Page 1 The Tragedy of Macbeth
Stage: Set modified ? thrust. The space is bounded by flats decorated with steel mesh, broken TVs, toasters and sundry rubble of the world that has been lost in some past apocalypse. There are gaps and hidey holes in the set for the witches and coterie to disappear into.
Scattered around the stage are the other barrels that the drummers use as their instruments.
There is one intermission after III.ii.
I.i: The Witches place.
Characters: The Witches and Coterie
Opens with a production number of the witches and the coterie.
At the end of the number, the coterie disperses.
When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.
Where the place?
Upon the heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.
SERGEANT I.ii: A Camp near Forres Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. Characters: Donalbain, Duncan, Lennox, Malcom, Ross, If I say sooth, I must report they were Sergeant As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX , meeting Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, a bleeding Sergeant who opposite them. Or memorise another Golgotha, I cannot tell. DUNCAN But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt DUNCAN The newest state. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honour both. Go get him to surgeons. MALCOLM This is the sergeant Exit Sergeant as ROSS enters with DONALBAIN from same exit. Who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! Who comes here? Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it. MALCOLM The worthy thane of Ross. SERGEANT Doubtful it stood; LENNOX As two spent swimmers, that do cling together What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald— That seems to speak things strange. Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villanies of nature ROSS Do swarm upon him—from the western isles God save the king! Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, DUNCAN Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: Whence camest thou, worthy thane? For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name— Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, ROSS Which smoked with bloody execution, From Fife, great king; Like valour's minion carved out his passage Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky Till he faced the slave; And fan our people cold. Norway himself, Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, With terrible numbers, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor And fix'd his head upon our battlements. The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, DUNCAN Confronted him with self-comparisons, O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, SERGEANT The victory fell on us. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, DUNCAN So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come Great happiness! Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had with valour arm'd ROSS Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, That now But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition: With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men Nor would we deign him burial of his men Began a fresh assault. Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch Ten thousand dollars to our general use. DUNCAN Dismay'd not this DUNCAN Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
Page 4 And with his former title greet Macbeth.
I'll see it done.
What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
I.iii: A field near Forres. THIRD WITCH A drum, a drum! Characters: Witches, drummers. Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, Macbeth doth come. Angus ALL Another dance number for the witches and the coterie. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, FIRST WITCH Thus do go about, about: Where hast thou been, sister? Thrice to thine and thrice to mine And thrice again, to make up nine. SECOND WITCH Killing swine. FIRST WITCH Peace! the charm's wound up. THIRD WITCH Sister, where thou? WITCHES hide in plain sight around stage. Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. FIRST WITCH A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, MACBETH And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd: So foul and fair a day I have not seen. ”Give me,” quoth I: ”Aroint thee, witch!” the rump-fed ronyon cries. BANQUO Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: How far is't call'd to Forres? But in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, First Witch leaps up surprising MACBETH and BANQUO. I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. FIRST WITCH SECOND WITCH All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis! I'll give thee a wind. SECOND WITCH leaps up. FIRST WITCH Thou'rt kind. SECOND WITCH All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! THIRD WITCH And I another. THIRD WITCH leaps up. FIRST WITCH THIRD WITCH I myself have all the other, All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter! And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know BANQUO I' the shipman's card. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear I will drain him dry as hay: Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth, Sleep shall neither night nor day Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Hang upon his pent-house lid; Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner He shall live a man forbid: You greet with present grace and great prediction Weary se'nnights nine times nine Of noble having and of royal hope, Shall he dwindle, peak and pine: That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not. Though his bark cannot be lost, If you can look into the seeds of time, Yet it shall be tempest-tost. And say which grain will grow and which will not, Look what I have. Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate. SECOND WITCH Show me, show me. FIRST WITCH Hail! FIRST WITCH Here I have a pilot's thumb, SECOND WITCH Wreck'd as homeward he did come. Hail! Drummer drums a warning.
The king hath happily received, Macbeth, THIRD WITCH
Hail! The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend FIRST WITCH
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 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, SECOND WITCH
Not so happy, yet much happier. Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail
Came post with post; and every one did bear THIRD WITCH
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! And pour'd them down before him.
FIRST WITCH ANGUS
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! We are sent
To give thee from our royal master thanks;
Only to herald thee into his sight, MACBETH
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: Not pay thee.
By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? The thane of Cawdor lives, ROSS
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Stands not within the prospect of belief, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! You owe this strange intelligence? Or why For it is thine.
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. BANQUO
What, can the devil speak true? Witches laugh and run off stage “vanishing” into the breaks in
the flats.. MACBETH
The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
In borrow'd robes? BANQUO
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? ANGUS
Who was the thane lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life MACBETH
Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! 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; BANQUO
Were such things here as we do speak about? But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, Or have we eaten on the insane root Have overthrown him.
That takes the reason prisoner?
[Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! MACBETH
Your children shall be kings. The greatest is behind.
To ROSS and ANGUS BANQUO
You shall be king. Thanks for your pains.
To BANQUO MACBETH
And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? 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
To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?
Enter ROSS and ANGUS. That trusted home
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: ROSS
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.
[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.
Look, how our partner's rapt.
[Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
Without my stir.
New horrors come upon him,
Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use.
[Aside] Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are 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.
Till then, enough. Come, friends.
That hast no less deserved, nor must be known I.iv: The palace grounds. No less to have done so, let me enfold thee And hold thee to my heart. Characters: Angus, Banquo, Donalbain, Duncan, Lennox, Macbeth, Malcolm, Ross, the Court BANQUO Combat: Macduff vs. Combatant There if I grow, The harvest is your own. Lights up on DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and other sundry lords are around watching a bound DUNCAN gladiatorial style fight between MACDUFF and another fighter. My plenteous joys, The fight ends, and the dialogue starts. Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, Possibility of another small dance number here. And you whose places are the nearest, know We will establish our estate upon DUNCAN Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must Those in commission yet return'd? Not unaccompanied invest him only, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine MALCOLM On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, My liege, And bind us further to you. They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die: who did report MACBETH That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, The rest is labour, which is not used for you: Implored your highness' pardon and set forth I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful A deep repentance: nothing in his life The hearing of my wife with your approach; Became him like the leaving it; he died So humbly take my leave. As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, DUNCAN As 'twere a careless trifle. My worthy Cawdor! DUNCAN MACBETH There's no art [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step To find the mind's construction in the face: On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, He was a gentleman on whom I built For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; An absolute trust. Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS. Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. O worthiest cousin! Exit The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: thou art so far before DUNCAN That swiftest wing of recompense is slow True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, And in his commendations I am fed; That the proportion both of thanks and payment It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, Might have been mine! only I have left to say, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: More is thy due than more than all can pay. It is a peerless kinsman. MACBETH Black out 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.
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
I.v: Macbeth's castle. Exit Servant Characters: Lady Macbeth, Macbeth, Servant The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter. Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, LADY MACBETH And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full ”They met me in the day of success: and I have Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood; learned by the perfectest report, they have more in Stop up the access and passage to remorse, them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire That no compunctious visitings of nature to question them further, they made themselves air, Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, all-hailed me „Thane of Cawdor;‟ by which title, Wherever in your sightless substances before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being To cry 'Hold, hold!' ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.” Enter MACBETH Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature; Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! It is too full o' the milk of human kindness Thy letters have transported me beyond To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; This ignorant present, and I feel now Art not without ambition, but without The future in the instant. The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, MACBETH And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis, My dearest love, That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it; Duncan comes here to-night. And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, LADY MACBETH That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And when goes hence? And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, MACBETH Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem Tomorrow, as he purposes. To have thee crown'd withal. LADY MACBETH Enter Servant O, never What is your tidings? Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men SERVANT May read strange matters. To beguile the time, The king comes here to-night. Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, LADY MACBETH But be the serpent under't. He that's coming Thou'rt mad to say it: Must be provided for: and you shall put Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, This night's great business into my dispatch; Would have inform'd for preparation. Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. SERVANT So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: MACBETH One of my fellows had the speed of him, We will speak further. Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message. LADY MACBETH Only look up clear; LADY MACBETH To alter favour ever is to fear: Give him tending; Leave all the rest to me. He brings great news.