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-The Tragedie of Macbeth
-
-Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
-
-Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
-
-  1. When shall we three meet againe?
-In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine?
-  2. When the Hurley-burley's done,
-When the Battaile's lost, and wonne
-
-   3. That will be ere the set of Sunne
-
-   1. Where the place?
-  2. Vpon the Heath
-
-   3. There to meet with Macbeth
-
-   1. I come, Gray-Malkin
-
-   All. Padock calls anon: faire is foule, and foule is faire,
-Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Secunda.
-
-Alarum within. Enter King Malcome, Donalbaine, Lenox, with
-attendants,
-meeting a bleeding Captaine.
-
-  King. What bloody man is that? he can report,
-As seemeth by his plight, of the Reuolt
-The newest state
-
-   Mal. This is the Serieant,
-Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought
-'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;
-Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,
-As thou didst leaue it
-
-   Cap. Doubtfull it stood,
-As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
-And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
-(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
-The multiplying Villanies of Nature
-Doe swarme vpon him) from the Westerne Isles
-Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd,
-And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
-Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:
-For braue Macbeth (well hee deserues that Name)
-Disdayning Fortune, with his brandisht Steele,
-Which smoak'd with bloody execution
-(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,
-Till hee fac'd the Slaue:
-Which neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
-Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth' Chops,
-And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements
-
-   King. O valiant Cousin, worthy Gentleman
-
-   Cap. As whence the Sunne 'gins his reflection,
-Shipwracking Stormes, and direfull Thunders:
-So from that Spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
-Discomfort swells: Marke King of Scotland, marke,
-No sooner Iustice had, with Valour arm'd,
-Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heeles,
-But the Norweyan Lord, surueying vantage,
-With furbusht Armes, and new supplyes of men,
-Began a fresh assault
-
-   King. Dismay'd not this our Captaines, Macbeth and
-Banquoh?
-  Cap. Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
-Or the Hare, the Lyon:
-If I say sooth, I must report they were
-As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
-So they doubly redoubled stroakes vpon the Foe:
-Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
-Or memorize another Golgotha,
-I cannot tell: but I am faint,
-My Gashes cry for helpe
-
-   King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds,
-They smack of Honor both: Goe get him Surgeons.
-Enter Rosse and Angus.
-
-Who comes here?
-  Mal. The worthy Thane of Rosse
-
-   Lenox. What a haste lookes through his eyes?
-So should he looke, that seemes to speake things strange
-
-   Rosse. God saue the King
-
-   King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?
-  Rosse. From Fiffe, great King,
-Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie,
-And fanne our people cold.
-Norway himselfe, with terrible numbers,
-Assisted by that most disloyall Traytor,
-The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismall Conflict,
-Till that Bellona's Bridegroome, lapt in proofe,
-Confronted him with selfe-comparisons,
-Point against Point, rebellious Arme 'gainst Arme,
-Curbing his lauish spirit: and to conclude,
-The Victorie fell on vs
-
-   King. Great happinesse
-
-   Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norwayes King,
-Craues composition:
-Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
-Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
-Ten thousand Dollars, to our generall vse
-
-   King. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue
-Our Bosome interest: Goe pronounce his present death,
-And with his former Title greet Macbeth
-
-   Rosse. Ile see it done
-
-   King. What he hath lost, Noble Macbeth hath wonne.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Tertia.
-
-Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
-
-  1. Where hast thou beene, Sister?
-  2. Killing Swine
-
-   3. Sister, where thou?
-  1. A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in her Lappe,
-And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht:
-Giue me, quoth I.
-Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes.
-Her Husband's to Aleppo gone, Master o'th' Tiger:
-But in a Syue Ile thither sayle,
-And like a Rat without a tayle,
-Ile doe, Ile doe, and Ile doe
-
-   2. Ile giue thee a Winde
-
-   1. Th'art kinde
-
-   3. And I another
-
-   1. I my selfe haue all the other,
-And the very Ports they blow,
-All the Quarters that they know,
-I'th' Ship-mans Card.
-Ile dreyne him drie as Hay:
-Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day
-Hang vpon his Pent-house Lid:
-He shall liue a man forbid:
-Wearie Seu'nights, nine times nine,
-Shall he dwindle, peake, and pine:
-Though his Barke cannot be lost,
-Yet it shall be Tempest-tost.
-Looke what I haue
-
-   2. Shew me, shew me
-
-   1. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,
-Wrackt, as homeward he did come.
-
-Drum within.
-
-  3. A Drumme, a Drumme:
-Macbeth doth come
-
-   All. The weyward Sisters, hand in hand,
-Posters of the Sea and Land,
-Thus doe goe, about, about,
-Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
-And thrice againe, to make vp nine.
-Peace, the Charme's wound vp.
-Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
-
-  Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene
-
-   Banquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are these,
-So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
-That looke not like th' Inhabitants o'th' Earth,
-And yet are on't? Liue you, or are you aught
-That man may question? you seeme to vnderstand me,
-By each at once her choppie finger laying
-Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
-And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
-That you are so
-
-   Mac. Speake if you can: what are you?
-  1. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Glamis
-
-   2. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Cawdor
-
-   3. All haile Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter
-
-   Banq. Good Sir, why doe you start, and seeme to feare
-Things that doe sound so faire? i'th' name of truth
-Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed
-Which outwardly ye shew? My Noble Partner
-You greet with present Grace, and great prediction
-Of Noble hauing, and of Royall hope,
-That he seemes wrapt withall: to me you speake not.
-If you can looke into the Seedes of Time,
-And say, which Graine will grow, and which will not,
-Speake then to me, who neyther begge, nor feare
-Your fauors, nor your hate
-
-   1. Hayle
-
-   2. Hayle
-
-   3. Hayle
-
-   1. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater
-
-   2. Not so happy, yet much happyer
-
-   3. Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none:
-So all haile Macbeth, and Banquo
-
-   1. Banquo, and Macbeth, all haile
-
-   Macb. Stay you imperfect Speakers, tell me more:
-By Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,
-But how, of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor liues
-A prosperous Gentleman: And to be King,
-Stands not within the prospect of beleefe,
-No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence
-You owe this strange Intelligence, or why
-Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way
-With such Prophetique greeting?
-Speake, I charge you.
-
-Witches vanish.
-
-  Banq. The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water ha's,
-And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd?
-  Macb. Into the Ayre: and what seem'd corporall,
-Melted, as breath into the Winde.
-Would they had stay'd
-
-   Banq. Were such things here, as we doe speake about?
-Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
-That takes the Reason Prisoner?
-  Macb. Your Children shall be Kings
-
-   Banq. You shall be King
-
-   Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
-  Banq. Toth' selfe-same tune and words: who's here?
-Enter Rosse and Angus.
-
-  Rosse. The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth,
-The newes of thy successe: and when he reades
-Thy personall Venture in the Rebels sight,
-His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,
-Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,
-In viewing o're the rest o'th' selfe-same day,
-He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes,
-Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make
-Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale
-Can post with post, and euery one did beare
-Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,
-And powr'd them downe before him
-
-   Ang. Wee are sent,
-To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks,
-Onely to harrold thee into his sight,
-Not pay thee
-
-   Rosse. And for an earnest of a greater Honor,
-He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:
-In which addition, haile most worthy Thane,
-For it is thine
-
-   Banq. What, can the Deuill speake true?
-  Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues:
-Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes?
-  Ang. Who was the Thane, liues yet,
-But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life,
-Which he deserues to loose.
-Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,
-Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe,
-And vantage; or that with both he labour'd
-In his Countreyes wracke, I know not:
-But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd,
-Haue ouerthrowne him
-
-   Macb. Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:
-The greatest is behinde. Thankes for your paines.
-Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings,
-When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
-Promis'd no lesse to them
-
-   Banq. That trusted home,
-Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne,
-Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
-And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme,
-The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths,
-Winne vs with honest Trifles, to betray's
-In deepest consequence.
-Cousins, a word, I pray you
-
-   Macb. Two Truths are told,
-As happy Prologues to the swelling Act
-Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke you Gentlemen:
-This supernaturall solliciting
-Cannot be ill; cannot be good.
-If ill? why hath it giuen me earnest of successe,
-Commencing in a Truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
-If good? why doe I yeeld to that suggestion,
-Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,
-And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,
-Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares
-Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:
-My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,
-Shakes so my single state of Man,
-That Function is smother'd in surmise,
-And nothing is, but what is not
-
-   Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt
-
-   Macb. If Chance will haue me King,
-Why Chance may Crowne me,
-Without my stirre
-
-   Banq. New Honors come vpon him
-Like our strange Garments, cleaue not to their mould,
-But with the aid of vse
-
-   Macb. Come what come may,
-Time, and the Houre, runs through the roughest Day
-
-   Banq. Worthy Macbeth, wee stay vpon your leysure
-
-   Macb. Giue me your fauour:
-My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.
-Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are registred,
-Where euery day I turne the Leafe,
-To reade them.
-Let vs toward the King: thinke vpon
-What hath chanc'd: and at more time,
-The Interim hauing weigh'd it, let vs speake
-Our free Hearts each to other
-
-   Banq. Very gladly
-
-   Macb. Till then enough:
-Come friends.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Quarta.
-
-Flourish. Enter King, Lenox, Malcolme, Donalbaine, and
-Attendants.
-
-  King. Is execution done on Cawdor?
-Or not those in Commission yet return'd?
-  Mal. My Liege, they are not yet come back.
-But I haue spoke with one that saw him die:
-Who did report, that very frankly hee
-Confess'd his Treasons, implor'd your Highnesse Pardon,
-And set forth a deepe Repentance:
-Nothing in his Life became him,
-Like the leauing it. Hee dy'de,
-As one that had beene studied in his death,
-To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
-As 'twere a carelesse Trifle
-
-   King. There's no Art,
-To finde the Mindes construction in the Face.
-He was a Gentleman, on whom I built
-An absolute Trust.
-Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
-
-O worthyest Cousin,
-The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now
-Was heauie on me. Thou art so farre before,
-That swiftest Wing of Recompence is slow,
-To ouertake thee. Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
-That the proportion both of thanks, and payment,
-Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
-More is thy due, then more then all can pay
-
-   Macb. The seruice, and the loyaltie I owe,
-In doing it, payes it selfe.
-Your Highnesse part, is to receiue our Duties:
-And our Duties are to your Throne, and State,
-Children, and Seruants; which doe but what they should,
-By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue
-And Honor
-
-   King. Welcome hither:
-I haue begun to plant thee, and will labour
-To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
-That hast no lesse deseru'd, nor must be knowne
-No lesse to haue done so: Let me enfold thee,
-And hold thee to my Heart
-
-   Banq. There if I grow,
-The Haruest is your owne
-
-   King. My plenteous Ioyes,
-Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselues
-In drops of sorrow. Sonnes, Kinsmen, Thanes,
-And you whose places are the nearest, know,
-We will establish our Estate vpon
-Our eldest, Malcolme, whom we name hereafter,
-The Prince of Cumberland: which Honor must
-Not vnaccompanied, inuest him onely,
-But signes of Noblenesse, like Starres, shall shine
-On all deseruers. From hence to Envernes,
-And binde vs further to you
-
-   Macb. The Rest is Labor, which is not vs'd for you:
-Ile be my selfe the Herbenger, and make ioyfull
-The hearing of my Wife, with your approach:
-So humbly take my leaue
-
-   King. My worthy Cawdor
-
-   Macb. The Prince of Cumberland: that is a step,
-On which I must fall downe, or else o're-leape,
-For in my way it lyes. Starres hide your fires,
-Let not Light see my black and deepe desires:
-The Eye winke at the Hand: yet let that bee,
-Which the Eye feares, when it is done to see.
-Enter.
-
-  King. True worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant,
-And in his commendations, I am fed:
-It is a Banquet to me. Let's after him,
-Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:
-It is a peerelesse Kinsman.
-
-Flourish. Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Quinta.
-
-Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter.
-
-  Lady. They met me in the day of successe: and I haue
-learn'd by the perfect'st report, they haue more in them, then
-mortall knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them
-further, they made themselues Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
-Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Missiues from
-the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
-before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
-the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be. This
-haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of
-Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing
-by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee. Lay
-it to thy heart and farewell.
-Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
-What thou art promis'd: yet doe I feare thy Nature,
-It is too full o'th' Milke of humane kindnesse,
-To catch the neerest way. Thou would'st be great,
-Art not without Ambition, but without
-The illnesse should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
-That would'st thou holily: would'st not play false,
-And yet would'st wrongly winne.
-Thould'st haue, great Glamys, that which cryes,
-Thus thou must doe, if thou haue it;
-And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe,
-Then wishest should be vndone. High thee hither,
-That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare,
-And chastise with the valour of my Tongue
-All that impeides thee from the Golden Round,
-Which Fate and Metaphysicall ayde doth seeme
-To haue thee crown'd withall.
-Enter Messenger.
-
-What is your tidings?
-  Mess. The King comes here to Night
-
-   Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it.
-Is not thy Master with him? who, wer't so,
-Would haue inform'd for preparation
-
-   Mess. So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming:
-One of my fellowes had the speed of him;
-Who almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
-Then would make vp his Message
-
-   Lady. Giue him tending,
-He brings great newes,
-
-Exit Messenger.
-
-The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,
-That croakes the fatall entrance of Duncan
-Vnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,
-That tend on mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,
-And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top-full
-Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,
-Stop vp th' accesse, and passage to Remorse,
-That no compunctious visitings of Nature
-Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweene
-Th' effect, and hit. Come to my Womans Brests,
-And take my Milke for Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,
-Where-euer, in your sightlesse substances,
-You wait on Natures Mischiefe. Come thick Night,
-And pall thee in the dunnest smoake of Hell,
-
-That my keene Knife see not the Wound it makes,
-Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,
-To cry, hold, hold.
-Enter Macbeth.
-
-Great Glamys, worthy Cawdor,
-Greater then both, by the all-haile hereafter,
-Thy Letters haue transported me beyond
-This ignorant present, and I feele now
-The future in the instant
-
-   Macb. My dearest Loue,
-Duncan comes here to Night
-
-   Lady. And when goes hence?
-  Macb. To morrow, as he purposes
-
-   Lady. O neuer,
-Shall Sunne that Morrow see.
-Your Face, my Thane, is as a Booke, where men
-May reade strange matters, to beguile the time.
-Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,
-Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th' innocent flower,
-But be the Serpent vnder't. He that's comming,
-Must be prouided for: and you shall put
-This Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,
-Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,
-Giue solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome
-
-   Macb. We will speake further,
-  Lady. Onely looke vp cleare:
-To alter fauor, euer is to feare:
-Leaue all the rest to me.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Sexta.
-
-Hoboyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme, Donalbaine,
-Banquo, Lenox,
-Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
-
-  King. This Castle hath a pleasant seat,
-The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe
-Vnto our gentle sences
-
-   Banq. This Guest of Summer,
-The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,
-By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath
-Smells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze,
-Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
-Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
-Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd
-The ayre is delicate.
-Enter Lady.
-
-  King. See, see our honor'd Hostesse:
-The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble,
-Which still we thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,
-How you shall bid God-eyld vs for your paines,
-And thanke vs for your trouble
-
-   Lady. All our seruice,
-In euery point twice done, and then done double,
-Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend
-Against those Honors deepe, and broad,
-Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:
-For those of old, and the late Dignities,
-Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites
-
-   King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
-We courst him at the heeles, and had a purpose
-To be his Purueyor: But he rides well,
-And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him
-To his home before vs: Faire and Noble Hostesse
-We are your guest to night
-
-   La. Your Seruants euer,
-Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
-To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,
-Still to returne your owne
-
-   King. Giue me your hand:
-Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly,
-And shall continue, our Graces towards him.
-By your leaue Hostesse.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-Scena Septima.
-
-Hoboyes. Torches. Enter a Sewer, and diuers Seruants with Dishes
-and
-Seruice ouer the Stage. Then enter Macbeth
-
-   Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twer well,
-It were done quickly: If th' Assassination
-Could trammell vp the Consequence, and catch
-With his surcease, Successe: that but this blow
-Might be the be all, and the end all. Heere,
-But heere, vpon this Banke and Schoole of time,
-Wee'ld iumpe the life to come. But in these Cases,
-We still haue iudgement heere, that we but teach
-Bloody Instructions, which being taught, returne
-To plague th' Inuenter, this euen-handed Iustice
-Commends th' Ingredience of our poyson'd Challice
-To our owne lips. Hee's heere in double trust;
-First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,
-Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,
-Who should against his Murtherer shut the doore,
-Not beare the knife my selfe. Besides, this Duncane
-Hath borne his Faculties so meeke; hath bin
-So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues
-Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd against
-The deepe damnation of his taking off:
-And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe,
-Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd
-Vpon the sightlesse Curriors of the Ayre,
-Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,
-That teares shall drowne the winde. I haue no Spurre
-To pricke the sides of my intent, but onely
-Vaulting Ambition, which ore-leapes it selfe,
-And falles on th' other.
-Enter Lady.
-
-How now? What Newes?
-  La. He has almost supt: why haue you left the chamber?
-  Mac. Hath he ask'd for me?
-  La. Know you not, he ha's?
-  Mac. We will proceed no further in this Businesse:
-He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
-Golden Opinions from all sorts of people,
-Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
-Not cast aside so soone
-
-   La. Was the hope drunke,
-Wherein you drest your selfe? Hath it slept since?
-And wakes it now to looke so greene, and pale,
-At what it did so freely? From this time,
-Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd
-To be the same in thine owne Act, and Valour,
-As thou art in desire? Would'st thou haue that
-Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
-And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?
-Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,
-Like the poore Cat i'th' Addage
-
-   Macb. Prythee peace:
-I dare do all that may become a man,
-Who dares do more, is none
-
-   La. What Beast was't then
-That made you breake this enterprize to me?
-When you durst do it, then you were a man:
-And to be more then what you were, you would
-Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place
-Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
-They haue made themselues, and that their fitnesse now
-Do's vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and know
-How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
-I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
-Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gummes,
-And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
-As you haue done to this
-
-   Macb. If we should faile?
-  Lady. We faile?
-But screw your courage to the sticking place,
-And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is asleepe,
-(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney
-Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines
-Will I with Wine, and Wassell, so conuince,
-That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,
-Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reason
-A Lymbeck onely: when in Swinish sleepe,
-Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,
-What cannot you and I performe vpon
-Th' vnguarded Duncan? What not put vpon
-His spungie Officers? who shall beare the guilt
-Of our great quell
-
-   Macb. Bring forth Men-Children onely:
-For thy vndaunted Mettle should compose
-Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiu'd,
-When we haue mark'd with blood those sleepie two
-Of his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers,
-That they haue don't?
-  Lady. Who dares receiue it other,
-As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore,
-Vpon his Death?
-  Macb. I am settled, and bend vp
-Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat.
-Away, and mock the time with fairest show,
-False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
-
-Enter Banquo, and Fleance, with a Torch before him.
-
-  Banq. How goes the Night, Boy?
-  Fleance. The Moone is downe: I haue not heard the
-Clock
-
-   Banq. And she goes downe at Twelue
-
-   Fleance. I take't, 'tis later, Sir
-
-   Banq. Hold, take my Sword:
-There's Husbandry in Heauen,
-Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.
-A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me,
-And yet I would not sleepe:
-Mercifull Powers, restraine in me the cursed thoughts
-That Nature giues way to in repose.
-Enter Macbeth, and a Seruant with a Torch.
-
-Giue me my Sword: who's there?
-  Macb. A Friend
-
-   Banq. What Sir, not yet at rest? the King's a bed.
-He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
-And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices.
-This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,
-By the name of most kind Hostesse,
-And shut vp in measurelesse content
-
-   Mac. Being vnprepar'd,
-Our will became the seruant to defect,
-Which else should free haue wrought
-
-   Banq. All's well.
-I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters:
-To you they haue shew'd some truth
-
-   Macb. I thinke not of them:
-Yet when we can entreat an houre to serue,
-We would spend it in some words vpon that Businesse,
-If you would graunt the time
-
-   Banq. At your kind'st leysure
-
-   Macb. If you shall cleaue to my consent,
-When 'tis, it shall make Honor for you
-
-   Banq. So I lose none,
-In seeking to augment it, but still keepe
-My Bosome franchis'd, and Allegeance cleare,
-I shall be counsail'd
-
-   Macb. Good repose the while
-
-   Banq. Thankes Sir: the like to you.
-
-Exit Banquo.
-
-  Macb. Goe bid thy Mistresse, when my drinke is ready,
-She strike vpon the Bell. Get thee to bed.
-Enter.
-
-Is this a Dagger, which I see before me,
-The Handle toward my Hand? Come, let me clutch thee:
-I haue thee not, and yet I see thee still.
-Art thou not fatall Vision, sensible
-To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
-A Dagger of the Minde, a false Creation,
-Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Braine?
-I see thee yet, in forme 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 vse.
-Mine Eyes are made the fooles o'th' other Sences,
-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 Businesse, which informes
-Thus to mine Eyes. Now o're the one halfe World
-Nature seemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuse
-The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates
-Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
-Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,
-Whose howle's his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
-With Tarquins rauishing sides, towards his designe
-Moues like a Ghost. Thou sowre and firme-set Earth
-Heare not my steps, which they may walke, for feare
-Thy very stones prate of my where-about,
-And take the present horror from the time,
-Which now sutes with it. Whiles I threat, he liues:
-Words to the heat of deedes too cold breath giues.
-
-A Bell rings.
-
-I goe, and it is done: the Bell inuites me.
-Heare it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell,
-That summons thee to Heauen, or to Hell.
-Enter.
-
-
-Scena Secunda.
-
-Enter Lady.
-
-  La. That which hath made the[m] drunk, hath made me bold:
-What hath quench'd them, hath giuen me fire.
-Hearke, peace: it was the Owle that shriek'd,
-The fatall Bell-man, which giues the stern'st good-night.
-He is about it, the Doores are open:
-And the surfeted Groomes doe mock their charge
-With Snores. I haue drugg'd their Possets,
-That Death and Nature doe contend about them,
-Whether they liue, or dye.
-Enter Macbeth.
-
-  Macb. Who's there? what hoa?
-  Lady. Alack, I am afraid they haue awak'd,
-And 'tis not done: th' attempt, and not the deed,
-Confounds vs: hearke: I lay'd their Daggers ready,
-He could not misse 'em. Had he not resembled
-My Father as he slept, I had don't.
-My Husband?
-  Macb. I haue done the deed:
-Didst thou not heare a noyse?
-  Lady. I heard the Owle schreame, and the Crickets cry.
-Did not you speake?
-  Macb. When?
-  Lady. Now
-
-   Macb. As I descended?
-  Lady. I
-
-   Macb. Hearke, who lyes i'th' second Chamber?
-  Lady. Donalbaine
-
-   Mac. This is a sorry sight
-
-   Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight
-
-   Macb. There's one did laugh in's sleepe,
-And one cry'd Murther, that they did wake each other:
-I stood, and heard them: But they did say their Prayers,
-And addrest them againe to sleepe
-
-   Lady. There are two lodg'd together
-
-   Macb. One cry'd God blesse vs, and Amen the other,
-As they had seene me with these Hangmans hands:
-Listning their feare, I could not say Amen,
-When they did say God blesse vs
-
-   Lady. Consider it not so deepely
-
-   Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen?
-I had most need of Blessing, and Amen stuck in my throat
-
-   Lady. These deeds must not be thought
-After these wayes: so, it will make vs mad
-
-   Macb. Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
-Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
-Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
-The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
-Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
-Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast
-
-   Lady. What doe you meane?
-  Macb. Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the House:
-Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and therefore Cawdor
-Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more
-
-   Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? why worthy Thane,
-You doe vnbend your Noble strength, to thinke
-So braine-sickly of things: Goe get some Water,
-And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand.
-Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?
-They must lye there: goe carry them, and smeare
-The sleepie Groomes with blood
-
-   Macb. Ile goe no more:
-I am afraid, to thinke what I haue done:
-Looke on't againe, I dare not
-
-   Lady. Infirme of purpose:
-Giue me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead,
-Are but as Pictures: 'tis the Eye of Childhood,
-That feares a painted Deuill. If he doe bleed,
-Ile guild the Faces of the Groomes withall,
-For it must seeme their Guilt.
-Enter.
-
-Knocke within.
-
-  Macb. Whence is that knocking?
-How is't with me, when euery noyse appalls me?
-What Hands are here? hah: they pluck out mine Eyes.
-Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood
-Cleane from my Hand? no: this my Hand will rather
-The multitudinous Seas incarnardine,
-Making the Greene one, Red.
-Enter Lady.
-
-  Lady. My Hands are of your colour: but I shame
-To weare a Heart so white.
-
-Knocke.
-
-I heare a knocking at the South entry:
-Retyre we to our Chamber:
-A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
-How easie is it then? your Constancie
-Hath left you vnattended.
-
-Knocke.
-
-Hearke, more knocking.
-Get on your Night-Gowne, least occasion call vs,
-And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost
-So poorely in your thoughts
-
-   Macb. To know my deed,
-
-Knocke.
-
-'Twere best not know my selfe.
-Wake Duncan with thy knocking:
-I would thou could'st.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Tertia.
-
-Enter a Porter. Knocking within.
-
-  Porter. Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were
-Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
-Key.
-
-Knock.
-
-Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there
-i'th' name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd
-himselfe on th' expectation of Plentie: Come in time, haue
-Napkins enow about you, here you'le sweat for't.
-
-Knock.
-
-Knock, knock. Who's there in th' other Deuils Name?
-Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
-the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason
-enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
-oh come in, Equiuocator.
-
-Knock.
-
-Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English
-Taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French Hose:
-Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose.
-Knock.
-
-Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this
-place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
-I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
-goe the Primrose way to th' euerlasting Bonfire.
-
-Knock.
-
-Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.
-Enter Macduff, and Lenox.
-
-  Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed,
-That you doe lye so late?
-  Port. Faith Sir, we were carowsing till the second Cock:
-And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things
-
-   Macd. What three things does Drinke especially
-prouoke?
-  Port. Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleepe, and Vrine.
-Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes: it prouokes
-the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore
-much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Lecherie:
-it makes him, and it marres him; it sets him on,
-and it takes him off; it perswades him, and dis-heartens
-him; makes him stand too, and not stand too: in conclusion,
-equiuocates him in a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,
-leaues him
-
-   Macd. I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night
-
-   Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I
-requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong
-for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I
-made a Shift to cast him.
-Enter Macbeth.
-
-  Macd. Is thy Master stirring?
-Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes
-
-   Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir
-
-   Macb. Good morrow both
-
-   Macd. Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
-  Macb. Not yet
-
-   Macd. He did command me to call timely on him,
-I haue almost slipt the houre
-
-   Macb. Ile bring you to him
-
-   Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:
-But yet 'tis one
-
-   Macb. The labour we delight in, Physicks paine:
-This is the Doore
-
-   Macd. Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted
-seruice.
-
-Exit Macduffe.
-
-  Lenox. Goes the King hence to day?
-  Macb. He does: he did appoint so
-
-   Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly:
-Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
-And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th' Ayre;
-Strange Schreemes of Death,
-And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
-Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
-New hatch'd toth' wofull time.
-The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
-Some say, the Earth was Feuorous,
-And did shake
-
-   Macb. 'Twas a rough Night
-
-   Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell
-A fellow to it.
-Enter Macduff.
-
-  Macd. O horror, horror, horror,
-Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee
-
-   Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?
-  Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master-peece:
-Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope
-The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence
-The Life o'th' Building
-
-   Macb. What is't you say, the Life?
-  Lenox. Meane you his Maiestie?
-  Macd. Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight
-With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake:
-See, and then speake your selues: awake, awake,
-
-Exeunt. Macbeth and Lenox.
-
-Ring the Alarum Bell: Murther, and Treason,
-Banquo, and Donalbaine: Malcolme awake,
-Shake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit,
-And looke on Death it selfe: vp, vp, and see
-The great Doomes Image: Malcolme, Banquo,
-As from your Graues rise vp, and walke like Sprights,
-To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.
-
-Bell rings. Enter Lady.
-
-  Lady. What's the Businesse?
-That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
-The sleepers of the House? speake, speake
-
-   Macd. O gentle Lady,
-'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:
-The repetition in a Womans eare,
-Would murther as it fell.
-Enter Banquo.
-
-O Banquo, Banquo, Our Royall Master's murther'd
-
-   Lady. Woe, alas:
-What, in our House?
-  Ban. Too cruell, any where.
-Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy selfe,
-And say, it is not so.
-Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse.
-
-  Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance,
-I had liu'd a blessed time: for from this instant,
-There's nothing serious in Mortalitie:
-All is but Toyes: Renowne and Grace is dead,
-The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees
-Is left this Vault, to brag of.
-Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine.
-
-  Donal. What is amisse?
-  Macb. You are, and doe not know't:
-The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood
-Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt
-
-   Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd
-
-   Mal. Oh, by whom?
-  Lenox. Those of his Chamber, as it seem'd, had don't:
-Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood,
-So were their Daggers, which vnwip'd, we found
-Vpon their Pillowes: they star'd, and were distracted,
-No mans Life was to be trusted with them
-
-   Macb. O, yet I doe repent me of my furie,
-That I did kill them
-
-   Macd. Wherefore did you so?
-  Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, & furious,
-Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment? No man:
-Th' expedition of my violent Loue
-Out-run the pawser, Reason. Here lay Duncan,
-His Siluer skinne, lac'd with His Golden Blood,
-And his gash'd Stabs, look'd like a Breach in Nature,
-For Ruines wastfull entrance: there the Murtherers,
-Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade; their Daggers
-Vnmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refraine,
-That had a heart to loue; and in that heart,
-Courage, to make's loue knowne?
-  Lady. Helpe me hence, hoa
-
-   Macd. Looke to the Lady
-
-   Mal. Why doe we hold our tongues,
-That most may clayme this argument for ours?
-  Donal. What should be spoken here,
-Where our Fate hid in an augure hole,
-May rush, and seize vs? Let's away,
-Our Teares are not yet brew'd
-
-   Mal. Nor our strong Sorrow
-Vpon the foot of Motion
-
-   Banq. Looke to the Lady:
-And when we haue our naked Frailties hid,
-That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,
-And question this most bloody piece of worke,
-To know it further. Feares and scruples shake vs:
-In the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,
-Against the vndivulg'd pretence, I fight
-Of Treasonous Mallice
-
-   Macd. And so doe I
-
-   All. So all
-
-   Macb. Let's briefely put on manly readinesse,
-And meet i'th' Hall together
-
-   All. Well contented.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-  Malc. What will you doe?
-Let's not consort with them:
-To shew an vnfelt Sorrow, is an Office
-Which the false man do's easie.
-Ile to England
-
-   Don. To Ireland, I:
-Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:
-Where we are, there's Daggers in mens smiles;
-The neere in blood, the neerer bloody
-
-   Malc. This murtherous Shaft that's shot,
-Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,
-Is to auoid the ayme. Therefore to Horse,
-And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
-But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
-Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-
-Scena Quarta.
-
-Enter Rosse, with an Old man.
-
-  Old man. Threescore and ten I can remember well,
-Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
-Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
-Hath trifled former knowings
-
-   Rosse. Ha, good Father,
-Thou seest the Heauens, as troubled with mans Act,
-Threatens his bloody Stage: byth' Clock 'tis Day,
-And yet darke Night strangles the trauailing Lampe:
-Is't Nights predominance, or the Dayes shame,
-That Darknesse does the face of Earth intombe,
-When liuing Light should kisse it?
-  Old man. 'Tis vnnaturall,
-Euen like the deed that's done: On Tuesday last,
-A Faulcon towring in her pride of place,
-Was by a Mowsing Owle hawkt at, and kill'd
-
-   Rosse. And Duncans Horses,
-(A thing most strange, and certaine)
-Beauteous, and swift, the Minions of their Race,
-Turn'd wilde in nature, broke their stalls, flong out,
-Contending 'gainst Obedience, as they would
-Make Warre with Mankinde
-
-   Old man. 'Tis said, they eate each other
-
-   Rosse. They did so:
-To th' amazement of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
-Enter Macduffe.
-
-Heere comes the good Macduffe.
-How goes the world Sir, now?
-  Macd. Why see you not?
-  Ross. Is't known who did this more then bloody deed?
-  Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slaine
-
-   Ross. Alas the day,
-What good could they pretend?
-  Macd. They were subborned,
-Malcolme, and Donalbaine the Kings two Sonnes
-Are stolne away and fled, which puts vpon them
-Suspition of the deed
-
-   Rosse. 'Gainst Nature still,
-Thriftlesse Ambition, that will rauen vp
-Thine owne liues meanes: Then 'tis most like,
-The Soueraignty will fall vpon Macbeth
-
-   Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone
-To be inuested
-
-   Rosse. Where is Duncans body?
-  Macd. Carried to Colmekill,
-The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,
-And Guardian of their Bones
-
-   Rosse. Will you to Scone?
-  Macd. No Cosin, Ile to Fife
-
-   Rosse. Well, I will thither
-
-   Macd. Well may you see things wel done there: Adieu
-Least our old Robes sit easier then our new
-
-   Rosse. Farewell, Father
-
-   Old M. Gods benyson go with you, and with those
-That would make good of bad, and Friends of Foes.
-
-Exeunt. omnes
-
-Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
-
-Enter Banquo.
-
-  Banq. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
-As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feare
-Thou playd'st most fowly for't: yet it was saide
-It should not stand in thy Posterity,
-But that my selfe should be the Roote, and Father
-Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
-As vpon thee Macbeth, their Speeches shine,
-Why by the verities on thee made good,
-May they not be my Oracles as well,
-And set me vp in hope. But hush, no more.
-
-Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox, Rosse, Lords,
-and
-Attendants.
-
-  Macb. Heere's our chiefe Guest
-
-   La. If he had beene forgotten,
-It had bene as a gap in our great Feast,
-And all-thing vnbecomming
-
-   Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir,
-And Ile request your presence
-
-   Banq. Let your Highnesse
-Command vpon me, to the which my duties
-Are with a most indissoluble tye
-For euer knit
-
-   Macb. Ride you this afternoone?
-  Ban. I, my good Lord
-
-   Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice
-(Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous)
-In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.
-Is't farre you ride?
-  Ban. As farre, my Lord, as will fill vp the time
-'Twixt this, and Supper. Goe not my Horse the better,
-I must become a borrower of the Night,
-For a darke houre, or twaine
-
-   Macb. Faile not our Feast
-
-   Ban. My Lord, I will not
-
-   Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd
-In England, and in Ireland, not confessing
-Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
-With strange inuention. But of that to morrow,
-When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State,
-Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:
-Adieu, till you returne at Night.
-Goes Fleance with you?
-  Ban. I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's
-
-   Macb. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot:
-And so I doe commend you to their backs.
-Farwell.
-
-Exit Banquo.
-
-Let euery man be master of his time,
-Till seuen at Night, to make societie
-The sweeter welcome:
-We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone:
-While then, God be with you.
-
-Exeunt. Lords.
-
-Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
-Our pleasure?
-  Seruant. They are, my Lord, without the Pallace
-Gate
-
-   Macb. Bring them before vs.
-
-Exit Seruant.
-
-To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus
-Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
-And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that
-Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,
-And to that dauntlesse temper of his Minde,
-He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
-To act in safetie. There is none but he,
-Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,
-My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said
-Mark Anthonies was by Caesar. He chid the Sisters,
-When first they put the Name of King vpon me,
-And bad them speake to him. Then Prophet-like,
-They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings.
-Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitlesse Crowne,
-And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe,
-Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand,
-No Sonne of mine succeeding: if't be so,
-For Banquo's Issue haue I fil'd my Minde,
-For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd,
-Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace
-Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell
-Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,
-To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings.
-Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst,
-And champion me to th' vtterance.
-Who's there?
-Enter Seruant, and two Murtherers.
-
-Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call.
-
-Exit Seruant.
-
-Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
-  Murth. It was, so please your Highnesse
-
-   Macb. Well then,
-Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:
-Know, that it was he, in the times past,
-Which held you so vnder fortune,
-Which you thought had been our innocent selfe.
-This I made good to you, in our last conference,
-Past in probation with you:
-How you were borne in hand, how crost:
-The Instruments: who wrought with them:
-And all things else, that might
-To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,
-Say, Thus did Banquo
-
-   1.Murth. You made it knowne to vs
-
-   Macb. I did so:
-And went further, which is now
-Our point of second meeting.
-Doe you finde your patience so predominant,
-In your nature, that you can let this goe?
-Are you so Gospell'd, to pray for this good man,
-And for his Issue, whose heauie hand
-Hath bow'd you to the Graue, and begger'd
-Yours for euer?
-  1.Murth. We are men, my Liege
-
-   Macb. I, in the Catalogue ye goe for men,
-As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres,
-Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolues are clipt
-All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file
-Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
-The House-keeper, the Hunter, euery one
-According to the gift, which bounteous Nature
-Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue
-Particular addition, from the Bill,
-That writes them all alike: and so of men.
-Now, if you haue a station in the file,
-Not i'th' worst ranke of Manhood, say't,
-And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes,
-Whose execution takes your Enemie off,
-Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,
-Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,
-Which in his Death were perfect
-
-   2.Murth. I am one, my Liege,
-Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
-Hath so incens'd, that I am recklesse what I doe,
-To spight the World
-
-   1.Murth. And I another,
-So wearie with Disasters, tugg'd with Fortune,
-That I would set my Life on any Chance,
-To mend it, or be rid on't
-
-   Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie
-
-   Murth. True, my Lord
-
-   Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
-That euery minute of his being, thrusts
-Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
-With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
-And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
-For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
-Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
-Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
-That I to your assistance doe make loue,
-Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
-For sundry weightie Reasons
-
-   2.Murth. We shall, my Lord,
-Performe what you command vs
-
-   1.Murth. Though our Liues-
-  Macb. Your Spirits shine through you.
-Within this houre, at most,
-I will aduise you where to plant your selues,
-Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,
-The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,
-And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,
-That I require a clearenesse; and with him,
-To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:
-  Fleans , his Sonne, that keepes him companie,
-Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me,
-Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate
-Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,
-Ile come to you anon
-
-   Murth. We are resolu'd, my Lord
-
-   Macb. Ile call vpon you straight: abide within,
-It is concluded: Banquo, thy Soules flight,
-If it finde Heauen, must finde it out to Night.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Secunda.
-
-Enter Macbeths Lady, and a Seruant.
-
-  Lady. Is Banquo gone from Court?
-  Seruant. I, Madame, but returnes againe to Night
-
-   Lady. Say to the King, I would attend his leysure,
-For a few words
-
-   Seruant. Madame, I will.
-Enter.
-
-  Lady. Nought's had, all's spent.
-Where our desire is got without content:
-'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
-Then by destruction dwell in doubtfull ioy.
-Enter Macbeth.
-
-How now, my Lord, why doe you keepe alone?
-Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making,
-Vsing those Thoughts, which should indeed haue dy'd
-With them they thinke on: things without all remedie
-Should be without regard: what's done, is done
-
-   Macb. We haue scorch'd the Snake, not kill'd it:
-Shee'le close, and be her selfe, whilest our poore Mallice
-Remaines in danger of her former Tooth.
-But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
-Both the Worlds suffer,
-Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
-In the affliction of these terrible Dreames,
-That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
-Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
-Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
-In restlesse extasie.
-Duncane is in his Graue:
-After Lifes fitfull Feuer, he sleepes well,
-Treason ha's done his worst: nor Steele, nor Poyson,
-Mallice domestique, forraine Leuie, nothing,
-Can touch him further
-
-   Lady. Come on:
-Gentle my Lord, sleeke o're your rugged Lookes,
-Be bright and Iouiall among your Guests to Night
-
-   Macb. So shall I Loue, and so I pray be you:
-Let your remembrance apply to Banquo,
-Present him Eminence, both with Eye and Tongue:
-Vnsafe the while, that wee must laue
-Our Honors in these flattering streames,
-And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts,
-Disguising what they are
-
-   Lady. You must leaue this
-
-   Macb. O, full of Scorpions is my Minde, deare Wife:
-Thou know'st, that Banquo and his Fleans liues
-
-   Lady. But in them, Natures Coppie's not eterne
-
-   Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assaileable,
-Then be thou iocund: ere the Bat hath flowne
-His Cloyster'd flight, ere to black Heccats summons
-The shard-borne Beetle, with his drowsie hums,
-Hath rung Nights yawning Peale,
-There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note
-
-   Lady. What's to be done?
-  Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Chuck,
-Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,
-Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day,
-And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand
-Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,
-Which keepes me pale. Light thickens,
-And the Crow makes Wing toth' Rookie Wood:
-Good things of Day begin to droope, and drowse,
-Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey's doe rowse.
-Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,
-Things bad begun, make strong themselues by ill:
-So prythee goe with me.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Tertia.
-
-Enter three Murtherers.
-
-  1. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs?
-  3. Macbeth
-
-   2. He needes not our mistrust, since he deliuers
-Our Offices, and what we haue to doe,
-To the direction iust
-
-   1. Then stand with vs:
-The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day.
-Now spurres the lated Traueller apace,
-To gayne the timely Inne, and neere approches
-The subiect of our Watch
-
-   3. Hearke, I heare Horses
-
-   Banquo within. Giue vs a Light there, hoa
-
-   2. Then 'tis hee:
-The rest, that are within the note of expectation,
-Alreadie are i'th' Court
-
-   1. His Horses goe about
-
-   3. Almost a mile: but he does vsually,
-So all men doe, from hence toth' Pallace Gate
-Make it their Walke.
-Enter Banquo and Fleans, with a Torch.
-
-  2. A Light, a Light
-
-   3. 'Tis hee
-
-   1. Stand too't
-
-   Ban. It will be Rayne to Night
-
-   1. Let it come downe
-
-   Ban. O, Trecherie!
-Flye good Fleans, flye, flye, flye,
-Thou may'st reuenge. O Slaue!
-  3. Who did strike out the Light?
-  1. Was't not the way?
-  3. There's but one downe: the Sonne is fled
-
-   2. We haue lost
-Best halfe of our Affaire
-
-   1. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scaena Quarta.
-
-Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and
-Attendants.
-
-  Macb. You know your owne degrees, sit downe:
-At first and last, the hearty welcome
-
-   Lords. Thankes to your Maiesty
-
-   Macb. Our selfe will mingle with Society,
-And play the humble Host:
-Our Hostesse keepes her State, but in best time
-We will require her welcome
-
-   La. Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends,
-For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
-Enter first Murtherer.
-
-  Macb. See they encounter thee with their harts thanks
-Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
-Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
-The Table round. There's blood vpon thy face
-
-   Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then
-
-   Macb. 'Tis better thee without, then he within.
-Is he dispatch'd?
-  Mur. My Lord his throat is cut, that I did for him
-
-   Mac. Thou art the best o'th' Cut-throats,
-Yet hee's good that did the like for Fleans:
-If thou did'st it, thou art the Non-pareill
-
-   Mur. Most Royall Sir
-Fleans is scap'd
-
-   Macb. Then comes my Fit againe:
-I had else beene perfect;
-Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,
-As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:
-But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in
-To sawcy doubts, and feares. But Banquo's safe?
-  Mur. I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
-With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
-The least a Death to Nature
-
-   Macb. Thankes for that:
-There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fled
-Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed,
-No teeth for th' present. Get thee gone, to morrow
-Wee'l heare our selues againe.
-
-Exit Murderer.
-
-  Lady. My Royall Lord,
-You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is sold
-That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making:
-'Tis giuen, with welcome: to feede were best at home:
-From thence, the sawce to meate is Ceremony,
-Meeting were bare without it.
-Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeths place.
-
-  Macb. Sweet Remembrancer:
-Now good digestion waite on Appetite,
-And health on both
-
-   Lenox. May't please your Highnesse sit
-
-   Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,
-Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:
-Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse,
-Then pitty for Mischance
-
-   Rosse. His absence (Sir)
-Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your Highnesse
-To grace vs with your Royall Company?
-  Macb. The Table's full
-
-   Lenox. Heere is a place reseru'd Sir
-
-   Macb. Where?
-  Lenox. Heere my good Lord.
-What is't that moues your Highnesse?
-  Macb. Which of you haue done this?
-  Lords. What, my good Lord?
-  Macb. Thou canst not say I did it: neuer shake
-Thy goary lockes at me
-
-   Rosse. Gentlemen rise, his Highnesse is not well
-
-   Lady. Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is often thus,
-And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe Seat,
-The fit is momentary, vpon a thought
-He will againe be well. If much you note him
-You shall offend him, and extend his Passion,
-Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
-  Macb. I, and a bold one, that dare looke on that
-Which might appall the Diuell
-
-   La. O proper stuffe:
-This is the very painting of your feare:
-This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said
-Led you to Duncan. O, these flawes and starts
-(Impostors to true feare) would well become
-A womans story, at a Winters fire
-Authoriz'd by her Grandam: shame it selfe,
-Why do you make such faces? When all's done
-You looke but on a stoole
-
-   Macb. Prythee see there:
-Behold, looke, loe, how say you:
-Why what care I, if thou canst nod, speake too.
-If Charnell houses, and our Graues must send
-Those that we bury, backe; our Monuments
-Shall be the Mawes of Kytes
-
-   La. What? quite vnmann'd in folly
-
-   Macb. If I stand heere, I saw him
-
-   La. Fie for shame
-
-   Macb. Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
-Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
-I, and since too, Murthers haue bene perform'd
-Too terrible for the eare. The times has bene,
-That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
-And there an end: But now they rise againe
-With twenty mortall murthers on their crownes,
-And push vs from our stooles. This is more strange
-Then such a murther is
-
-   La. My worthy Lord
-Your Noble Friends do lacke you
-
-   Macb. I do forget:
-Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends,
-I haue a strange infirmity, which is nothing
-To those that know me. Come, loue and health to all,
-Then Ile sit downe: Giue me some Wine, fill full:
-Enter Ghost.
-
-I drinke to th' generall ioy o'th' whole Table,
-And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:
-Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,
-And all to all
-
-   Lords. Our duties, and the pledge
-
-   Mac. Auant, & quit my sight, let the earth hide thee:
-Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:
-Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
-Which thou dost glare with
-
-   La. Thinke of this good Peeres
-But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,
-Onely it spoyles the pleasure of the time
-
-   Macb. What man dare, I dare:
-Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare,
-The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hircan Tiger,
-Take any shape but that, and my firme Nerues
-Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe,
-And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
-If trembling I inhabit then, protest mee
-The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible shadow,
-Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why so, being gone
-I am a man againe: pray you sit still
-
-   La. You haue displac'd the mirth,
-Broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder
-
-   Macb. Can such things be,
-And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,
-Without our speciall wonder? You make me strange
-Euen to the disposition that I owe,
-When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
-And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,
-When mine is blanch'd with feare
-
-   Rosse. What sights, my Lord?
-  La. I pray you speake not: he growes worse & worse
-Question enrages him: at once, goodnight.
-Stand not vpon the order of your going,
-But go at once
-
-   Len. Good night, and better health
-Attend his Maiesty
-
-   La. A kinde goodnight to all.
-
-Exit Lords.
-
-  Macb. It will haue blood they say:
-Blood will haue Blood:
-Stones haue beene knowne to moue, & Trees to speake:
-Augures, and vnderstood Relations, haue
-By Maggot Pyes, & Choughes, & Rookes brought forth
-The secret'st man of Blood. What is the night?
-  La. Almost at oddes with morning, which is which
-
-   Macb. How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person
-At our great bidding
-
-   La. Did you send to him Sir?
-  Macb. I heare it by the way: But I will send:
-There's not a one of them but in his house
-I keepe a Seruant Feed. I will to morrow
-(And betimes I will) to the weyard Sisters.
-More shall they speake: for now I am bent to know
-By the worst meanes, the worst, for mine owne good,
-All causes shall giue way. I am in blood
-Stept in so farre, that should I wade no more,
-Returning were as tedious as go ore:
-Strange things I haue in head, that will to hand,
-Which must be acted, ere they may be scand
-
-   La. You lacke the season of all Natures, sleepe
-
-   Macb. Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
-Is the initiate feare, that wants hard vse:
-We are yet but yong indeed.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Quinta.
-
-Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecat.
-
-  1. Why how now Hecat, you looke angerly?
-  Hec. Haue I not reason (Beldams) as you are?
-Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare
-To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,
-In Riddles, and Affaires of death;
-And I the Mistris of your Charmes,
-The close contriuer of all harmes,
-Was neuer call'd to beare my part,
-Or shew the glory of our Art?
-And which is worse, all you haue done
-Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne,
-Spightfull, and wrathfull, who (as others do)
-Loues for his owne ends, not for you.
-But make amends now: Get you gon,
-And at the pit of Acheron
-Meete me i'th' Morning: thither he
-Will come, to know his Destinie.
-Your Vessels, and your Spels prouide,
-Your Charmes, and euery thing beside;
-I am for th' Ayre: This night Ile spend
-Vnto a dismall, and a Fatall end.
-Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone.
-Vpon the Corner of the Moone
-There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,
-Ile catch it ere it come to ground;
-And that distill'd by Magicke slights,
-Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights,
-As by the strength of their illusion,
-Shall draw him on to his Confusion.
-He shall spurne Fate, scorne Death, and beare
-His hopes 'boue Wisedome, Grace, and Feare:
-And you all know, Security
-Is Mortals cheefest Enemie.
-
-Musicke, and a Song.
-
-Hearke, I am call'd: my little Spirit see
-Sits in Foggy cloud, and stayes for me.
-
-Sing within. Come away, come away, &c.
-
-  1 Come, let's make hast, shee'l soone be
-Backe againe.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scaena Sexta.
-
-Enter Lenox, and another Lord.
-
-  Lenox. My former Speeches,
-Haue but hit your Thoughts
-Which can interpret farther: Onely I say
-Things haue bin strangely borne. The gracious Duncan
-Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
-And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
-Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
-For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
-Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
-It was for Malcolme, and for Donalbane
-To kill their gracious Father? Damned Fact,
-How it did greeue Macbeth? Did he not straight
-In pious rage, the two delinquents teare,
-That were the Slaues of drinke, and thralles of sleepe?
-Was not that Nobly done? I, and wisely too:
-For 'twould haue anger'd any heart aliue
-To heare the men deny't. So that I say,
-He ha's borne all things well, and I do thinke,
-That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key,
-(As, and't please Heauen he shall not) they should finde
-What 'twere to kill a Father: So should Fleans.
-But peace; for from broad words, and cause he fayl'd
-His presence at the Tyrants Feast, I heare
-Macduffe liues in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
-Where he bestowes himselfe?
-  Lord. The Sonnes of Duncane
-(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
-Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
-Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
-That the maleuolence of Fortune, nothing
-Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduffe
-Is gone, to pray the Holy King, vpon his ayd
-To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward,
-That by the helpe of these (with him aboue)
-To ratifie the Worke) we may againe
-Giue to our Tables meate, sleepe to our Nights:
-Free from our Feasts, and Banquets bloody kniues;
-Do faithfull Homage, and receiue free Honors,
-All which we pine for now. And this report
-Hath so exasperate their King, that hee
-Prepares for some attempt of Warre
-
-   Len. Sent he to Macduffe?
-  Lord. He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
-The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe,
-And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
-That clogges me with this Answer
-
-   Lenox. And that well might
-Aduise him to a Caution, t' hold what distance
-His wisedome can prouide. Some holy Angell
-Flye to the Court of England, and vnfold
-His Message ere he come, that a swift blessing
-May soone returne to this our suffering Country,
-Vnder a hand accurs'd
-
-   Lord. Ile send my Prayers with him.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
-
-Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
-
-  1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd
-
-   2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd
-
-   3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time
-
-   1 Round about the Caldron go:
-In the poysond Entrailes throw
-Toad, that vnder cold stone,
-Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:
-Sweltred Venom sleeping got,
-Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot
-
-   All. Double, double, toile and trouble;
-Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble
-
-   2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake,
-In the Cauldron boyle and bake:
-Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge,
-Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge:
-Adders Forke, and Blinde-wormes Sting,
-Lizards legge, and Howlets wing:
-For a Charme of powrefull trouble,
-Like a Hell-broth, boyle and bubble
-
-   All. Double, double, toyle and trouble,
-Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble
-
-   3 Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe,
-Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe
-Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke:
-Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th' darke:
-Liuer of Blaspheming Iew,
-Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew,
-Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse:
-Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips:
-Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,
-Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab,
-Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.
-Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,
-For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron
-
-   All. Double, double, toyle and trouble,
-Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble
-
-   2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
-Then the Charme is firme and good.
-Enter Hecat, and the other three Witches.
-
-  Hec. O well done: I commend your paines,
-And euery one shall share i'th' gaines:
-And now about the Cauldron sing
-Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,
-Inchanting all that you put in.
-
-Musicke and a Song. Blacke Spirits, &c.
-
-  2 By the pricking of my Thumbes,
-Something wicked this way comes:
-Open Lockes, who euer knockes.
-Enter Macbeth.
-
-  Macb. How now you secret, black, & midnight Hags?
-What is't you do?
-  All. A deed without a name
-
-   Macb. I coniure you, by that which you Professe,
-(How ere you come to know it) answer me:
-Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight
-Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues
-Confound and swallow Nauigation vp:
-Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe,
-Though Castles topple on their Warders heads:
-Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope
-Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure
-Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,
-Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me
-To what I aske you
-
-   1 Speake
-
-   2 Demand
-
-   3 Wee'l answer
-
-   1 Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes,
-Or from our Masters
-
-   Macb. Call 'em: let me see 'em
-
-   1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
-Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
-From the Murderers Gibbet, throw
-Into the Flame
-
-   All. Come high or low:
-Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show.
-Thunder. 1. Apparation, an Armed Head.
-
-  Macb. Tell me, thou vnknowne power
-
-   1 He knowes thy thought:
-Heare his speech, but say thou nought
-
-   1 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
-Beware Macduffe,
-Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.
-
-He Descends.
-
-  Macb. What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks
-Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more
-
-   1 He will not be commanded: heere's another
-More potent then the first.
-
-Thunder. 2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe.
-
-  2 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth
-
-   Macb. Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee
-
-   Appar. Be bloody, bold, & resolute:
-Laugh to scorne
-The powre of man: For none of woman borne
-Shall harme Macbeth.
-
-Descends.
-
-  Mac. Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee?
-But yet Ile make assurance: double sure,
-And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue,
-That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies;
-And sleepe in spight of Thunder.
-
-Thunder 3 Apparation, a Childe Crowned, with a Tree in his hand.
-
-What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
-And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
-And top of Soueraignty?
-  All. Listen, but speake not too't
-
-   3 Appar. Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
-Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:
-Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
-Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill
-Shall come against him.
-
-Descend.
-
-  Macb. That will neuer bee:
-Who can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree
-Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadments, good:
-Rebellious dead, rise neuer till the Wood
-Of Byrnan rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth
-Shall liue the Lease of Nature, pay his breath
-To time, and mortall Custome. Yet my Hart
-Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art
-Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer
-Reigne in this Kingdome?
-  All. Seeke to know no more
-
-   Macb. I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
-And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.
-Why sinkes that Caldron? & what noise is this?
-
-Hoboyes
-
-  1 Shew
-
-   2 Shew
-
-   3 Shew
-
-   All. Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,
-Come like shadowes, so depart.
-
-A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse in his hand.
-
-  Macb. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down:
-Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire
-Thou other Gold-bound-brow, is like the first:
-A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,
-Why do you shew me this? - A fourth? Start eyes!
-What will the Line stretch out to'th' cracke of Doome?
-Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more:
-And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
-Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
-That two-fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.
-Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true,
-For the Blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles vpon me,
-And points at them for his. What? is this so?
-  1 I Sir, all this is so. But why
-Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
-Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights,
-And shew the best of our delights.
-Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
-While you performe your Antique round:
-That this great King may kindly say,
-Our duties, did his welcome pay.
-
-Musicke. The Witches Dance, and vanish.
-
-  Macb. Where are they? Gone?
-Let this pernitious houre,
-Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
-Come in, without there.
-Enter Lenox.
-
-  Lenox. What's your Graces will
-
-   Macb. Saw you the Weyard Sisters?
-  Lenox. No my Lord
-
-   Macb. Came they not by you?
-  Lenox. No indeed my Lord
-
-   Macb. Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride,
-And damn'd all those that trust them. I did heare
-The gallopping of Horse. Who was't came by?
-  Len. 'Tis two or three my Lord, that bring you word:
-Macduff is fled to England
-
-   Macb. Fled to England?
-  Len. I, my good Lord
-
-   Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits:
-The flighty purpose neuer is o're-tooke
-Vnlesse the deed go with it. From this moment,
-The very firstlings of my heart shall be
-The firstlings of my hand. And euen now
-To Crown my thoughts with Acts: be it thoght & done:
-The Castle of Macduff, I will surprize.
-Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
-His Wife, his Babes, and all vnfortunate Soules
-That trace him in his Line. No boasting like a Foole,
-This deed Ile do, before this purpose coole,
-But no more sights. Where are these Gentlemen?
-Come bring me where they are.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-Scena Secunda.
-
-Enter Macduffes Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
-
-  Wife. What had he done, to make him fly the Land?
-  Rosse. You must haue patience Madam
-
-   Wife. He had none:
-His flight was madnesse: when our Actions do not,
-Our feares do make vs Traitors
-
-   Rosse. You know not
-Whether it was his wisedome, or his feare
-
-   Wife. Wisedom? to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes,
-His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place
-From whence himselfe do's flye? He loues vs not,
-He wants the naturall touch. For the poore Wren
-(The most diminitiue of Birds) will fight,
-Her yong ones in her Nest, against the Owle:
-All is the Feare, and nothing is the Loue;
-As little is the Wisedome, where the flight
-So runnes against all reason
-
-   Rosse. My deerest Cooz,
-I pray you schoole your selfe. But for your Husband,
-He is Noble, Wise, Iudicious, and best knowes
-The fits o'th' Season. I dare not speake much further,
-But cruell are the times, when we are Traitors
-And do not know our selues: when we hold Rumor
-From what we feare, yet know not what we feare,
-But floate vpon a wilde and violent Sea
-Each way, and moue. I take my leaue of you:
-Shall not be long but Ile be heere againe:
-Things at the worst will cease, or else climbe vpward,
-To what they were before. My pretty Cosine,
-Blessing vpon you
-
-   Wife. Father'd he is,
-And yet hee's Father-lesse
-
-   Rosse. I am so much a Foole, should I stay longer
-It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort.
-I take my leaue at once.
-
-Exit Rosse.
-
-  Wife. Sirra, your Fathers dead,
-And what will you do now? How will you liue?
-  Son. As Birds do Mother
-
-   Wife. What with Wormes, and Flyes?
-  Son. With what I get I meane, and so do they
-
-   Wife. Poore Bird,
-Thou'dst neuer Feare the Net, nor Lime,
-The Pitfall, nor the Gin
-
-   Son. Why should I Mother?
-Poore Birds they are not set for:
-My Father is not dead for all your saying
-
-   Wife. Yes, he is dead:
-How wilt thou do for a Father?
-  Son. Nay how will you do for a Husband?
-  Wife. Why I can buy me twenty at any Market
-
-   Son. Then you'l by 'em to sell againe
-
-   Wife. Thou speak'st withall thy wit,
-And yet I'faith with wit enough for thee
-
-   Son. Was my Father a Traitor, Mother?
-  Wife. I, that he was
-
-   Son. What is a Traitor?
-  Wife. Why one that sweares, and lyes
-
-   Son. And be all Traitors, that do so
-
-   Wife. Euery one that do's so, is a Traitor,
-And must be hang'd
-
-   Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear and lye?
-  Wife. Euery one
-
-   Son. Who must hang them?
-  Wife. Why, the honest men
-
-   Son. Then the Liars and Swearers are Fools: for there
-are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
-and hang vp them
-
-   Wife. Now God helpe thee, poore Monkie:
-But how wilt thou do for a Father?
-  Son. If he were dead, youl'd weepe for him: if you
-would not, it were a good signe, that I should quickely
-haue a new Father
-
-   Wife. Poore pratler, how thou talk'st?
-Enter a Messenger.
-
-  Mes. Blesse you faire Dame: I am not to you known,
-Though in your state of Honor I am perfect;
-I doubt some danger do's approach you neerely.
-If you will take a homely mans ad

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@@ -1,19 +1,22 @@
 /*
- * Copyright (c) 2014, Cloudera, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
+ * Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one
+ * or more contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file
+ * distributed with this work for additional information
+ * regarding copyright ownership.  The ASF licenses this file
+ * to you under the Apache License, Version 2.0 (the
+ * "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance
+ * with the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
  *
- * Cloudera, Inc. licenses this file to you under the Apache License,
- * Version 2.0 (the "License"). You may not use this file except in
- * compliance with the License. You may obtain a copy of the License at
+ *     http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
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- *
- * This software is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS, WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR
- * CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied. See the License for
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- * License.
+ * Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
+ * distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
+ * WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
+ * See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
+ * limitations under the License.
  */
 {
-"namespace": "com.cloudera.dataflow.spark.test",
+"namespace": "org.apache.beam.runners.spark.test",
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-THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET
-
-by William Shakespeare
-
-
-
-Dramatis Personae
-
-  Chorus.
-
-
-  Escalus, Prince of Verona.
-
-  Paris, a young Count, kinsman to the Prince.
-
-  Montague, heads of two houses at variance with each other.
-
-  Capulet, heads of two houses at variance with each other.
-
-  An old Man, of the Capulet family.
-
-  Romeo, son to Montague.
-
-  Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet.
-
-  Mercutio, kinsman to the Prince and friend to Romeo.
-
-  Benvolio, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo
-
-  Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet.
-
-  Friar Laurence, Franciscan.
-
-  Friar John, Franciscan.
-
-  Balthasar, servant to Romeo.
-
-  Abram, servant to Montague.
-
-  Sampson, servant to Capulet.
-
-  Gregory, servant to Capulet.
-
-  Peter, servant to Juliet's nurse.
-
-  An Apothecary.
-
-  Three Musicians.
-
-  An Officer.
-
-
-  Lady Montague, wife to Montague.
-
-  Lady Capulet, wife to Capulet.
-
-  Juliet, daughter to Capulet.
-
-  Nurse to Juliet.
-
-
-  Citizens of Verona; Gentlemen and Gentlewomen of both houses;
-    Maskers, Torchbearers, Pages, Guards, Watchmen, Servants, and
-    Attendants.
-
-                            SCENE.--Verona; Mantua.
-
-
-
-                        THE PROLOGUE
-
-                        Enter Chorus.
-
-
-  Chor. Two households, both alike in dignity,
-    In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
-    From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
-    Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
-    From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
-    A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
-    Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
-    Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
-    The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
-    And the continuance of their parents' rage,
-    Which, but their children's end, naught could remove,
-    Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
-    The which if you with patient ears attend,
-    What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
-                                                         [Exit.]
-
-
-
-
-ACT I. Scene I.
-Verona. A public place.
-
-Enter Sampson and Gregory (with swords and bucklers) of the house
-of Capulet.
-
-
-  Samp. Gregory, on my word, we'll not carry coals.
-
-  Greg. No, for then we should be colliers.
-
-  Samp. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
-
-  Greg. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of collar.
-
-  Samp. I strike quickly, being moved.
-
-  Greg. But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
-
-  Samp. A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
-
-  Greg. To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand.
-    Therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
-
-  Samp. A dog of that house shall move me to stand. I will take
-    the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
-
-  Greg. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the
-    wall.
-
-  Samp. 'Tis true; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
-    are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore I will push Montague's men
-    from the wall and thrust his maids to the wall.
-
-  Greg. The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
-
-  Samp. 'Tis all one. I will show myself a tyrant. When I have
-    fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids- I will cut off
-    their heads.
-
-  Greg. The heads of the maids?
-
-  Samp. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads.
-    Take it in what sense thou wilt.
-
-  Greg. They must take it in sense that feel it.
-
-  Samp. Me they shall feel while I am able to stand; and 'tis known I
-    am a pretty piece of flesh.
-
-  Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst
-    been poor-John. Draw thy tool! Here comes two of the house of
-    Montagues.
-
-           Enter two other Servingmen [Abram and Balthasar].
-
-
-  Samp. My naked weapon is out. Quarrel! I will back thee.
-
-  Greg. How? turn thy back and run?
-
-  Samp. Fear me not.
-
-  Greg. No, marry. I fear thee!
-
-  Samp. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
-
-  Greg. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.
-
-  Samp. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is
-    disgrace to them, if they bear it.
-
-  Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
-
-  Samp. I do bite my thumb, sir.
-
-  Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
-
-  Samp. [aside to Gregory] Is the law of our side if I say ay?
-
-  Greg. [aside to Sampson] No.
-
-  Samp. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my
-    thumb, sir.
-
-  Greg. Do you quarrel, sir?
-
-  Abr. Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
-
-  Samp. But if you do, sir, am for you. I serve as good a man as
-    you.
-
-  Abr. No better.
-
-  Samp. Well, sir.
-
-                        Enter Benvolio.
-
-
-  Greg. [aside to Sampson] Say 'better.' Here comes one of my
-    master's kinsmen.
-
-  Samp. Yes, better, sir.
-
-  Abr. You lie.
-
-  Samp. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
-                                                     They fight.
-
-  Ben. Part, fools! [Beats down their swords.]
-    Put up your swords. You know not what you do.
-
-                          Enter Tybalt.
-
-
-  Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
-    Turn thee Benvolio! look upon thy death.
-
-  Ben. I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,
-    Or manage it to part these men with me.
-
-  Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word
-    As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
-    Have at thee, coward!                            They fight.
-
-     Enter an officer, and three or four Citizens with clubs or
-                          partisans.
-
-
-  Officer. Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! beat them down!
-
-  Citizens. Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!
-
-           Enter Old Capulet in his gown, and his Wife.
-
-
-  Cap. What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
-
-  Wife. A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?
-
-  Cap. My sword, I say! Old Montague is come
-    And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
-
-                 Enter Old Montague and his Wife.
-
-
-  Mon. Thou villain Capulet!- Hold me not, let me go.
-
-  M. Wife. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
-
-                Enter Prince Escalus, with his Train.
-
-
-  Prince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
-    Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel-
-    Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
-    That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
-    With purple fountains issuing from your veins!
-    On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
-    Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground
-    And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
-    Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word
-    By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
-    Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets
-    And made Verona's ancient citizens
-    Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments
-    To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
-    Cank'red with peace, to part your cank'red hate.
-    If ever you disturb our streets again,
-    Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
-    For this time all the rest depart away.
-    You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
-    And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
-    To know our farther pleasure in this case,
-    To old Freetown, our common judgment place.
-    Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
-              Exeunt [all but Montague, his Wife, and Benvolio].
-
-  Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
-    Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
-
-  Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary
-    And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.
-    I drew to part them. In the instant came
-    The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd;
-    Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,
-    He swung about his head and cut the winds,
-    Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn.
-    While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
-    Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
-    Till the Prince came, who parted either part.
-
-  M. Wife. O, where is Romeo? Saw you him to-day?
-    Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
-
-  Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
-    Peer'd forth the golden window of the East,
-    A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
-    Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
-    That westward rooteth from the city's side,
-    So early walking did I see your son.
-    Towards him I made; but he was ware of me
-    And stole into the covert of the wood.
-    I- measuring his affections by my own,
-    Which then most sought where most might not be found,
-    Being one too many by my weary self-
-    Pursu'd my humour, not Pursuing his,
-    And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
-
-  Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
-    With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
-    Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
-    But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
-    Should in the furthest East bean to draw
-    The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
-    Away from light steals home my heavy son
-    And private in his chamber pens himself,
-    Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight
-    And makes himself an artificial night.
-    Black and portentous must this humour prove
-    Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
-
-  Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
-
-  Mon. I neither know it nor can learn of him
-
-  Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means?
-
-  Mon. Both by myself and many other friend;
-    But he, his own affections' counsellor,
-    Is to himself- I will not say how true-
-    But to himself so secret and so close,
-    So far from sounding and discovery,
-    As is the bud bit with an envious worm
-    Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air
-    Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
-    Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
-    We would as willingly give cure as know.
-
-                       Enter Romeo.
-
-
-  Ben. See, where he comes. So please you step aside,
-    I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
-
-  Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
-    To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away,
-                                     Exeunt [Montague and Wife].
-
-  Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
-
-  Rom. Is the day so young?
-
-  Ben. But new struck nine.
-
-  Rom. Ay me! sad hours seem long.
-    Was that my father that went hence so fast?
-
-  Ben. It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
-
-  Rom. Not having that which having makes them short.
-
-  Ben. In love?
-
-  Rom. Out-
-
-  Ben. Of love?
-
-  Rom. Out of her favour where I am in love.
-
-  Ben. Alas that love, so gentle in his view,
-    Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
-
-  Rom. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still,
-    Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
-    Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
-    Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
-    Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
-    Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
-    O anything, of nothing first create!
-    O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
-    Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
-    Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
-    Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is
-    This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
-    Dost thou not laugh?
-
-  Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.
-
-  Rom. Good heart, at what?
-
-  Ben. At thy good heart's oppression.
-
-  Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.
-    Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
-    Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
-    With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown
-    Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
-    Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;
-    Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
-    Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears.
-    What is it else? A madness most discreet,
-    A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
-    Farewell, my coz.
-
-  Ben. Soft! I will go along.
-    An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
-
-  Rom. Tut! I have lost myself; I am not here:
-    This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
-
-  Ben. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?
-
-  Rom. What, shall I groan and tell thee?
-
-  Ben. Groan? Why, no;
-    But sadly tell me who.
-
-  Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will.
-    Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!
-    In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
-
-  Ben. I aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd.
-
-  Rom. A right good markman! And she's fair I love.
-
-  Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
-
-  Rom. Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit
-    With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit,
-    And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
-    From Love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
-    She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
-    Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes,
-    Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
-    O, she's rich in beauty; only poor
-    That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.
-
-  Ben. Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
-
-  Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;
-    For beauty, starv'd with her severity,
-    Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
-    She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
-    To merit bliss by making me despair.
-    She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
-    Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
-
-  Ben. Be rul'd by me: forget to think of her.
-
-  Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think!
-
-  Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes.
-    Examine other beauties.
-
-  Rom. 'Tis the way
-    To call hers (exquisite) in question more.
-    These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,
-    Being black puts us in mind they hide the fair.
-    He that is strucken blind cannot forget
-    The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
-    Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
-    What doth her beauty serve but as a note
-    Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
-    Farewell. Thou canst not teach me to forget.
-
-  Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.      Exeunt.
-
-
-
-
-Scene II.
-A Street.
-
-Enter Capulet, County Paris, and [Servant] -the Clown.
-
-
-  Cap. But Montague is bound as well as I,
-    In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
-    For men so old as we to keep the peace.
-
-  Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both,
-    And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long.
-    But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
-
-  Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before:
-    My child is yet a stranger in the world,
-    She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;
-    Let two more summers wither in their pride
-    Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
-
-  Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made.
-
-  Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
-    The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she;
-    She is the hopeful lady of my earth.
-    But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart;
-    My will to her consent is but a part.
-    An she agree, within her scope of choice
-    Lies my consent and fair according voice.
-    This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
-    Whereto I have invited many a guest,
-    Such as I love; and you among the store,
-    One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
-    At my poor house look to behold this night
-    Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.
-    Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
-    When well apparell'd April on the heel
-    Of limping Winter treads, even such delight
-    Among fresh female buds shall you this night
-    Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see,
-    And like her most whose merit most shall be;
-    Which, on more view of many, mine, being one,
-    May stand in number, though in reck'ning none.
-    Come, go with me. [To Servant, giving him a paper] Go,
-    sirrah, trudge about
-    Through fair Verona; find those persons out
-    Whose names are written there, and to them say,
-    My house and welcome on their pleasure stay-
-                                     Exeunt [Capulet and Paris].
-
-  Serv. Find them out whose names are written here? It is written
-    that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor
-    with his last, the fisher with his pencil and the painter
-    with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are
-    here writ, and can never find what names the writing person
-    hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good time!
-
-                   Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
-
-
-  Ben. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
-    One pain is lessoned by another's anguish;
-    Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
-    One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
-    Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
-    And the rank poison of the old will die.
-
-  Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
-
-  Ben. For what, I pray thee?
-
-  Rom. For your broken shin.
-
-  Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
-
-  Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is;
-    Shut up in Prison, kept without my food,
-    Whipp'd and tormented and- God-den, good fellow.
-
-  Serv. God gi' go-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
-
-  Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
-
-  Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book. But I pray, can
-    you read anything you see?
-
-  Rom. Ay, If I know the letters and the language.
-
-  Serv. Ye say honestly. Rest you merry!
-
-  Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read.                       He reads.
-
-      'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
-      County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters;
-      The lady widow of Vitruvio;
-      Signior Placentio and His lovely nieces;
-      Mercutio and his brother Valentine;
-      Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters;
-      My fair niece Rosaline and Livia;
-      Signior Valentio and His cousin Tybalt;
-      Lucio and the lively Helena.'
-
-    [Gives back the paper.] A fair assembly. Whither should they
-    come?
-
-  Serv. Up.
-
-  Rom. Whither?
-
-  Serv. To supper, to our house.
-
-  Rom. Whose house?
-
-  Serv. My master's.
-
-  Rom. Indeed I should have ask'd you that before.
-
-  Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great
-    rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray
-    come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!               Exit.
-
-  Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
-    Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st;
-    With all the admired beauties of Verona.
-    Go thither, and with unattainted eye
-    Compare her face with some that I shall show,
-    And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
-
-  Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
-    Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
-    And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,
-    Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
-    One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
-    Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
-
-  Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by,
-    Herself pois'd with herself in either eye;
-    But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
-    Your lady's love against some other maid
-    That I will show you shining at this feast,
-    And she shall scant show well that now seems best.
-
-  Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
-    But to rejoice in splendour of my own.              [Exeunt.]
-
-
-
-
-Scene III.
-Capulet's house.
-
-Enter Capulet's Wife, and Nurse.
-
-
-  Wife. Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me.
-
-  Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old,
-    I bade her come. What, lamb! what ladybird!
-    God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
-
-                         Enter Juliet.
-
-
-  Jul. How now? Who calls?
-
-  Nurse. Your mother.
-
-  Jul. Madam, I am here.
-    What is your will?
-
-  Wife. This is the matter- Nurse, give leave awhile,
-    We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again;
-    I have rememb'red me, thou's hear our counsel.
-    Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.
-
-  Nurse. Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
-
-  Wife. She's not fourteen.
-
-  Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth-
-    And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four-
-    She is not fourteen. How long is it now
-    To Lammastide?
-
-  Wife. A fortnight and odd days.
-
-  Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,
-    Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.
-    Susan and she (God rest all Christian souls!)
-    Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God;
-    She was too good for me. But, as I said,
-    On Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen;
-    That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
-    'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
-    And she was wean'd (I never shall forget it),
-    Of all the days of the year, upon that day;
-    For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
-    Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall.
-    My lord and you were then at Mantua.
-    Nay, I do bear a brain. But, as I said,
-    When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
-    Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
-    To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
-    Shake, quoth the dovehouse! 'Twas no need, I trow,
-    To bid me trudge.
-    And since that time it is eleven years,
-    For then she could stand high-lone; nay, by th' rood,
-    She could have run and waddled all about;
-    For even the day before, she broke her brow;
-    And then my husband (God be with his soul!
-    'A was a merry man) took up the child.
-    'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
-    Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
-    Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidam,
-    The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay.'
-    To see now how a jest shall come about!
-    I warrant, an I should live a thousand yeas,
-    I never should forget it. 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he,
-    And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said 'Ay.'
-
-  Wife. Enough of this. I pray thee hold thy peace.
-
-  Nurse. Yes, madam. Yet I cannot choose but laugh
-    To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
-    And yet, I warrant, it bad upon it brow
-    A bump as big as a young cock'rel's stone;
-    A perilous knock; and it cried bitterly.
-    'Yea,' quoth my husband, 'fall'st upon thy face?
-    Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
-    Wilt thou not, Jule?' It stinted, and said 'Ay.'
-
-  Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
-
-  Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
-    Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd.
-    An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
-
-  Wife. Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
-    I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
-    How stands your disposition to be married?
-
-  Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
-
-  Nurse. An honour? Were not I thine only nurse,
-    I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
-
-  Wife. Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you,
-    Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
-    Are made already mothers. By my count,
-    I was your mother much upon these years
-    That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
-    The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
-
-  Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man
-    As all the world- why he's a man of wax.
-
-  Wife. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
-
-  Nurse. Nay, he's a flower, in faith- a very flower.
-
-  Wife. What say you? Can you love the gentleman?
-    This night you shall behold him at our feast.
-    Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
-    And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
-    Examine every married lineament,
-    And see how one another lends content;
-    And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies
-    Find written in the margent of his eyes,
-    This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
-    To beautify him only lacks a cover.
-    The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
-    For fair without the fair within to hide.
-    That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
-    That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
-    So shall you share all that he doth possess,
-    By having him making yourself no less.
-
-  Nurse. No less? Nay, bigger! Women grow by men
-
-  Wife. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
-
-  Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move;
-    But no more deep will I endart mine eye
-    Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
-
-                        Enter Servingman.
-
-
-  Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper serv'd up, you call'd,
-    my young lady ask'd for, the nurse curs'd in the pantry, and
-    everything in extremity. I must hence to wait. I beseech you
-    follow straight.
-
-  Wife. We follow thee.                       Exit [Servingman].
-    Juliet, the County stays.
-
-  Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
-                                                         Exeunt.
-
-
-
-
-Scene IV.
-A street.
-
-Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six other Maskers;
-Torchbearers.
-
-
-  Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
-    Or shall we on without apology?
-
-  Ben. The date is out of such prolixity.
-    We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
-    Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
-    Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper;
-    Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
-    After the prompter, for our entrance;
-    But, let them measure us by what they will,
-    We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
-
-  Rom. Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling.
-    Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
-
-  Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
-
-  Rom. Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes
-    With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead
-    So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
-
-  Mer. You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings
-    And soar with them above a common bound.
-
-  Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
-    To soar with his light feathers; and so bound
-    I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.
-    Under love's heavy burthen do I sink.
-
-  Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burthen love-
-    Too great oppression for a tender thing.
-
-  Rom. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
-    Too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like thorn.
-
-  Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
-    Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
-    Give me a case to put my visage in.
-    A visor for a visor! What care I
-    What curious eye doth quote deformities?
-    Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
-
-  Ben. Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in
-    But every man betake him to his legs.
-
-  Rom. A torch for me! Let wantons light of heart
-    Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels;
-    For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase,
-    I'll be a candle-holder and look on;
-    The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
-
-  Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own word!
-    If thou art Dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
-    Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
-    Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
-
-  Rom. Nay, that's not so.
-
-  Mer. I mean, sir, in delay
-    We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
-    Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
-    Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
-
-  Rom. And we mean well, in going to this masque;
-    But 'tis no wit to go.
-
-  Mer. Why, may one ask?
-
-  Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.
-
-  Mer. And so did I.
-
-  Rom. Well, what was yours?
-
-  Mer. That dreamers often lie.
-
-  Rom. In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
-
-  Mer. O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
-    She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
-    In shape no bigger than an agate stone
-    On the forefinger of an alderman,
-    Drawn with a team of little atomies
-    Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
-    Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs,
-    The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
-    Her traces, of the smallest spider's web;
-    Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams;
-    Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;
-    Her wagoner, a small grey-coated gnat,
-    Not half so big as a round little worm
-    Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
-    Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
-    Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
-    Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
-    And in this state she 'gallops night by night
-    Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
-    O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on cursies straight;
-    O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
-    O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
-    Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
-    Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
-    Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
-    And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
-    And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
-    Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
-    Then dreams he of another benefice.
-    Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
-    And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
-    Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
-    Of healths five fadom deep; and then anon
-    Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
-    And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two
-    And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
-    That plats the manes of horses in the night
-    And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish, hairs,
-    Which once untangled much misfortune bodes
-    This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
-    That presses them and learns them first to bear,
-    Making them women of good carriage.
-    This is she-
-
-  Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
-    Thou talk'st of nothing.
-
-  Mer. True, I talk of dreams;
-    Which are the children of an idle brain,
-    Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
-    Which is as thin of substance as the air,
-    And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
-    Even now the frozen bosom of the North
-    And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
-    Turning his face to the dew-dropping South.
-
-  Ben. This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves.
-    Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
-
-  Rom. I fear, too early; for my mind misgives
-    Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
-    Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
-    With this night's revels and expire the term
-    Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,
-    By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
-    But he that hath the steerage of my course
-    Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen!
-
-  Ben. Strike, drum.
-                           They march about the stage. [Exeunt.]
-
-
-
-
-Scene V.
-Capulet's house.
-
-Servingmen come forth with napkins.
-
-  1. Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away?
-    He shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher!
-  2. Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
-    hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing.
-  1. Serv. Away with the join-stools, remove the court-cubbert,
-    look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane and, as
-    thou loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and
-Nell.
-    Anthony, and Potpan!
-  2. Serv. Ay, boy, ready.
-  1. Serv. You are look'd for and call'd for, ask'd for and
-    sought for, in the great chamber.
-  3. Serv. We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys!
-    Be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.      Exeunt.
-
-    Enter the Maskers, Enter, [with Servants,] Capulet, his Wife,
-              Juliet, Tybalt, and all the Guests
-               and Gentlewomen to the Maskers.
-
-
-  Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes
-    Unplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you.
-    Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
-    Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,
-    She I'll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?
-    Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
-    That I have worn a visor and could tell
-    A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
-    Such as would please. 'Tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone!
-    You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.
-    A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
-                                    Music plays, and they dance.
-    More light, you knaves! and turn the tables up,
-    And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
-    Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
-    Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet,
-    For you and I are past our dancing days.
-    How long is't now since last yourself and I
-    Were in a mask?
-  2. Cap. By'r Lady, thirty years.
-
-  Cap. What, man? 'Tis not so much, 'tis not so much!
-    'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,
-    Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
-    Some five-and-twenty years, and then we mask'd.
-  2. Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more! His son is elder, sir;
-    His son is thirty.
-
-  Cap. Will you tell me that?
-    His son was but a ward two years ago.
-
-  Rom. [to a Servingman] What lady's that, which doth enrich the
-    hand Of yonder knight?
-
-  Serv. I know not, sir.
-
-  Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
-    It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
-    Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
-    Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
-    So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
-    As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
-    The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand
-    And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
-    Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
-    For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
-
-  Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
-    Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave
-    Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
-    To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
-    Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
-    To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
-
-  Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? Wherefore storm you so?
-
-  Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
-    A villain, that is hither come in spite
-    To scorn at our solemnity this night.
-
-  Cap. Young Romeo is it?
-
-  Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
-
-  Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.
-    'A bears him like a portly gentleman,
-    And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
-    To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth.
-    I would not for the wealth of all this town
-    Here in my house do him disparagement.
-    Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
-    It is my will; the which if thou respect,
-    Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
-    An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
-
-  Tyb. It fits when such a villain is a guest.
-    I'll not endure him.
-
-  Cap. He shall be endur'd.
-    What, goodman boy? I say he shall. Go to!
-    Am I the master here, or you? Go to!
-    You'll not endure him? God shall mend my soul!
-    You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
-    You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
-
-  Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
-
-  Cap. Go to, go to!
-    You are a saucy boy. Is't so, indeed?
-    This trick may chance to scathe you. I know what.
-    You must contrary me! Marry, 'tis time.-
-    Well said, my hearts!- You are a princox- go!
-    Be quiet, or- More light, more light!- For shame!
-    I'll make you quiet; what!- Cheerly, my hearts!
-
-  Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
-    Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
-    I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall,
-    Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall.          Exit.
-
-  Rom. If I profane with my unworthiest hand
-    This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
-    My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
-    To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
-
-  Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
-    Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
-    For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
-    And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
-
-  Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
-
-  Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in pray'r.
-
-  Rom. O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do!
-    They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
-
-  Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
-
-  Rom. Then move not while my prayer's effect I take.
-    Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd.  [Kisses her.]
-
-  Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
-
-  Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd!
-    Give me my sin again.                          [Kisses her.]
-
-  Jul. You kiss by th' book.
-
-  Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
-
-  Rom. What is her mother?
-
-  Nurse. Marry, bachelor,
-    Her mother is the lady of the house.
-    And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
-    I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal.
-    I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
-    Shall have the chinks.
-
-  Rom. Is she a Capulet?
-    O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
-
-  Ben. Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.
-
-  Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
-
-  Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
-    We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
-    Is it e'en so? Why then, I thank you all.
-    I thank you, honest gentlemen. Good night.
-    More torches here! [Exeunt Maskers.] Come on then, let's to bed.
-    Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late;
-    I'll to my rest.
-                              Exeunt [all but Juliet and Nurse].
-
-  Jul. Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
-
-  Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
-
-  Jul. What's he that now is going out of door?
-
-  Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.
-
-  Jul. What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
-
-  Nurse. I know not.
-
-  Jul. Go ask his name.- If he be married,
-    My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
-
-  Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
-    The only son of your great enemy.
-
-  Jul. My only love, sprung from my only hate!
-    Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
-    Prodigious birth of love it is to me
-    That I must love a loathed enemy.
-
-  Nurse. What's this? what's this?
-
-  Jul. A rhyme I learnt even now
-    Of one I danc'd withal.
-                                     One calls within, 'Juliet.'
-
-  Nurse. Anon, anon!
-    Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.        Exeunt.
-
-
-
-
-PROLOGUE
-
-Enter Chorus.
-
-
-  Chor. Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,
-    And young affection gapes to be his heir;
-    That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
-    With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
-    Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
-    Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
-    But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,
-    And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks.
-    Being held a foe, he may not have access
-    To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear,
-    And she as much in love, her means much less
-    To meet her new beloved anywhere;
-    But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,
-    Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.
-Exit.
-
-
-
-
-ACT II. Scene I.
-A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.
-
-Enter Romeo alone.
-
-
-  Rom. Can I go forward when my heart is here?
-    Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
-                     [Climbs the wall and leaps down within it.]
-
-                   Enter Benvolio with Mercutio.
-
-
-  Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Romeo!
-
-  Mer. He is wise,
-    And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed.
-
-  Ben. He ran this way, and leapt this orchard wall.
-    Call, good Mercutio.
-
-  Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.
-    Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
-    Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh;
-    Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied!
-    Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove';
-    Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
-    One nickname for her purblind son and heir,
-    Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim
-    When King Cophetua lov'd the beggar maid!
-    He heareth not, he stirreth not, be moveth not;
-    The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
-    I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes.
-    By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
-    By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
-    And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
-    That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
-
-  Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
-
-  Mer. This cannot anger him. 'Twould anger him
-    To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
-    Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
-    Till she had laid it and conjur'd it down.
-    That were some spite; my invocation
-    Is fair and honest: in his mistress' name,
-    I conjure only but to raise up him.
-
-  Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees
-    To be consorted with the humorous night.
-    Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
-
-  Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
-    Now will he sit under a medlar tree
-    And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
-    As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.
-    O, Romeo, that she were, O that she were
-    An open et cetera, thou a pop'rin pear!
-    Romeo, good night. I'll to my truckle-bed;
-    This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.
-    Come, shall we go?
-
-  Ben. Go then, for 'tis in vain
-    'To seek him here that means not to be found.
-                                                         Exeunt.
-
-
-
-
-Scene II.
-Capulet's orchard.
-
-Enter Romeo.
-
-
-  Rom. He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
-
-                     Enter Juliet above at a window.
-
-    But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
-    It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
-    Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
-    Who is already sick and pale with grief
-    That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
-    Be not her maid, since she is envious.
-    Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
-    And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
-    It is my lady; O, it is my love!
-    O that she knew she were!
-    She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
-    Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
-    I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks.
-    Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
-    Having some business, do entreat her eyes
-    To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
-    What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
-    The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
-    As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
-    Would through the airy region stream so bright
-    That birds would sing and think it were not night.
-    See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
-    O that I were a glove upon that hand,
-    That I might touch that cheek!
-
-  Jul. Ay me!
-
-  Rom. She speaks.
-    O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
-    As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
-    As is a winged messenger of heaven
-    Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes
-    Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
-    When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
-    And sails upon the bosom of the air.
-
-  Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
-    Deny thy father and refuse thy name!
-    Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
-    And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
-
-  Rom. [aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
-
-  Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
-    Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
-    What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
-    Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
-    Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
-    What's in a name? That which we call a rose
-    By any other name would smell as sweet.
-    So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
-    Retain that dear perfection which he owes
-    Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
-    And for that name, which is no part of thee,
-    Take all myself.
-
-  Rom. I take thee at thy word.
-    Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;
-    Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
-
-  Jul. What man art thou that, thus bescreen'd in night,
-    So stumblest on my counsel?
-
-  Rom. By a name
-    I know not how to tell thee who I am.
-    My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
-    Because it is an enemy to thee.
-    Had I it written, I would tear the word.
-
-  Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
-    Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound.
-    Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
-
-  Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
-
-  Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
-    The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
-    And the place death, considering who thou art,
-    If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
-
-  Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls;
-    For stony limits cannot hold love out,
-    And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
-    Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
-
-  Jul. If they do see thee, they will murther thee.
-
-  Rom. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
-    Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet,
-    And I am proof against their enmity.
-
-  Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here.
-
-  Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
-    And but thou love me, let them find me here.
-    My life were better ended by their hate
-    Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
-
-  Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
-
-  Rom. By love, that first did prompt me to enquire.
-    He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
-    I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
-    As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
-    I would adventure for such merchandise.
-
-  Jul. Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;
-    Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
-    For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.
-    Fain would I dwell on form- fain, fain deny
-    What I have spoke; but farewell compliment!
-    Dost thou love me, I know thou wilt say 'Ay';
-    And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st,
-    Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,
-    They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
-    If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
-    Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
-    I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
-    So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
-    In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
-    And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light;
-    But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
-    Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
-    I should have been more strange, I must confess,
-    But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
-    My true-love passion. Therefore pardon me,
-    And not impute this yielding to light love,
-    Which the dark night hath so discovered.
-
-  Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
-    That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-
-
-  Jul. O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
-    That monthly changes in her circled orb,
-    Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
-
-  Rom. What shall I swear by?
-
-  Jul. Do not swear at all;
-    Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
-    Which is the god of my idolatry,
-    And I'll believe thee.
-
-  Rom. If my heart's dear love-
-
-  Jul. Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
-    I have no joy of this contract to-night.
-    It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;
-    Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
-    Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
-    This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
-    May prove a beauteous flow'r when next we meet.
-    Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
-    Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
-
-  Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
-
-  Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
-
-  Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
-
-  Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;
-    And yet I would it were to give again.
-
-  Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
-
-  Jul. But to be frank and give it thee again.
-    And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
-    My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
-    My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
-    The more I have, for both are infinite.
-    I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu!
-                                           [Nurse] calls within.
-    Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
-    Stay but a little, I will come again.                [Exit.]
-
-  Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
-    Being in night, all this is but a dream,
-    Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
-
-                       Enter Juliet above.
-
-
-  Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
-    If that thy bent of love be honourable,
-    Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
-    By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
-    Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
-    And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
-    And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
-
-  Nurse. (within) Madam!
-
-  Jul. I come, anon.- But if thou meanest not well,
-    I do beseech thee-
-
-  Nurse. (within) Madam!
-
-  Jul. By-and-by I come.-
-    To cease thy suit and leave me to my grief.
-    To-morrow will I send.
-
-  Rom. So thrive my soul-
-
-  Jul. A thousand times good night!                        Exit.
-
-  Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light!
-    Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;
-    But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.
-
-                     Enter Juliet again, [above].
-
-
-  Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer's voice
-    To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
-    Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud;
-    Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
-    And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
-    With repetition of my Romeo's name.
-    Romeo!
-
-  Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name.
-    How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
-    Like softest music to attending ears!
-
-  Jul. Romeo!
-
-  Rom. My dear?
-
-  Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
-    Shall I send to thee?
-
-  Rom. By the hour of nine.
-
-  Jul. I will not fail. 'Tis twenty years till then.
-    I have forgot why I did call thee back.
-
-  Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it.
-
-  Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
-    Rememb'ring how I love thy company.
-
-  Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
-    Forgetting any other home but this.
-
-  Jul. 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone-
-    And yet no farther than a wanton's bird,
-    That lets it hop a little from her hand,
-    Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
-    And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
-    So loving-jealous of his liberty.
-
-  Rom. I would I were thy bird.
-
-  Jul. Sweet, so would I.
-    Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
-    Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
-    That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
-                                                         [Exit.]
-
-  Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
-    Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
-    Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
-    His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.
- Exit
-
-
-
-
-Scene III.
-Friar Laurence's cell.
-
-Enter Friar, [Laurence] alone, with a basket.
-
-
-  Friar. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,
-    Check'ring the Eastern clouds with streaks of light;
-    And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
-    From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels.
-    Non, ere the sun advance his burning eye
-    The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
-    I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
-    With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
-    The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb.
-    What is her burying gave, that is her womb;
-    And from her womb children of divers kind
-    We sucking on her natural bosom find;
-    Many for many virtues excellent,
-    None but for some, and yet all different.
-    O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
-    In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities;
-    For naught so vile that on the earth doth live
-    But to the earth some special good doth give;
-    Nor aught so good but, strain'd from that fair use,
-    Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.
-    Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,
-    And vice sometime's by action dignified.
-    Within the infant rind of this small flower
-    Poison hath residence, and medicine power;
-    For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
-    Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
-    Two such opposed kings encamp them still
-    In man as well as herbs- grace and rude will;
-    And where the worser is predominant,
-    Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
-
-                        Enter Romeo.
-
-
-  Rom. Good morrow, father.
-
-  Friar. Benedicite!
-    What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
-    Young son, it argues a distempered head
-    So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.
-    Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
-    And where care lodges sleep will never lie;
-    But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
-    Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
-    Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
-    Thou art uprous'd with some distemp'rature;
-    Or if not so, then here I hit it right-
-    Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
-
-  Rom. That last is true-the sweeter rest was mine.
-
-  Friar. God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline?
-
-  Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No.
-    I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
-
-  Friar. That's my good son! But where hast thou been then?
-
-  Rom. I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.
-    I have been feasting with mine enemy,
-    Where on a sudden one hath wounded me
-    That's by me wounded. Both our remedies
-    Within thy help and holy physic lies.
-    I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
-    My intercession likewise steads my foe.
-
-  Friar. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift
-    Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
-
-  Rom. Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
-    On the fair daughter of rich Capulet;
-    As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine,
-    And all combin'd, save what thou must combine
-    By holy marriage. When, and where, and how
-    We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow,
-    I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
-    That thou consent to marry us to-day.
-
-  Friar. Holy Saint Francis! What a change is here!
-    Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,
-    So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies
-    Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
-    Jesu Maria! What a deal of brine
-    Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
-    How much salt water thrown away in waste,
-    To season love, that of it doth not taste!
-    The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
-    Thy old groans ring yet in mine ancient ears.
-    Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
-    Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet.
-    If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,
-    Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.
-    And art thou chang'd? Pronounce this sentence then:
-    Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
-
-  Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
-
-  Friar. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
-
-  Rom. And bad'st me bury love.
-
-  Friar. Not in a grave
-    To lay one in, another out to have.
-
-  Rom. I pray thee chide not. She whom I love now
-    Doth grace for grace and love for love allow.
-    The other did not so.
-
-  Friar. O, she knew well
-    Thy love did read by rote, that could not spell.
-    But come, young waverer, come go with me.
-    In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
-    For this alliance may so happy prove
-    To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
-
-  Rom. O, let us hence! I stand on sudden haste.
-
-  Friar. Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
-                                                         Exeunt.
-
-
-
-
-Scene IV.
-A street.
-
-Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.
-
-
-  Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?
-    Came he not home to-night?
-
-  Ben. Not to his father's. I spoke with his man.
-
-  Mer. Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline,
-    Torments him so that he will sure run mad.
-
-  Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,
-    Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
-
-  Mer. A challenge, on my life.
-
-  Ben. Romeo will answer it.
-
-  Mer. Any man that can write may answer a letter.
-
-  Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares,
-    being dared.
-
-  Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabb'd with a white
-    wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love song; the
-    very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's
-    butt-shaft; and is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
-
-  Ben. Why, what is Tybalt?
-
-  Mer. More than Prince of Cats, I can tell you. O, he's the
-    courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing
-    pricksong-keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his
-    minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom! the very
-    butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist! a gentleman
-    of the very first house, of the first and second cause. Ah, the
-    immortal passado! the punto reverse! the hay.
-
-  Ben. The what?
-
-  Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes-
-    these new tuners of accent! 'By Jesu, a very good blade! a very
-    tall man! a very good whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
-    grandsir, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange
-    flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardona-mi's, who stand
-    so much on the new form that they cannot sit at ease on the old
-    bench? O, their bones, their bones!
-
-                               Enter Romeo.
-
-
-  Ben. Here comes Romeo! here comes Romeo!
-
-  Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring. O flesh, flesh, how
-    art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch
-    flowed in. Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen wench (marry, she
-    had a better love to berhyme her), Dido a dowdy, Cleopatra a gypsy,
-    Helen and Hero hildings and harlots, This be a gray eye or so,
-    but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bon jour! There's a French
-    salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
-    fairly last night.
-
-  Rom. Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
-
-  Mer. The slip, sir, the slip. Can you not conceive?
-
-  Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio. My business was great, and in such a
-    case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
-
-  Mer. That's as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a
-    man to bow in the hams.
-
-  Rom. Meaning, to cursy.
-
-  Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
-
-  Rom. A most courteous exposition.
-
-  Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
-
-  Rom. Pink for flower.
-
-  Mer. Right.
-
-  Rom. Why, then is my pump well-flower'd.
-
-  Mer. Well said! Follow me this jest now till thou hast worn out
-    thy pump, that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may
-    remain, after the wearing, solely singular.
-
-  Rom. O single-sold jest, solely singular for the singleness!
-
-  Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio! My wits faint.
-
-  Rom. Swits and spurs, swits and spurs! or I'll cry a match.
-
-  Mer. Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done; for
-    thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits than, I am
-    sure, I have in my whole five. Was I with you there for the goose?
-
-  Rom. Thou wast never with me for anything when thou wast not
-    there for the goose.
-
-  Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
-
-  Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not!
-
-  Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
-
-  Rom. And is it not, then, well serv'd in to a sweet goose?
-
-  Mer. O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch
-    narrow to an ell broad!
-
-  Rom. I stretch it out for that word 'broad,' which, added to
-    the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
-
-  Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now
-    art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by
-    art as well as by nature. For this drivelling love is like a
-    great natural that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in
-    a hole.
-
-  Ben. Stop there, stop there!
-
-  Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
-
-  Ben. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
-
-  Mer. O, thou art deceiv'd! I would have made it short; for I
-    was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to
-    occupy the argument no longer.
-
-  Rom. Here's goodly gear!
-
-                      Enter Nurse and her Man [Peter].
-
-
-  Mer. A sail, a sail!
-
-  Ben. Two, two! a shirt and a smock.
-
-  Nurse. Peter!
-
-  Peter. Anon.
-
-  Nurse. My fan, Peter.
-
-  Mer. Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer face of
-    the two.
-
-  Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
-
-  Mer. God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman.
-
-  Nurse. Is it good-den?
-
-  Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell ye; for the bawdy hand of the dial is
-    now upon the prick of noon.
-
-  Nurse. Out upon you! What a man are you!
-
-  Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar.
-
-  Nurse. By my troth, it is well said. 'For himself to mar,'
-    quoth 'a? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the
-    young Romeo?
-
-  Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you
-    have found him than he was when you sought him. I am the youngest
-    of that name, for fault of a worse.
-
-  Nurse. You say well.
-
-  Mer. Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i' faith! wisely,
-    wisely.
-
-  Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.
-
-  Ben. She will endite him to some supper.
-
-  Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!
-
-  Rom. What hast thou found?
-
-  Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is
-    something stale and hoar ere it be spent
-                                     He walks by them and sings.
-
-                   An old hare hoar,
-                   And an old hare hoar,
-                Is very good meat in Lent;
-                   But a hare that is hoar
-                   Is too much for a score
-                When it hoars ere it be spent.
-
-    Romeo, will you come to your father's? We'll to dinner thither.
-
-  Rom. I will follow you.
-
-  Mer. Farewell, ancient lady. Farewell,
-    [sings] lady, lady, lady.
-                                      Exeunt Mercutio, Benvolio.
-
-  Nurse. Marry, farewell! I Pray you, Sir, what saucy merchant
-    was this that was so full of his ropery?
-
-  Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk and
-    will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
-
-  Nurse. An 'a speak anything against me, I'll take him down, an
-'a
-    were lustier than he is, and twenty such jacks; and if I cannot,
-    I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his
-    flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates. And thou must
-    stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure!
-
-  Peter. I saw no man use you at his pleasure. If I had, my
-    weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you. I dare draw as
-    soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the
-    law on my side.
-
-  Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me
-    quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word; and, as I told you,
-    my young lady bid me enquire you out. What she bid me say, I
-    will keep to myself; but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead
-    her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of
-    behaviour, as they say; for the gentlewoman is young; and
-    therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were
-    an ill thing to be off'red to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
-
-  Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto
-    thee-
-
-  Nurse. Good heart, and I faith I will tell her as much. Lord,
-    Lord! she will be a joyful woman.
-
-  Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? Thou dost not mark me.
-
-  Nurse. I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as I
-    take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
-
-  Rom. Bid her devise
-    Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
-    And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
-    Be shriv'd and married. Here is for thy pains.
-
-  Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
-
-  Rom. Go to! I say you shall.
-
-  Nurse. This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there.
-
-  Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall.
-    Within this hour my man shall be with thee
-    And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair,
-    Which to the high topgallant of my joy
-    Must be my convoy in the secret night.
-    Farewell. Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains.
-    Farewell. Commend me to thy mistress.
-
-  Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
-
-  Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
-
-  Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
-    Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
-
-  Rom. I warrant thee my man's as true as steel.
-
-  Nurse. Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady. Lord, Lord!
-    when 'twas a little prating thing- O, there is a nobleman in
-    town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she,
-    good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I
-    anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man;
-    but I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any
-    clout in the versal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both
-    with a letter?
-
-  Rom. Ay, nurse; what of that? Both with an R.
-
-  Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R is for the- No; I
-    know it begins with some other letter; and she hath the prettiest
-    sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you
-    good to hear it.
-
-  Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
-
-  Nurse. Ay, a thousand times. [Exit Romeo.] Peter!
-
-  Peter. Anon.
-
-  Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before, and apace.
-                                                         Exeunt.
-
-
-
-
-Scene V.
-Capulet's orchard.
-
-Enter Juliet.
-
-
-  Jul. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
-    In half an hour she 'promis'd to return.
-    Perchance she cannot meet him. That's not so.
-    O, she is lame! Love's heralds should be thoughts,
-    Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams
-    Driving back shadows over low'ring hills.
-    Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw Love,
-    And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
-    Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
-    Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
-    Is three long hours; yet she is not come.
-    Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
-    She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
-    My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
-    And his to me,
-    But old folks, many feign as they were dead-
-    Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
-
-                      Enter Nurse [and Peter].
-
-    O God, she comes! O honey nurse, what news?
-    Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
-
-  Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.
-                                                   [Exit Peter.]
-
-  Jul. Now, good sweet nurse- O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
-    Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
-    If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
-    By playing it to me with so sour a face.
-
-  Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave awhile.
-    Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunce have I had!
-
-  Jul. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news.
-    Nay, come, I pray thee speak. Good, good nurse, speak.
-
-  Nurse. Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay awhile?
-    Do you not see that I am out of breath?
-
-  Jul. How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
-    To say to me that thou art out of breath?
-    The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
-    Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
-    Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that.
-    Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance.
-    Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
-
-  Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to
-    choose a man. Romeo? No, not he. Though his face be better
-    than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand and a
-    foot, and a body, though they be not to be talk'd on, yet
-    they are past compare. He is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll
-    warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench; serve
-God.
-    What, have you din'd at home?
-
-  Jul. No, no. But all this did I know before.
-    What says he of our marriage? What of that?
-
-  Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I!
-    It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
-    My back o' t' other side,- ah, my back, my back!
-    Beshrew your heart for sending me about
-    To catch my death with jauncing up and down!
-
-  Jul. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
-    Sweet, sweet, Sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
-
-  Nurse. Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a courteous,
-    and a kind, and a handsome; and, I warrant, a virtuous- Where
-    is your mother?
-
-  Jul. Where is my mother? Why, she is within.
-    Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
-    'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
-    "Where is your mother?"'
-
-  Nurse. O God's Lady dear!
-    Are you so hot? Marry come up, I trow.
-    Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
-    Henceforward do your messages yourself.
-
-  Jul. Here's such a coil! Come, what says Romeo?
-
-  Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
-
-  Jul. I have.
-
-  Nurse. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
-    There stays a husband to make you a wife.
-    Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks:
-    They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
-    Hie you to church; I must another way,
-    To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
-    Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark.
-    I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;
-    But you shall bear the burthen soon at night.
-    Go; I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.
-
-  Jul. Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
-                                                         Exeunt.
-
-
-
-
-Scene VI.
-Friar Laurence's cell.
-
-Enter Friar [Laurence] and Romeo.
-
-
-  Friar. So smile the heavens upon this holy act
-    That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
-
-  Rom. Amen, amen! But come what sorrow can,
-    It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
-    That one short minute gives me in her sight.
-    Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
-    Then love-devouring death do what he dare-
-    It is enough I may but call her mine.
-
-  Friar. These violent delights have violent ends
-    And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
-    Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey
-    Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
-    And in the taste confounds the appetite.
-    Therefore love moderately: long love doth so;
-    Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
-
-                     Enter Juliet.
-
-    Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
-    Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
-    A lover may bestride the gossamer
-    That idles in the wanton summer air,
-    And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
-
-  Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
-
-  Friar. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
-
-  Jul. As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
-
-  Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
-    Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
-    To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
-    This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
-    Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both
-    Receive in either by this dear encounter.
-
-  Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
-    Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
-    They are but beggars that can count their worth;
-    But my true love is grown to such excess
-    cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
-
-  Friar. Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
-    For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
-    Till Holy Church incorporate two in one.
-                                                       [Exeunt.]
-
-
-
-
-ACT III. Scene I.
-A public place.
-
-Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and Men.
-
-
-  Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire.
-    The day is hot, the Capulets abroad.
-    And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,
-    For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
-
-  Mer. Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters
-    the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table and
-    says 'God send me no need of thee!' and by the operation of the
-    second cup draws him on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
-
-  Ben. Am I like such a fellow?
-
-  Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a jack in thy mood as any in
-    Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be
-    moved.
-
-  Ben. And what to?
-
-  Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly,
-    for one would kill the other. Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a
-    man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast.
-    Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
-    other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What eye but such an
-    eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels
-    as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as
-    addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrell'd with a
-    man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog
-    that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a
-    tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter, with
-    another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt
-    tutor me from quarrelling!
-
-  Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should
-    buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
-
-  Mer. The fee simple? O simple!
-
-                       Enter Tybalt and others.
-
-
-  Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
-
-  Mer. By my heel, I care not.
-
-  Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
-    Gentlemen, good den. A word with one of you.
-
-  Mer. And but one word with one of us?
-    Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.
-
-  Tyb. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me
-    occasion.
-
-  Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving
-
-  Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.
-
-  Mer. Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make
-    minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's my
-    fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!
-
-  Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men.
-    Either withdraw unto some private place
-    And reason coldly of your grievances,
-    Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us.
-
-  Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.
-    I will not budge for no man's pleasure,
-
-                        Enter Romeo.
-
-
-  Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.
-
-  Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your livery.
-    Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower!
-    Your worship in that sense may call him man.
-
-  Tyb. Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
-    No better term than this: thou art a villain.
-
-  Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
-    Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
-    To such a greeting. Villain am I none.
-    Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not.
-
-  Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
-    That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
-
-  Rom. I do protest I never injur'd thee,
-    But love thee better than thou canst devise
-    Till thou shalt know the reason of my love;
-    And so good Capulet, which name I tender
-    As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.
-
-  Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
-    Alla stoccata carries it away.                      [Draws.]
-    Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk?
-
-  Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me?
-
-  Mer. Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives.
-That I
-    mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter,
-
-    dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out
-    of his pitcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your
-    ears ere it be out.
-
-  Tyb. I am for you.                                    [Draws.]
-
-  Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
-
-  Mer. Come, sir, your passado!
-                                                   [They fight.]
-
-  Rom. Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
-    Gentlemen, for shame! forbear this outrage!
-    Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath
-    Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.
-    Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
-         Tybalt under Romeo's arm thrusts Mercutio in, and flies
-                                           [with his Followers].
-
-  Mer. I am hurt.
-    A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
-    Is he gone and hath nothing?
-
-  Ben. What, art thou hurt?
-
-  Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, 'tis enough.
-    Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
-                                                    [Exit Page.]
-
-  Rom. Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.
-
-  Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door;
-    but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me to-morrow, and you
-    shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this
-    world. A plague o' both your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a
-    mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue,
-a
-    villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil
-    came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
-
-  Rom. I thought all for the best.
-
-  Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
-    Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
-    They have made worms' meat of me. I have it,
-    And soundly too. Your houses!
-                                 [Exit. [supported by Benvolio].
-
-  Rom. This gentleman, the Prince's near ally,
-    My very friend, hath got this mortal hurt
-    In my behalf- my reputation stain'd
-    With Tybalt's slander- Tybalt, that an hour
-    Hath been my kinsman. O sweet Juliet,
-    Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
-    And in my temper soft'ned valour's steel
-
-                      Enter Benvolio.
-
-
-  Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
-    That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
-    Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
-
-  Rom. This day's black fate on moe days doth depend;
-    This but begins the woe others must end.
-
-                       Enter Tybalt.
-
-
-  Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
-
-  Rom. Alive in triumph, and Mercutio slain?
-    Away to heaven respective lenity,
-    And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!
-    Now, Tybalt, take the 'villain' back again
-    That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
-    Is but a little way above our heads,
-    Staying for thine to keep him company.
-    Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
-
-  Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
-    Shalt with him hence.
-
-  Rom. This shall determine that.
-                                       They fight. Tybalt falls.
-
-  Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
-    The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
-    Stand not amaz'd. The Prince will doom thee death
-    If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!
-
-  Rom. O, I am fortune's fool!
-
-  Ben. Why dost thou stay?
-                                                     Exit Romeo.
-                      Enter Citizens.
-
-
-  Citizen. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
-    Tybalt, that murtherer, which way ran he?
-
-  Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
-
-  Citizen. Up, sir, go with me.
-    I charge thee in the Prince's name obey.
-
-
-  Enter Prince [attended], Old Montague, Capulet, their Wives,
-                     and [others].
-
-
-  Prince. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
-
-  Ben. O noble Prince. I can discover all
-    The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.
-    There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
-    That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
-
-  Cap. Wife. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
-    O Prince! O husband! O, the blood is spill'd
-    Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
-    For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.
-    O cousin, cousin!
-
-  Prince. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
-
-  Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did stay.
-    Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink
-    How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
-    Your high displeasure. All this- uttered
-    With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd-
-    Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
-    Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
-    With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast;
-    Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
-    And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
-    Cold death aside and with the other sends
-    It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
-    Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,
-    'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and swifter than his tongue,
-    His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
-    And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
-    An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
-    Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
-    But by-and-by comes back to Romeo,
-    Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
-    And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I
-    Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain;
-    And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
-    This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
-
-  Cap. Wife. He is a kinsman to the Montague;
-    Affection makes him false, he speaks not true.
-    Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
-    And all those twenty could but kill one life.
-    I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give.
-    Romeo slew Tybalt; Romeo must not live.
-
-  Prince. Romeo slew him; he slew Mercutio.
-    Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
-
-  Mon. Not Romeo, Prince; he was Mercutio's friend;
-    His fault concludes but what the law should end,
-    The life of Tybalt.
-
-  Prince. And for that offence
-    Immediately we do exile him hence.
-    I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
-    My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
-    But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
-    That you shall all repent the loss of mine.
-    I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
-    Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses.
-    Therefore use none. Let Romeo hence in haste,
-    Else, when he is found, that hour is his last.
-    Bear hence this body, and attend our will.
-    Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
-                                                         Exeunt.
-
-
-
-
-Scene II.
-Capulet's orchard.
-
-Enter Juliet alone.
-
-
-  Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
-    Towards Phoebus' lodging! Such a wagoner
-    As Phaeton would whip you to the West
-    And bring in cloudy night immediately.
-    Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
-    That runaway eyes may wink, and Romeo
-    Leap to these arms untalk'd of and unseen.
-    Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
-    By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
-    It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
-    Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
-    And learn me how to lose a winning match,
-    Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.
-    Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
-    With thy black mantle till strange love, grown bold,
-    Think true love acted simple modesty.
-    Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
-    For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
-    Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.
-    Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night;
-    Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
-    Take him and cut him out in little stars,
-    And he will make the face of heaven so fine
-    That all the world will be in love with night
-    And pay no worship to the garish sun.
-    O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
-    But not possess'd it; and though I am sold,
-    Not yet enjoy'd. So tedious is this day
-    As is the night before some festival
-    To an impatient child that hath new robes
-    And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
-
-                Enter Nurse, with cords.
-
-    And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
-    But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
-    Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
-    That Romeo bid thee fetch?
-
-  Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
-                                             [Throws them down.]
-
-  Jul. Ay me! what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands
-
-  Nurse. Ah, weraday! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
-    We are undone, lady, we are undone!
-    Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
-
-  Jul. Can heaven be so envious?
-
-  Nurse. Romeo can,
-    Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo!
-    Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
-
-  Jul. What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?
-    This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
-    Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but 'I,'
-    And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
-    Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice.
-    I am not I, if there be such an 'I';
-    Or those eyes shut that make thee answer 'I.'
-    If be be slain, say 'I'; or if not, 'no.'
-    Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
-
-  Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,
-    (God save the mark!) here on his manly breast.
-    A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
-    Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
-    All in gore-blood. I swounded at the sight.
-
-  Jul. O, break, my heart! poor bankrout, break at once!
-    To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty!
-    Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here,
-    And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
-
-  Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
-    O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman
-    That ever I should live to see thee dead!
-
-  Jul. What storm is this that blows so contrary?
-    Is Romeo slaught'red, and is Tybalt dead?
-    My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord?
-    Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
-    For who is living, if those two are gone?
-
-  Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
-    Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
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-  Jul. O God! Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
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-  Nurse. It did, it did! alas the day, it did!
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-  Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!
-    Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
-    Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
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