[Aside] Come what come may. You shall offend him and extend his passion: Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that. The leaf to read them. Hear'st thou of them? 4.8 (309) Samantha. When now I think you can behold such sights. Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood. Check out our revolutionary side-by-side summary and analysis. I hear a knocking To wear a heart so white. (Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch) Give me my sword. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot; And so I do commend you to their backs. This page contains the original text of Act 2, Scene 1 of Macbeth.Shakespeare’s complete original Macbeth text is extremely long, so we’ve split the text into one scene per page. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour. LADY MACBETH That shake us nightly: better be with the dead. Servant Madam, I will. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well. Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, MACDUFF Is the king stirring, worthy thane? What will you do? Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead To bed, to bed! Death of thy soul! I conjure you, by that which you profess, Though you untie the winds and let them fight, Against the churches; though the yesty waves. But I have spoke, With one that saw him die: who did report. SCENE. That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart. And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her. Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. What is't that moves your highness? True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants, The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place, Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' & c, Thunder. No, this my hand will rather. A side-by-side translation of Act 2, Scene 2 of Macbeth from the original Shakespeare into modern English. Peace! Look on't again I dare not. The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves. LADY MACBETH Donalbain. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland. 'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, In England and in Ireland, not confessing, Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers. Strong both against the deed; then, as his host. There would be hands uplifted in my right; And here from gracious England have I offer. MACBETH Also, be prepared to be quizzed on these words. And wakes it now, to look so green and pale, To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire? Verified expert. I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer. Would create soldiers, make our women fight, We are coming thither: gracious England hath. That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it. Enter LADY MACBETH LADY MACBETH What soldiers, whey-face? There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude. What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. Those precious motives, those strong knots of love. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd. If there come truth from them--, As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--. The sleepy grooms with blood. Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Will it not be received, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two. As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites. Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we. Macbeth: Act II Reading and Study Guide . Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth, Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above. They say he parted well, and paid his score: And so, God be with him! Why are you silent? How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, In every point twice done and then done double, Against those honours deep and broad wherewith. I have seen him do. But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch, Sennet sounded. Here comes newer comfort. Exeunt Murderers, following her, Retreat. And break it to our hope. This download includes 4 A4 pages. Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour, Mark Antony's was by Caesar. Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't; And I will put that business in your bosoms. To give thee from our royal master thanks; He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! To know it further. I have no spur, To prick the sides of my intent, but only, Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself. All Acts and scenes are listed on the Macbeth text page, or linked to from the bottom of this page.. MACBETH ACT 2, SCENE 1. Let not my jealousies be your dishonours. The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, We shall not spend a large expense of time. Actually understand Macbeth Act 2, Scene 1. did he not straight. But 'tis strange: The instruments of darkness tell us truths. Brave Macbeth, laughing at Luck, chopped his way through to Macdonwald, who didn’t even have time to say good-bye or shake hands before Macbeth split him open from his navel to his jawbone and stuck his head on our castle walls. Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself! Almost at odds with morning, which is which. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file. Macbeth: Act 1, Scene 2 Works What's more to do. What know believe, and what I can redress. Wisdom! Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown, His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons, The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done. And question this most bloody piece of work. You may be rightly just, For goodness dare not cheque thee: wear thou. I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband, He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows, But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour. MACBETH A friend. "Act 2, Scene 2." Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! For now, Macbeth seems distrustful of Banquo and pretends to have hardly thought of the witches, but Macbeth’s desire to discuss the prophecies at some future time suggests that he may have some sort of conspiratorial plans in mind. Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course. He suspects Macbeth cheated his way to the crown. Were the graced person of our Banquo present; Who may I rather challenge for unkindness, Lays blame upon his promise. Thou lily-liver'd boy. That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry: For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, Where are they? But Shakespeare wanted Macbeth to be present at that terrible scene. they pluck out mine eyes. for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd, His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Lives in the English court, and is received, Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff, Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid. He could not miss 'em. As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they. Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now, Does unmake you. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Act 2, Scene 3. ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak. To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. whiles I see lives, the gashes, But get thee back; my soul is too much charged, My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain. I am in this earthly world; where to do harm. Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well, It were done quickly: if the assassination, Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease success; that but this blow. Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. From whence himself does fly? Too terrible for the ear: the times have been. This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Why should I play the Roman fool, and die, On mine own sword? Faith, here's an, English tailor come hither, for stealing out of, a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may, this place is too cold for hell. What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me. more knocking. And there an end; but now they rise again. At the south entry: retire we to our chamber; Another yet! Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; Would he were here! 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word. Within the volume of which time I have seen, Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night. Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage. That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's. That, sir, which I will not report after her. Hark! no more. Then 'tis most like. Are you so gospell'd. Hail, brave friend! With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design. What we shall say we have and what we owe. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all: I cannot taint with fear. Who's there? Your face, my thane, is as a book where men. There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried 'Murder!' Clean from my hand? Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood. That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full. The palace. Light thickens; and the crow. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue: Must lave our honours in these flattering streams. man were porter of hell-gate, he should have, knock, knock! Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? What are these. The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices. What's the boy Malcolm? As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept. That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. MACBETH Not yet. Which was not so before. in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Get thee gone: to-morrow, You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold. Died every day she lived. Need help with Act 2, scene 2 in William Shakespeare's Macbeth? I. Lo you, here she comes! LADY MACBETH She strike upon the bell. He must restrain himself the cursed thoughts that tempt him in his dreams (II i 8). Go get some water. Court of Macbeth’s castle. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so. Well, may you see things well done there: adieu! Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear. But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't? I should cut off the nobles for their lands. But, peace! All Acts and scenes are listed on the Macbeth text page, or linked to from the bottom of this page.. ACT1, SCENE 2: A camp near Forres. Original Text Translated Text; Source: Folger Shakespeare Library; Enter Lady Macbeth. I laid their daggers ready; The moment on't; for't must be done to-night, And something from the palace; always thought, That I require a clearness: and with him--, To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--, Than is his father's, must embrace the fate. Might be the be-all and the end-all here. Back to the Play . Were such things here as we do speak about? Seyton, send out. Goes Fleance with you? The knocking at the gate continues, and the castle porter goes to open the gate. O, these flaws and starts, Impostors to true fear, would well become. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn. In restless ecstasy. Till thou applaud the deed. Each way and move. The merciless Macdonwald— Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him—from the Western Isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied, And fortune, on his damnèd quarrel smiling, Showed like a rebel’s whore. Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive. Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Like valour's minion carved out his passage. Which should be thine or his: silenced with that. Get free homework help on William Shakespeare's Macbeth: play summary, scene summary and analysis and original text, quotes, essays, character analysis, and filmography courtesy of CliffsNotes. No Fear Shakespeare – Macbeth (by SparkNotes) -2- Original Text Modern Text 10 15 20 And choke their art. LADY MACBETH Top Experts. Was not that nobly done? Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood, Clean from my hand? And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; While night's black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses. He loves us not; He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren. Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them, Thine own life's means! But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo. Of that dark hour. for so thou art: behold, where stands. Poor bird! Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down. Of your mere own: all these are portable. His secret murders sticking on his hands; Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Nothing in love: now does he feel his title, Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe, And with him pour we in our country's purge. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought. Verified expert. Chief nourisher in life's feast,—, MACBETH Is the initiate fear that wants hard use: Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear. Doctor, the thanes fly from me. up, up, and see. Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye. urine. And 'tis not done. SCENE I. Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,'. Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Start, eyes! Macbeth Act III.i-ii Scene i 1. That would be howl'd out in the desert air, But in it shares some woe; though the main part. cleave: stick to something; to be faithful to . My bosom franchised and allegiance clear. LADY MACBETH For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear. For where there is advantage to be given. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good. The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself. The Tragedy of MacBeth (Lit2Go Edition). It is concluded. I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant. Had I but died an hour before this chance. Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure. In this opening scene of Act II, as in the later Porter scene, the audience feels momentarily suspended from the action but in no way removed from the intensity of emotion as the innocent Banquo and his son pass the time of night. me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I, think, being too strong for him, though he took, up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't: Their hands and faces were an badged with blood; So were their daggers, which unwiped we found, They stared, and were distracted; no man's life. [Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand, And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow, The numbers of our host and make discovery, We learn no other but the confident tyrant, Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? Shakespeare, W. (1607). All hail, Macbeth! Macbeth - Act 2; Act 2 Scene 2 - reacting to murder; Published: 27/02/2006 KS3 KS4 | Plays 5 pages. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it: She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice, But let the frame of things disjoint, both the, Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep, In the affliction of these terrible dreams. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. To kill their gracious father? Come to my woman's breasts. MACBETH This is a sorry sight. Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas, Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there, Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men, Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn, New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows, Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds, As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out. MACBETH I'll bring you to him. 'Aroint thee, witch!' Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think. Banquo, thy soul's flight. They must lie there: go carry them; and smear, Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead, Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood. Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Unfix his earth-bound root? The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms MACBETH Was once thought honest: you have loved him well. for there are liars and swearers enow to beat, him: if you would not, it were a good sign. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; He will not be commanded: here's another, Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn. Fell slaughter on their souls. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'. I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; How is't with me, when every noise appals me? Act 1, Scene 2, Page 2 25 30 Out, damned spot! I am not to you known. Hark! Confounds us. But I have words. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more. Have banish'd me from Scotland. 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Remove from her the means of all annoyance. The attempt and not the deed (Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant) LADY MACBETH Is Banquo gone from court? Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought, With things forgotten. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls, That stay his cure: their malady convinces, The great assay of art; but at his touch--, Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand--. Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race.
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