| Enter Malcolm and Macduff (ENTER FLOOR RIGHT) | Let us seek out some desolate shade and there weep out sad bosoms empty. (SIT CENTER ON STAGE) |
| Let us rather hold fast the mortal sword and like good men bestride out downdalln birthdom. Each new morn New widows how new orphans cry new sorrows strike heaven on the face that it resounds as if it felt with Scotland, and yelled out like syllable of dolor. | What I believe ill wail and what know believe and as I shall find time to friend I will. What you have spoke may be so perchance this tyrant whose sole name blisters our tongue was once thought honest. you have loved him well. He hath not touched you yet. I am young but something you deserve of him through me and wisdom to offer up a weak poor innocent lamb to appease an angry god. |
| I am not treacherous | But macbeth is. A good and virtuous nature may recoil under an imperial charge. But i crave your pardon. That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose. Angels are bright still thought the brightest fell. Though all things foul where the brows of grace yet grace must still looks so. |
| I have lost my hope | Perchance there where I did find my doubts. why in rawness left you wife and child, those precious motives, those strong knots of love without leave-taking. I pray you let not my jealousies be you dishonor but mine own safeties. You may be rightly just whatever I shall think |
| Bleed, bleed poor country great tyranny lay thou thy basis sure, for goodness dare not check thee. Wear thou thy wrongs the title is afeered fare thee well lord I would not be the vilian that thou thinkst for the whole space thats in the tyrants grasp and the east to boot | Be not offended (GO AFTER MACDUFF) I speak not in absolute fear of you. I think our country sinks beneath the yoke. It weeps, it bleeds, and each day a new wound is added to her gashes. I think withal that hands would be uplifted in my right. And here from gracious England have i offer of goodly thousands. But, for all of this (CROSS BEHIND MACDUFF AND GO ON STAGE), when I tread upon the tyrants head or wear it on my sword yet my poor country shall have more vices than it had before more suffer and sundry ways than ever by him that shall succeed |
| What should he be? | it is myself I mean in whom I know all the particulars of vice so grafted that when they shall be opened black Macbeth will seem as pure as snow and the poor estate esteem him as a lamb being compared with my confineless harms. |
| no in the legion of horrid hell can come a devil more damned in evils to top macbeth | (WHILE SHE IS TALKING GO BEHIND DESK AND GET CHAIR) I grant him bloody luxurious avaricious false deceitful smacking of every sin that has a name. But there is no bottom none to my voluptuousness. (GO AROUND DESK, AND CHOSE A GIRL AND TIP THEIR CHIN) your wives your daughters your matrons and your maids could not (TURN AROUND) fulfill the cistern of my lust and desire that content impediments would overbear that did oppose my will better Macbeth than such a one to reign. (SIT DOWN). |
| Boundless intemperance in nature is a tyranny it hat been the untimely emptying of the happy throne and fall of many kings. But fear not yet to take upon you what is yours. YOu may convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty and yet seem cold the time you may so hoodwink we have willing dames enough there cannot be that vulture in you to devour so many as will to greatness dedicate themselves finding it so inclined | With this there grows in my ill composed affections such a stanchless avarice that were i king i would (ROLL CENTER) cut off the nobles for their land desire his jewels and the others land. And my more having would be as a sauce making me hunger more that i should forge quarells unjust against the good and loyal destroying them for wealth. |
| This avarice sticks deeper grows with more pernicious root than summer seeming list, and it hath been the sword of our slain kings yet do not fear scotland hath foisons to fill up your will of your mere own all these are portable with other graces weighed | (STAND) But i have none the king becoming graces as( SPIN THE CHAIR FASTER AND FASTER AS YOU SAY THIS)justice verity temperance stableness bounty perseverance devotion patience courage fortitude (STOP SPINNING) But i have no relish of them but abound in each division of each several sin acting in many ways. Nay had i power i would pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, uproar the universal peace counfound all unity on earth |
| O scotland scotland | if such a one be fit to govern speak i am as i have spoken (SIT) |
| Fit to govern no not to live o nation miserable with an untitled tyrant bloody sceptered when shalt thou see thy wholesome days again since that the truest issue of thy throne by his own interdiction stands accursed and does blaspheme his breed thy royal father was a most sainted king the queen that bore thee oftner upon her knees than on her feet. died every day she lived fare thee well these evils thou repeatst upon thyself hath banished me from scotland o my breast thy hope ends here | (GO AFTER MACDUFF) Macduff this noble passion child of integrity hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples reconciled my thoughts to thy good truth and honor devilish Macbeth by many of these trains hath sought to win me into his power and modest wisdom plucks me from an overcredulous haste. ( KNEEL) But god above deal between thee and me for even now I lay myself to thy direction and unspeak mine own detraction here abjure these taints and blames I laid upon myself for strangers to my nature. I am yet unknown by woman, never was forsworn, scarcely coveted what was mine own at no time broke my faith would not betray the devil to his fellow. My first false speaking was this upon myself ( STAND) What I am truly is thine and my poor country´s to command. wither indeed before thy here approach the old Siward with ten thousand warlike men already at a point was setting forth. Now well together and the chance of goodness be like our warranted quarrel. Why are silent? |
| Such welcome and unwelcome things at once tis hard to reconcile ENTER A DOCTOR | Well more anon comes the king forth I pray you? |
| Ay sire there are a crew of wretched souls that stay his cure their malady convinces the great assay of art but at his touch sich sanctity hath heaven given his hand they presently admend | I thank you doctor |
| whats the disease he means | (TO CENTER) Tis called the evil a most miraculous work in this good king which often since my here remain in england i have seen him do how he solicits heaven himself best knows but strangely visited people all swolln and ulcerous pitiful to the eye the mere despar of surgery he cures hanging a golden stamp about their necks put on with holy prayers and tis spoken to the succeeding royalty he leaves the healing benediction with this strange virtue he hath a heavenly gift f prophecy and sundry blessings hang about his throne that speak him full of grace |
| ENTER ROSS See who comes here | my countryman but yet i know him not |
| My ever gentle cousin welcome hither | I know him now good god betimes remove the means that makes us strangers |
| o relation too nice and yet too true | whats the newesst grief |
| When i came hither to transport the tidings which i have heavily borne there ran a rumr of many wrthy fellows that were ut which was to my belief witnessed the rather for that i saw the tyrants power afoot now is the time of help your ese in scotland would creat soldiers make our women fight to doff their dire distresses | Be it their comfort we are coming thither gracious england hath lent us good Siward and ten thousand men an older and a better soldier none that Christendom gives out |
| Your castle is surprised your wife and babes savagely slaughtered to relate the manner were on the wuarry of these murdered deer to add the death of you | Merciful heaven what an never pull your hat upon your browns give sorrow words the grief that does not speak whispers the overfraught heart and bids it break |
| I have said | Be comforted ( CROSS STAGE AND PUT HAND ON SHOULDER) Lets make us medicines of our great revenge to cure this deadly grief |
| He has no children all my pretty ones dd you say all o hell kite all what all my pretty chickens and their dam at one fell swoop | dispute it like a man |
| i shall do so but i must also feel it as a man i cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me did heaven look on and would not shake their part sinful macduff they were all struck for thee naught that i am not for their own demerits but for mine fell slaughter n their souls heaven rest them now | ( KNEEL AND PUT HAND ON SHOULDER) Be this the whetstone of your sword let grief convert to anger blunt not the heart enrage it |
| o i could play the woman with mine yes and braggart with my tounge but gentle heavens cut short all intermission front to front bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself within my sword’s length set him if he scape heaven forgive him too | ( GO CENTER) this tune goes manly come go we to the king our power is ready our lack is nothing but our leave Macbeth is ripe for shaking and the powers above put on their instruments receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day (EXIT FOOR LEFT) |
ACT 4 SCENE 3 MACBETH LINES
November 27, 2019