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The witches announce the prophecy that Macbeth will be the next king of Scotland, the elderly King Duncan proclaims that his son, Malcolm, will be heir to the throne. Lady Macbeth learns about the prophecy prompting her to ask the gods to remove her femininity so she can make her weak husband kill the king. When Duncan comes to visit Macbeth's castle, he is murdered in his sleep. Macbeth kills the guards, claiming they were the murderers. In fear of their own lives, Duncan's sons flee the country and Macbeth is crowned King of Scotland. Riddled with guilt, Macbeth goes mad and sees horrible visions while the witches announce the prophecy of his downfall.

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Publié par	Interactive Media
Date de parution	15 février 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781909676978
Langue	English

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William Shakespeare
Macbeth

Published by Sovereign
This Edition
First published in 2013
Copyright © 2013 Sovereign
ISBN: 9781909676978
Contents
CAST
ACT I
SCENE I. A DESERT PLACE.
SCENE II. A CAMP NEAR FORRES.
SCENE III. A HEATH NEAR FORRES.
SCENE IV. FORRES. THE PALACE.
SCENE V. INVERNESS. MACBETH’S CASTLE.
SCENE VI. BEFORE MACBETH’S CASTLE.
SCENE VII. MACBETH’S CASTLE.
ACT II
SCENE I. COURT OF MACBETH’S CASTLE.
SCENE II. THE SAME.
SCENE III. THE SAME.
SCENE IV. OUTSIDE MACBETH’S CASTLE.
ACT III
SCENE I. FORRES. THE PALACE.
SCENE II. THE PALACE.
SCENE III. A PARK NEAR THE PALACE.
SCENE IV. THE SAME. HALL IN THE PALACE.
SCENE V. A HEATH.
SCENE VI. FORRES. THE PALACE.
ACT IV
SCENE I. A CAVERN. IN THE MIDDLE, A BOILING CAULDRON.
SCENE II. FIFE. MACDUFF’S CASTLE.
SCENE III. ENGLAND. BEFORE THE KING’S PALACE.
ACT V
SCENE I. DUNSINANE. ANTE-ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
SCENE II. THE COUNTRY NEAR DUNSINANE.
SCENE III. DUNSINANE. A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
SCENE IV. COUNTRY NEAR BIRNAM WOOD.
SCENE V. DUNSINANE. WITHIN THE CASTLE.
SCENE VI. DUNSINANE. BEFORE THE CASTLE.
SCENE VII. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
SCENE VIII. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
CAST
Duncan , King of Scotland
Malcolm, Donalbain , his sons
Macbeth, Banquo , generals of the King’s army
Macduff, Lennox, Ross, Menteth, Angus, Cathness , noblemen of Scotland
Fleance , son to Banquo
Siward , Earl of Northumberland , general of the English forces
Young Siward , his son
Seyton , an officer attending on Macbeth
Boy , son to Macduff
An English Doctor
A Scotch Doctor
A Captain
A Porter
An Old Man
Lady Macbeth
Lady Macduff
Gentlewomen attending on Lady Macbeth
Hecate
Three Witches
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers; the Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions
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.
larum 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 aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her chappy 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, thou 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, 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 favours 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 defence, And pour’d them down before him.
ANGUS
We are sent To give thee from our royal master t