The Bodleian First Folio

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Reference: nn3v - Tragedies, p. 150

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The Tragedie of Macbeth. Industrious Souldiership. Sey.
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The time approaches, That will with due decision make vs know What we shall say we haue, and what we owe: Thoughts speculatiue, their vnsure hopes relate, But certaine issue, stroakes must arbitrate,
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Towards which, aduance the warre.
Exeunt marching.
Scena Quinta. [Act 5, Scene 5] Enter Macbeth, Seyton, & Souldiers, with Drum and Colours. Macb. Hang out our Banners on the outward walls, The Cry is still, they come: our Castles strength Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye, Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:
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Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard, And beate them backward home. What is that noyse?
A Cry within of Women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good Lord. Macb. I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares:
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The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd To heare a Night‑shrieke, and my Fell of haire Would at a dismall Treatise rowze, and stirre As life were in't. I haue supt full with horrors, Direnesse familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
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Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry?
Sey. The Queene (my Lord) is dead. Macb. She should haue dy'de heereafter; There would haue beene a time for such a word: To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,
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Creepes in this petty pace from day to day, To the last Syllable of Recorded time: And all our yesterdayes, haue lighted Fooles The way to dusty death. Out, out, breefe Candle, Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore Player,
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That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage, And then is heard no more. It is a Tale Told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to vse thy Tongue: thy Story quickly.
Mes.
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Gracious my Lord, I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to doo't.
Macb. Well, say sir. Mes. As I did stand my watch vpon the Hill
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I look'd toward Byrnane, and anon me thought The Wood began to moue.
Macb. Lyar, and Slaue. Mes. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three Mile may you see it comming.
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I say, a mouing Groue.
Macb. If thou speak'st fhlse false , Vpon the next Tree shall thou hang aliue Till Famine cling thee: If thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much.
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I pull in Resolution, and begin To doubt th'Equiuocation of the Fiend, That lies like truth. Feare not, till Byrnane Wood Do come to Dunsinane, and now a Wood

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Comes toward Dunsinane. Arme, Arme, and out,
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If this which he auouches, do's appeare, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. I 'ginne to be a‑weary of the Sun, And wish th'estate o'th'world were now vndon. Ring the Alarum Bell, blow Winde, come wracke,
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At least wee'l dye with Harnesse on our backe.
Exeunt
Scena Sexta. [Act 5, Scene 6] Drumme and Colours. Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe, and their Army, with Boughes. Mal. Now neere enough: Your leauy Skreenes throw downe, And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle) Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne
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Leade our first Battell. Worthy Macduffe, and wee Shall take vpon's what else remaines to do, According to our order.
Sey. Fare you well: Do we but finde the Tyrants power to night,
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Let vs be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Macd. Make all our Trumpets speak, giue thē them all breath Those clamorous Harbingers of Blood, & Death. Exeunt Alarums continued.
Scena Septima. [Act 5, Scene 7] Enter Macbeth. Macb. They haue tied me to a stake, I cannot flye, But Beare‑like I must fight the course. What's he
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That was not borne of Woman? Such a one Am I to feare, or none.
Enter young Seyward. Y. Sey. What is thy name? Macb. Thou'lt be affraid to heare it. Y. Sey. No: though thou call'st thy selfe a hoter name
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Then any is in hell.
Macb. My name's Macbeth. Y. Sey. The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title More hatefull to mine eare. Macb. No: nor more fearefull. Y. Sey.
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Thou lyest abhorred Tyrant, with my Sword Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
Fight, and young Seyward slaine. Macb. Thou was't borne of woman; But Swords I smile at, Weapons laugh to scorne, Brandish'd by man that's of a Woman borne. Exit. Alarums. Enter Macduffe. Macd.
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That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face, If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake of mine, My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still: I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armes Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,
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Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge I sheath againe vndeeded. There thou should'st be, By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seemes

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Scena Septima. [Act 5, Scene 7] Enter Macbeth. Macb. They haue tied me to a stake, I cannot flye, But Beare‑like I must fight the course. What's he
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That was not borne of Woman? Such a one Am I to feare, or none.
Enter young Seyward. Y. Sey. What is thy name? Macb. Thou'lt be affraid to heare it. Y. Sey. No: though thou call'st thy selfe a hoter name
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Then any is in hell.
Macb. My name's Macbeth. Y. Sey. The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title More hatefull to mine eare. Macb. No: nor more fearefull. Y. Sey.
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Thou lyest abhorred Tyrant, with my Sword Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
Fight, and young Seyward slaine. Macb. Thou was't borne of woman; But Swords I smile at, Weapons laugh to scorne, Brandish'd by man that's of a Woman borne. Exit. Alarums. Enter Macduffe. Macd.
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That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face, If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake of mine, My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still: I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armes Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,
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Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge I sheath againe vndeeded. There thou should'st be, By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seemes bruited. Let me finde him Fortune, And more I begge not.
Exit. Alarums. Enter Malcolme and Seyward. Sey.
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This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred: The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight, The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre, The day almost it selfe professes yours, And little is to do.
Malc.
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We haue met with Foes That strike beside vs.
Sey. Enter Sir, the Castle. Exeunt.
 

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