go to link He examines its many layers of illusion and interprets its linguistic turns and echoes, arguing that the earliest surviving text isan adaptation, perhaps carried out by Shakespeare himself in collaboration with Thomas Middleton. This fully annotated edition reconsiders textual and staging problems, appraises past and present critical views, and represents a major contribution to our understanding of Macbeth.
Droits d'auteur. The tragedy of Macbeth William Shakespeare Affichage d'extraits - In this fully annotated edition, Brooke investigates the great appeal of the play's use of illusion, relating its changing theatrical fortunes to changes within society and in theatrical conditions. Offering a fresh reconsideration of textual problems, the book makes a major contribution to our understanding of the play within aesthetic history.
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The like36 to you. Get thee to bed. Art thou not, fatal vision,42 sensible43 To feeling as44 to sight? I see thee yet, in form49 as palpable50 he draws his own dagger As this which now I draw. I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon56 gouts57 of blood, Which was not so before. Whiles I threat,81 he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. The bell invites84 me. Hear it not,85 Duncan, for it is a knell86 That summons thee to87 heaven, or to hell. Hark, peace. He6 is about it.
I have drugged their possets,11 That12 death and nature13 do contend about them,14 Whether they live or die. What, ho! The attempt and not the deed Confounds17 us. Macbeth I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? Macbeth When? Lady Macbeth Now. Macbeth As I descended? Macbeth Hark. Lady Macbeth Donalbain. I stood and heard them. But they did say their prayers, and addressed them28 Again to sleep.
Lady Macbeth There are two lodged29 together. Lady Macbeth These deeds must not be thought After 37 these ways. So,38 it will make us mad. Macbeth shall sleep no more. Why, worthy Thane, You do unbend47 your noble strength, to think So brainsickly48 of things. They must lie there. Go carry them, and smear The sleepy 50 grooms with blood. I am afraid to think what I have done. This consisted of the really big pieces. The sleeping and the dead Are but as52 pictures.
What hands are here? Ha: they pluck out mine eyes. No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas60 incarnadine,61 Making the green one62 red. A little water clears68 us of this deed. How easy69 is it then? Your constancy70 Hath left you unattended. Get on your nightgown,72 lest occasion call us,73 And show us to be watchers. If 2 a man3 were porter of Hell gate, he should have old4 turning the key.
O, come in, equivocator. Here you may roast19 your goose. What 22 are you? But this place23 is too cold for Hell. Porter Marry, sir, nose painting,31 sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes. It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. But I requited39 him40 for his lie and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs41 sometime, yet I made a shift42 to cast43 him. Here he comes. Lennox Good morrow, noble sir.
Macbeth Good morrow, both. Macbeth Is the king stirring, worthy Thane? Not yet. I have almost slipped46 the hour.
This is the door. Macbeth He does. He did appoint52 so. Lennox The night has been unruly. The obscure bird59 Clamored60 the livelong night. Tongue65 nor heart cannot conceive66 nor name thee. The life? Lennox Mean you his Majesty? See, and then speak yourselves. Ring the alarum bell. Murder and treason! Banquo and Donalbain! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,79 To countenance80 this horror!
Ring the bell! Speak, speak. Lady Macbeth Woe, alas. What, in our house? Banquo Too cruel87 anywhere. Malcolm O, by whom? So were their daggers, which unwiped we found Upon their pillows. They stared, and were distracted. Macbeth O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. Macbeth Who can be wise, amazed, temperate, and furious, Loyal, and neutral, in a moment?
No man. Can this be accidental? Can it not be meaningful? Lady Macbeth fainting Help me hence, ho! Malcolm aside to Donalbain Why do we hold our tongues, that most may claim This argument for ours?
Our tears are not yet brewed. Fears and scruples shake us. Well contented. Donalbain To Ireland, I. The near in blood, the nearer bloody. Ross Alas, the day, What good 23 could they pretend? Will you31 to Scone? Ross Well, I will thither. Adieu, Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
Ross to Old Man Farewell, father. Yet it was said It 5 should not stand in thy posterity, But that myself should be the root6 and father Of many kings. But hush, no more. Lady Macbeth If he had been forgotten, 11 It had been as a gap in our great feast,12 And all thing13 unbecoming. Macbeth Ride17 you this afternoon? Banquo Ay, my good lord. Go not my horse the better,25 I must become a borrower 26 of the night For a dark hour or twain. Banquo My lord, I will not.
Hie you to horse. Adieu, Till you return at night. We will keep39 ourself till suppertime alone. While then,40 God be with you! Attend those men Our pleasure? Macbeth Bring them before us. Upon my head they placed a fruitless60 crown, And put a barren scepter61 in my grip, Thence to be wrenched with62 an unlineal63 hand, No son of mine succeeding. For them the gracious68 Duncan have I murdered, Put rancors69 in the vessel 70 of my peace Only for them, and mine eternal jewel71 Given to the common72 enemy of man,73 To make them kings, the seeds74 of Banquo kings!
Murderer 1 It was, so please your Highness. Macbeth Well then, now Have you considered of 78 my speeches? Macbeth I did so, and went further, which is now Our point93 of second meeting. Murderer 1 We are men, my liege. And so of men. Macbeth Both of you know Banquo was your enemy. Both Murderers True, my lord. And thence it is, That I to your assistance do make love, Masking the business from the common eye For sundry weighty reasons. We shall, my lord, Murderer 2 Perform what you command us.
Murderer 1 Though our lives — Macbeth interrupting Your spirits shine through you. Resolve yourselves apart. Both Murderers We are resolved, my lord. Servant Ay, madam, but returns again tonight. Lady Macbeth Say to the king, I would attend1 his leisure For a few words. Servant Madam, I will. Why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies7 your companions making, Using8 those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on?
Better be with the dead, Whom we,21 to gain our peace,22 have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Treason has done his worst: nor 25 steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further. Lady Macbeth Come on. Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.
Let your remembrance29 apply to Banquo. You must leave this. Macbeth Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,47 Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling48 night, Scarf 49 up the tender50 eye of pitiful 51 day, And with thy bloody and invisible52 hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond53 Which keeps me pale! But hold thee still. Things bad61 begun62 make strong themselves63 by ill. Murderer 3 Macbeth. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day. Banquo within Give us a light there, ho!
But he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk. Banquo It will be rain tonight. Murderer 1 loudly Let it come down. Thou mayst revenge. Banquo dies. Lords Thanks to your Majesty. Macbeth Ourself will mingle with society4 And play 5 the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state,6 but in best time We will require7 her welcome.
Be large12 in mirth. That I did for him. If thou didst it, Thou art the nonpareil. I had else been perfect, Whole as the marble,20 founded21 as the rock,22 As broad and general23 as the casing24 air. Get thee gone. The feast is sold37 That is not often vouched. To feed41 were best at home. From thence,42 the sauce to43 meat is ceremony. Lennox Here is a place reserved, sir. Macbeth looking Where? Lennox Here, my good lord. Macbeth Which of you have done this? Lords What, my good lord? Macbeth to Ghost Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Ross Gentlemen, rise. His Highness is not well. My lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat. Upon a thought 58 He will again be well. This is the air drawn64 dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan. Why do you make such faces? Behold — look — lo, how say you? Why, what care I? If charnel houses71 and our graves must send Those that we bury back, our monuments72 Shall be the maws73 of kites.
Macbeth aside If I stand here, I saw him. Lady Macbeth Fie,75 for shame. This is more strange 85 Than such a murder is. Lady Macbeth My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack 80 you. Macbeth I do forget. Come, love and health to all. Would he were here. Lords Our84 duties, and the pledge. Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold. Lady Macbeth Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom. Only it spoils89 the pleasure of the time.
Macbeth to Ghost What man dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged90 Russian bear, The armed91 rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan92 tiger — Take any shape but that! Or be alive again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword. If trembling I inhabit94 then, protest95 me The baby of a girl. Being gone, I am a man again. Lady Macbeth You have displaced97 the mirth, broke the good meeting,98 With most admired disorder. Ross What sights, my lord? He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him. At once, good night. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
Lennox Good night. And better health Attend his Majesty. Lady Macbeth A kind good night to all.
They say, blood will have blood. Stones have been known to move and trees to speak. Lady Macbeth Did you send to him, sir? Macbeth I hear it by the way. 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. My strange and self abuse Macbeth Is the initiate fear that wants hard use. Hecat Have I not reason, beldams2 as you are, Saucy 3 and overbold? And, which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son,11 Spiteful12 and wrathful, who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you. But make amends13 now.
Thither he Will come to know his destiny. Your vessels15 and your spells provide, Your charms and every thing beside. I am for16 the air. My little spirit,27 see, Sits in a foggy 28 cloud, and stays for me. Only, I say, Things have been strangely borne. Men must not walk too late. Who cannot want7 the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain 10 To kill their gracious father? Did he not straight In pious9 rage the two delinquents tear,10 That were the slaves of drink and thralls11 of sleep? Was not that nobly done? So should Fleance. Sir, can you tell Where he bestows18 himself?
Lord The son of Duncan, 19 From whom this tyrant holds the due20 of birth, Lives in the English court, and is received Of 21 the most pious Edward22 with such grace That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes23 from his high respect. And this report Hath so exasperate the king that he Prepares for some attempt32 of war. Witch 2 Thrice and once the hedge pig4 whined. In the poisoned entrails throw. All Double, double toil12 and trouble. Witch 2 Fillet14 of a fenny15 snake, In the cauldron boil and bake.
For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell broth boil and bubble. All Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Double, double toil and trouble. I commend38 your pains. And now about39 the cauldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put40 in. Open, locks, Whoever knocks! All A deed without a name. Witch 1 Speak. Witch 2 Demand. Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
Apparition 1 Macbeth! Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Thou hast harped68 my fear aright. But one word more — Witch 1 He will not be commanded. Second Apparition rises: a bloody Child Apparition 2 Macbeth! Apparition 2 Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born 80 Shall harm Macbeth. What need I fear of thee?
Thou71 shalt not live, 85 That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder. Third Apparition rises: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand What is this That rises like the issue of a king, And wears upon his baby brow the round And top72 of sovereignty? Sweet bodements,77 good.
All Seek to know no more. Deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. And what noise85 is this? Witch 3 Show! A third is like the former. A fourth. Start,95 eyes! What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Another yet! A seventh! And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass Which shows me many more, and some I see That97 two-fold balls98 and treble scepters99 carry: Horrible sight. But why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Macbeth Saw you the weyard sisters? Lennox No, my lord. Macbeth Came they not by you? Lennox No indeed, my lord. I did hear The galloping of horse. Macbeth Fled to England? Lennox Ay, my good lord. Macbeth aside Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done. No boasting like a fool. But no more sights. Come, bring me where they are. Ross You must have patience, madam. When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. Ross You know not Whether it was his wisdom or his fear. He loves us not, He wants the natural touch.
Ross My dearest coz,7 I pray you, school8 yourself. Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward To what they were before. Ross I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, It would be my disgrace and your discomfort. And what will you do now? How will you live? Son As birds do, mother. Son With what I get,17 I mean. And so do they. Poor birds they are not set for. How wilt thou do for a father? Son Nay, how will you do for a husband? Son Was my father a traitor, mother? Son What is a traitor?
Son And be all traitors that do so? Son And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? Son Who must hang them? But how wilt thou do for a father? If you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new 60 father. I am not to you known, Though in28 your state of honor29 I am perfect. To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage. I have done no harm. But 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 that womanly41 defense, To say I have done no harm?
Son Thou liest, thou shag eared45 villain! Murderer 1 What, you 46 egg! Son He has killed me, mother. Run away, I pray you! What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. This tyrant, whose sole name14 blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest. You have loved him well. Malcolm But Macbeth is. Though all things foul would24 wear the brows 25 of grace, Yet grace must still look so. Why in that rawness29 left you wife and child, Those precious motives,30 those strong knots of love, Without leave-taking? You may be rightly just, Whatever I shall think. I think our country sinks beneath the yoke.
It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds. Malcolm I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden,54 malicious, smacking 55 of every sin That has a name. Better Macbeth Than such an one to reign. It hath been The untimely 61 emptying of the happy throne And fall62 of many kings. But fear not yet To take upon you what is yours. We have willing dames67 enough. There cannot be That vulture in you, to devour so many As will to greatness68 dedicate themselves, Finding it69 so inclined.
All these are portable,80 With other graces weighed. Nay, had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar 89 the universal90 peace, confound All unity on earth. I am as I have spoken. No, not to live. O nation miserable, With an untitled91 tyrant bloody sceptered, When shalt thou see thy wholesome92 days again, Since that the truest93 issue of thy throne By his own interdiction94 stands accursed, And does blaspheme his breed?
O my breast, Thy hope ends here. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste. But God above Deal between thee and me — for even now I put myself to thy direction, and Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. There are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure. Their malady convinces The great assay of art, but at his touch, Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, They presently amend.
I thank you, doctor. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows. But strangely visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers. But yet I know him not. Malcolm I know him now. Good God, betimes remove The means that makes us strangers!
Ross Sir, amen.