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    Macbeth: The Tragedie of Macbeth
    Macbeth: The Tragedie of Macbeth
    Macbeth: The Tragedie of Macbeth
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    Macbeth: The Tragedie of Macbeth

    By William Shakespeare

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    Macbeth by William Shakespeare Macbeth (/məkˈbɛθ/, full title The Tragedie of Macbeth) is a tragedy by William Shakespeare. It is thought to have been first performed in 1606.[a] It dramatises the damaging physical and psychological effects of political ambition on those who seek power.

    Of all the plays that Shakespeare wrote during the reign of James I, Macbeth most clearly reflects his relationship with King James, patron of Shakespeare's acting company. It was first published in the Folio of 1623, possibly from a prompt book, and is Shakespeare's shortest tragedy.

    A brave Scottish general named Macbeth receives a prophecy from a trio of witches that one day he will become King of Scotland. Consumed by ambition and spurred to action by his wife, Macbeth murders King Duncan and takes the Scottish throne for himself. He is then wracked with guilt and paranoia.

    Forced to commit more and more murders to protect himself from enmity and suspicion, he soon becomes a tyrannical ruler. The bloodbath and consequent civil war swiftly take Macbeth and Lady Macbeth into the realms of madness and death.

    Shakespeare's source for the story is the account of Macbeth, King of Scotland, Macduff, and Duncan in Holinshed's Chronicles (1587), a history of England, Scotland, and Ireland familiar to Shakespeare and his contemporaries, although the events in the play differ extensively from the history of the real Macbeth. The events of the tragedy are usually associated with the execution of Henry Garnet for complicity in the Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMemorable Classics eBooks
    Release dateJun 1, 2022
    ISBN9791221354652
    Macbeth: The Tragedie of Macbeth
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare was born in April 1564 in the town of Stratford-upon-Avon, on England’s Avon River. When he was eighteen, he married Anne Hathaway. The couple had three children—an older daughter Susanna and twins, Judith and Hamnet. Hamnet, Shakespeare’s only son, died in childhood. The bulk of Shakespeare’s working life was spent in the theater world of London, where he established himself professionally by the early 1590s. He enjoyed success not only as a playwright and poet, but also as an actor and shareholder in an acting company. Although some think that sometime between 1610 and 1613 Shakespeare retired from the theater and returned home to Stratford, where he died in 1616, others believe that he may have continued to work in London until close to his death.

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      Macbeth - William Shakespeare

      Act I

      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!

      Second Witch

      Paddock calls.

      Third Witch

      Anon.

      ALL

      Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

      Hover through the fog and filthy air.

      Exeunt

      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 villanies 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 valour'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 valour 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 memorise 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 honour both. Go get him surgeons.

      Exit Sergeant, attended

      Who comes here?

      Enter ROSS

      MALCOLM

      The worthy thane of Ross.

      LENNOX

      What a haste 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

      SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

      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 munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'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 pent-house 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-tost.

      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

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