ACT I

SCENE I. A desert place

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches
First Witch
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch
When the hurlyburly's done
When the battle's lost and won

Third Witch
That will be ere the set of sun

First Witch
Where the place?

Second Witch
Upon the heath

Third Witch
There to meet with Macbeth

First Witch
I come, Graymalkin!

Second Witch
Paddock calls

Third Witch
Anon

ALL
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air

Exeunt

SCENE II. A camp near Forres

Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant
DUNCAN
What bloody man is that? He can report
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state

MALCOLM
This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it

Sergeant
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald--
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him--from the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel
Which smoked with bloody execution
Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps
And fix'd his head upon our battlements

DUNCAN
O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

Sergeant
As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault

DUNCAN
Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Sergeant
Yes;
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds
Or memorise another Golgotha
I cannot tell
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help

DUNCAN
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons

Exit Sergeant, attended

Who comes here?

Enter ROSS

MALCOLM
The worthy thane of Ross

LENNOX
What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
That seems to speak things strange

ROSS
God save the king!

DUNCAN
Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

ROSS
From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold. Norway himself
With terrible numbers
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof
Confronted him with self-comparisons
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude
The victory fell on us

DUNCAN
Great happiness!

ROSS
That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
Ten thousand dollars to our general use

DUNCAN
No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death
And with his former title greet Macbeth

ROSS
I'll see it done

DUNCAN
What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won

Exeunt

SCENE III. A heath near Forres

Thunder. Enter the three Witches
First Witch
Where hast thou been, sister?

Second Witch
Killing swine

Third Witch
Sister, where thou?

First Witch
A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap
And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:--
'Give me,' quoth I:
'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail
And, like a rat without a tail
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do

Second Witch
I'll give thee a wind

First Witch
Thou'rt kind

Third Witch
And I another

First Witch
I myself have all the other
And the very ports they blow
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:
Weary se'nnights nine times nine
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost
Yet it shall be tempest-tost
Look what I have

Second Witch
Show me, show me

First Witch
Here I have a pilot's thumb
Wreck'd as homeward he did come

Drum within

Third Witch
A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come

ALL
The weird sisters, hand in hand
Posters of the sea and land
Thus do go about, about:
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine
Peace! the charm's wound up

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO

MACBETH
So foul and fair a day I have not seen

BANQUO
How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me
By each at once her chappy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so

MACBETH
Speak, if you can: what are you?

First Witch
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

Second Witch
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

Third Witch
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

BANQUO
Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not
If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate

First Witch
Hail!

Second Witch
Hail!

Third Witch
Hail!

First Witch
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater

Second Witch
Not so happy, yet much happier

Third Witch
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

First Witch
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

MACBETH
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
Stands not within the prospect of belief
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you

Witches vanish

BANQUO
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

MACBETH
Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

BANQUO
Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?

MACBETH
Your children shall be kings

BANQUO
You shall be king

MACBETH
And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

BANQUO
To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

Enter ROSS and ANGUS

ROSS
The king hath happily received, Macbeth
The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight
His wonders and his praises do contend
Which should be thine or his: silenced with that
In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make
Strange images of death. As thick as hail
Came post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence
And pour'd them down before him

ANGUS
We are sent
To give thee from our royal master thanks;
Only to herald thee into his sight
Not pay thee

ROSS
And, for an earnest of a greater honour
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine

BANQUO
What, can the devil speak true?

MACBETH
The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
In borrow'd robes?

ANGUS
Who was the thane lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined
With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treasons capital, confess'd and proved
Have overthrown him

MACBETH
[Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
The greatest is behind

To ROSS and ANGUS

Thanks for your pains

To BANQUO

Do you not hope your children shall be kings
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
Promised no less to them?

BANQUO
That trusted home
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm
The instruments of darkness tell us truths
Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence
Cousins, a word, I pray you

MACBETH
[Aside] Two truths are told
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen

Aside

Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill
Why hath it given me earnest of success
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not

BANQUO
Look, how our partner's rapt

MACBETH
[Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me
Without my stir

BANQUO
New horrors come upon him
Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
But with the aid of use

MACBETH
[Aside] Come what come may
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day

BANQUO
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure

MACBETH
Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are register'd where every day I turn
The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king
Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other

BANQUO
Very gladly

MACBETH
Till then, enough. Come, friends

Exeunt

SCENE IV. Forres. The palace

Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants
DUNCAN
Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commission yet return'd?

MALCOLM
My liege
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die: who did report
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons
Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed
As 'twere a careless trifle

DUNCAN
There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust

Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS

O worthiest cousin!
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: thou art so far before
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine! only I have left to say
More is thy due than more than all can pay

MACBETH
The service and the loyalty I owe
In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
Is to receive our duties; and our duties
Are to your throne and state children and servants
Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
Safe toward your love and honour

DUNCAN
Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo
That hast no less deserved, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
And hold thee to my heart

BANQUO
There if I grow
The harvest is your own

DUNCAN
My plenteous joys
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes
And you whose places are the nearest, know
We will establish our estate upon
Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must
Not unaccompanied invest him only
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers. From hence to Inverness
And bind us further to you

MACBETH
The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So humbly take my leave

DUNCAN
My worthy Cawdor!

MACBETH
[Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires:
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

Exit

DUNCAN
True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant
And in his commendations I am fed;
It is a banquet to me. Let's after him
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman

Flourish. Exeunt

SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle

Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter
LADY MACBETH
'They met me in the day of success: and I have
Learned by the perfectest report, they have more in
Them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire
To question them further, they made themselves air
Into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in
The wonder of it, came missives from the king, who
All-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title
Before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred
Me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that
Shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver
Thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
Mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being
Ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it
To thy heart, and farewell.'
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false
And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis
That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal

Enter a Messenger

What is your tidings?

Messenger
The king comes here to-night

LADY MACBETH
Thou'rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him? who, were't so
Would have inform'd for preparation

Messenger
So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:
One of my fellows had the speed of him
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message

LADY MACBETH
Give him tending;
He brings great news

Exit Messenger

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry 'Hold, hold!'

Enter MACBETH

Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now
The future in the instant

MACBETH
My dearest love
Duncan comes here to-night

LADY MACBETH
And when goes hence?

MACBETH
To-morrow, as he purposes

LADY MACBETH
O, never
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower
But be the serpent under't. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom

MACBETH
We will speak further

LADY MACBETH
Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me

Exeunt

SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle

Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants
DUNCAN
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses

BANQUO
This guest of summer
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed
The air is delicate

Enter LADY MACBETH

DUNCAN
See, see, our honour'd hostess!
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains
And thank us for your trouble

LADY MACBETH
All our service
In every point twice done and then done double
Were poor and single business to contend
Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
Your majesty loads our house: for those of old
And the late dignities heap'd up to them
We rest your hermits

DUNCAN
Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess
We are your guest to-night

LADY MACBETH
Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure
Still to return your own

DUNCAN
Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly
And shall continue our graces towards him
By your leave, hostess

Exeunt

SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle

Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH
MACBETH
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time
We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host
Who should against his murderer shut the door
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other

Enter LADY MACBETH

How now! what news?

LADY MACBETH
He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?

MACBETH
Hath he ask'd for me?

LADY MACBETH
Know you not he has?

MACBETH
We will proceed no further in this business:
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss
Not cast aside so soon

LADY MACBETH
Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life
And live a coward in thine own esteem
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?

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

LADY MACBETH
What beast was't, then
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this

MACBETH
If we should fail?

LADY MACBETH
We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep--
Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him--his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassail so convince
That memory, the warder of the brain
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie as in a death
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?

MACBETH
Bring forth men-children only;
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be received
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber and used their very daggers
That they have done't?

LADY MACBETH
Who dares receive it other
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?

MACBETH
I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know

Exeunt