Macbeth scenes 06 character by oJV6A23E


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SCENE I        Court of Macbeth's castle.

         [Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him]

BANQUO         How goes the night, boy?

FLEANCE        The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

BANQUO         And she goes down at twelve.

FLEANCE        I take't, 'tis later, sir.

BANQUO     Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven;
    Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.
    A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
    And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers,
    Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature
    Gives way to in repose!
                                                               Banquo creates a sense
                                                               of foreboding about
         [Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch]           Macbeth, his castle and
                                                               the coming night. The
                 Give me my sword.                             witches’ prophesy has
                                                               had a profound effect on
         Who's there?                                          him.

MACBETH        A friend.

BANQUO     What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
    He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
    Sent forth great largess to your offices.
    This diamond he greets your wife withal,                   Macbeth, in contrast, appears
                                                               to be confident and unmoved
    By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up              by the atmosphere.
    In measureless content.

MACBETH Being unprepared,
    Our will became the servant to defect;
    Which else should free have wrought.
                                                                    Unlike Banquo’s open
BANQUO     All's well.                                              comments, Macbeth
    I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:                 lies then attempts to
    To you they have show'd some truth.                             draw Banquo into his
                                                                    plan by offering
                                                                    rewards. Macbeth
MACBETH I think not of them:                                        appears to be
    Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,                      complicated and
                                                                    manipulative whilst
    We would spend it in some words upon that business,             Banquo is honest and
    If you would grant the time.                                    straightforward.

BANQUO        At your kind'st leisure.

MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
    It shall make honour for you.

BANQUO       So I lose none
    In seeking to augment it, but still keep
    My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,
    I shall be counsell'd.

MACBETH       Good repose the while!

BANQUO        Thanks, sir: the like to you!

       [Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE]

MACBETH Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
    She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

       [Exit Servant]

       Is this a dagger which I see before me,
       The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
       I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
       Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
       To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
       A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
       Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?              Macbeth reveals that he is
       I see thee yet, in form as palpable                    doubting his sanity due to the
                                                              stress of committing the murder.
       As this which now I draw.
       Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
       And such an instrument I was to use.
       Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
       Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
       And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
       Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
       It is the bloody business which informs
       Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
       Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
       The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
       Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
         Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
         Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
         With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
         Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,      Macbeth is aware of his
                                                                own weakness of talking
         Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear       rather than acting.
         Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
         And take the present horror from the time,
         Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
         Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

         [A bell rings]

         I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
         Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
         That summons thee to heaven or to hell.




SCENE II          The same.

         [Enter LADY MACBETH]

LADY MACBETH That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
     What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.
     Hark! Peace!
     It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
     Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: Lady Macbeth
     The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms         boosts her
     Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd     confidence by
                                                          stating how she
     their possets,                                       feels and what she
     That death and nature do contend about them,         has done. She
     Whether they live or die.                            makes an excuse for
                                                                not committing the
                                                                act herself.
MACBETH           [Within] Who's there? what, ho!

LADY MACBETH Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
     And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed
     Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
     He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
     My father as he slept, I had done't.
      [Enter MACBETH]

                           My husband!

MACBETH      I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?

LADY MACBETH I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
     Did not you speak?

MACBETH                    When?

LADY MACBETH         Now.

MACBETH      As I descended?

LADY MACBETH         Ay.

    Who lies i' the second chamber?

LADY MACBETH         Donalbain.

MACBETH      This is a sorry sight.

      [Looking on his hands]

LADY MACBETH         A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

MACBETH There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried
                                                                    Macbeth is
    'Murder!'                                                       immediately struck
    That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them:          by paranoia about
    But they did say their prayers, and address'd them              being found out
                                                                    and rejected by
    Again to sleep.                                                 God.

LADY MACBETH                       There are two lodged together.

MACBETH One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other;
    As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
    Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,'
    When they did say 'God bless us!'

LADY MACBETH         Consider it not so deeply.

MACBETH But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
    I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'
    Stuck in my throat.

LADY MACBETH These deeds must not be thought
     After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
MACBETH Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!             Macbeth continues to
    Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,               ramble extending his
    Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,              paranoia about the
                                                                  consequences of being
    The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,             no longer able to
    Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,             sleep.
    Chief nourisher in life's feast,--

LADY MACBETH         What do you mean?

MACBETH Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
    'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
    Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'

LADY MACBETH Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
     You do unbend your noble strength, to think
     So brainsickly of things. Go get some water,
     And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
     Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
     They must lie there: go carry them; and smear
     The sleepy grooms with blood.                   Macbeth is incapable of
                                                            further action and is
MACBETH I'll go no more:                                    reduced to talk whereas
                                                            Lady Macbeth has used
    I am afraid to think what I have done;                  talk to spur her into
    Look on't again I dare not.                             action.

LADY MACBETH Infirm of purpose!
     Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead
     Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood
     That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
     I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal;
     For it must seem their guilt.

       [Exit. Knocking within]

MACBETH Whence is that knocking?
    How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
    What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
    Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
    Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
    The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
    Making the green one red.

       [Re-enter LADY MACBETH]

LADY MACBETH My hands are of your colour; but I shame
     To wear a heart so white.

       [Knocking within]
                   I hear a knocking
        At the south entry: retire we to our chamber;
        A little water clears us of this deed:
        How easy is it, then! Your constancy                   Lady Macbeth is confident
        Hath left you unattended.                              about how easily they will
                                                               succeed in covering their guilt
                                                               but Macbeth feels the guilt
        [Knocking within]                                      starting to eat away at him
                                                               from within.
                 Hark! more knocking.
        Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
        And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
        So poorly in your thoughts.

MACBETH        To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.

        [Knocking within]

        Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!



SCENE III      Dunsinane. A room in the castle.

        [Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants]

MACBETH Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
    Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
    I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
    Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know                     Macbeth’s behaviour is
    All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:                    now similar to Lady
    'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman                     Macbeth’s in the previous
                                                                        scene. He is wildly
    Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly,                         confident in mind and heart
    false thanes,                                                       as well as unreasonably
    And mingle with the English epicures:                               aggressive.
    The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
    Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.

        [Enter a Servant]

        The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
        Where got'st thou that goose look?

Servant        There is ten thousand--
MACBETH       Geese, villain!

Servant       Soldiers, sir.

MACBETH Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
    Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
    Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
    Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

Servant       The English force, so please you.

MACBETH       Take thy face hence.

       [Exit Servant]

                Seyton!--I am sick at heart,
       When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push
       Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.                    However, underneath
                                                                 the boldness, Macbeth
       I have lived long enough: my way of life                  is in despair for his
       Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;                 future. He is
       And that which should accompany old age,                  nonetheless willing to
                                                                 fight to the death.
       As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
       I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
       Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
       Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!

       [Enter SEYTON]

SEYTON        What is your gracious pleasure?

MACBETH       What news more?

SEYTON        All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.

MACBETH I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
    Give me my armour.

SEYTON        'Tis not needed yet.

MACBETH I'll put it on.
    Send out more horses; skirr the country round;
    Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour.
    How does your patient, doctor?
                                                               In contrast, Lady
Doctor Not so sick, my lord,                                   Macbeth appears to have
       As she is troubled with thick coming fancies,           lost her confidence now
       That keep her from her rest.                            and is suffering from
                                                               afflictions of the mind, in
                                                               the way Macbeth was
MACBETH       Cure her of that.                                earlier.
        Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
        Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
        Raze out the written troubles of the brain
        And with some sweet oblivious antidote
        Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
        Which weighs upon the heart?

Doctor Therein the patient
       Must minister to himself.

MACBETH Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
    Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
    Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
                                                             Macbeth is
    Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast       sympathetic and
    The water of my land, find her disease,                  genuinely concerned
    And purge it to a sound and pristine health,             about his wife, unlike
                                                             her response to him
    I would applaud thee to the very echo,                   earlier in the play.
    That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--
    What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,
    Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

Doctor Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation
       Makes us hear something.

MACBETH Bring it after me.
    I will not be afraid of death and bane,
    Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

Doctor [Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
       Profit again should hardly draw me here.




SCENE IV       Country near Birnam wood.

        [Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD and YOUNG
        LENNOX, ROSS, and Soldiers, marching]
MALCOLM Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
    That chambers will be safe.

MENTEITH We doubt it nothing.

SIWARD        What wood is this before us?

MENTEITH The wood of Birnam.

MALCOLM Let every soldier hew him down a bough
    And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow
    The numbers of our host and make discovery
    Err in report of us.

Soldiers      It shall be done.

SIWARD      We learn no other but the confident tyrant
     Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
     Our setting down before 't.

MALCOLM 'Tis his main hope:
    For where there is advantage to be given,
    Both more and less have given him the revolt,
    And none serve with him but constrained things
    Whose hearts are absent too.

MACDUFF Let our just censures
    Attend the true event, and put we on
    Industrious soldiership.

SIWARD      The time approaches
     That will with due decision make us know
     What we shall say we have and what we owe.
     Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
     But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
     Towards which advance the war.

        [Exeunt, marching]



SCENE V       Dunsinane. Within the castle.
       [Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum
       and colours]

MACBETH Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
    The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strength
    Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie
    Till famine and the ague eat them up:
    Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
    We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
    And beat them backward home.

       [A cry of women within]

                    What is that noise?

SEYTON          It is the cry of women, my good lord.


MACBETH I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
    The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
    To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
    Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
    As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
    Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
    Cannot once start me.

       [Re-enter SEYTON]                                   Macbeth has lost his fear
                                                           because he knows
                                                           nothing worse can
                Wherefore was that cry?                    happen to him than he
                                                           has already done
                                                           himself. This realisation
SEYTON          The queen, my lord, is dead.               has given him chance to
                                                           grieve and reflect on how
MACBETH She should have died hereafter;                    pointless life seems to
    There would have been a time for such a word.
    To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
    To the last syllable of recorded time,
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
    And then is heard no more: it is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.

       [Enter a Messenger]
       Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.

Messenger     Gracious my lord,
      I should report that which I say I saw,
      But know not how to do it.

MACBETH        Well, say, sir.

Messenger     As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
      I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
      The wood began to move.

MACBETH        Liar and slave!

Messenger      Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so:
      Within this three mile may you see it coming;
      I say, a moving grove.

MACBETH If thou speak'st false,
    Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
    Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
    I care not if thou dost for me as much.
    I pull in resolution, and begin
    To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
    That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood
    Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood
    Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
    If this which he avouches does appear,                 The tragic waste of
                                                           Macbeth’s life is clear as
    There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.           he states that he now
    I gin to be aweary of the sun,                         wants to die.
    And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
    Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!
    At least we'll die with harness on our back.


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