Macbeth (1997) - full transcript

In eleventh century Scotland, three witches foretell that Macbeth will become King, while Banquo will beget Kings. Macbeth accordingly has King Duncan slain, and is duly crowned in his place. But that's where his problems really begin...

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[intro music]

[crows cawing]

[swords clanging]

[soldiers screams]

[screams]

[crowd cheering]

[laughing and chanting]

where shall we three
meet again?

In thunder, lightning
or in rain?

When the hurly-burly'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.

Fair is foul,

and foul is fair.

Hover through the fog
and filthy air.

A foul and fairer day
I have not seen.

How far is it to Forres?

[witch] Come.

[laughs]

What are these? So withered
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.

Speak if you can.
What are you?

All hail, Macbeth.

Hail to thee, thane of Glamis.

All hail, Macbeth.

Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor.

All hail Macbeth,

that shall be king hereafter.

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 favors nor your hate.

Hail.

Hail.

Hail.

Lesser than Macbeth,
and greater.

Not so happy.

Yet, much happier.

Thou shalt get kings,
though thou be none.

So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

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 greetings?

Speak.
I charge you.

[eerie interlude]

The earth hath bubbles,
as the water has,

and these are of them.

Whither are they vanish'd?

Into the air?

And what seem'd corporal melted
as breath on the wind.

[scoffs] Would they had stay'd!

[chuckles]

Were such things here
as we do speak about?

Or have we eaten
on the insane root

that takes the reason prisoner?

Your children shall be kings.

You shall be king.

And thane of Cawdor too,
went it not so?

To the selfsame tune and words.

[crow cawing]

They met me in the day
of success,

and I have learned by the
perfect disreport

they have more in them than
mortal knowledge.

When I burnt 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!"

What, can the devil speak true?

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 thou 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.

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."

Oh, hie thee hither,

That I may pour my spirits
in thine ear,

and chastise with the
valor of my tongue

all that impedes thee
from the golden round,

which fate and metaphysical aid
doth seem to have

thee crown'd withal. [giggles]

[knocking on door]

What?

Is your tidings?

The king comes here tonight.

[laughs] Thou'rt mad to say it.

Is not thy master with him?

Who, were't so, would have
inform'd for preparation.

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.

Give him tending,

he brings great news.

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!'

[exhales sharply] Great Glamis.

[Lady Macbeth] 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.

My dearest love,

Duncan comes here tonight.

And when goes hence?

Tomorrow, as he purposes.

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.

Hm-hm.

He that is coming
must be provided for,

and you shall put this night's
great business into my dispatch

which shall, for all our nights
and days to come,

give solely sovereign sway
and masterdom.

We will speak further.

Only look up clear.

To alter favor ever,
is to fear.

Leave all the rest to me.

[birds chirping]

This castle hath
a pleasant seat,

the air nimbly and sweetly
recommends itself

unto our gentle senses.

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--

Hmm.

Where they most breed and
haunt, I have observed,

The air is delicate.

[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.

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. [laughing]

Fair and noble hostess,
we are your guest tonight.

[chuckles] 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.

Give me your hand,

Conduct me to mine host.

we love him highly, and shall
continue our graces towards him.

By your leave, hostess.

[Duncan] No, we will establish
our estate

upon our eldest, Malcolm.

[man] Sweno, the Norway's king,
craves composition,

nor would we deign him
burial of his men,

till he disbursed at
Saint Colme's inch

-ten thousand...
-[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.

But here, upon this bank
and shoal of time,

we'll 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,

hall 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.

[Banquo] There if I grow,
the harvest is your own.

[Duncan] My plenteous joys,

wanton in fullness, seek to hide
themselves in drops of sorrow.

[Ross] And, to conclude,
the victory fell on us.

How now! what news?

He has almost supp'd.
Why have you left the chamber?

-Hath he ask'd for me?
-Know you not he has?

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.

Was the hope drunk
wherein you dress'd yourself?

Hath it slept since?

And wakes it now,
to look so green and pale

on 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?

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, yet you would make both.

They have made themselves,

but 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.

If we should fail?

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 limbic 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?

Who dares receive it other,

as we shall make our griefs and
clamor roar upon his death?

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.

How goes the night, boy?

The moon is down,
I have not heard the clock.

And she goes down at twelve.

-I take't, 'tis later, sir.
-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! [door opens]

Give me my sword.

Who's there?

[Macbeth] A friend.

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,

by the name of most kind
hostess,

and shut up
in measureless content.

Being unprepared,

our will became the servant
to defect,

which else should
free have wrought.

[Banquo] All's well.

I dreamt last night
of the three weird sisters.

To you they have
show'd some truth.

I think not of them.

Yet, when we can entreat an hour
to serve,

we would spend it in some words
upon that business,

if you would grant the time.

At your kind'st leisure.

If you shall cleave to my
consent, when 'tis,

it shall make honor for you.

So I lose none in seeking
to augment it,

but still keep my bosom
franchised and allegiance clear,

I shall be counsell'd.

Good repose the while!

Thanks, sir.
The like to you!

[thunder rumbling]

Go bid thy mistress,

when my drink is ready,
[thunder]

She strike upon the bell.

Get thee to bed.

[thunder roars]

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?

I see thee yet,
in form as palpable

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,

hear not my steps,
which way they walk,

for fear 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.

[bell rings]

[inhales] 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.

[rolling thunder]

[panting]

[laughs]

That which hath made them drunk
hath made me bold,

[laughs] What hath quench'd them

hath given me fire.
[owl hoots]

Hark!

Peace!

It was the owl that screeched,

the fatal bellman, which gives
the stern'st good-night.

He is about it,

the doors are open,

and the surfeited grooms

do mock their charge
with snores.

[ominous music]

[Duncan snoring]

[witch] Sleep no more.

[Lady Macbeth shrieks]

[Macbeth] Who's there? what, ho!

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.

[footsteps approaching]

My husband!

[breathing heavily]
I have done the deed.

Didst thou not hear a noise?

I heard the owl scream
and the crickets cry.

Did not you speak?

-When?
-Now.

-As I descended?
-Aye.

Hark!
Who lies i' the second chamber?

[Lady Macbeth] Donalbain.

This is a sorry sight.

A foolish thought,
to say a sorry sight.

There's one did laugh in's
sleep, and one cried, "Murder!"

That they did wake each other.
I stood and heard them.

But they did say their prayers,

and address'd them again
to sleep.

There are two lodged together.

One cried "God bless us!"
"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.

But wherefore could not
I say, "Amen"?

I had most need of blessing,
and "Amen" stuck in my throat.

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 has murder'd sleep."

The innocent sleep, sleep that
knits up the ravell'd sleeve

of care,

the death of each day's life,
sore labor's bath,

balm of hurt minds,
great nature's second course,

chief nourisher in life's feast.

What do you mean?

Still it cried, "Sleep no more!"

"Glamis hath murder'd sleep,

and therefore Cawdor
shall sleep no more.

Macbeth shall sleep no more."

Who was it that thus cried?

Huh? Why, worthy thane, you do
unbend your manly strength,

to think so brainsickly
of things.

Go get some water, and wash this
filthy witness from your hands.

Why did you bring these daggers
from the place?

They must lie there.

Go, carry them! And smear
the sleepy grooms with blood.

I'll go no more. I am afraid
to think what I have done.

To look on't again I dare not.

Infirm of purpose!

\N
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.

[thunder rolling]

[both scream]

Whence is that knocking?

How is't with me,
when every noise appalls me?

What hands are here?

\N
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.

[panting]

My hands are of your color,

yet I shame to wear a heart
so white.

[knocking on door]

[breathing heavily] [chuckles]
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
hath left you unattended.

[knocking on door]
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.

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

[knocking continues]

Wake Duncan with thy knocking!

I would thou couldst!

[knocking]

[groans]

[groans]

[porter] Anon, anon!

I pray you, remember the porter,
sir.

Was it so late, friend, ere you
went to bed,

that you do lie so late?

'Faith sir, we were carousing
till the second cock,

and drink, sir, is a great
provoker of three things.

What three things does drink
especially provoke?

[porter] Marry, sir,
nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

Lechery, sir, it provokes,
and unprovokes,

it provokes the desire, but it
takes away the performance.

therefore, much drink
may be said

to be an equivocator
with lechery,

it makes him,
and it mars him.

It sets him on,
and it takes him off,

it persuades him,
and disheartens him,

makes him stand to,
and not stand to.

In conclusion,

equivocates him in a sleep, and,
giving him the lie, leaves him.

I believe drink gave thee
the lie last night.

That it did, sir,

i' the very throat on me,

but I requited him for his lie,
and, I think,

being too strong for him, though
he took up my legs sometime,

yet I made a shift to cast him.

Is thy master stirring?

Our knocking has awaked him.
Here he comes.

[Macduff]
Good morrow, noble sir.

Good morrow, both.

Is the king stirring,
worthy thane?

Not yet.

He did command me to call timely
on him.

I have almost slipp'd the hour.

I'll bring you to him.

I know this is a joyful trouble
to you, but yet 'tis one.

The labor we delight in
physics pain.

This is the door.

I'll make so bold to call,
for 'tis my limited service.

Goes the king hence to-day?

He does, he did appoint so.

The night has been unruly.

Where we slept,
our chimneys were blown down.

And, as they say, lamentings
heard i' the air,

strange screams and...

O horror, horror, horror!

Tongue nor heart cannot conceive
nor name thee!

Some say the earth was feverous
and did shake.

'Twas a rough night.

My young remembrance
cannot parallel a fellow to it.

[Lennox] What's the matter?

Confusion now hath made
his masterpiece!

Most sacrilegious murder
hath broke ope

the Lord's anointed temple,

and stole thence the life
o' the building!

What is 't you say? The life?

Mean you his majesty?

Approach the chamber and destroy
your sight with a new Gorgon.

Do not bid me speak.
See, and then speak yourselves.

Awake, awake!

Ring the alarum-bell.
Murder and treason!

Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm!
Awake!

Shake off this downy
sleep, death's counterfeit,

and look on death itself!

Up, up,
and see the great doom's image!

Malcolm! Banquo!
As from your graves rise up,

and walk like sprites
to countenance this horror!

Ring the bell!

What's the business,

that such a hideous trumpet
calls to parley

the sleepers of the house?
Speak!

Speak!

[Macduff] O gentle lady,
'tis not for you to hear

what I can speak.

The repetition in a woman's ear,
would murder as it fell.

O Banquo, Banquo,
our royal master 's murder'd!

What, in our house?

Too cruel anywhere.

Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict
thyself and say it is not so.

Had I but died
an hour before this chance,

I had lived a blessed time.

For, from this instant, there 's
nothing serious in mortality.

All is but toys,
renown and grace is dead.

The wine of life is drawn
and the mere lees

is left this vault...

to brag of.

[Donalbain] What is amiss?

[Macbeth]
You are, and do not know't.

The spring, the head,
the fountain of your blood

is stopp'd. The very source
of it is stopp'd.

[Macduff]
Your royal father 's murder'd.

O, by whom?

Those of his chamber,
as it seem'd, had done 't.

Their hands and faces
were an badged with blood,

so were their daggers, which,
unwiped,

we found upon their pillows.

They stared,
and were distracted,

no man's life was to be trusted
with them.

O, yet I do repent me
of my fury,

that I did kill them.

Wherefore did you so?

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 gash'd stabs look'd like
a breach in nature,

for ruin's wasteful entrance.

There, the murderers,

steep'd in the colors
of their trade,

their daggers
unmannerly breech'd with gore

who could refrain, that had
a heart to love,

and in that heart,
courage to make's love known?

Ho, help me hence!

Why do we hold our tongues,

that most may claim
this argument for ours?

What should be spoken
here, where our fate,

hid in an auger-hole, may rush,
and seize us?

Let's away,
our tears are not yet brew'd.

Nor our strong sorrow
upon the foot of motion.

Look to the lady.

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 pretense I fight

of treasonous malice.

-[Macduff] And so do I.
-[all] So all.

[Macbeth] Let's briefly put on
manly readiness,

and meet i' the hall together.

[all] Well contented.

What will you do?

Let's not consort with them.

To show an unfelt sorrow
is an office

which the false man does easy.

I'll to England.

To Ireland, I.

Our separated fortune shall keep
us both the safer,

where we are, there's daggers
in men's smiles,

the near in blood,
the nearer bloody.

[Malcolm] This murderous shaft
that's 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,

there's warrant in that theft
which steals itself,

when there's no mercy left.

How goes the world, sir, now?

Why, see you not?

Is't known who did
this more than bloody deed?

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Alas, the day!
What good could they pretend?

They were suborn'd.

Malcolm and Donalbain,
the king's two sons,

are stol'n away and fled,

which puts upon them
suspicion of the deed.

[scoffs] 'Gainst nature still!

Thriftless ambition, that wilt
ravin up thine own life's means!

Then 'tis most like
the sovereignty

will fall upon Macbeth.

He is already named, and gone
to Scone to be invested.

Where is Duncan's body?

Carried to Colmekill,

the sacred storehouse
of his predecessors,

and guardian of their bones.

Will you to Scone?

No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

Well, I will thither.

Well, may you see things
well done there.

Adieu!

Lest our old robes
sit easier than our new!

[Macduff]
Your royal father's murder'd.

O, by whom?

[bell ringing]

[Banquo]
Thou hast it now,

king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
as the weird women promised.

And, I fear, thou play'dst
most foully for't.

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
them, as upon thee, Macbeth,

their speeches shine...

Why, by the verities on thee
made good,

may they not be my oracles
as well,

and set me up in hope?

Here's our chief guest.

Had he been forgotten,

it had been as a gap
in our great feast,

and all-thing unbecoming.

[Macbeth] To-night we hold a
solemn supper sir,

and I'll request your presence.

Let your highness
command upon me,

to the which my duties are
with a most indissoluble tie

forever knit.

Ride you this afternoon?

Aye, my good lord.

We should have else desired
your good advice,

which still hath been
both grave and prosperous

in this day's council,

but we'll take to-morrow.
Is't far you ride?

As far, my lord, as will fill up
the time 'twixt this and supper,

go not my horse the better,

I must become a borrower of the
night for a dark hour or twain.

Fail not our feast.

My lord, I will not.

We hear our bloody cousins are
bestow'd in England and 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 thee to horse.

Adieu, till you return at night.

Goes Fleance with you?

Aye, my good lord.

Our time does call upon's.

I wish your horses swift
and sure of foot,

and so I do commend you
to their backs.

Farewell.

Let every man be master
of his time till seven at night,

to make society
the sweeter welcome,

we will keep our self
till supper-time,

alone.

While then, God be with you!

Sirrah, a word with you.

Attend those men our pleasure?

They are, my lord,
without the palace gate.

Bring them before us.

To be thus is nothing,
but to be safely thus.

Our fears in Banquo stick deep,

and in his royalty of nature

reigns that
which would be fear'd.

'Tis much he dares.

And, to that dauntless temper
of his mind,

he hath a wisdom that doth guide
his valour to act in safety.

There is none but he whose being
I do fear.

And under him my genius
is rebuked,

as it is said Mark Antony's
was by Caesar.

He chid the sisters when first

they put the name of king
upon me,

and bade them speak to him.

Then, prophet-like, hey hail'd
him father to a line of kings.

Upon my head they placed
a fruitless crown,

and put a barren scepter
in my grip.

Thence to be wrench'd
with an unlineal hand,

No son of mine succeeding.

If 't be so, for Banquo's issue
have I filed my mind,

for them the gracious Duncan
have I murder'd,

put rancors in the vessel
of my peace

Only for them.

And mine eternal jewel
given to the common enemy

of man, to make them kings,

the seed of Banquo kings!

Rather than so,
come fate into the list.

and champion me
to the utterance!

Who's there?

Now go to the door,
and stay there till we call.

Is Banquo gone from court?

Aye, madam,
but returns again to-night.

Say to the king,
I would attend his leisure...

for a few words

Madam, I will.

How now, my lord!

Why do you keep alone?

Things without all remedy
should be without regard,

what's done is done.

We have scorch'd the snake,
not kill'd it.

She'll close and be herself,

whilst our poor malice remains
in danger of her former tooth.

But let the frame of things
disjoint,

both the worlds suffer.

Ere we will eat our meal in fear

and sleep in the affliction
of these terrible dreams

that shake us nightly.

Better be with the dead,

whom we, to gain our peace,
have sent to peace,

than on the torture of the mind
to lie in restless ecstasy.

Duncan is in his grave.

After life's fitful fever
he sleeps well,

treason has done his worst.

Nor steel, nor poison, malice
domestic, foreign levy, nothing

can touch him further.

Come on.

Gentle my lord,
sleek o'er your rugged looks,

be bright and jovial
among your guests to-night.

So shall I, love.
And so, I pray, be you.

Let your remembrance
apply to Banquo.

Present him eminence,
both with eye and tongue.

You must leave this.

O, full of scorpions is my mind,

dear wife!

Thou know'st that Banquo
and his Fleance lives.

But in them
nature's copy's not eterne.

There's comfort yet.
They are assailable.

What's to be done?

Be innocent of the knowledge,
dearest chuck,

till thou applaud the deed.

Come, seeling night,

scarf up the tender eye
of pitiful day,

And with thy bloody
and invisible hand,

cancel and tear to pieces that
great bond which keeps me pale!

Light thickens.

And the crow makes wing
to the rooky wood.

Good things of day begin
to droop and drowse,

while night's black agents
to their preys do rouse.

Thou marvell'st at my words,
but hold thee still.

Things bad begun
make strong themselves by ill.

So, prithee, go with me.

But who did bid
thee join with us?

Macbeth.

He needs not our mistrust

since he delivers our offices
and what we have to do.

Then stand with us.

Give us a light there, ho!

There will be rain tonight.

[First Murderer shouts]
Let it come down!

[Banquo] Treachery!
[dramatic music]

[fighting sounds]
[horse neighs]

[Banquo] Fly, good Fleance,
fly, fly, fly!

[Banquo] Fly, fly, fly!

[Banquo]
Thou mayst revenge.

[dramatic music builds]
[shouting]

O slave!

[dramatic music peaks]

[crowd sounds]

You know your own degrees,
sit down.

At first and last
the hearty welcome.

Thanks to your majesty.

Ourself will mingle with society
and play the humble host.

[lords laugh]

Our hostess keeps her state.

But in best time we
will require her welcome.

Pronounce it for me, sir,
to all our friends.

For my heart speaks
they are welcome.

[Macbeth] See, they encounter
thee with their hearts' welcome.

Both sides are even.

Here I'll sit in the midst.

Be large in mirth.

Anon we'll drink a measure
the table round.

[lords chatter]

There's blood upon thy face.

'Tis Banquo's then.

'Tis better thee without
than he within.

Is he dispatched?

My lord, his throat is cut,
that I did for him.

Thou art the best
of the cut-throats.

Yet he's good that did
the like for Fleance.

[Macbeth] If thou didst it.

Thou art the nonpareil.

Most royal sir...

Fleance escaped.

[internal monologue]
Then comes my fit again.

I had else been perfect.

Whole as the marble,
founded as the rock.

As broad and general
as the casing air.

But now I am cabined,
cribbed, confined, bound in

to saucy doubts and fears.

But Banquo's safe?

[First Murderer]
Ay, my good lord.

Safe in a ditch he bides.

With twenty trenched gashes
on his head.

The least a death to nature.

Thanks for that.

Get thee gone.

Tomorrow we'll hear,
ourselves, again.

[crowd chatter]

[Lady Macbeth] My royal lord,
you do not give the cheer.

the feast is sold
that is not often vouched.

While 'tis a-making,
'tis given with welcome.

to feast were best at home;

From thence the sauce to meat
is ceremony.

[Lady Macbeth]
Meeting were bare without it.

Sweet remembrancer!

Now, good digestion
wait on appetite.

And health on both!

[Lennox]
May it please your highness sit.

Here had we now
our country's honor roofed,

Were the graced person
of our Banquo present.

Who may I rather
challenge for unkindness

than pity for mischance!

His absence, sir,
lays blame upon his promise.

Please it your highness to grace
us with your royal company.

The table's full.

[Lennox]
Here is a place reserved, sir.

-Where?
-Here, my good lord.

[dramatic beats]

[dramatic music builds]

[haunting music]

Which of you have done this?

What, my good lord?

Thou canst not say I did it.

Never shake thy
gory locks at me!

[Ross] Gentlemen, rise.
His highness is not well.

[Lady Macbeth]
Sit, worthy friends.

[stammers]

My lord is often thus.

And hath been from his youth.

[Lady Macbeth]
Pray you, keep seat.

The fit is momentary.

Upon a thought he will
again be well.

If much you note him...

You shall offend him
and extend his passion.

Feed, and regard him not.

[gasps]

-[Lady Macbeth] Are you a man?
-Ay, and a bold one.

That dare look on that
which might appall the devil.

[Lady Macbeth]
O proper stuff!

This is the very painting
of your fear.

This is the air-drawn dagger
which, you said

led you to Duncan.

[breathing heavily]

[Lady Macbeth]
O, these flaws and starts.

Impostors to true fear,
would well become

a woman's story
at a winter's fire

authorized by her grandam.

Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces?

[sobbing]

When all's done,
you look but on a stool.

Prithee, see there!
Behold! Look! Lo!

How say you?

Why, what care I?
If thou canst nod, speak too.

[Macbeth breathing heavily]

If charnel-houses and our graves

must send those
that we bury back.

Our monuments shall be
the maws of kites.

Quite unmanned in folly?

If I stand here, I saw him.

Fie, for shame!

[heavy breathing]

The times have been, that,
when the brains were out

the man would die.

And there an end,
but now they rise again.

Twenty mortal murders
on their crowns

and push us from our stools.

[Lady Macbeth]
My worthy lord...

Your noble friends do lack you.

I do forget.

Do not muse at me,
my most worthy friends.

I have a strange infirmity,
which is...

Nothing, to those that know me.

Come...

Love and health to all,
Then I'll sit down.

Give me a drink.

Fill full.

I drink to the general joy
of the whole table.

And to our dear friend Banquo,
whom we miss.

Would he were here!

To all, and him, we thirst.

And all to all.

Our duties, and the pledge.

[dramatic beat]

[Macbeth]
Avaunt! And quit my sight!

Let the earth hide thee!

[Macbeth] Thy bones are
marrowless, thy blood is cold.

Thou hast no speculation
in those eyes

which thou dost glare with!

[suspenseful music]

Think of this, good peers,
but as a thing of custom.

'Tis no other.

Only it spoils the pleasure
of the time.

What man dare, I dare.

Approach thou like
the rugged Russian bear.

The armed rhinoceros,
or the Hyrcan tiger.

Take any shape but that...

And my firm nerves
shall never tremble.

Or be alive again.

And dare me to the desert
with thy sword.

If trembling I inhabit then...

[Macbeth]
Protest me the baby of a girl.

Hence, horrible shadow!

Unreal mockery, hence!

I am a man again.

Pray you, sit still.

You have displaced the mirth.

[Lady Macbeth]
Broke the good meeting.

With a most admired disorder.

[Macbeth]
Can such things be...

And overcome us like
a summer's cloud

without our special...

Wonder?

You make me strange.

Even to the disposition
that I owe.

When now I think you can
behold such sights.

And keep the natural ruby
of your cheeks.

When mine is blanched with fear.

What sights, my lord?

[Lady Macbeth]
I pray you, speak not.

He grows worse and worse.

Question enrages him.

At once, good night.

Stand not upon the order
of your going, but go at once.

Good night, and better health
attend his majesty!

It will have blood, they say.

Blood will have blood.

Stones have been known to move
and trees to speak.

Augurs and understood relations
have by maggot-pies

and choughs and rooks...

brought forth
the secretest man of blood.

[soft music playing]

What is the night?

Almost at odds with morning,
which is which.

How sayest thou,
that Macduff denies his person

at our great bidding?

Did you send to him, sir?

I hear it by the way.

But I will send.

[Macbeth]
There's not a one of them...

but in his house
I keep a servant fee'd.

I will tomorrow,
and betimes I will...

To the weird sisters.

More shall they speak.

For now I am bent to know,
by the worst means...

The worst.

For mine own good,
all causes shall give way.

For I am in blood
stepped in so far

that, should I wade no more.

Returning were as tedious
as go o'er.

[Macbeth]
Strange things I have in head...

That will to hand.

Which must be acted ere
they may be scanned.

You lack the season
of all natures...

[Lady Macbeth]
Sleep.

Come, we'll to sleep.

My strange and self-abuse
is the initiate fear...

That wants hard use.

We are yet but young in deed.

[first witch] Thrice the brinded
cat hath mewed.

Thrice and once
the hedge-pig whined.

Harpier cries
"'Tis time, 'tis time."

Round about the cauldron go.

In...

The poisoned entrails throw.

Toad.

That under cold stone
days and nights has thirty-one.

Poisoned venom sleeping got.

Boil thou first...

In the charmed pot.

[all three witches]
Double, double toil and trouble.

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

[water bubbling]

Fillet of a fenny snake.

In the cauldron boil and bake.

Eye of newt.

Toe of frog.

Wool of bat and tongue of dog.

Adder's fork
and blind-worm's sting.

Lizard's leg and owlet's wing.

For a charm of powerful trouble.

Like a hell-broth
boil and bubble.

[all three witches]
Double, double toil and trouble

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

[second witch sighs]

Scale of dragon.

Tooth of wolf.

Witches' mummy.

Maw and gulf of
the ravined salt-sea shark.

Root of hemlock
digged in the dark.

Liver of blaspheming Jew.

Gall of goat...

And slips of yew.

Silvered in the moon's eclipse.

Nose of Turk.

And Tartar's lips.
[witches gasp and laugh]

Finger of birth-strangled babe

ditch-delivered by a drab.

Make the gruel thick and slab.

Add hereto a tiger's chaudron.
[second witch shrieks]

For the ingredients
of our cauldron.

Double, double toil and trouble.

[all three witches]
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

[witches clapping]
[ominous music]

[water bubbling]

Cool it with a baboon's blood.

Then the charm is firm and good.

By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes.

[second witch]
Open, locks, whoever knocks!

How now, you secret,
black, and midnight hags!

What is't you do?

[second witch]
A deed without a name.

I conjure you,
by that which you profess.

Howe'er you come to know it,
answer me.

[Macbeth]
Though you untie the winds.

Let them fight
against the churches.

[shouting]
Answer me to what I ask you.

[first witch]
Speak.

-[second witch] Demand.
-[third witch] We'll answer.

[first witch] Say, if thou'dst
rather hear it from our mouths

or from our masters?

Call 'em.
Let me see 'em.

Pour in sow's blood that
hath eaten her nine farrow.

Grease that's sweaten
from the murderer's gibbet...

Throw into the flame.

[all three witches]
Come, high or low.

Thyself and office deftly show!

Tell me, thou unknown power.

He knows thy thought.

Hear his speech,
but say thou nought.

[first apparition]
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

Beware Macduff.

Beware the thane of Fife.

Dismiss me.
Enough.

[first witch]
Here's another...

More potent than the first.

[second apparition]
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

Be bloody, bold, and resolute.

Laugh to scorn the power of man.

For none of woman born
shall harm Macbeth.

[third apparition]
Be lion-mettled, proud.

and take no care
who chafes, who frets

or where conspirers are.

Macbeth shall never
vanquished be

until Great Birnam wood
to high Dunsinane hill

Shall come against--

[witches]
Seek to know no more.

I will be satisfied.

Deny me this and
an eternal curse fall on you!

Let me know!

-[first witch] Show!
-[second witch] Show!

-[third witch] Show!
-[all three] Show his eyes.

And grieve his heart.

[all three witches]
Come like shadows, so depart!

[roaring transition]

[Macbeth] Thou art too like
the spirit of Banquo.

Down!

Thy crown does sear
mine eyelids.

And thy hair...

Thou other gold-bound brow,
is like the first.

A third is like the former.

Filthy hags!

Why do you show me this?

A fourth!

Start, eyes!

What, will the line stretch out
to the crack of doom?

Another yet!

A seventh! I'll see no more.

And yet the eighth appears

who bears a glass
which shows me many more.

and some I see that two-fold
balls and treble scepters carry.

Horrible sight!
Now, I see, 'tis true.

For the blood-boltered
Banquo smiles upon me

and points at them for his.

What, is this so?

[thunderous transition]

Ay, sir, all this is so.

Why stands Macbeth
thus amazedly?

Come, sisters,
cheer we up his sprites.

[first witch] And show the best
of our delights.

That this great king
may truly say

our duties did his welcome pay.

Where are they?

Gone?

Who was it came by?

'Tis two or three,
my lord, bring you word

Macduff is fled to England.

Fled to England!

Ay, my good lord.

[Macbeth internal monologue]
Time...

thou anticipates
my dread exploits.

The flighty purpose
never is o'ertook

unless the deed go with it.

From this moment the very
firstlings of my heart shall be

the firstlings of my hand.

And even now,
to crown my thoughts with acts

be it thought and done.

The castle of Macduff
I will surprise.

Seize upon Fife
give to the edge o' the sword

his wife, his babes,
and all unfortunate souls

that trace him in his line.

No boasting like a fool;.

This deed I'll do
before this purpose cool.

[dog barking]

[Lady Macduff] What had he
done to make him fly the land?

You must have patience, madam.

[Lady Macduff] He had none.

His flight was madness.

When our actions do not,
our fears do make us traitors.

You know not Whether it was
his wisdom or his fear.

[Lady Macduff] Wisdom?

To leave his wife...

To leave his babes?

His mansion and his titles
in a place

from whence himself does fly?

He loves us not.

He wants the natural touch.

For the poor wren, the most
diminutive of birds, will fight.

Her young ones in her nest,
against the owl.

All is the fear
and nothing is the love.

As little is the wisdom,
when the flight

so runs against all reason.

My dearest coz, I pray you,
school yourself.

but for your husband,
he is noble, wise, judicious.

And best knows
the fits o' the season.

I dare not speak much further.

But cruel are the times
when we are traitors

and do not know ourselves.

When we hold rumor
from what we fear.

Yet know not what we fear.

But float upon a wild
and violent sea

each way and move

I take my leave of you.

Shall not be long
but I'll be here again.

Things at the worst will cease.

Or else climb upward
to what they were before.

My pretty cousin...

Blessing upon you!

Fathered he is,
and yet he's fatherless.

I am so much a fool,
should I stay longer.

It would be my disgrace
and your discomfort.

I take my leave at once.

[flute music]

Was my father a traitor, mother?

Ay, that he was.

What is a traitor?

Why, one that swears and...

Lies.

And be all traitors that do so?

Every one that does so is a
traitor, and must be hanged.

And must they all be
hanged that swear and lie?

Every one.

Who must hang them?

Why, the...

honest men.

Then the liars
and swearers are fools.

For there are liars
and swearers enough

to beat the honest men
and hang up them.

Now, God help thee, poor monkey!

But how wilt thou do
for a father?

[flute music]

Bless you, fair dame!
I am not to you known

Though in your state of honor
I am perfect.

I doubt some danger
does approach you nearly.

If you will take a homely man's
advice, be not found here.

[messenger]
Hence, with your little ones.

Heaven preserve you!
I dare abide no longer.

Whither should I fly?

I have done no harm.

I remember now...

I am in this earthly world.

Where to do harm
is often laudable.

To do good sometime
accounted dangerous folly.

Why then, alas, do I put up
this womanly defense

to say I have done no harm?

[dramatic music]

[music intensifies]

Where is your husband?

I hope, in no place
so unsanctified Where such

as thou mayst find him.

[dramatic flute music]

[Lady Macduff screaming]

[wind howls]

[thunder rumbling]

[sighs]

I have two nights
watched with you

but can perceive
no truth in your report.

[sighs]

When was it she last walked?

Since his majesty
went into the field

I have seen
her rise from her bed...

throw her night-gown upon her,
unlock her closet

take forth paper, fold it

write upon it, read it,
afterwards seal it

and again return to bed.

Yet all this while
in a most fast sleep.

A great perturbation in nature.

To receive at once
the benefit of sleep

and do the effects of watching!

[sighing]
In this slumbery agitation

besides her walking
and other actual performances.

What, at any time,
have you heard her say?

That, sir, which I will not
report after her.

You may to me.

And 'tis most meet you should.

Neither to you nor any one

having no witness to
confirm my speech.

[gentlewoman]
Lo you, here she comes!

[gentlewoman]
This is her very guise.

[gentlewoman]
Upon my life, fast asleep.

[gentlewoman]
Observe her, stand close.

How came she by that light?

[gentlewoman]
Why, it stood by her.

She has it by her continually,
'tis her command.

You see, her eyes are open.

[gentlewoman]
Ay, but their sense is shut.

What is it she does now?

Look, how she rubs her hands.

[gentlewoman] It is
an accustomed action with her

to seem thus washing her hands.

I have seen her continue in
this a quarter of an hour.

[Lady Macbeth]
Yet here's a spot.

[doctor] She speaks.

I will set down
what comes from her.

To satisfy my remembrance
more strong.

Out, damned spot!

Out, I say!

[tuts]

One...

Two...

Why, then, 'tis time to do it.

Hell is murky!

Fie, my lord, fie!

A soldier, and afeard?

What need we fear who knows it

when none can call
our power to account?

[moans]

But who would have
thought the old man...

To have had
so much blood in him.

Do you mark that?

What, will these hands
ne'er be clean?

No more of that, my lord,
no more o' that!

You mar all with this starting.

Go to!

You have known
what you should not.

She has spoke
what she should not

I am sure of that.

Heaven knows what she has known.

[sniffs hands]
[tuts]

Here's the smell of blood again.
[sighs]

[sighs and tuts]
Oh!

[breathing heavily]

All the perfumes of Arabia

will not sweeten
this little hand.

What a sigh is there!

I would not have such a heart
in my bosom

for the dignity
of the whole body.

Well, well, well.

Pray God it be, sir.

[gasps from fright]

Oh.

Wash your hands...

Put on your nightgown...

Look not so pale.

I tell you yet again.

Banquo's buried...

And he cannot come out
on's grave.

Even so?

To bed, to bed!

Will she go now to bed?

[gentlewoman]
Directly.

[doctor]
Foul whisperings are abroad.

Unnatural deeds do breed
unnatural troubles.

Infected minds to their
deaf pillows

will discharge their secrets.

More has she need the divine
than the physician.

[doctor] Oh God,
God forgive us all!

Look after her.

-Good night.
-Good night, good doctor.

[suspenseful music]

Cousins.

I hope the days are near at hand
that chambers will be safe.

We doubt it nothing.

What wood is this before us?

[Menteith]
The wood of Birnam.

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.

[soldier]
It shall be done.

We learn no other
but the confident tyrant

Keeps still in Dunsinane

and will endure
our setting down before it.

'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.

Let our just censures
attend the true event

and put we on
industrious soldiership.

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!

[war drums]

[drumming continues]

[crowd noises]

[sounds of men digging
and shouting]

[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
all mortal consequence

have pronounced me thus.

'Fear not, Macbeth,
no man that's born of woman

shall e'er have power
upon thee.'

Then fly, false thanes.

And mingle with
the English epicures.

The mind I sway by
and the heart I bear

shall never sag with
doubt nor shake with fear.

The devil damn thee black.

Thou cream-faced loon!

Where got'st thou
that goose look?

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

-Soldiers, sir.
-Go prick thy face.

And over-red thy fear,
thou lily-livered 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.

Take thy face hence.

[Macbeth] Seyton!

I am sick at heart
when I behold.

Seyton, I say!

This push Will cheer me ever,
or disseat me now.

I have lived long enough.

My way of life is fallen
into the sear.

The yellow leaf.

And that which should
accompany old age, as...

honor.

Love.

Obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have.

But, in their stead.

Curses.

Not loud but deep.

Mouth-honor.

Breath, which the poor heart
would fain deny, and dare not.

Seyton!

What is your gracious pleasure?

What news more?

All is confirmed, my lord,
which was reported.

I'll fight till from my
bones my flesh be hacked.

Give me mine armor.

'Tis not needed yet.

I'll put it on.

Send out more horses,
skirr the country round.

Hang those that talk of fear.

Give me mine armor.

[Macbeth]
How does thy patient, doctor?

Not so sick, my lord

as she is troubled with
thick coming fancies

that keep her from her rest.

Cure her of that.

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 stuffed bosom of
that perilous stuff

which weighs upon the heart?

Therein the patient
must minister to himself.

Throw physic to the dogs,
I'll none of it.

Come, put mine armor on.

Give me my staff.

Seyton, send out.

Doctor, the thanes fly from me.

Come, sir, dispatch.

If thou couldst, doctor...

Cast the water of my land,
find her disease.

And purge it to a sound
and pristine health.

I would applaud thee to the very
echo that should applaud again.

Pull it off, I say.

What rhubarb, cyme,
or what purgative drug

would scour these English hence?

Hear'st thou of them?

Ay, my good lord.

Your royal preparation
makes us hear something.

Bring it after me.

I will not be afraid
of death and bane.

Till Birnam forest
come to Dunsinane.

Were I from Dunsinane
away and clear.

Profit again should
hardly draw me here.

English power is near
led on by Malcolm.

His uncle Siward
and the good Macduff.

Revenges burn in them.

For their dear causes would to
the bleeding and the grim alarm

excite the mortified man.

Near Birnam wood
shall we meet them

that way are they coming.

Who knows if Donalbain
be with his brother?

For certain, sir, he is not.

I have a file of all the gentry.

Siward's son is there,
and many unrough youths

that even now protest
their first of manhood.

What does the tyrant?

Great Dunsinane
is strongly fortified.

Some say he's mad.

Others that lesser hate him
do call it valiant fury.

But, for certain

he cannot buckle his distempered
cause Within the belt of rule.

March we on to give obedience
where 'tis truly owed.

Meet we the medicine
of a sickly weal.

And with him pour we in our
country's purge each drop of us.

Or so much as it needs

to dew the sovereign flower
and drown the weeds.

Make we our march
towards Birnam.

[somber violin]

Nought's had.

All's spent.

Where our desire is got
without content.

'Tis safer to be that
which we destroy.

Than by destruction dwell
in doubtful joy.

[woman screaming]

What is that noise?

It is the cry of women,
my good lord.

I have almost forgot
the taste of fears.

The time has been my senses
would have cooled

to hear a night-shriek.

[laughs]

And my fell of hair would
at a dismal treatise rouse

and stir as life were in it.

I have supped full with horrors.

Direness...

Familiar to my slaughterous
thoughts cannot once start me.

Wherefore was that cry?

The queen, my lord, is dead.

She should have died hereafter.

There would have been a time
for such a word.

Tomorrow.

And tomorrow.

And tomorrow 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.

Thou comest to use thy tongue.

Thy story quickly.

Gracious my lord.

I should report that
which I say I saw.

But know not how to do it.

Well, say, sir.

[messenger] As I did stand
my watch upon the hill

I looked toward Birnam.

and anon methought
the wood began to move.

Liar and slave!

Let me endure your wrath,
if it be not so.

Within this three mile
may you see it coming.

I say, a moving grove.

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.

[shouting]
Arm, arm, and out!

If this which he
avouches does appear...

There is no flying
hence nor tarrying here.

I gin to be aweary of the sun.

And wish the estate of
the world were now undone.

[shouting]
Ring the alarum-bell!

Blow, wind! Come, wrack!

At least we'll die
with harness on our back.

[triumphant music]

[music continues]

[music intensifies]
[soldiers yell]

[yelling intensifies]

[battle sounds]

[dramatic music]

[battle sounds]

They tied me to
a stake I cannot fly.

But, bear-like,
I must fight the course.

What's he that was
not born of woman?

Such a one am I to fear,
or none.

[battle sounds continue]

-What is thy name?
-Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

No, that thou call'st thyself
a hotter name than any in hell.

My name's Macbeth.

The devil himself could
not pronounce a title

more hateful to mine ear.

No, nor more fearful.

Thou liest, abhorred tyrant.

With my sword I'll prove
the lie thou speak'st.

[Young Siward yells]

[swords clashing]

[yells]

[gasps in pain]

Thou wast born of woman.

Swords I smile at,
weapons laugh to scorn.

Brandished by man
that's of a woman born.

That way the noise is.

Tyrant, show thy face!

If thou be'st slain
and with no stroke of mine

my wife and children's ghosts
will haunt me still.

I cannot strike
at wretched kerns

whose arms are hired
to bear their staves.

Either thou, Macbeth.

Or else my sword with
an unbattered edge

I sheathe again undeeded.

There thou shouldst be.

By this great clatter, one of
greatest note seems bruited.

Let me find him, fortune!

And more I beg not.

[dramatic music]

[soldiers shouting]

Castle's gently rendered.

The tyrant's people
on both sides do fight.

The noble thanes
do bravely in the war.

The day almost itself
professes yours.

And little is to do.

We have met with foes
that strike beside us.

[Siward]
Enter, sir, the castle

[crows caw]
[drums sounding]

Why should I play the Roman
fool and die on mine own sword?

Whiles I see lives,
the gashes do better upon them.

Turn, hell-hound, turn!

Of all men else
have I avoided thee.

But get thee back!

My soul is charged enough
with blood of thine already.

[Macduff] I have no words.

My voice is in my sword.

Thou bloodier villain than
terms can give thee out!

[swords clashing]
[moans of effort]

Thou losest labor.

As easy mayst thou
the intrenchant air

with thy keen sword
impress as make me bleed.

[swords slice through air]
[moans with effort]

Let fall thy blade
on vulnerable crests.

I bear a charmed life.

Which must not yield
to one of woman born.

[Macduff] Despair thy charm.

And let the angel whom thou
still hast served tell thee

Macduff was from his mother's
womb untimely ripped.

Accursed be the tongue
that tells me so.

For it hath cow'd my
better part of man!

And be these juggling
fiends no more believed.

That palter with us
in a double sense.

That keep the word of
promise from our ear.

And break it to our hope.
I'll not fight with thee.

Then yield thee, coward.

And live to be the gaze
and show o' the time.

We'll have thee,
as our rarer monsters are.

Painted on a pole and underwrit.

[growls]
[Macbeth yells]

'Here may you see the tyrant.'

I will not yield.

To kiss the ground before
young Malcolm's feet.

And to be baited with
the rabble's curse.

Though Birnam wood be come to
Dunsinane and thou opposed.

Being of no woman born.

Yet I will try the last.

Before my body...

I lay my warlike shield.

Lay on, Macduff.

And damned be him that first
cries, 'Hold, enough!'

[dramatic music]
[swords clashing]

[Macbeth yelling]

[yells in pain]

[music intensifies]

[moans in pain]

[shrieks in pain]

[moaning continues]

[Lady Macbeth voice over]
Hie thee hither.

[closing credits music]