Macbeth by William Shakespeare (top ten books of all time .TXT) š
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King Duncanās closest generals, Macbeth and Banquo, have just defeated two invading armies and the Irish rebel Macdonwald. Out across the misty moor, they encounter three witches who reveal to Macbeth a powerful prophecy: āAll hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!ā They not only claim that Macbeth will eventually become King of Scotland, but that Banquo will father a line of Scottish kingsāthough ominously, Banquo will never be king himself.
This shocking tragedyāa violent caution to those seeking power for its own sakeāis, to this day, one of Shakespeareās most popular and influential masterpieces.
This Standard Ebooks production is based on William George Clark and William Aldis Wrightās 1887 Victoria edition, which is taken from the Globe edition.
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Those of his chamber, as it seemād, had doneāt:
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood;
So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
Upon their pillows:
They stared, and were distracted; no manās life
Was to be trusted with them.
O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
The expedition my violent love
Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
And his gashād stabs lookād like a breach in nature
For ruinās wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
Steepād in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breechād with gore: who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to makeās love known?
Aside to Donalbain. Why do we hold our tongues,
That most may claim this argument for ours?
Aside to Malcolm. What should be spoken here, where our fate,
Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
Letās away;
Our tears are not yet brewād.
Aside to Donalbain. Nor our strong sorrow
Upon the foot of motion.
Look to the lady: Lady Macbeth is carried out.
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
And question this most bloody piece of work,
To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:
In the great hand of God I stand; and thence
Against the undivulged pretence I fight
Of treasonous malice.
Letās briefly put on manly readiness,
And meet iā the hall together.
What will you do? Letās not consort with them:
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. Iāll to England.
To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
Thereās daggers in menās smiles: the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
This murderous shaft thatās shot
Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
But shift away: thereās warrant in that theft
Which steals itself, when thereās no mercy left. Exeunt.
Outside Macbethās castle.
Enter Ross and an old Man. Old ManThreescore and ten I can remember well:
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
Ah, good father,
Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with manās act,
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, ātis day,
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
Isāt nightās predominance, or the dayās shame,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?
āTis unnatural,
Even like the deed thatās done. On Tuesday last,
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawkād at and killād.
And Duncanās horsesā āa thing most strange and certainā ā
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turnād wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending āgainst obedience, as they would make
War with mankind.
They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
That lookād uponāt. Here comes the good Macduff.
Alas, the day!
What good could they pretend?
They were subornād:
Malcolm and Donalbain, the kingās two sons,
Are stolān away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.
āGainst nature still!
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own lifeās means! Then ātis most like
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
He is already named, and gone to Scone
To be invested.
Carried to Colmekill,
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.
Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
Godās benison go with you; and with those
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! Exeunt.
Forres. The palace.
Enter Banquo. BanquoThou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promised, and, I fear,
Thou playādst most foully forāt: yet it was said
It should not stand in thy posterity,
But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from themā ā
As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shineā ā
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.
If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all-thing unbecoming.
To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
And Iāll request your presence.
Let your highness
Command upon me; to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
For ever knit.
We should have else desired your good advice,
Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
In this dayās council; but weāll take to-morrow.
Isāt far you ride?
As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
āTwixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
We hear, our bloody cousins are bestowād
In England and in Ireland, not confessing
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,
When therewithal we shall have cause of state
Craving us jointly. Hie
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