Macbeth(麦克白恩)

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MACBETH

William Shakespeare

1606

MACBETH

Dramatis Personae

DUNCAN, King of Scotland MACBETH, Thane of Glamis and

Cawdor, a general in the King's army LADY MACBETH, his wife

MACDUFF, Thane of Fife, a nobleman of Scotland LADY MACDUFF,

his wife MALCOLM, elder son of Duncan DONALBAIN, younger son of

Duncan BANQUO, Thane of Lochaber, a general in the King's army

FLEANCE, his son LENNOX, nobleman of Scotland ROSS, nobleman of

Scotland MENTEITH nobleman of Scotland ANGUS, nobleman of

Scotland CAITHNESS, nobleman of Scotland SIWARD, Earl of

Northumberland, general of the English forces YOUNG SIWARD, his son

SEYTON, attendant to Macbeth HECATE, Queen of the Witches The

Three Witches Boy, Son of Macduff Gentlewoman attending on Lady

Macbeth An English Doctor A Scottish Doctor A Sergeant A Porter An Old

Man The Ghost of Banquo and other Apparitions Lords, Gentlemen,

Officers, Soldiers, Murtherers, Attendants, and Messengers

Ssene: Scotland and England

MACBETH

ACT I.

MACBETH

SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning.

Enter three Witches.

FIRST WITCH. When shall we three meet again? In thunder,

lightning, or in rain? SECOND WITCH. When the hurlyburly's done,

When the battle's lost and won. THIRD WITCH. That will be ere the set

of sun. FIRST WITCH. Where the place? SECOND WITCH. Upon the

heath. THIRD WITCH. There to meet with Macbeth. FIRST WITCH. I

come, Graymalkin. ALL. Paddock calls. Anon! Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Hover through the fog and filthy air. Exeunt.

MACBETH

SCENE II. A camp near Forres. Alarum within.

Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting

a bleeding Sergeant.

DUNCAN. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by

his plight, of the revolt The newest state. MALCOLM. This is the sergeant

Who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave

friend! Say to the King the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it.

SERGEANT. Doubtful it stood, As two spent swimmers that do cling

together And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald- Worthy to be a

rebel, for to that The multiplying villainies of nature Do swarm upon him -

from the Western Isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And

Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore. But

all's too weak; For brave Macbeth -well he deserves that name- Disdaining

Fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Which smoked with bloody execution,

Like Valor's minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave, Which

ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam'd him from the

nave to the chaps, And fix'd his head upon our battlements. DUNCAN. O

valiant cousin! Worthy gentleman! SERGEANT. As whence the sun 'gins

his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, So from

that spring whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells. Mark,

King of Scotland, mark. No sooner justice had, with valor arm'd,

Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord,

surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men, Began a

fresh assault. DUNCAN. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and

Banquo? SERGEANT. Yes, As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. If I

say sooth, I must report they were As cannons overcharged with double

cracks, So they Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe. Except they meant

to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorize another Golgotha, I cannot tell-

But I am faint; my gashes cry for help. DUNCAN. So well thy words

become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honor both. Go get him

surgeons. Exit Sergeant, attended. Who comes here?

Enter Ross.

MALCOLM. The worthy Thane of Ross. LENNOX. What a haste

MACBETH

looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to speak things

strange. ROSS. God save the King! DUNCAN. Whence camest thou,

worthy Thane? ROSS. From Fife, great King, Where the Norweyan

banners flout the sky And fan our people cold. Norway himself, with

terrible numbers, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The Thane of

Cawdor, began a dismal conflict, Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in

proof, Confronted him with self-comparisons, Point against point

rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, Curbing his lavish spirit; and, to conclude, The

victory fell on us. DUNCAN. Great happiness! ROSS. That now Sweno,

the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of

his men Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's Inch, Ten thousand dollars to

our general use. DUNCAN. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive

Our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present death, And with his former

title greet Macbeth. ROSS. I'll see it done. DUNCAN. What he hath lost,

noble Macbeth hath won. Exeunt.

MACBETH

SCENE III. A heath. Thunder.

Enter the three Witches.

FIRST WITCH. Where hast thou been, sister? SECOND WITCH.

Killing swine. THIRD WITCH. Sister, where thou? FIRST WITCH. A

sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and

mounch'd. "Give me," quoth I. "Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon

cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger; But in a sieve I'll

thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

SECOND WITCH. I'll give thee a wind. FIRST WITCH. Thou'rt kind.

THIRD WITCH. And I another. FIRST WITCH. I myself have all the

other, And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I' the

shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor

day Hang upon his penthouse lid; He shall live a man forbid. Weary

se'nnights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine; Though his

bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. Look what I have.

SECOND WITCH. Show me, show me. FIRST WITCH. Here I have a

pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. Drum within. THIRD

WITCH. A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come. ALL. The weird sisters,

hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about, Thrice

to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine. Peace! The

charm's wound up.

Enter Macbeth and Banquo.

MACBETH. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. BANQUO. How

far is't call'd to Forres? What are these So wither'd and so wild in their

attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Live

you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand

me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. You

should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are

so. MACBETH. Speak, if you can. What are you? FIRST WITCH. All hail,

Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! SECOND WITCH. All hail,

Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! THIRD WITCH. All hail,

Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter! BANQUO. Good sir, why do you

start, and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,

MACBETH

Are ye fantastical or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble

partner You greet with present grace and great prediction Of noble having

and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not. If you

can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which

will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors nor your

hate. FIRST WITCH. Hail! SECOND WITCH. Hail! THIRD WITCH.

Hail! FIRST WITCH. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. SECOND

WITCH. Not so happy, yet much happier. THIRD WITCH. Thou shalt get

kings, though thou be none. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! FIRST

WITCH. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! MACBETH. Stay, you imperfect

speakers, tell me more. By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis; But

how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and

to be King Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be

Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence, or why Upon

this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I

charge you. Witches vanish. BANQUO. The earth hath bubbles as the

water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? MACBETH.

Into the air, and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind.

Would they had stay'd! BANQUO. Were such things here as we do speak

about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?

MACBETH. Your children shall be kings. BANQUO. You shall be King.

MACBETH. And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so? BANQUO. To the

selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

Enter Ross and Angus. ROSS. The King hath happily received,

Macbeth, The news of thy success; and when he reads Thy personal

venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend Which

should be thine or his. Silenced with that, In viewing o'er the rest o' the

selfsame day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard

of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as hail Came

post with post, and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great

defense, And pour'd them down before him. ANGUS. We are sent To give

thee, from our royal master, thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not

pay thee. ROSS. And for an earnest of a greater honor, He bade me, from

him, call thee Thane of Cawdor. In which addition, hail, most worthy

MACBETH

Thane, For it is thine. BANQUO. What, can the devil speak true?

MACBETH. The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me In

borrow'd robes? ANGUS. Who was the Thane lives yet, But under heavy

judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was

combined With those of Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden help

and vantage, or that with both He labor'd in his country's wreck, I know

not; But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, Have overthrown him.

MACBETH. [Aside.] Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor! The greatest is

behind. [To Ross and Angus] Thanks for your pains. [Aside to Banquo]

Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the

Thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them? BANQUO. [Aside to

Macbeth.] That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange; And oftentimes, to win us

to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest

trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence- Cousins, a word, I pray you.

MACBETH. [Aside.] Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the

swelling act Of the imperial theme-I thank you, gentlemen. [Aside.] This

supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it

given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of

Cawdor. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image

doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against

the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings: My

thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of

man that function Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is But what is not.

BANQUO. Look, how our partner's rapt. MACBETH. [Aside.] If chance

will have me King, why, chance may crown me Without my stir.

BANQUO. New honors come upon him, Like our strange garments,

cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use. MACBETH. [Aside.]

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

BANQUO. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. MACBETH.

Give me your favor; my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten.

Kind gentlemen, your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf

to read them. Let us toward the King. Think upon what hath chanced, and

at more time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts

MACBETH

each to other. BANQUO. Very gladly. MACBETH. Till then, enough.

Come, friends. Exeunt.

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