- [Announcer] Welcome to the Shakespeare Education Experience Tour's production of "Macbeth."

Today's performance is made possible by our sponsors, the Tennessee Arts Commission, Ingram Charities, and our generous supporters.

This project is part of Shakespeare in American Communities, a program of the National Endowment for the Arts in partnership with Arts Midwest.

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(rain splattering) (thunder rumbles) (drums beating) - When 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.

- [Witches] Fair is foul and foul is fair.

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

- Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

- Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

- Fair is foul, - Hover through the fog - And foul is fair.

- And filthy air.

- Hover through the fog.

(witches chanting) (captain grunts) (lightning rumbles) (drums beating) (thunder rumbling) (drums beating) (captain panting) - What bloody man is that?

- This is the sergeant, who like a good and hearty soldier, fought against my captivity.

Hail, brave friend.

Say to the king the knowledge of the battle as thou didst leave it.

- Doubtful it stood, as two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art.

The merciless Macdonwald from the Western Isles of Irish soldiers is supplied but all's too weak.

For brave Macbeth, disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel, carved out his passage till faced the nave, which ne'er shook hands nor bade farewell to him till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops and fixed his head upon our battlement.

- Oh, valiant cousin, worthy gentleman.

- Mark, King of Scotland, mark.

No sooner justice had with valor armed compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels.

But the Norwegian lord with furbished arms and new supplies of men began a fresh assault.

- Dismayed not this our captains Macbeth and Banquo?

- Yes, as sparrow's eagles or the hare the lion.

If I say sooth, I must report they were as cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they redoubled their strokes upon the foe, but I am faint.

My gashes cry for help.

- So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.

They smack of honor both.

Go, get you surgeons.

(captain grunting) Who comes here?

- The worthy Thane Macduff.

- Whence came thou, worthy thane?

- From Fife, great king, where Norway himself with terrible numbers assisted by that most disloyal traitor, the Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict till that great warrior Macbeth, lapped in proof, confronted him point to point, and to conclude, the victory fell on us.

- Great happiness!

No more the Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.

Go, pronounce his present death, and with his former title, greet Macbeth.

- I'll see it done.

- What he hath lost, the noble Macbeth hath won.

(drums beating) - A drum.

A drum.

(drums beating) - Macbeth doth come.

- So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

(Banquo laughing) - What are these?

So withered and so wild in their attire that look not like the inhabitants of the earth, and yet, are on it?

Live you or are you ought that man may question?

- Speak, if you can.

What are you?

- All hail Macbeth.

- Hail to the thee, Thane of Glamis.

- All hail Macbeth.

- Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor.

- All hail Macbeth that shalt be king hereafter.

- (laughing) Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear things that do sound so fair?

In the name of truth, are you fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly you show?

My noble partner you greet with present grace and great prediction of noble having and a royal hope that he seems rapt withal.

To me you speak not.

If you can look into the seeds of time and say which grains 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.

(witches clapping) - Stay, you imperfect speakers.

Tell me more.

By father'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.

Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence or why upon this blasted heath you stop our way with such prophetic greeting?

Speak, I charge you!

(Macbeth sighs) - Whither are they vanished?

- Into the air.

(laughs) Would they had stayed.

- Were such things here as we do speak about?

(Macbeth laughing) - Your children shall be kings.

- Oh, you shall be king.

- And Thane of Cawdor too.

Went it not so?

- To the self same tune and words.

Who comes here?

- The king has happily received, Macbeth, news of thy success, and we are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks and for an earnest of a greater honor, he bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor!

- What?

Can the devil speak true?

- Glamis and Thane of Cawdor?

The greatest is behind.

Thanks for your pains.

(laughing) Do you not hope your children shall be kings, when those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me promised no less to them?

- But 'tis strange, and oftentimes, to win us to our harms, the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence.

(footsteps tapping) - This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill, cannot be good.

If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success commencing in a truth?

I am Thane of Cawdor!

If good, why do I yield to that horrid suggestion which doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs against the use of nature?

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me without my stir.

Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

(microphone shuffling) (footsteps tapping) (classical music) - Is execution done on Cawdor?

Are not those in my commission yet returned?

- My liege, they are not yet come back, but I spoke with one that saw him die who did report that, very frankly, he confessed his treasons, implored your highness's pardon and set forth a deep repentance.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

- There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust.

(laughing) Worthiest cousin, the sin of my ingratitude even now was heavy on me.

Only I have left to say, more is thy due than more than all can pay.

- The service and the loyalty I owe in doing it pays itself.

- Welcome hither.

I have begun to plant thee and will labor to make thee full of growing!

Sons, kinsmen, thanes, and you whose places are the nearest know, we will establish our estate upon our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name henceforth the Prince of Cumberland!

(group clapping) From hence to Inverness to bind us further to you.

- I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful the hearing of my wife with your approach.

So humbly take my leave.

- Ah, ah.

My worthy Cawdor?

(hands smacking) - The Prince of Cumberland?

That is a step on which I must fall down or else or leap, for in my way it lies.

Stars, hide your fires.

Let not light see my deep and dark desires.

- Come, let's after him, whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.

It is a peerless kinsman.

(laughing) - They have more in them than mortal knowledge.

These wayward sisters saluted me and referred me to the coming on of time with, hail king that shalt be.

This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou might 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 shalt be what thou art promised.

Yet, do I fear thy nature?

It is too full of 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.

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 crowned withal.

What is your tidings?

- The king comes here tonight.

- Thou art mad to say it.

Is not thy master with him, who, were it so, would have informed for preparation?

- So please you, it is true.

Our thane is coming.

- 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 that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose.

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!

(Lady Macbeth squealing) Oh my God, Lord.

(Lady Macbeth whimpers) 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.

(Lady Macbeth laughing) - Never shall sun that morrow see.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters.

Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it.

He that's coming must be provided for, and you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch.

- We will speak further.

- Only look up clear.

To alter favor ever is to fear.

Leave all the rest to me.

(wheels rolling) - This castle hath a pleasant seat.

The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses.

See, see our honored hostess.

- All our service, in every point twice done and then done double were poor and single business to contend against those honors deep and broad where with your majesty loads our house.

- Where's the Thane of Cawdor?

Give me your hand.

Conduct me to mine host.

We love them highly and shall seek to continue our graces towards him.

(Lady Macbeth laughing) (lips smacking) By your leave, hostess.

(rock music) - 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, but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here.

But in these cases, we still have judgment here.

He's here in double trust.

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, strong both against the deed, then, then as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself.

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent but only vaulting ambition which o'er leaps itself and falls on the other.

How now?

What news?

- He has almost supped.

Why have you left the chamber?

- Hath he asked for me?

- Know you not he has?

- We will proceed no further in this business.

- Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself?

Hath it slept since?

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale at what it did so freely?

From this time such I account thy love.

- Prithee, peace.

I dare do all that may become a man.

Who dares do more is none.

- 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.

(Lady Macbeth sighs) 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 plucked my nipple from his boneless gums and dashed 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, his two chamberlains will I, with wine and wassail, so convince that memory shall be a fume, when in swinish sleep, their drenched natures lies 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?

(lips smacking) - 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.

(footsteps tapping) - A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet, I would not sleep.

(insects buzzing) Merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose.

Give me my sword!

Who's there?

- A friend!

(Macbeth laughing) - What, sir?

Not yet at rest?

The king's abed.

He hath been in unusual pleasure.

I dreamt last night of the three wayward sisters.

To you they have shown 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 kindest leisure.

- If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, it shall make honor for you.

- So I shall lose none in seeking to augment it but still keep my bosom franchised and my allegiance clear.

I shall be counseled.

- Good repose the while.

- Thanks, sir.

The like to you.

(ominous music) - Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand?

Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, yet, I see thee still.

Art thou, 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 still, in form as palpable as this which now I draw, a martial'st me the way that I was going and such an instrument I was to use.

There's no such thing!

It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes.

(Macbeth breathing) (clock striking) 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.

- That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold.

What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

Hark.

Peace.

It was the owl that shrieked which gives the sternest good night.

He is about it.

The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores.

I have drugged their possets that death and nature do contend about them whether they live or die.

- [Macbeth] Who's there?

What help?

- Alack, I am afraid they have awaked and 'tis not done.

Hark, I laid their daggers ready.

He could not miss them.

Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done it.

My husband?

- I have done the deed.

Did thou not hear a noise?

- I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.

Did not you speak?

- When?

- Now.

- As I descended?

- Aye.

- This is a sorry sight.

- A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

- One cried, God bless us, and amen, the other, as they had seen me with these hangman's hands.

- Consider it not so deeply.

- But wherefore could I not pronounce 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.

- Me thought I heard a voice cry, sleep no more, to all the house.

- What do you mean?

- Still it cried, sleep no more!

Glamis hath murdered sleep, therefore Cawdor shall, - [Group] Sleep no more.

Macbeth shall sleep no more!

- Who was it that thus cried?

Why, worthy thane, you do unbend your noble strength to think so brain-sickly of things.

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

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.

Look on it again I dare not.

- Infirm of purpose!

(sighs) 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 guild the faces of the grooms withal for it must seem their guilt.

(objects clattering) (Macbeth screaming) (Macbeth panting) - Whence is that knocking?

How is it with me when every noise appalls me?

What hands are here?

(Macbeth laughing) 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 incarnadine, making the green one red!

- My hands are of your color but I shame to wear a heart so white.

(door knocking) There's 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.

(door knocking) Hark, more knocking.

Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts.

- To know my deed it were best not know myself.

Wake Duncan with thy knocking!

I would thou couldst.

(Macbeth crying) - My knocking hath awaked him.

Here he comes.

Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

- Not yet.

- He did command me to call timely on him.

- This is the door.

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

- Goes the king hence today?

- He does.

He did appoint so.

- The night has been unruly.

Where we lay, our chimneys were blown down, and as they say, lamentings heard in the air, strange screams of death.

They say the earth was feverous and did shake.

- 'Twas a rough night.

- Oh, horror.

Horror, horror.

- What's the matter?

- Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke open the Lord's anointed temple and stole thence the life of the building.

- What is it you say?

The life?

- Awake, awake!

Ring the alarm bell.

(bell ringing) Murder and treason.

- What's the business that such a hideous trumpet calls to parlay the sleepers of the house?

Speak, speak.

- Oh gentle lady, 'tis not for you to hear what I can speak.

Oh, Banquo.

Banquo, our royal master's murdered.

- Woe, alas.

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.

Renown and grace is dead.

- What is amiss?

- You are and do not know it.

The head, the spring, the fountain of your blood is stopped.

The very source of it is stopped.

- Your royal father's murdered.

- Oh.

By whom?

- Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done it.

Their hands and faces were all badged with blood.

So were their faces which unwiped we found upon their pillows.

They stared and were distracted.

- Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury that I did kill them.

- [Macduff] Wherefore did you so?

- Who can be wise, amazed, temperate, furious, loyal and neutral in a moment?

No man.

- Help me hence.

- Look to the lady.

- Why do I hold my tongue that most may claim this argument for mine?

- Look to the lady.

Let us meet and question this most bloody piece of business to know it further.

In the great hand of God I stand and thence against the undivulged pretense I fight of treasonous malice.

- So do I.

- [Group] So all!

(contemplative music) - I'll not consort with them.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy.

I'll to England.

There's warrant in that theft which steals itself when there's no mercy left.

(contemplative music) (rock music) - Thou hast it now, king, Cawdor, Glamis, all as the weird women promised.

Yet it was said that it should not stand in thy posterity but that myself should be the root and father of many kings.

If there be some truth from them, as upon thee, Macbeth, then may they not be my oracles as well and set me up in hope?

But hush.

No more.

(rock music) - Here's our chief guest.

- If he had been forgotten, it had been as a gap in our great feast and all thing unbecoming.

- Tonight, we hold a solemn supper, sir, and I'll request your presence.

- Aye, my good lord.

- Ride you this afternoon?

- Aye, my good lord.

- Is it far you ride?

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

- Fail not our feast.

- My lord, I will not.

- Hie you to horse, adieu.

Goes Fleance with you?

- Aye, my good lord.

Our time is called upon.

- I wish your horses swift and sure of foot.

Farewell.

(footsteps tapping) (hands smacking) To be thus is nothing but to be safely thus.

Our fears in Banquo stick deep.

There's none but he whose being I do fear.

He chide the sisters when first they put the name of king upon me and bade them speak to him.

Then, prophet-like, they hailed him father to a line of kings.

For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind, for them the gracious Duncan have I murdered.

To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings?

Rather than so, come fate into the list and champion me to the utterance.

Who's there?

(ominous music) Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

- It was, so please your highness.

- Both of you know Banquo was your enemy?

- True, my lord.

- So is he mine.

- We shall, my lord, perform what you command us.

- Though our lives, - I will advise you where to plant yourselves, the moment on it for it must be done tonight.

I'll come to you anon.

- We are resolved, my lord.

- I'll call upon you straight.

It is concluded.

Banquo, thy soul's flight, if it find heaven, must find it out tonight.

- Naught'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.

How now, my lord.

Why do you keep alone?

Things without all remedy should be without regard.

What's done is done.

- We have scorched the snake, not killed it.

- Come on, gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks.

Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.

- So shall I, love, and so I pray be you.

Let your remembrance apply to Banquo.

- You must leave this.

(Macbeth shouting) - Full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.

Thou know'st Banquo and his son Fleance lives.

- But in them, nature's copy's not eternal.

- There's comfort yet.

They are assailable.

Then be thou jocund.

Ere the bat hath flown his cloistered flight.

There shall be done a deed of dreadful note.

- What's to be done?

- Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, till thou applaud the deed.

Thou marvels at my words but hold thee still.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. Prithee go with me.

(footsteps tapping) - A light, a light.

- 'Tis he.

- How goes the night?

- [Fleance] The moon is down.

- There's husbandry in heaven.

Their candles are all out.

- [Fleance] I take 'tis later, sir.

- It will be rain tonight.

- Let it come down!

(Banquo and murderer grunting) - Oh, treachery!

(murderers and Banquo grunting) (Banquo shouting) Fly, good Fleance.

Fly, fly!

(Banquo groaning) - There is but one down.

The son is fled.

- We've lost best half of our affair.

- Well, let's away and say how much is done.

(rock music) - Ourself will mingle with society and play the humble host.

There's blood on thy face.

- 'Tis Banquo's then.

- Is he dispatched?

- Aye, my lord.

His throat is cut.

That I did for him.

- Thou art the best of the cutthroats, yet he's good that did the like for Fleance.

If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.

- Most royal sir, Fleance is, escaped.

- Then comes my fit again.

I had else been perfect.

But Banquo's safe?

- Aye, my good lord, safe in a ditch he bides with 20 trenched gashes on his head.

- Thanks for that.

Get thee gone.

(footsteps tapping) - My royal lord, you do not give to cheer.

- Sweet remembrancer!

Now, good digestion wait on appetite and health on both.

(Macbeth and Lady Macbeth laughing) (rock music) - Please it your highness to grace us with your royal company?

- The table's full.

- Here's a place reserved, sir.

- Where?

- Here, my good lord.

What is it that moves your highness?

- Which of you have done this?

- What, my good lord?

- Thou canst not say I did it.

Never shake thy gory locks at me.

- Highness is not well.

- Sit, worthy friends.

My lord is often thus and hath been from his youth.

Pray you, keep seat.

The fit is momentary.

Feed and regard him not.

Are you a man?

- Aye, and a bold one that dare look on that which might appall the devil.

- Oh, proper stuff.

This is the very painting of your fear.

This is the air-drawn dagger which you said led you to Duncan.

Shame itself.

Why do you make such faces?

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

- Prithee, see there.

If thou canst nod, speak too.

- What?

Quite unmanned in folly.

- If I stand here, I saw him.

- 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.

Give me wine.

Fill full.

(rock music) I drink to the general joy of a whole table and to our dear friend Banquo, who we miss.

Would he were here.

To all and him we thirst and all to all.

- Our duties and the pledge.

(Macbeth screaming) - And quit my sight!

Let the earth hide thee!

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

'Tis no other.

- Hence, horrible shadow.

Unreal mockery, hence!

(Macbeth sobbing) Why, so, being gone, I am a man again.

Pray you be still.

- You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting with most admired disorder.

- Can such things be?

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 cheek when mine is blanched with fear.

- What sights, my lord?

- Pray you, speak not.

He grows worse and worse.

Question enrages him.

At once, goodnight.

- Goodnight, and better health attend his majesty.

- A kind goodnight to all.

- What is the night?

- Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

- How say'st thou Macduff denies his person at our great bidding?

- Did you send to him, sir?

- I hear it by the way, but I will send.

I will tomorrow to the weird sisters.

More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know by the worst means the worst.

I am in blood stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er.

- You lack the season of all natures.

Sleep.

- We'll to sleep.

My strange and self-abuse is the initiate fear that wants hard use.

We are yet but young in deed.

(Macbeth crying) (rain splattering) (thunder rumbling) (drum beating) - 'Tis time.

- 'Tis time.

- Roundabout the cauldron go in the poisoned entrails throw.

- [Witches] Double, double, toil and trouble.

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

- Filet of a fenny snake in the cauldron boil and bake.

- Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog.

- Adder's fork and blindworm's sting, lizard's leg and howler's wing.

- For a charm of powerful trouble like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

- [Witches] Double, double toil and trouble.

Fire burn and and cauldron bubble.

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

- How now, you secret midnight hags?

What is it you do?

- [Witches] A deed without a name.

- I conjure you by that which you profess.

Answer me to what I ask you.

- Speak.

- Demand.

- We'll answer.

- Say if thou hadst rather hear it from our mouths or from our masters'.

- Call him.

Let me see him.

- Come high or low, thyself and office deftly show.

(thunder rumbling) (rock music) - Tell me thou unknown power.

- He knows thy thought.

Hear his speech but say thou naught.

- Macbeth.

Macbeth, Macbeth.

Beware Macduff.

Beware the Thane of Fife.

Dismiss me.

Enough.

- Whatever thou art, for thy good caution, thanks.

But one word more, - He'll not be commanded.

Here's another more potent than the first.

- Macbeth.

Macbeth, Macbeth.

(rock music) - Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

- Be bloody, bold and resolute.

Laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman-born shall harm Macbeth.

- Then live, Macduff.

What need I fear of thee?

Yet, I'll make assurance double sure and take a bond of fate.

Thou shall not live that I may tell pale hearted fear it lies and sleep in spite of thunder.

(thunder rumbling) (rock music) What's this that rises like the issue of a king and wears upon his baby brow the round and top of sovereignty?

- [Witches] Listen, but speak not to it.

- Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him.

- That shall never be.

Who can impress the forest, bid the tree unfix his earthbound root?

Sweet bodements, good.

Tell me, if your art can tell so much, shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom?

- [Witches] Seek to know no more.

- I will be satisfied!

Deny me this and an eternal curse fall on you.

(witches laughing) Why is this so?

- [Witches] Aye, sir.

All this is so.

(Macbeth crying) - Where are they?

Gone?

(Macbeth groans) Let this pernicious hour stand aye accursed in the calendar.

Come in without there.

- What's your grace's will?

- Saw you the weird sisters?

- No, my lord.

- Came they not by you?

- No indeed, my lord.

- I did hear the galloping of hooves.

Who was it came by?

- 'Tis two or three, my lord, who send you word.

Macduff is fled to England.

- Fled?

To England?

- Aye, my good lord.

- Time, thou anticipates my dread exploits.

The castle of Macduff I will surprise, seize upon Fife, give to the edge of 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.

(Macbeth panting) (footsteps tapping) - Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there, weep our sad bosoms empty.

- Let us rather hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men, bestride our downfallen birthdom.

- What I am truly is thine and my poor country's to command.

Now we'll together, and the chance of goodness be like our warranted quarrel.

- My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

- Sir.

Amen.

- Stands Scotland where it did?

- Alas, poor country.

It cannot be called our mother but our grave.

- [Malcolm] What's the newest grief?

- How does my wife?

- Let not your ears despise my tongue forever, for it shall possess them with the heaviest sounds that ever yet they heard.

Your castle is surprised.

Your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.

- Merciful heaven.

What, man, never pull your hat upon your brows.

Give sorrow words.

The grief that does not speak whispers the overfraught heart and bids it break.

- My children too?

- Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.

- And I must be from thence?

My wife killed too?

- I have said.

- Be comforted.

Let us make medicines of our great revenge to cure this deadly grief.

- He has no children.

All my pretty ones.

Did you say all?

Oh hell-kite!

All?

All my pretty chickens and their dam in 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 take their part?

Heaven rest them now.

- Be this the whetstone of your sword.

Let grief convert to anger.

Blunt not the heart.

Enrage it.

- Oh, I could play the feeling with mine eyes and the braggart with my tongue.

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 escape, heaven forgive him too.

- 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.

(ominous music) - Yet here's a spot.

Out, damned spot.

Out, I say!

One.

Two.

Why then, 'tis time to do it.

Hell is murky.

Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeared?

What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?

Yet who would've thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?

- Do you mark that?

You see her eyes are open.

- Aye, but their sense is shut.

- The Thane of Fife had a wife.

Where is she now?

- What is it she does now?

Look how she rubs her hands.

- This is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus, washing her hands.

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

- What?

Will these hands never be clean?

No more of that, my lord.

No more of that.

You mar all with this starting.

- Go to, 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.

- Yet here's the smell of the blood still.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

(Lady Macbeth sobbing) - This disease is beyond my practice.

Yet I have known those who have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds.

- Wash your hands, put on your nightgown.

Look not so pale.

I tell you yet again, Banquo is buried.

He cannot come out of his grave.

- Even so?

- To bed, to bed.

There's knocking at the gate.

Come, come, come, come.

Give me your hand.

What's done cannot be undone.

To bed, to bed.

To bed.

- More needs she the divine than the physician.

God, God forgive us all.

Look after her.

I think but dare not speak.

- Goodnight, good doctor.

(footsteps tapping) (drums beating) - Revenge is burning us.

- What does the tyrant now?

- Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

Some say he's mad.

Others that lesser hate him do call it valiant fury.

- Now does he feel a secret murder sticking on his hands.

Those he commands move only in command, nothing in love.

Now does he feel his title hang loose about him like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.

- Who could blame his pestered senses to recoil and start when all that is within him does condemn itself for being there?

- Well, march we on.

Meet we the medicine of the sickly wound 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 toward Birnam.

- The mind I sway by and the heart I bear shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.

Where got'st thou that goose look?

- There's 10,000, - Geese, villain?

- Soldiers, sir.

- What, you egg?

- The English force, so please you.

- Take thy face hence.

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

- [Doctor] My king?

- How does your 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 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.

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.

- Let every soldier hew him down a bough and bear it before him.

Thereby shall we shadow the numbers of our host and make discovery err in report of us.

- [Both] It shall be done.

(wheels rolling) (woman crying) - What is that noise?

I have almost forgot the taste of fears.

The time has been my senses would've cooled to hear a night shriek and my fell of hair would, at a dismal treatise, rouse and stir as life were in it.

I have supped full of horrors.

Wherefore was that cry?

- The queen, my lord, is dead.

- She should have died hereafter.

There would've been a time for such a word.

- Gracious my lord, I must report that which I say I saw but know not how to do it.

- Well, say, sir!

- As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look toward Birnam and anon, me thought the wood began to move.

- Liar!

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

Within this three mile may you see it coming.

I say, a moving grove.

- Arm!

Arm and out!

Ring the alarm bell!

(bell ringing) Blow wind, come wrack, at least we'll die with harness on our back.

(Macbeth panting) - Now near enough.

Your leafy screens throw down and show like those you are.

- Make all our trumpets speak and give them breath, those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

- They have tied me to the stake.

I cannot fly, but bear-like, I must fight the course.

What's he that was not born of woman?

Such a one I am to fear or none.

- That way the noise is.

Tyrant, show thy face.

If thou beest slain and with no stroke of mine, my wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.

- We have met with foes that strike beside us.

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

- Turn, hellhound, turn!

- Of all men else I have avoided thee.

But get thee back.

My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.

(Macbeth laughing) - I have no words.

My voice is in my sword.

Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out.

(Macbeth and Macduff grunting) (swords clacking) Back!

- Thou losest labor.

I bear a charmed life which must not yield to one of a woman born.

- Despair thy charm.

Let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

(drums beating) (Macbeth panting) - Accursed be the tongue that tells me so.

I'll not fight with thee.

- Yield then, coward, and live to be the show and gaze of the time.

We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, painted on a pole and there underwrit, 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.

Lay on, Macduff, and damned be him that first cries, hold, enough!

(Macbeth and Macduff shouting) (swords clacking) (Macbeth panting) 'Morrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time.

All our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle.

Life is 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.

(swords clacking) (Macduff and Macbeth grunting) (Macbeth wheezing) (Macbeth laughing) (Macduff shouting) (Macduff panting) - Hail, Malcolm, king, for so thou art.

The time is free.

Hail, King of Scotland.

- [Group] Hail, King of Scotland.

- We shall not spend a large expense of time before we reckon with your severed loves to make us even with you.

This, and what needful else that calls upon us, by the grace of grace, we shall perform in measure, time and place.

So thanks to all at once and to each one whom we invited to see us crowned at Scone.

- [Group] Hail, King of Scotland.

(rock music) (rock music continues) (audience clapping) (audience clapping continues)