The Tragedy Of Macbeth

1 Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.
2 LADY MACBETH.
3 “They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the
4 perfect’st report they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I
5 burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air,
6 into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came
7 missives from the King, who all-hailed me, ‘Thane of Cawdor’; by which
8 title, before, these Weird Sisters saluted me, and referred me to the
9 coming on of time, with ‘Hail, king that shalt be!’ This have I thought
10 good to deliver thee (my dearest partner of greatness) that thou
11 might’st not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what
12 greatness is promis’d thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.”
13 Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
14 What thou art promis’d. Yet do I fear thy nature;
15 It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness
16 To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great;
17 Art not without ambition, but without
18 The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
19 That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
20 And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou’dst have, great Glamis,
21 That which cries, “Thus thou must do,” if thou have it;
22 And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
23 Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
24 That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,
25 And chastise with the valour of my tongue
26 All that impedes thee from the golden round,
27 Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
28 To have thee crown’d withal.
29 Enter a Messenger.
30 What is your tidings?
31 MESSENGER.
32 The King comes here tonight.
33 LADY MACBETH.
34 Thou’rt mad to say it.
35 Is not thy master with him? who, were’t so,
36 Would have inform’d for preparation.
37 MESSENGER.
38 So please you, it is true. Our thane is coming.
39 One of my fellows had the speed of him,
40 Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
41 Than would make up his message.
42 LADY MACBETH.
43 Give him tending.
44 He brings great news.
45 [_Exit Messenger._]
46 The raven himself is hoarse
47 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
48 Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
49 That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
50 And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
51 Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
52 Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse,
53 That no compunctious visitings of nature
54 Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
55 Th’ effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
56 And take my milk for gall, your murd’ring ministers,
57 Wherever in your sightless substances
58 You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,
59 And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell
60 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
61 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
62 To cry, “Hold, hold!”
63 Enter Macbeth.
64 Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor!
65 Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
66 Thy letters have transported me beyond
67 This ignorant present, and I feel now
68 The future in the instant.
69 MACBETH.
70 My dearest love,
71 Duncan comes here tonight.
72 LADY MACBETH.
73 And when goes hence?
74 MACBETH.
75 Tomorrow, as he purposes.
76 LADY MACBETH.
77 O, never
78 Shall sun that morrow see!
79 Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
80 May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
81 Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
82 Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
83 But be the serpent under’t. He that’s coming
84 Must be provided for; and you shall put
85 This night’s great business into my dispatch;
86 Which shall to all our nights and days to come
87 Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
88 MACBETH.
89 We will speak further.
90 LADY MACBETH.
91 Only look up clear;
92 To alter favour ever is to fear.
93 Leave all the rest to me.
94 [_Exeunt._]