18:00 | |
Ah! | 1:18:00 | 1:18:02 | |
Sit down. | 1:18:05 | 1:18:06 | |
THEY LAUGH | 1:18:06 | 1:18:10 | |
At first and last, the hearty welcome. | 1:18:10 | 1:18:13 | |
Thanks to your majesty. | 1:18:13 | 1:18:14 | |
Ourself will mingle with society, and play the humble host. | 1:18:14 | 1:18:20 | |
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time we will require her welcome. | 1:18:22 | 1:18:29 | |
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends, for my heart speaks they are welcome. | 1:18:29 | 1:18:33 | |
See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. | 1:18:33 | 1:18:38 | |
Both sides are even. Here, I'll sit in the midst. | 1:18:40 | 1:18:44 | |
LIGHTER SPARKS | 1:18:44 | 1:18:46 | |
-Be large in mirth. -HE LAUGHS | 1:18:58 | 1:19:01 | |
There's blood on thy face. | 1:19:07 | 1:19:09 | |
'Tis Banquo's, then. | 1:19:09 | 1:19:12 | |
'Tis better thee without than he within. | 1:19:12 | 1:19:17 | |
Is he dispatched? | 1:19:17 | 1:19:19 | |
My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him. | 1:19:19 | 1:19:24 | |
Thou art the best of the cut-throats. | 1:19:24 | 1:19:27 | |
But he were good that did the like for Fleance. | 1:19:29 | 1:19:33 | |
Most royal sir... | 1:19:33 | 1:19:37 | |
Fleance is 'scaped. | 1:19:37 | 1:19:40 | |
Then comes my fit again. | 1:19:42 | 1:19:45 | |
I had else been perfect, | 1:19:45 | 1:19:47 | |
whole as the marble, founded as the rock, | 1:19:47 | 1:19:51 | |
as broad and general as the casing air. | 1:19:51 | 1:19:54 | |
But now I'm cabin'd, | 1:19:54 | 1:19:56 | |
cribb'd, confined, bound in to saucy doubts and fears. | 1:19:56 | 1:20:02 | |
But Banquo's safe? | 1:20:02 | 1:20:04 | |
Ay, my good lord. | 1:20:04 | 1:20:05 | |
Safe in a ditch he bides, with 20 trenched gashes on his head. | 1:20:05 | 1:20:10 | |
Thanks for that. | 1:20:10 | 1:20:12 | |
There the grown serpent lies, the worm that's fled has nature | 1:20:12 | 1:20:15 | |
that in time will venom breed, no teeth for the present. Get thee gone. | 1:20:15 | 1:20:20 | |
We'll hear ourselves again tomorrow. | 1:20:20 | 1:20:22 | |
My royal lord, | 1:20:22 | 1:20:24 | |
you do not give the cheer. | 1:20:24 | 1:20:26 | |
Sweet remembrancer! | 1:20:26 | 1:20:29 | |
-Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both! -May it please your highness, sit. | 1:20:29 | 1:20:36 | |
Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, were the graced person of our Banquo present. | 1:20:36 | 1:20:43 | |
His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise. | 1:20:43 | 1:20:47 | |
Would it please your highness to grace us with your royal company? | 1:20:47 | 1:20:51 | |
The table's full. | 1:20:51 | 1:20:54 | |
Here's a place reserved, sir. | 1:20:54 | 1:20:55 | |
-Where? -My good lord, here. | 1:20:55 | 1:20:59 | |
GLASS SHATTERS | 1:21:43 | 1:21:47 | |
Which of you have done this? Thou canst not say I did it. | 1:22:13 | 1:22:16 | |
Never shake thy gory locks at me! | 1:22:16 | 1:22:20 | |
-Gentlemen, rise. His highness is not well. -Sit, worthy friends. | 1:22:20 | 1:22:24 | |
My lord is often thus, and hath been from his youth. | 1:22:24 | 1:22:29 | |
Pray you, keep seat. The fit is momentary. Upon a thought he will again be well. | 1:22:29 | 1:22:33 | |
If much you note him, you will offend him and extend his passion. Feed, and regard him not. | 1:22:33 | 1:22:39 | |
-Are you a man? -Aye, and a bold one, that dare look on that that might appal the devil. | 1:22:39 | 1:22:44 | |
O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear. | 1:22:44 | 1:22:46 | |
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, led you to Duncan. | 1:22:46 | 1:22:49 | |
O, these flaws and starts, impostors to true fear, would well become a woman's story | 1:22:49 | 1:22:53 | |
at a winter's fire. Authorised by her grandam. | 1:22:53 | 1:22:55 | |
Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? | 1:22:55 | 1:22:58 | |
When all's done, you look but on the air. | 1:22:58 | 1:23:00 | |
Prithee, see there! | 1:23:00 | 1:23:03 | |
Behold! Look! Lo! | 1:23:03 | 1:23:06 | |
How say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. | 1:23:10 | 1:23:14 | |
If charnel-houses and our graves must send those we bury back, | 1:23:15 | 1:23:20 | |
why then our monuments will be the maws of kites? | 1:23:20 | 1:23:24 | |
Are you quite unmann'd in folly? | 1:23:27 | 1:23:31 | |
If I stand here, I saw him. | 1:23:31 | 1:23:33 | |
-Fie, for shame! -Blood hath been shed in the olden times, | 1:23:33 | 1:23:37 | |
aye, and since too, | 1:23:37 | 1:23:38 | |
murders have been perform'd too terrible for the ear. | 1:23:38 | 1:23:43 | |
The times have been, that, when the brains were out, the man would die, and there an end. | 1:23:43 | 1:23:48 | |
But now they rise again, with 20 mortal murders on their crowns. | 1:23:48 | 1:23:54 | |
And push us from our stools. | 1:23:54 | 1:23:56 | |
This is more strange than such a murder is. | 1:23:56 | 1:23:58 | |
My royal lord, your noble friends do lack you. | 1:23:58 | 1:24:06 | |
I do forget. | 1:24:06 | 1:24:07 | |
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends, | 1:24:09 | 1:24:14 | |
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing | 1:24:14 | 1:24:19 | |
to those that know me! | 1:24:19 | 1:24:22 | |
Now, love and health to all. Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine. | 1:24:22 | 1:24:29 | |
Fill full. | 1:24:29 | 1:24:30 | |
I drink | 1:24:32 | 1:24:34 | |
to the general joy of the whole table, | 1:24:34 | 1:24:37 | |
and to our dear friend | 1:24:39 | 1:24:42 | |
Banquo, whom we miss, | 1:24:42 | 1:24:46 | |
would he were here! | 1:24:46 | 1:24:48 | |
To all, and him, we thirst. | 1:24:48 | 1:24:52 | |
# And all to all. | 1:24:52 | 1:24:53 | |
# Our duties, and our pledge. | 1:24:53 | 1:25:00 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 1:25:00 | 1:25:05 | |
MUSIC STOPS SUDDENLY | 1:25:13 | 1:25:15 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 1:25:24 | 1:25:27 | |
MUSIC STOPS SUDDENLY | 1:25:40 | 1:25:41 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 1:25:45 | 1:25:48 | |
Avaunt! And quit my sight! | 1:26:07 | 1:26:13 | |
Let the earth hide thee! | 1:26:13 | 1:26:16 | |
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold. | 1:26:16 | 1:26:19 | |
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes which thou dost glare with! | 1:26:19 | 1:26:26 | |
Think of this, good peers, but as a thing of custom. It is no other. | 1:26:26 | 1:26:30 | |
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. | 1:26:30 | 1:26:33 | |
What man dare, I dare. | 1:26:33 | 1:26:36 | |
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, the arm'd rhinoceros. | 1:26:36 | 1:26:41 | |
The Hyrcan tiger. | 1:26:41 | 1:26:44 | |
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves will never tremble | 1:26:44 | 1:26:51 | |
Or be alive again. | 1:26:51 | 1:26:58 | |
And dare me to the desert with thy sword. | 1:26:58 | 1:27:02 | |
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me the baby of a girl. | 1:27:02 | 1:27:07 | |
Hence, horrible shadow! | 1:27:07 | 1:27:14 | |
Unreal mockery, hence! | 1:27:14 | 1:27:19 | |
Being gone, I'm a man again. | 1:27:27 | 1:27:30 | |
Pray you, sit still. | 1:27:30 | 1:27:33 | |
You have displaced the mirth, | 1:27:33 | 1:27:37 | |
broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder. | 1:27:37 | 1:27:42 | |
Can such things be, | 1:27:45 | 1:27:49 | |
and overcome us like a summer's cloud, | 1:27:49 | 1:27:53 | |
without our special wonder? | 1:27:53 | 1:27:57 | |
You make me strange | 1:27:57 | 1:28:01 | |
even to the disposition that I owe, when I do think YOU can behold such sights, | 1:28:01 | 1:28:07 | |
and keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, while mine is blanched with fear. | 1:28:07 | 1:28:14 | |
What sights, my lord? | 1:28:14 | 1:28:16 | |
I pray you, speak not. He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him. | 1:28:16 | 1:28:20 | |
At once, good night. | 1:28:22 | 1:28:24 | |
Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once. | 1:28:24 | 1:28:28 | |
Good night. And better health attend his majesty! | 1:28:28 | 1:28:31 | |
Yes. | 1:28:31 | 1:28:33 | |
It will have blood. | 1:28:45 | 1:28:47 | |
They say, blood will have blood. | 1:28:47 | 1:28:52 | |
Stones have been known to move | 1:28:52 | 1:28:55 | |
and trees to speak. | 1:28:55 | 1:28:58 | |
Augurs and understood relations have by magot-pies and choughs | 1:28:58 | 1:29:05 | |
and rooks | 1:29:05 | 1:29:08 | |
brought forth the secretest man of blood. | 1:29:08 | 1:29:12 | |
What's the night? | 1:29:14 | 1:29:16 | |
Almost at odds with morning, | 1:29:17 | 1:29:20 | |
which is which? | 1:29:21 | 1:29:24 | |
How say you, | 1:29:24 | 1:29:26 | |
Macduff denies his person at our great bidding? | 1:29:26 | 1:29:32 | |
Did you send to him, sir? | 1:29:32 | 1:29:34 | |
I hear it by the way but I will send. | 1:29:34 | 1:29:36 | |
There's not a one of them but in his house I keep a servant fee'd. | 1:29:36 | 1:29:41 | |
I will tomorrow, | 1:29:45 | 1:29:48 | |
and betimes I will, to the weird sisters. | 1:29:48 | 1:29:50 | |
More shall they speak. For now I am bent to know, by the worst means, the worst. | 1:29:50 | 1:29:57 | |
For mine own good, all causes shall give way. | 1:29:57 | 1:30:01 | |
I am in blood stepp'd in so far that, | 1:30:03 | 1:30:08 | |
should I wade no more, | 1:30:08 | 1:30:11 | |
returning were as tedious as go o'er. | 1:30:11 | 1:30:14 | |
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand. | 1:30:16 | 1:30:20 | |
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd. | 1:30:20 | 1:30:24 | |
You lack the season of all natures. | 1:30:24 | 1:30:28 | |
SLEEP! | 1:30:30 | 1:30:33 | |
Come, we'll to sleep. | 1:30:35 | 1:30:39 | |
My strange and self-abuse is the initiate fear | 1:30:41 | 1:30:47 | |
that wants hard use. | 1:30:47 | 1:30:50 | |
We are yet but young in deed. | 1:30:53 | 1:30:57 | |
My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, which can interpret further. | 1:31:09 | 1:31:13 | |
Only, I say, things have been strangely borne. | 1:31:13 | 1:31:16 | |
Who cannot want the thought how monstrous it was for Malcolm and for Donalbain | 1:31:16 | 1:31:21 | |
to kill their gracious father? Damned fact! | 1:31:21 | 1:31:25 | |
How it did grieve Macbeth! | 1:31:25 | 1:31:27 | |
Did he not straight in pious rage the two delinquents | 1:31:27 | 1:31:31 | |
tear, that were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? | 1:31:31 | 1:31:34 | |
Was not that nobly done? | 1:31:34 | 1:31:37 | |
Ay, and wisely too. For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive to hear the men deny't. | 1:31:37 | 1:31:42 | |
And so I say, he has borne all things well. | 1:31:42 | 1:31:45 | |
And I do think, had he Duncan's sons under his key. As, an't please heaven, he shall not... | 1:31:47 | 1:31:53 | |
They should find what 'twere to kill a father, so should Fleance. | 1:31:53 | 1:31:57 | |
For from broad words and cos he fail'd his | 1:32:00 | 1:32:02 | |
presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Macduff lives in disgrace. | 1:32:02 | 1:32:06 | |
Sir, can you tell where he bestows himself? | 1:32:06 | 1:32:09 | |
The son of Duncan, | 1:32:12 | 1:32:14 | |
from whom this tyrant holds the due of birth... | 1:32:14 | 1:32:20 | |
HE WEEPS | 1:32:20 | 1:32:22 | |
Lives in the English court. | 1:32:27 | 1:32:29 | |
Thither Macduff is gone! | 1:32:32 | 1:32:34 | |
Round about the cauldron go. | 1:32:46 | 1:32:47 | |
In the poison'd entrails throw. | 1:32:47 | 1:32:49 | |
Toad, that under cold stone. | 1:32:49 | 1:32:50 | |
Days and nights has 31. | 1:32:50 | 1:32:51 | |
Swelter'd venom sleeping got. | 1:32:51 | 1:32:52 | |
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot! | 1:32:52 | 1:32:54 | |
Double, double, toil and trouble. | 1:32:54 | 1:32:58 | |
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. | 1:32:58 | 1:33:04 | |
Fillet of a fenny snake, in the cauldron boil and bake. | 1:33:04 | 1:33:07 | |
Eye of newt, and toe of frog. | 1:33:07 | 1:33:08 | |
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog. | 1:33:08 | 1:33:10 | |
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting. | 1:33:10 | 1:33:11 | |
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing. | 1:33:11 | 1:33:12 | |
For a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth boil and bubble. | 1:33:12 | 1:33:14 | |
Double, double. Toil and trouble. | 1:33:14 | 1:33:19 | |
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. | 1:33:19 | 1:33:25 | |
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf. | 1:33:25 | 1:33:26 | |
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf | 1:33:26 | 1:33:28 | |
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark. | 1:33:28 | 1:33:29 | |
Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark. | 1:33:29 | 1:33:30 | |
Liver of blaspheming Jew. | 1:33:30 | 1:33:31 | |
Gall of goat, and slips of yew. | 1:33:31 | 1:33:33 | |
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse. | 1:33:33 | 1:33:34 | |
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips. | 1:33:34 | 1:33:35 | |
Finger of birth-strangled babe. | 1:33:35 | 1:33:39 | |
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab. Make the gruel thick and slab. | 1:33:39 | 1:33:42 | |
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron. For the ingredients of our cauldron. | 1:33:42 | 1:33:45 | |
Double, double, double, double, double, toil and trouble. | 1:33:45 | 1:33:49 | |
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. | 1:33:49 | 1:33:56 | |
Cool it with a baboon's blood. | 1:33:56 | 1:33:59 | |
Then the charm is firm and good. | 1:33:59 | 1:34:02 | |
By the pricking of my thumbs. | 1:34:02 | 1:34:05 | |
Something wicked this way comes. | 1:34:05 | 1:34:10 | |
Open locks. Whoever knocks! | 1:34:10 | 1:34:14 | |
How now, | 1:34:22 | 1:34:24 | |
you secret, black, and midnight hags! | 1:34:24 | 1:34:31 | |
What is't you do? | 1:34:38 | 1:34:40 | |
A deed without a name. | 1:34:40 | 1:34:43 | |
I conjure you, by that which you profess, | 1:34:43 | 1:34:48 | |
Howe'er you come to know it, answer me. | 1:34:48 | 1:34:51 | |
Though you untie the winds and let them fight against the churches. | 1:34:51 | 1:34:56 | |
Though the yesty waves confound and swallow navigation up. | 1:34:56 | 1:35:01 | |
Though palaces and pyramids stoop their heads to their foundations, answer me to what I ask. | 1:35:01 | 1:35:08 | |
Speak. | 1:35:08 | 1:35:10 | |
-Demand. -We'll answer. | 1:35:10 | 1:35:13 | |
Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, or from our MASTERS? | 1:35:13 | 1:35:18 | |
Call 'em, | 1:35:21 | 1:35:24 | |
let me see 'em. | 1:35:24 | 1:35:26 | |
Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten her nine farrow. | 1:35:26 | 1:35:33 | |
Grease that's sweaten from the murderer's gibbet, throw into the brain. | 1:35:33 | 1:35:38 | |
Come, high or low. | 1:35:38 | 1:35:40 | |
Thyself and office deftly show! | 1:35:40 | 1:35:43 | |
Tell me, thou unknown power... | 1:35:45 | 1:35:47 | |
He knows thy thought. | 1:35:47 | 1:35:50 | |
Hear his speech, but say thou nought. | 1:35:50 | 1:35:52 | |
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! | 1:35:52 | 1:35:57 | |
Beware Macduff. Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough! | 1:35:57 | 1:36:05 | |
Whate'er thou art, for this good counsel, thanks. Thou hast harp'd my fear aright but one word more... | 1:36:08 | 1:36:13 | |
He will not be commanded. | 1:36:13 | 1:36:16 | |
Here's another, more potent than the first. | 1:36:16 | 1:36:19 | |
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! | 1:36:19 | 1:36:23 | |
Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. | 1:36:23 | 1:36:26 | |
Be bloody, bold, and resolute, laugh to scorn the power of man, | 1:36:26 | 1:36:33 | |
for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth! | 1:36:33 | 1:36:38 | |
Then live, Macduff. | 1:36:38 | 1:36:40 | |
What need I fear of thee? | 1:36:40 | 1:36:43 | |
And yet to make assurance double sure, I'll take a bond of fate. | 1:36:43 | 1:36:47 | |
Thou shalt not live. | 1:36:47 | 1:36:49 | |
What's this? | 1:36:49 | 1:36:51 | |
Listen, but speak not to't. | 1:36:52 | 1:36:54 | |
Be lion-mettled, proud. | 1:36:54 | 1:36:59 | |
And take no care who chafes, | 1:36:59 | 1:37:02 | |
who frets, or where conspirers are. | 1:37:02 | 1:37:05 | |
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be | 1:37:05 | 1:37:09 | |
until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him. | 1:37:09 | 1:37:16 | |
That can never be! | 1:37:16 | 1:37:18 | |
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree unfix his earth-bound root? | 1:37:18 | 1:37:25 | |
Sweet bodements! | 1:37:25 | 1:37:26 | |
Good! Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood of Birnam rise, | 1:37:26 | 1:37:34 | |
and our high-placed Macbeth shall live the lease of nature. | 1:37:34 | 1:37:41 | |
And yet my heart throbs to know one thing more. | 1:37:41 | 1:37:46 | |
Shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom? | 1:37:47 | 1:37:51 | |
Seek to know no more. | 1:37:51 | 1:37:55 | |
I will be satisfied. | 1:37:55 | 1:37:58 | |
Deny me, and an eternal curse light on you! Let me know! | 1:37:58 | 1:38:04 | |
-Show! -Show! | 1:38:04 | 1:38:05 | |
Show! | 1:38:05 | 1:38:07 | |
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart. Come like shadows, so depart! | 1:38:07 | 1:38:12 | |
Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down! | 1:38:17 | 1:38:22 | |
Thy crown does sear my eyeballs. | 1:38:22 | 1:38:26 | |
And thy hair, thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. | 1:38:28 | 1:38:34 | |
A third is like the former. | 1:38:34 | 1:38:37 | |
Filthy hags! Why do you show me this? | 1:38:37 | 1:38:41 | |
A fourth! Start, eyes! | 1:38:41 | 1:38:44 | |
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? | 1:38:47 | 1:38:53 | |
Another yet! | 1:38:53 | 1:38:55 | |
A seventh! I'll see no more. | 1:38:55 | 1:39:01 | |
And yet an eighth appears, | 1:39:01 | 1:39:06 | |
who bears a glass which shows me many more. | 1:39:06 | 1:39:11 | |
And now I see 'tis true. | 1:39:13 | 1:39:17 | |
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me. And points at them for his. | 1:39:21 | 1:39:27 | |
What, is this so? | 1:39:28 | 1:39:30 | |
VOICES: Ay, sir, all this is so. | 1:39:30 | 1:39:35 | |
Where are they? | 1:39:35 | 1:39:36 | |
Gone? | 1:39:38 | 1:39:39 | |
-Come in, without there! -What's your grace's will? | 1:39:44 | 1:39:47 | |
Saw you the weird sisters? | 1:39:47 | 1:39:49 | |
-No, my lord. -Came they not by you? | 1:39:49 | 1:39:51 | |
No, indeed, my lord. | 1:39:51 | 1:39:53 | |
Infected be the air whereon they ride. | 1:39:55 | 1:39:59 | |
I did hear the galloping of horse. | 1:39:59 | 1:40:01 | |
-Who was't came by? -Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word Macduff is fled to England. | 1:40:01 | 1:40:06 | |
Fled to England! | 1:40:06 | 1:40:07 | |
Ay, my good lord. | 1:40:07 | 1:40:10 | |
Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits. | 1:40:14 | 1:40:19 | |
From this moment, | 1:40:19 | 1:40:21 | |
the very firstlings of my heart shall be the firstlings of my hand. | 1:40:21 | 1:40:28 | |
And even now, to crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done. | 1:40:28 | 1:40:36 | |
The castle of Macduff I will surprise. Seize upon Fife. | 1:40:36 | 1:40:40 | |
Give to the edge o' the blade his wife, his babes, | 1:40:40 | 1:40:46 | |
and all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line. | 1:40:46 | 1:40:51 | |
No boasting like a fool. | 1:40:51 | 1:40:54 | |
This deed I'll do before this purpose cool. | 1:40:54 | 1:40:58 | |
But no more sights! | 1:41:00 | 1:41:02 | |
What had he done, to make him fly the land? | 1:41:35 | 1:41:36 | |
You must have patience, madam. | 1:41:36 | 1:41:38 | |
He had none. | 1:41:38 | 1:41:41 | |
His flight was madness. | 1:41:41 | 1:41:43 | |
When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors. | 1:41:43 | 1:41:46 | |
-You know not whether it was his wisdom or his fear. -Wisdom! | 1:41:46 | 1:41:50 | |
To leave his wife, to leave his babes, | 1:41:50 | 1:41:52 | |
his mansion and his titles in a place from whence himself does fly? | 1:41:52 | 1:41:55 | |
He loves us not. He wants the natural touch. | 1:41:55 | 1:41:59 | |
The poor wren. The most diminutive of birds, will fight. Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. | 1:41:59 | 1:42:05 | |
All is the fear and nothing is the love; | 1:42:05 | 1:42:09 | |
As little is the wisdom, where the flight so runs against all reason. | 1:42:09 | 1:42:12 | |
My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself. | 1:42:12 | 1:42:16 | |
But for your husband, he is wise, | 1:42:16 | 1:42:21 | |
noble, judicious. | 1:42:21 | 1:42:23 | |
I dare not speak much further. | 1:42:25 | 1:42:28 | |
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors. | 1:42:28 | 1:42:34 | |
And do not know ourselves, | 1:42:34 | 1:42:36 | |
when we hold rumour from what we fear, | 1:42:36 | 1:42:39 | |
yet know not what we fear, but float upon a wild and violent sea. | 1:42:39 | 1:42:46 | |
I take my leave of you. | 1:42:49 | 1:42:51 | |
Shall not be long but I'll be here again. | 1:42:51 | 1:42:54 | |
Things at the worst will cease, | 1:42:54 | 1:42:57 | |
or else climb upward to where they were before. | 1:42:57 | 1:43:01 | |
My pretty cousins, my blessings on you. | 1:43:01 | 1:43:05 | |
Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. | 1:43:05 | 1:43:08 | |
I am so much a fool, | 1:43:08 | 1:43:10 | |
should I stay longer, it would be my disgrace and your discomfort. | 1:43:10 | 1:43:14 | |
I take my leave at once. | 1:43:14 | 1:43:17 | |
Sirrah, your father's dead. | 1:43:28 | 1:43:34 | |
And what will you do now? | 1:43:34 | 1:43:37 | |
-How will you live? -As birds do, mother. | 1:43:37 | 1:43:39 | |
What, with worms and flies? | 1:43:39 | 1:43:43 | |
With what I get, I mean. | 1:43:43 | 1:43:44 | |
My father is not dead, for all your saying. | 1:43:51 | 1:43:53 | |
Yes, he is dead, | 1:43:53 | 1:43:56 | |
how wilt thou do for a father? | 1:43:57 | 1:44:00 | |
Nay, what will you do for a husband? | 1:44:00 | 1:44:04 | |
Why, I can buy me 20 at any market. | 1:44:04 | 1:44:06 | |
Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. | 1:44:06 | 1:44:08 | |
Thou speak'st with all thy wit. | 1:44:08 | 1:44:10 | |
And yet, i' faith, with wit enough for thee. | 1:44:12 | 1:44:16 | |
Was my father a traitor, mother? | 1:44:16 | 1:44:19 | |
-Ay, that he was. -What is a traitor? | 1:44:21 | 1:44:25 | |
Why, one that swears and lies. | 1:44:25 | 1:44:27 | |
And may all be traitors that do so? | 1:44:27 | 1:44:30 | |
Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged. | 1:44:30 | 1:44:34 | |
And must they all be hanged who swear and lie? | 1:44:34 | 1:44:37 | |
Every one. | 1:44:37 | 1:44:40 | |
Who must hang them? | 1:44:40 | 1:44:43 | |
Why, the honest men. | 1:44:43 | 1:44:45 | |
Now, God help thee, poor monkey! | 1:44:47 | 1:44:51 | |
But how wilt thou do for a father? | 1:44:51 | 1:44:54 | |
If he were dead, you'd weep for him. | 1:44:54 | 1:44:57 | |
Poor prattler, how thou talk'st! | 1:44:59 | 1:45:03 | |
Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known. | 1:45:03 | 1:45:06 | |
I do fear some danger does approach you nearly. | 1:45:06 | 1:45:09 | |
If you will take a homely man's advice, be not found here. | 1:45:09 | 1:45:13 | |
Hence, with your little ones. | 1:45:13 | 1:45:15 | |
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage. | 1:45:15 | 1:45:17 | |
To do worse to you were fell cruelty, which is too nigh your person. | 1:45:17 | 1:45:21 | |
CAR ENGINE | 1:45:21 | 1:45:23 | |
Heaven preserve thee! | 1:45:23 | 1:45:25 | |
I dare abide no longer. | 1:45:27 | 1:45:28 | |
Whither should I fly? | 1:45:28 | 1:45:30 | |
-I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world,. -DOGS BARK | 1:45:30 | 1:45:37 | |
Where to do harm is often laudable, to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly. | 1:45:37 | 1:45:42 | |
Why then, alas, do I put up that womanly defence, to say I have done no harm? | 1:45:42 | 1:45:48 | |
What are these faces? | 1:45:48 | 1:45:50 | |
INAUDIBLE | 1:47:30 | 1:47:32 | |
Let us seek out some desolate shade, | 1:47:35 | 1:47:39 | |
and there weep our sad bosoms empty. | 1:47:39 | 1:47:42 | |
Let us rather hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men bestride our down-fall'n birthdom. | 1:47:42 | 1:47:48 | |
Each new morn, new widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows strike heaven on the face... | 1:47:48 | 1:47:55 | |
What I believe, I'll wail, what know, believe, and what I can redress, | 1:47:55 | 1:48:00 | |
as I shall find the time to, friend, I will. | 1:48:00 | 1:48:04 | |
What you have spoke, it may be so perchance. | 1:48:07 | 1:48:11 | |
This tyrant, | 1:48:11 | 1:48:13 | |
whose sole name blisters our tongues, was once thought honest. | 1:48:13 | 1:48:17 | |
You have loved him well. He hath not touch'd you...yet. | 1:48:17 | 1:48:23 | |
I am young | 1:48:23 | 1:48:25 | |
but something you may deserve of him through me. | 1:48:25 | 1:48:30 | |
-I am not treacherous. -But Macbeth is. | 1:48:30 | 1:48:32 | |
A good and virtuous nature may recoil in an imperial charge. | 1:48:32 | 1:48:35 | |
But I shall crave your pardon. | 1:48:35 | 1:48:38 | |
That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose. | 1:48:38 | 1:48:43 | |
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. | 1:48:43 | 1:48:45 | |
I have lost my hopes. | 1:48:45 | 1:48:48 | |
Perchance even there where I did find my doubts. Why in this rawness left you wife and child, | 1:48:48 | 1:48:53 | |
those precious motives, those strong knots of love, without leave-taking? | 1:48:53 | 1:48:59 | |
Bleed, bleed, poor country! | 1:48:59 | 1:49:03 | |
Fare thee well, lord. | 1:49:03 | 1:49:04 | |
I would not be the villain that thou think'st for the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp. | 1:49:04 | 1:49:08 | |
Be not offended. | 1:49:08 | 1:49:10 | |
I speak not as in absolute fear of you. | 1:49:12 | 1:49:15 | |
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke. | 1:49:20 | 1:49:23 | |
It weeps, | 1:49:23 | 1:49:24 | |
it bleeds, and each new day a gash is added to her wounds. | 1:49:24 | 1:49:27 | |
I think withal there would be hands uplifted in my right. | 1:49:27 | 1:49:30 | |
And here from gracious England have I offer of goodly thousands. | 1:49:30 | 1:49:33 | |
But, for all this, when I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, or wear it on my sword, | 1:49:33 | 1:49:37 | |
then my poor country shall have more vices than it had before, | 1:49:37 | 1:49:41 | |
more suffer and more sundry ways than ever, by him that shall succeed. | 1:49:41 | 1:49:45 | |
What should he be? | 1:49:45 | 1:49:47 | |
It is myself, I mean, | 1:49:47 | 1:49:52 | |
in whom I know | 1:49:52 | 1:49:54 | |
all the particulars of vice so grafted that, | 1:49:55 | 1:49:59 | |
when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth shall seem as pure as snow. | 1:49:59 | 1:50:04 | |
Not in the legions of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd in evils to top Macbeth. | 1:50:04 | 1:50:10 | |
I grant him bloody, | 1:50:10 | 1:50:12 | |
luxurious, | 1:50:12 | 1:50:14 | |
avaricious, false, deceitful, sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin that has a name. | 1:50:14 | 1:50:20 | |
But there's no bottom, none, to my voluptuousness. | 1:50:20 | 1:50:25 | |
Your wives, | 1:50:29 | 1:50:31 | |
your daughters, your matrons and your maids, | 1:50:31 | 1:50:35 | |
could not fill up the cistern of my lust. | 1:50:35 | 1:50:37 | |
Better Macbeth than such a one to reign. | 1:50:38 | 1:50:40 | |
But fear not yet to take upon you what is yours. | 1:50:40 | 1:50:44 | |
You may convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, | 1:50:46 | 1:50:51 | |
and yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink. | 1:50:51 | 1:50:55 | |
We have willing dames enough. | 1:50:55 | 1:50:57 | |
With this there grows in my most ill-composed affection such a stanchless avarice that, were I king, | 1:50:57 | 1:51:03 | |
I should cut off the nobles for their lands, | 1:51:05 | 1:51:08 | |
desire his jewels and this other's house. | 1:51:08 | 1:51:13 | |
And my more-having would be as a sauce | 1:51:13 | 1:51:17 | |
to make me hunger more, that I should forge quarrels unjust | 1:51:17 | 1:51:21 | |
against the good and loyal, destroying them for wealth. | 1:51:21 | 1:51:25 | |
This avarice sticks deeper. | 1:51:28 | 1:51:31 | |
Yet do not fear. | 3:00:00 | 3:00:02 | |
Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will. | 3:00:02 | 3:00:04 | |
Of your mere own - all these are portable, | 3:00:04 | 3:00:06 | |
with other graces weigh'd. | 3:00:06 | 3:00:08 | |
But I have none: the king-becoming graces, | 3:00:08 | 3:00:12 | |
as justice, verity, temperance, stableness, | 3:00:12 | 3:00:16 | |
bounty, perseverance, mercy... | 3:00:16 | 3:00:19 | |
..mercy... | 3:00:21 | 3:00:23 | |
..lowliness... | 3:00:26 | 3:00:27 | |
..devotion... | 3:00:29 | 3:00:32 | |
patience... | 3:00:32 | 3:00:34 | |
..courage... | 3:00:35 | 3:00:36 | |
..fortitude... | 3:00:39 | 3:00:41 | |
I have no relish of them. | 3:00:43 | 3:00:47 | |
Nay, had I power, I should | 3:00:47 | 3:00:50 | |
pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, | 3:00:50 | 3:00:53 | |
uproar the universal peace, confound all unity on earth. | 3:00:53 | 3:00:58 | |
O Scotland, Scotland! | 3:00:58 | 3:00:59 | |
If such a one be fit to govern, speak. | 3:00:59 | 3:01:01 | |
I am as I have spoken. | 3:01:01 | 3:01:02 | |
Fit to govern! | 3:01:02 | 3:01:04 | |
No, not to live. O nation miserable, | 3:01:04 | 3:01:09 | |
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, | 3:01:09 | 3:01:11 | |
since that the truest issue of thy throne | 3:01:11 | 3:01:13 | |
by his own interdiction stands accursed, | 3:01:13 | 3:01:15 | |
and does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father | 3:01:15 | 3:01:19 | |
was a most sainted king. The queen that bore thee, | 3:01:19 | 3:01:22 | |
oftener upon her knees than on her feet. | 3:01:22 | 3:01:25 | |
Fare thee well! | 3:01:25 | 3:01:26 | |
O my breast, | 3:01:26 | 3:01:28 | |
thy hope ends here! | 3:01:28 | 3:01:30 | |
Macduff, this noble passion, | 3:01:32 | 3:01:34 | |
child of integrity, hath from my soul | 3:01:34 | 3:01:37 | |
wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts | 3:01:37 | 3:01:39 | |
to thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth | 3:01:39 | 3:01:42 | |
by many of these trains hath sought to win me | 3:01:42 | 3:01:44 | |
into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me | 3:01:44 | 3:01:47 | |
from over-credulous haste, but God above | 3:01:47 | 3:01:50 | |
deal between me and thee! For even now | 3:01:50 | 3:01:52 | |
I put myself to thy direction, and | 3:01:52 | 3:01:55 | |
unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure | 3:01:55 | 3:01:58 | |
the taints and blames I laid upon myself, | 3:01:58 | 3:02:00 | |
for strangers to my nature. I am yet... | 3:02:00 | 3:02:03 | |
..unknown to woman, never was forsworn, | 3:02:05 | 3:02:10 | |
scarcely have coveted what was mine own, | 3:02:10 | 3:02:13 | |
at no time broke my faith, would not betray | 3:02:13 | 3:02:17 | |
the devil to his fellow and delight | 3:02:17 | 3:02:18 | |
no less in truth than life. My first false speaking | 3:02:18 | 3:02:23 | |
was this upon myself. What I am truly | 3:02:23 | 3:02:25 | |
is thine and my poor country's to command. | 3:02:25 | 3:02:29 | |
Whither indeed, before thy here-approach, | 3:02:29 | 3:02:32 | |
old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, | 3:02:32 | 3:02:35 | |
already at a point, was setting forth. | 3:02:35 | 3:02:37 | |
Now we'll together, and the chance of goodness | 3:02:37 | 3:02:39 | |
be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent? | 3:02:39 | 3:02:42 | |
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once | 3:02:42 | 3:02:46 | |
'tis hard to reconcile. | 3:02:46 | 3:02:48 | |
See, who comes here? | 3:02:48 | 3:02:51 | |
My countryman, but yet I know him not. | 3:02:51 | 3:02:53 | |
My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. | 3:02:53 | 3:02:56 | |
I know him now. | 3:02:56 | 3:02:58 | |
Good God, betimes remove | 3:03:00 | 3:03:03 | |
the means that makes us strangers! | 3:03:03 | 3:03:06 | |
Sir, amen. | 3:03:06 | 3:03:08 | |
Stands Scotland where it did? | 3:03:08 | 3:03:10 | |
Alas, poor country! | 3:03:10 | 3:03:13 | |
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot | 3:03:14 | 3:03:18 | |
be call'd our mother, but our grave, where nothing, | 3:03:18 | 3:03:22 | |
but who knows nothing, is once seen to smile, | 3:03:22 | 3:03:26 | |
where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air | 3:03:26 | 3:03:31 | |
are made, not mark'd, where violent sorrow seems | 3:03:31 | 3:03:36 | |
a modern ecstasy. | 3:03:36 | 3:03:38 | |
O, relation Too nice, and yet too true! | 3:03:38 | 3:03:41 | |
What's the newest grief? | 3:03:41 | 3:03:43 | |
That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker. | 3:03:43 | 3:03:45 | |
-Each minute teems a new one. -How does my wife? | 3:03:45 | 3:03:48 | |
Why...well. | 3:03:49 | 3:03:52 | |
-And all my children? -Well, too. | 3:03:52 | 3:03:55 | |
The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? | 3:03:55 | 3:03:57 | |
No, they were well at peace when I did leave them. | 3:03:57 | 3:04:01 | |
But not a niggard of your speech - how goes't? | 3:04:01 | 3:04:03 | |
When I came hither to transport the tidings, | 3:04:03 | 3:04:05 | |
which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour | 3:04:05 | 3:04:11 | |
of many worthy fellows that were out, | 3:04:11 | 3:04:13 | |
which was to my belief witness'd the rather, | 3:04:13 | 3:04:16 | |
for that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot. | 3:04:16 | 3:04:18 | |
Now is the time of help! Your eye in Scotland | 3:04:18 | 3:04:24 | |
-would create soldiers... -Be't their comfort | 3:04:24 | 3:04:27 | |
we are coming thither. Gracious England hath | 3:04:27 | 3:04:32 | |
lent us good Siward and ten thousand men. | 3:04:32 | 3:04:34 | |
An older and a better soldier none that Christendom gives out. | 3:04:34 | 3:04:37 | |
Would I could answer | 3:04:40 | 3:04:42 | |
this comfort with the like! | 3:04:42 | 3:04:45 | |
But I have words | 3:04:45 | 3:04:48 | |
that would be howl'd out in the desert air, | 3:04:48 | 3:04:52 | |
where hearing should not latch them. | 3:04:52 | 3:04:55 | |
What concern they? The general cause? | 3:04:55 | 3:04:57 | |
Or is it a fee-grief due to some single breast? | 3:04:57 | 3:05:00 | |
No mind that's honest but in it shares some woe, | 3:05:00 | 3:05:04 | |
though the main part pertains to you alone. | 3:05:04 | 3:05:08 | |
If it be mine, keep it not from me, | 3:05:08 | 3:05:11 | |
quickly let me have it. | 3:05:11 | 3:05:13 | |
Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, | 3:05:13 | 3:05:16 | |
which shall possess them with the heaviest sound | 3:05:16 | 3:05:18 | |
-That ever yet they heard. -Hum! | 3:05:18 | 3:05:21 | |
I guess at it. | 3:05:21 | 3:05:22 | |
Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes | 3:05:22 | 3:05:25 | |
savagely slaughter'd. To relate the manner | 3:05:25 | 3:05:30 | |
were to add the death of you. | 3:05:30 | 3:05:32 | |
Merciful heaven! | 3:05:32 | 3:05:34 | |
What, man! Ne'er pull your hat upon your brows. | 3:06:05 | 3:06:10 | |
Give sorrow words. | 3:06:10 | 3:06:12 | |
The grief that does not speak | 3:06:13 | 3:06:15 | |
whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. | 3:06:15 | 3:06:18 | |
My children too? | 3:06:18 | 3:06:20 | |
Wife, children, servants, all | 3:06:20 | 3:06:24 | |
-That could be found. -And I must be from thence! | 3:06:24 | 3:06:29 | |
My wife kill'd too? | 3:06:29 | 3:06:30 | |
-I have said. -Be comforted. | 3:06:30 | 3:06:31 | |
Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, | 3:06:31 | 3:06:34 | |
To cure this deadly grief. | 3:06:34 | 3:06:36 | |
He has no children. | 3:06:36 | 3:06:38 | |
All my pretty ones? Did you say all? | 3:06:40 | 3:06:46 | |
O...hell-kite! | 3:06:46 | 3:06:51 | |
All? | 3:06:53 | 3:06:56 | |
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam | 3:06:56 | 3:06:59 | |
at one fell swoop? | 3:06:59 | 3:07:00 | |
-Dispute it like a man. -I shall do so. | 3:07:00 | 3:07:03 | |
But I must also feel it as a man. | 3:07:05 | 3:07:09 | |
I cannot but remember such things were, | 3:07:09 | 3:07:11 | |
that were most precious to me. | 3:07:11 | 3:07:13 | |
did heaven look on, | 3:07:14 | 3:07:17 | |
and would not take their part? | 3:07:17 | 3:07:19 | |
Sinful Macduff, | 3:07:19 | 3:07:23 | |
they were all struck for thee! | 3:07:23 | 3:07:26 | |
Naught that I am, | 3:07:26 | 3:07:28 | |
not for their own demerits, but for mine, | 3:07:28 | 3:07:30 | |
fell slaughter on their souls. | 3:07:30 | 3:07:33 | |
Heaven rest them now! | 3:07:34 | 3:07:37 | |
Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief | 3:07:37 | 3:07:41 | |
Convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it. | 3:07:41 | 3:07:45 | |
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes | 3:07:45 | 3:07:48 | |
and braggart with my tongue! | 3:07:48 | 3:07:51 | |
But, gentle heavens, | 3:07:51 | 3:07:54 | |
cut short all intermission. | 3:07:54 | 3:07:58 | |
Front to front, | 3:07:58 | 3:08:00 | |
bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself. | 3:08:00 | 3:08:05 | |
Within my blade's length set him. | 3:08:06 | 3:08:10 | |
If he 'scape, | 3:08:12 | 3:08:15 | |
heaven forgive him too! | 3:08:15 | 3:08:17 | |
This tune goes manly. | 3:08:17 | 3:08:20 | |
Come, our power is ready. | 3:08:20 | 3:08:24 | |
Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth | 3:08:24 | 3:08:27 | |
is ripe for shaking, and the powers above | 3:08:27 | 3:08:31 | |
put on their instruments. | 3:08:31 | 3:08:32 | |
Receive what cheer you may. | 3:08:35 | 3:08:38 | |
The night is long that never finds the day. | 3:08:38 | 3:08:41 | |
I have two nights watched with you, | 3:08:52 | 3:08:55 | |
but can perceive no truth in your report. | 3:08:55 | 3:08:57 | |
When was it she last walked? | 3:08:57 | 3:09:00 | |
Since his majesty went into the field, | 3:09:00 | 3:09:02 | |
I have seen her rise frae her bed, | 3:09:02 | 3:09:05 | |
throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, | 3:09:05 | 3:09:10 | |
fold it, write upon't, read it, | 3:09:10 | 3:09:13 | |
afterwards seal it, and again return to bed, | 3:09:13 | 3:09:15 | |
yet all this while in a most fast sleep. | 3:09:15 | 3:09:19 | |
A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit | 3:09:19 | 3:09:22 | |
of sleep, and do the effects of watching! | 3:09:22 | 3:09:25 | |
In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual | 3:09:25 | 3:09:29 | |
performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say? | 3:09:29 | 3:09:33 | |
-That, Doctor, which I will not report after her. -But you may to me, | 3:09:33 | 3:09:38 | |
and 'tis most meet you should. | 3:09:38 | 3:09:40 | |
Neither to you nor any one, having no witness to confirm my speech. | 3:09:40 | 3:09:44 | |
Lo, Doctor, here she comes! | 3:09:46 | 3:09:48 | |
Observe her, stand close. | 3:09:53 | 3:09:56 | |
How came she by that light? | 3:09:56 | 3:09:57 | |
Why, it stood by her. She has light by her continually. | 3:09:57 | 3:10:01 | |
-'Tis her command. -You see, her eyes are open. | 3:10:01 | 3:10:04 | |
Ay, but their sense is shut. | 3:10:04 | 3:10:05 | |
What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. | 3:10:05 | 3:10:09 | |
It's an accustomed action wi' her, to seem thus washing her hands. | 3:10:09 | 3:10:14 | |
I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. | 3:10:14 | 3:10:17 | |
-Yet here's a spot. -Hark! She speaks. | 3:10:17 | 3:10:20 | |
I will set down what comes from her, | 3:10:20 | 3:10:22 | |
to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. | 3:10:22 | 3:10:25 | |
Out, damned spot! Out, I say! | 3:10:25 | 3:10:29 | |
One. Two. Why, then, 'tis time to do't. | 3:10:29 | 3:10:34 | |
Hell is murky! | 3:10:39 | 3:10:44 | |
Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard? | 3:10:44 | 3:10:48 | |
What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? | 3:10:48 | 3:10:52 | |
Yet who would have thought the old man | 3:10:52 | 3:10:54 | |
-to have had so much blood in him. -Do you mark that? | 3:10:54 | 3:10:58 | |
The thane of Fife had a wife. | 3:11:02 | 3:11:04 | |
Where is she now? | 3:11:06 | 3:11:08 | |
What, will these hands ne'er be clean? | 3:11:08 | 3:11:13 | |
No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that. | 3:11:14 | 3:11:17 | |
You mar all with this starting. | 3:11:17 | 3:11:19 | |
Go to, go to. You have known what you should not. | 3:11:19 | 3:11:23 | |
She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that. | 3:11:23 | 3:11:26 | |
Heaven knows what she has known. | 3:11:26 | 3:11:28 | |
Here's the smell of the blood still. | 3:11:40 | 3:11:42 | |
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. | 3:11:46 | 3:11:53 | |
Oh! | 3:11:53 | 3:11:54 | |
Oh! | 3:11:56 | 3:11:57 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 3:12:02 | 3:12:03 | |
Oh, what a sigh is there! | 3:12:13 | 3:12:15 | |
The heart is sorely charged. | 3:12:15 | 3:12:18 | |
I would not have such a heart in my bosom | 3:12:18 | 3:12:20 | |
for the dignity of the whole body. | 3:12:20 | 3:12:23 | |
Well, well, well... | 3:12:23 | 3:12:24 | |
Pray God it be, sir. | 3:12:24 | 3:12:26 | |
This disease is beyond my practise, | 3:12:26 | 3:12:29 | |
yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep | 3:12:29 | 3:12:32 | |
who have died holily in their beds. | 3:12:32 | 3:12:35 | |
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown. Look not so pale.... | 3:12:35 | 3:12:38 | |
I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried, | 3:12:38 | 3:12:40 | |
he cannot come out on's grave. | 3:12:40 | 3:12:42 | |
Even so? | 3:12:42 | 3:12:43 | |
To bed, to bed! There's knocking at the gate. | 3:12:43 | 3:12:47 | |
Come, come. | 3:12:47 | 3:12:49 | |
Come. | 3:12:50 | 3:12:52 | |
Come... | 3:12:54 | 3:12:55 | |
..give me your hand. | 3:12:56 | 3:12:58 | |
No! | 3:13:10 | 3:13:11 | |
No! | 3:13:14 | 3:13:16 | |
What's done cannot be undone.... | 3:13:21 | 3:13:26 | |
To bed. | 3:13:30 | 3:13:31 | |
To bed. | 3:13:34 | 3:13:36 | |
To bed. | 3:13:39 | 3:13:42 | |
To bed. | 3:13:42 | 3:13:44 | |
To bed. To bed. | 3:13:45 | 3:13:48 | |
-SHE SCREAMS: -To bed! | 3:13:50 | 3:13:53 | |
-Will she go now to bed? -Directly. | 3:13:55 | 3:13:59 | |
Foul whisperings are abroad. | 3:14:00 | 3:14:02 | |
Unnatural deeds | 3:14:02 | 3:14:04 | |
do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds | 3:14:04 | 3:14:08 | |
to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. | 3:14:08 | 3:14:11 | |
God, God forgive us all! | 3:14:11 | 3:14:14 | |
Look after her. Remove from her the means of all annoyance, | 3:14:14 | 3:14:17 | |
And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night. | 3:14:17 | 3:14:21 | |
My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. | 3:14:21 | 3:14:24 | |
I think, but dare not speak. | 3:14:24 | 3:14:27 | |
Good night, good doctor. | 3:14:29 | 3:14:32 | |
The English power is near, | 3:14:50 | 3:14:52 | |
let on by Malcolm, | 3:14:52 | 3:14:53 | |
his uncle Siward and the good Macduff. | 3:14:53 | 3:14:55 | |
Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes | 3:14:55 | 3:14:59 | |
would to the bleeding and the grim alarm | 3:14:59 | 3:15:02 | |
excite the mortified man. | 3:15:02 | 3:15:05 | |
Near Birnam wood shall we well meet them. | 3:15:10 | 3:15:13 | |
That way are they headed. | 3:15:13 | 3:15:15 | |
Know you if Donalbain be with his brother? | 3:15:15 | 3:15:18 | |
For certain, sir, he is not. | 3:15:18 | 3:15:19 | |
I have a file | 3:15:19 | 3:15:21 | |
of all the gentry. | 3:15:21 | 3:15:24 | |
There is Siward's son, | 3:15:24 | 3:15:25 | |
and many unrough youths that even now | 3:15:25 | 3:15:27 | |
protest their first of manhood. | 3:15:27 | 3:15:29 | |
-What does the tyrant? -Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies. | 3:15:32 | 3:15:35 | |
Some say he's mad. | 3:15:35 | 3:15:37 | |
Others that do lesser hate him | 3:15:37 | 3:15:38 | |
do call it valiant fury, but, for certain, | 3:15:38 | 3:15:41 | |
he can no longer buckle his distemper'd cause | 3:15:41 | 3:15:45 | |
within the belt of rule. | 3:15:45 | 3:15:46 | |
Now does he feel | 3:15:48 | 3:15:49 | |
his secret murders sticking to his hands. | 3:15:49 | 3:15:52 | |
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach. | 3:15:52 | 3:15:55 | |
Those he commands move only in command, | 3:15:55 | 3:15:58 | |
nothing in love. Now does he feel his title | 3:15:58 | 3:16:02 | |
hang loose upon him, like a giant's robe | 3:16:02 | 3:16:06 | |
upon a dwarfish thief. | 3:16:06 | 3:16:08 | |
Who then shall blame | 3:16:08 | 3:16:10 | |
his pester'd senses to recoil and start, | 3:16:10 | 3:16:12 | |
when all that is within him does condemn | 3:16:12 | 3:16:14 | |
itself for being there? | 3:16:14 | 3:16:16 | |
Well...march we on, | 3:16:16 | 3:16:19 | |
to give obedience where 'tis truly owed. | 3:16:19 | 3:16:22 | |
Bring me no more reports! | 3:16:37 | 3:16:40 | |
Let them fly all. | 3:16:40 | 3:16:43 | |
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. | 3:16:43 | 3:16:50 | |
What's the boy Malcolm? | 3:16:50 | 3:16:54 | |
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know | 3:16:54 | 3:16:58 | |
all mortal consequences pronounce me thus - | 3:16:58 | 3:17:01 | |
"Fear not, Macbeth. No man that's born of woman | 3:17:01 | 3:17:05 | |
"shall e'er have power upon thee." Then fly, false thanes, | 3:17:05 | 3:17:11 | |
and mingle with the English epicures. | 3:17:11 | 3:17:15 | |
The mind I sway by and the heart I bear | 3:17:15 | 3:17:19 | |
shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. | 3:17:19 | 3:17:23 | |
HE COUGHS | 3:17:23 | 3:17:25 | |
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! | 3:17:25 | 3:17:29 | |
Where got'st thou that goose look? | 3:17:29 | 3:17:33 | |
There is ten thousand... | 3:17:33 | 3:17:35 | |
-Geese, villain! -No. Soldiers, sir. | 3:17:35 | 3:17:38 | |
Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, | 3:17:38 | 3:17:42 | |
thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? | 3:17:42 | 3:17:46 | |
Death of thy soul! | 3:17:46 | 3:17:48 | |
These linen cheeks of thine are counsellors to fear. | 3:17:48 | 3:17:53 | |
What soldiers, whey-face? | 3:17:53 | 3:17:55 | |
The English force, so please you. | 3:17:55 | 3:17:59 | |
Go take thy face hence. | 3:18:01 | 3:18:03 | |
Seyton! | 3:18:11 | 3:18:12 | |
I am sick at heart, | 3:18:13 | 3:18:15 | |
When I behold... | 3:18:15 | 3:18:17 | |
Seyton, I say! | 3:18:17 | 3:18:19 | |
This push shall cheer me ever... | 3:18:23 | 3:18:26 | |
..or... | 3:18:28 | 3:18:29 | |
..disseat me now. | 3:18:31 | 3:18:34 | |
I have lived long enough. | 3:18:40 | 3:18:41 | |
My way of life is fall'n into the sear, | 3:18:43 | 3:18:47 | |
the yellow leaf. | 3:18:47 | 3:18:50 | |
And that which should accompany old age, | 3:18:52 | 3:18:56 | |
as honour, love, obedience... | 3:18:56 | 3:19:02 | |
..troops of friends | 3:19:04 | 3:19:07 | |
I must not look to have, but, in their stead... | 3:19:07 | 3:19:12 | |
..curses. Not loud but deep, mouth-honour... | 3:19:14 | 3:19:22 | |
..breath. | 3:19:24 | 3:19:26 | |
Seyton! | 3:19:27 | 3:19:30 | |
-What is your gracious pleasure? -What news more? | 3:19:32 | 3:19:35 | |
All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. | 3:19:35 | 3:19:39 | |
I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Bring me my armour. | 3:19:39 | 3:19:44 | |
'Tis not needed yet. | 3:19:44 | 3:19:46 | |
I'll put it on! | 3:19:46 | 3:19:48 | |
Send out more horses, skirr the country round. | 3:19:48 | 3:19:51 | |
Hang those that talk of fear. | 3:19:51 | 3:19:54 | |
Bring me my armour! | 3:19:54 | 3:19:55 | |
How fares your patient, Doctor? | 3:19:58 | 3:19:59 | |
Not so sick, my lord, | 3:19:59 | 3:20:02 | |
as she is troubled with thick coming fancies | 3:20:02 | 3:20:05 | |
That keep her from her rest. | 3:20:05 | 3:20:07 | |
Cure her of that. | 3:20:07 | 3:20:09 | |
Canst thou not... | 3:20:10 | 3:20:12 | |
..minister to a mind diseased, | 3:20:14 | 3:20:18 | |
pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, | 3:20:18 | 3:20:22 | |
raze out the written troubles of the brain, | 3:20:22 | 3:20:26 | |
and with some sweet oblivious antidote, | 3:20:26 | 3:20:30 | |
cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous... | 3:20:30 | 3:20:36 | |
..stuff | 3:20:39 | 3:20:41 | |
which weighs upon the heart? | 3:20:41 | 3:20:43 | |
Therein the patient must minister to himself. | 3:20:43 | 3:20:48 | |
Throw physic to the dogs! I'll none of it. | 3:20:53 | 3:20:56 | |
Come, give me my armour. | 3:20:56 | 3:20:59 | |
Doctor, the thanes fly from me. | 3:21:00 | 3:21:03 | |
You, sir, dispatch! | 3:21:03 | 3:21:06 | |
If thou couldst, Doctor, cast the water of my land, | 3:21:06 | 3:21:12 | |
find her disease, and purge it to a sound | 3:21:12 | 3:21:16 | |
and pristine health. | 3:21:16 | 3:21:20 | |
I would applaud thee to the very echo, | 3:21:20 | 3:21:22 | |
that would applaud again. | 3:21:22 | 3:21:23 | |
Pull it off, I say. | 3:21:23 | 3:21:25 | |
What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug, | 3:21:25 | 3:21:30 | |
would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them? | 3:21:30 | 3:21:34 | |
Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation | 3:21:34 | 3:21:36 | |
makes us hear something. | 3:21:36 | 3:21:38 | |
I will not be afraid of death or bane, | 3:21:43 | 3:21:47 | |
till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. | 3:21:47 | 3:21:51 | |
EXPLOSION | 3:21:51 | 3:21:52 | |
-What wood is this before us? -The wood of Birnam. | 3:21:53 | 3:21:57 | |
Let every soldier hew him down a bough | 3:21:58 | 3:22:02 | |
and bear't before him, thereby shall we shadow | 3:22:02 | 3:22:05 | |
the numbers of our host and make discovery | 3:22:05 | 3:22:07 | |
err in report of us. | 3:22:07 | 3:22:08 | |
It shall be done. | 3:22:08 | 3:22:09 | |
We learn no other but the confident tyrant | 3:22:09 | 3:22:11 | |
keeps still in Dunsinane. | 3:22:11 | 3:22:12 | |
'Tis his main hope. | 3:22:12 | 3:22:14 | |
Advance the wall! | 3:22:16 | 3:22:18 | |
Hang out our banners on the outward walls. | 3:22:20 | 3:22:23 | |
The cry is still, "They come." | 3:22:23 | 3:22:25 | |
Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn. | 3:22:25 | 3:22:29 | |
Here let them lie | 3:22:29 | 3:22:30 | |
till famine and the ague eat them up. | 3:22:30 | 3:22:32 | |
Were they not forced with those that should be ours, | 3:22:32 | 3:22:36 | |
we might have dareful met them, beard to beard, | 3:22:36 | 3:22:39 | |
-And beat them backward home. -WOMAN SCREAMS | 3:22:39 | 3:22:41 | |
What is that noise? | 3:22:42 | 3:22:45 | |
It is the cry of women, my good lord. | 3:22:46 | 3:22:49 | |
EXPLOSIONS AND GUNFIRE OUTSIDE | 3:22:49 | 3:22:52 | |
I have almost forgot the taste of fear. | 3:22:55 | 3:22:58 | |
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd | 3:23:00 | 3:23:03 | |
to hear a night-shriek. | 3:23:03 | 3:23:05 | |
I have supp'd full with horrors. | 3:23:17 | 3:23:20 | |
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts | 3:23:21 | 3:23:26 | |
cannot once start me. | 3:23:26 | 3:23:28 | |
Wherefore was that cry? | 3:23:28 | 3:23:30 | |
The queen, my lord, | 3:23:33 | 3:23:35 | |
is dead. | 3:23:35 | 3:23:37 | |
She should have died hereafter. | 3:23:44 | 3:23:46 | |
There would have been a time for such a word. | 3:23:47 | 3:23:50 | |
Tomorrow... | 3:24:15 | 3:24:16 | |
..and tomorrow, and tomorrow, | 3:24:19 | 3:24:23 | |
creeps in this petty pace | 3:24:23 | 3:24:28 | |
from day to day | 3:24:28 | 3:24:32 | |
to the last syllable of recorded time... | 3:24:32 | 3:24:36 | |
..and all our yesterdays have lighted fools | 3:24:38 | 3:24:44 | |
the way to dusty death. | 3:24:44 | 3:24:45 | |
Out... Out, brief candle! | 3:24:47 | 3:24:54 | |
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player | 3:24:54 | 3:25:02 | |
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage | 3:25:02 | 3:25:08 | |
and then is heard no more. | 3:25:08 | 3:25:10 | |
It is a tale... | 3:25:11 | 3:25:13 | |
..told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, | 3:25:15 | 3:25:20 | |
signifying... | 3:25:20 | 3:25:22 | |
..nothing. | 3:25:25 | 3:25:26 | |
Thou comest to use thy tongue. | 3:25:38 | 3:25:41 | |
Thy story quickly. | 3:25:41 | 3:25:43 | |
Gracious my lord, | 3:25:43 | 3:25:45 | |
I should report that which I say I saw, | 3:25:45 | 3:25:50 | |
but know not how to do it. | 3:25:50 | 3:25:52 | |
Well, say, sir. | 3:25:52 | 3:25:56 | |
As I did stand my watch upon the hill, | 3:25:56 | 3:25:58 | |
I looked toward Birnam, and anon, me thought, | 3:25:58 | 3:26:04 | |
the wood began... | 3:26:04 | 3:26:07 | |
Began to move? | 3:26:07 | 3:26:10 | |
Liar and slave! | 3:26:17 | 3:26:19 | |
Let me endure your wrath, if it be not so. | 3:26:19 | 3:26:23 | |
Within this three mile may you see it coming, | 3:26:23 | 3:26:28 | |
I say, a moving grove. | 3:26:28 | 3:26:32 | |
If thou speak'st false, | 3:26:32 | 3:26:34 | |
upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, | 3:26:34 | 3:26:37 | |
till famine cling thee. | 3:26:37 | 3:26:39 | |
If thou say'st sooth, | 3:26:41 | 3:26:42 | |
I care not if thou dost as much for me. | 3:26:42 | 3:26:47 | |
I pull in resolution, and begin | 3:26:47 | 3:26:50 | |
to doubt the equivocation of the fiend | 3:26:50 | 3:26:53 | |
who lies like truth! | 3:26:53 | 3:26:57 | |
"Fear not, till Birnam wood | 3:26:57 | 3:26:59 | |
"do come to Dunsinane," and now a wood | 3:26:59 | 3:27:03 | |
comes toward Dunsinane. | 3:27:03 | 3:27:06 | |
Arm. | 3:27:09 | 3:27:10 | |
Arm, and out! | 3:27:10 | 3:27:14 | |
If that which he avouches doth appear, | 3:27:14 | 3:27:16 | |
there is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. | 3:27:16 | 3:27:21 | |
I gin to be aweary of the sun, | 3:27:24 | 3:27:26 | |
and wish the estate o' the world were now undone. | 3:27:26 | 3:27:31 | |
Ring the alarum bell! | 3:27:33 | 3:27:35 | |
Blow, wind! Come, wrack! | 3:27:36 | 3:27:40 | |
At least we'll die with harness on our back. | 3:27:42 | 3:27:47 | |
Now near enough. Your leafy screens throw down | 3:28:47 | 3:28:51 | |
and show like those you are! You, worthy uncle, | 3:28:51 | 3:28:54 | |
shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, | 3:28:54 | 3:28:55 | |
lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and we | 3:28:55 | 3:28:57 | |
shall take upon's what else remains to do | 3:28:57 | 3:28:59 | |
according to our order. | 3:28:59 | 3:29:00 | |
Fare you well. Do we but find the tyrant's power tonight, | 3:29:00 | 3:29:03 | |
let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. | 3:29:03 | 3:29:06 | |
Make all our trumpets speak, give them all breath, | 3:29:06 | 3:29:09 | |
those clamorous harbingers of blood and death! | 3:29:09 | 3:29:13 | |
ALL SHOUT: Blood and death! | 3:29:13 | 3:29:17 | |
Enter, sir, the castle! | 3:29:50 | 3:29:52 | |
They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly | 3:30:01 | 3:30:05 | |
but, bear-like, must I fight the course. What's he | 3:30:05 | 3:30:10 | |
that was not born of woman?! Such a one | 3:30:10 | 3:30:15 | |
I am to fear... | 3:30:15 | 3:30:17 | |
..or none. | 3:30:18 | 3:30:19 | |
What's thy name? | 3:30:27 | 3:30:29 | |
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. | 3:30:29 | 3:30:31 | |
No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name | 3:30:31 | 3:30:33 | |
Than any is in hell. | 3:30:33 | 3:30:34 | |
My name's Macbeth. | 3:30:36 | 3:30:37 | |
The devil himself could not pronounce a title | 3:30:37 | 3:30:40 | |
more hateful to mine ear. | 3:30:40 | 3:30:41 | |
No, nor more fearful. | 3:30:41 | 3:30:43 | |
Thou liest, abhorred tyrant. With my blade, | 3:30:43 | 3:30:46 | |
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. | 3:30:46 | 3:30:48 | |
Thou was born of woman. | 3:30:58 | 3:31:00 | |
That way the noise is! | 3:31:02 | 3:31:04 | |
Tyrant, show thy face! | 3:31:05 | 3:31:08 | |
If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, | 3:31:08 | 3:31:11 | |
my wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. | 3:31:11 | 3:31:15 | |
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms | 3:31:15 | 3:31:17 | |
are hired to bear their staves. | 3:31:17 | 3:31:20 | |
Either thou, Macbeth, | 3:31:20 | 3:31:23 | |
Or else my blade with an unbatter'd edge | 3:31:23 | 3:31:25 | |
I sheathe again undeeded. | 3:31:25 | 3:31:28 | |
-There thou shouldst be! -GUNFIRE CLOSE BY | 3:31:28 | 3:31:31 | |
By this great clatter, one of greatest note | 3:31:31 | 3:31:34 | |
seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! | 3:31:34 | 3:31:37 | |
And more I beg not! | 3:31:37 | 3:31:39 | |
What is he that was not born of woman? | 3:31:56 | 3:32:00 | |
Was he that was not born of woman... | 3:32:00 | 3:32:05 | |
Swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, | 3:32:05 | 3:32:13 | |
brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. | 3:32:13 | 3:32:17 | |
Turn, hell-hound. | 3:32:21 | 3:32:23 | |
Turn! | 3:32:23 | 3:32:25 | |
Of all men else I have avoided thee. | 3:32:41 | 3:32:45 | |
But get thee back. | 3:32:48 | 3:32:51 | |
My soul is charged | 3:32:51 | 3:32:54 | |
with too much blood of thine already. | 3:32:54 | 3:32:56 | |
I have no words. | 3:32:56 | 3:32:58 | |
My voice is in my blade. | 3:32:58 | 3:33:01 | |
Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out! | 3:33:01 | 3:33:05 | |
Thou losest labour. | 3:33:11 | 3:33:14 | |
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air | 3:33:14 | 3:33:16 | |
with thy keen blade impress as make me bleed. | 3:33:16 | 3:33:20 | |
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield, | 3:33:20 | 3:33:25 | |
to one of woman born. | 3:33:25 | 3:33:28 | |
Despair thy charm | 3:33:28 | 3:33:31 | |
and let the angel whom thou still hast served | 3:33:31 | 3:33:34 | |
tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb | 3:33:34 | 3:33:38 | |
untimely ripped. | 3:33:38 | 3:33:41 | |
Accursed be the tongue that tells me so, | 3:33:52 | 3:33:55 | |
and be these... | 3:33:56 | 3:33:58 | |
juggling fiends no more believed, | 3:33:58 | 3:34:04 | |
that palter with us in a double sense, | 3:34:04 | 3:34:07 | |
that keep the word of promise to our ear, | 3:34:07 | 3:34:11 | |
and break it to our hope. | 3:34:11 | 3:34:15 | |
I'll not fight with thee. | 3:34:16 | 3:34:18 | |
Then yield thee, coward, | 3:34:20 | 3:34:23 | |
and live to be the show and gaze o' the time! | 3:34:23 | 3:34:27 | |
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, | 3:34:27 | 3:34:30 | |
painted on a pole, and underwrit, "Here may you see the tyrant." | 3:34:30 | 3:34:35 | |
I will not yield, | 3:34:35 | 3:34:36 | |
to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, | 3:34:36 | 3:34:40 | |
and to be baited with the rabble's curse. | 3:34:40 | 3:34:43 | |
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, | 3:34:43 | 3:34:47 | |
and thou opposed, being of no woman born, | 3:34:47 | 3:34:51 | |
Yet I will try the last. | 3:34:51 | 3:34:53 | |
GUN CLICKS | 3:34:53 | 3:34:55 | |
Before my body I throw my war-like shield. | 3:35:03 | 3:35:08 | |
Lay on, Macduff, | 3:35:16 | 3:35:19 | |
and damned be he that first cries, "Hold... | 3:35:19 | 3:35:23 | |
"..enough." | 3:35:43 | 3:35:44 | |
BLADE SWISHES AND A GROAN | 3:35:44 | 3:35:48 | |
I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. | 3:36:01 | 3:36:03 | |
Some must go off, and yet, by these I see | 3:36:03 | 3:36:06 | |
so great a day as this is cheaply bought. | 3:36:06 | 3:36:09 | |
Macduff is missing. | 3:36:09 | 3:36:11 | |
GUN CLICKS | 3:36:11 | 3:36:13 | |
Hail, King! | 3:36:22 | 3:36:25 | |
For so thou art. | 3:36:27 | 3:36:29 | |
Behold, where stands | 3:36:31 | 3:36:34 | |
the usurper's cursed head. | 3:36:34 | 3:36:38 | |
The time is free. | 3:36:42 | 3:36:44 | |
Hail, King of Scotland! | 3:36:47 | 3:36:51 | |
-ALL: -Hail, King of Scotland! | 3:36:51 | 3:36:54 | |
We shall not spend a large expense of time | 3:37:11 | 3:37:15 | |
before we reckon with your several loves, | 3:37:15 | 3:37:18 | |
and make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, | 3:37:18 | 3:37:21 | |
henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland | 3:37:21 | 3:37:26 | |
in such an honour named. | 3:37:26 | 3:37:28 | |
What's more to do, | 3:37:28 | 3:37:30 | |
which would be planted newly with the time, | 3:37:30 | 3:37:34 | |
as calling home our exiled friends abroad | 3:37:34 | 3:37:36 | |
that fled the snares of watchful tyranny, | 3:37:36 | 3:37:39 | |
producing forth the cruel ministers | 3:37:39 | 3:37:41 | |
of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, | 3:37:41 | 3:37:44 | |
who, as 'tis thought by self and violent hands, | 3:37:44 | 3:37:46 | |
took off her life. This and what needful else | 3:37:46 | 3:37:49 | |
that calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, | 3:37:49 | 3:37:51 | |
we will perform in measure, time and place. | 3:37:51 | 3:37:57 | |
So, thanks to all at once! | 3:37:59 | 3:38:02 | |
And to each one, | 3:38:04 | 3:38:07 | |
Whom we invite | 3:38:07 | 3:38:09 | |
to see us crown'd... | 3:38:09 | 3:38:11 | |
..at Scone! | 3:38:13 | 3:38:14 | |
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