Read The Complete Works of William Shakespeare In Plain and Simple English (Translated) Online
Authors: WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
you are not willing to do what is necessary
to have them. You wish them done for you.
Hurry home, so that I may say the words
you need to hear to give you strength and
encourage you to banish all that is keeping you
from getting what you want in this golden round.
Fate and supernatural forces both seem to agree
that you should be crowned king.
Enter a Messenger
What is your tidings?
What are you here to tell me?
Messenger
The king comes here to-night.
The king is coming here tonight.
LADY MACBETH
Thou'rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.
You must be crazy.
Is not your master with him? And, if that were so,
he would have informed us to prepare.
Messenger
So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:
One of my fellows had the speed of him,
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.
So help me, it is true: Macbeth is coming.
Another messenger ran all the way here,
and—almost dead, he was so out of breath—
he managed to deliver the message.
LADY MACBETH
Give him tending;
He brings great news.
Tend to him.
He brings great news.
Exit Messenger
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'
The raven himself is hoarse
who tells of the fatal entrance of Duncan
into my castle. Come, sprits that tend
on mortal thoughts, make me more like a man,
and fill me from head to toe with the worst
cruelty! Make my blood thick,
stop up any feelings of remorse I may have,
so that no regret or guilt may visit me
and shake my sole purpose, or try to stop it.
Come to my motherly breast and make my milk
into poison, you murdering guardians,
wherever you wait unseen to witness
the evil! Come, thick night, and cloak
everything in the darkest smoke of hell,
so that this night does not see the wound it makes,
and heaven can not look through the darkness
and say ‘Stop!’
Enter MACBETH
Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now
The future in the instant.
Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor!
You are greater than both and will hailed
in the future as king! You letters have taken
me beyond the ignorant present into
the future that feels like it is already here.
MACBETH
My dearest love,
Duncan comes here to-night.
My dearest love,
Duncan comes here tonight.
LADY MACBETH
And when goes hence?
And when does he leave?
MACBETH
To-morrow, as he purposes.
He says he will leave tomorrow.
LADY MACBETH
O, never
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under't. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Oh, never shall the sun see tomorrow!
Your face, my thane, is like a book where one
can read that something is wrong. You need to
look like everything is all right at this time; bear
welcome in your eye, your handshake, the words
you say: look like an innocent flower, but be the
serpent that lies under it. He is coming and he must
be given care. You should put the night’s
events in my hands. All of the nights and days
of our future will be changed by what happens tonight.
MACBETH
We will speak further.
We will speak more about this.
LADY MACBETH
Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.
You should only appear clear—
to change at all favors fear.
Leave the rest to me.
Exeunt
Before Macbeth's Castle.
Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants
DUNCAN
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
This castle has a good feeling about it.
The air is nimble and sweet, and
pleases the gentlest senses.
BANQUO
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.
The summer season bird, the house martin,
likes it here. By staying here it proves
that the air here is as tempting as heaven’s
breath. There is no place in the castle
the bird has not nested and bred. The
house martin tends to favor, by my observation,
places where the air is delicate and nice.
Enter LADY MACBETH
DUNCAN
See, see, our honour'd hostess!
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
Look, here comes our honored hostess!
Sometimes the love that follows us
is trouble, but we still are grateful
of the love. Here, I will teach you
how to ask God to yield to your pains,
and thank us for your trouble.
LADY MACBETH
All our service
In every point twice done and then done double
Were poor and single business to contend
Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits.
All of our service, in every way, if it were to be done
and done again could not match the deep honor
you have brought to us by being here. For the past
and new dignities you’ve heaped on us, we intend
to pray for you so much that your almsmen
can take a break from their praying.
DUNCAN
Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.
Where is Macbeth? We rode right at his heels,
but he had purpose to get here first, and he
rides well. His great love, sharp as his spur,
helped him to get to his castle before us.
Fair and noble hostess, we are your guests tonight.
LADY MACBETH
Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt,
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.
Your servants may help themselves to whatever
they need to make you comfortable. We are glad
to be able to give back to you what is yours.
DUNCAN
Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.
Give me your hand.
Take me to my host. We love him dearly,
and shall continue to offer him good things.
After you, Lady Macbeth.
Exeunt