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    Macbeth
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    Macbeth

    By William Shakespeare

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    Macbeth is among the best-known of William Shakespeare's plays, and is his shortest tragedy, believed to have been written between 1603 and 1606. It is frequently performed at both amateur and professional levels, and has been adapted for opera, film, books, stage and screen. Often regarded as archetypal, the play tells of the dangers of the lust for power and the betrayal of friends. For the plot Shakespeare drew loosely on the historical account of King Macbeth of Scotland by Raphael Holinshed and that by the Scottish philosopher Hector Boece. There are many superstitions centred on the belief the play is somehow "cursed", and many actors will not mention the name of the play aloud, referring to it instead as "The Scottish play".
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWilliam Shakespeare
    Release dateApr 5, 2016
    ISBN9788892561830
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare was an English poet, playwright, and actor. He is widely regarded as the greatest dramatist in the English language. Shakespeare is often called England’s national poet and the “Bard of Avon.”  

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      Macbeth - William Shakespeare

      Act I

      SCENE I. A desert place.

      Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches

      First Witch

      When shall we three meet again

      In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

      Second Witch

      When the hurlyburly's done,

      When the battle's lost and won.

      Third Witch

      That will be ere the set of sun.

      First Witch

      Where the place?

      Second Witch

      Upon the heath.

      Third Witch

      There to meet with Macbeth.

      First Witch

      I come, Graymalkin!

      Second Witch

      Paddock calls.

      Third Witch

      Anon.

      ALL

      Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

      Hover through the fog and filthy air.

      Exeunt

      SCENE II. A camp near Forres.

      Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant

      DUNCAN

      What bloody man is that? He can report,

      As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

      The newest state.

      MALCOLM

      This is the sergeant

      Who like a good and hardy soldier fought

      'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!

      Say to the king the knowledge of the broil

      As thou didst leave it.

      Sergeant

      Doubtful it stood;

      As two spent swimmers, that do cling together

      And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—

      Worthy to be a rebel, for to that

      The multiplying villanies of nature

      Do swarm upon him—from the western isles

      Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;

      And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,

      Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:

      For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name—

      Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,

      Which smoked with bloody execution,

      Like valour's minion carved out his passage

      Till he faced the slave;

      Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,

      Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,

      And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

      DUNCAN

      O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

      Sergeant

      As whence the sun 'gins his reflection

      Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,

      So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come

      Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:

      No sooner justice had with valour arm'd

      Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,

      But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,

      With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men

      Began a fresh assault.

      DUNCAN

      Dismay'd not this

      Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

      Sergeant

      Yes;

      As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.

      If I say sooth, I must report they were

      As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they

      Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:

      Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,

      Or memorise another Golgotha,

      I cannot tell.

      But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

      DUNCAN

      So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;

      They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.

      Exit Sergeant, attended

      Who comes here?

      Enter ROSS

      MALCOLM

      The worthy thane of Ross.

      LENNOX

      What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look

      That seems to speak things strange.

      ROSS

      God save the king!

      DUNCAN

      Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

      ROSS

      From Fife, great king;

      Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky

      And fan our people cold. Norway himself,

      With terrible numbers,

      Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

      The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;

      Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,

      Confronted him with self-comparisons,

      Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.

      Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,

      The victory fell on us.

      DUNCAN

      Great happiness!

      ROSS

      That now

      Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:

      Nor would we deign him burial of his men

      Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch

      Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

      DUNCAN

      No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive

      Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,

      And with his former title greet Macbeth.

      ROSS

      I'll see it done.

      DUNCAN

      What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.

      Exeunt

      SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

      Thunder. Enter the three Witches

      First Witch

      Where hast thou been, sister?

      Second Witch

      Killing swine.

      Third Witch

      Sister, where thou?

      First Witch

      A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,

      And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:—

      'Give me,' quoth I:

      'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.

      Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:

      But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

      And, like a rat without a tail,

      I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

      Second Witch

      I'll give thee a wind.

      First Witch

      Thou'rt kind.

      Third Witch

      And I another.

      First Witch

      I myself have all the other,

      And the very ports they blow,

      All the quarters that they know

      I' the shipman's card.

      I will drain him dry as hay:

      Sleep shall neither night nor day

      Hang upon his pent-house lid;

      He shall live a man forbid:

      Weary se'nnights nine times nine

      Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:

      Though his bark cannot be lost,

      Yet it shall be tempest-tost.

      Look what I have.

      Second Witch

      Show me, show me.

      First Witch

      Here I have a pilot's thumb,

      Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

      Drum within

      Third Witch

      A drum, a drum!

      Macbeth doth come.

      ALL

      The weird sisters, hand in hand,

      Posters of the sea and land,

      Thus do go about, about:

      Thrice to thine and thrice to mine

      And thrice again, to make up nine.

      Peace! the charm's wound up.

      Enter MACBETH and BANQUO

      MACBETH

      So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

      BANQUO

      How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these

      So wither'd and

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