牛津书虫《麦克白》.doc

牛津书虫 麦克白ACT ONEScene One  A desert placeThunder and lightningEnter three WitchesFirst WitchWhen shall we three meet againIn thunder，lightning，or in rain？Second WitchWhen the hurlyburly's done，When the battle's lost and wonThird WitchThat will be ere the set of sunFirst WitchWhere the place？Second WitchUpon the heathThird WitchThere to meet with MacbethFirst WitchI come，Graymalkin！Second WitchPaddock callsThird WitchAnonALLFair is foul，and foul is fair：Hover through the fog and filthy airExeunt Scene Two  A camp near Forres  Alarum withinEnter DUNCAN，MALCOLM，DONALBAIN，LENNOX，with Attendants，meeting a bleeding Sergeant DUNCANWhat bloody man is that？He can report，As seemeth by his plight，of the revoltThe newest stateMALCOLMThis is the sergeantWho like a good and hardy soldier fought'Gainst my captivityHail，brave friend！Say to the king the knowledge of the broilAs thou didst leave itSergeantDoubtful it stood；As two spent swimmers，that do cling togetherAnd choke their artThe mercilessMacdonwaldWorthy to be a rebel，for to thatThe multiplying villanies of natureDo swarm upon himfrom the western islesOf kerns and gallowglasses is supplied；And fortune，on his damned quarrel smiling，Show'd like a rebel's whote：but all's too weak：For brave Macbethwell he deserves thatnameDisdaining fortune，with his brandish'd steel，Which smoked with bloody execution，Like valour's minion carved out his passageTill he faced the slave；Which ne'er shook hands，nor bade farewell to him，Till he unseam'd him from the navel to the chaps，And fix'd his head upon our battlementsDUNCANO valiant cousin！worthy gentleman！SergeantAs whence the sun 'gins his reflectionShipwrecking storms and direful thunders break，So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to comeDiscomfort swellMark，king of Scotland，mark：No sooner justice had with valour arm'dCompell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels，But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage，With furbish'd arms and new supplies of menBegan a fresh assaultDUNCANDismay'd not thisOur captains，Macbeth and Banquo？SergeantYes；As sparrows eagles，or the hare the lionIf I say sooth，I must report they wereAs cannons overcharged with double cracks，so theyDoubly redoubled strokes upon the foe：Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds，Or memorise another Golgotha，I cannot tellBut I am faint，my gashes cry for helpDUNCANSo well thy words become thee as thy wounds；They smack of honour bothGo get him surgeonsExit Sergeant，attendedWho comes here？Enter ROSSMALCOLMThe worthy thane of RossLENNOXWhat a haste looks through his eyes！So should he lookThat seems to speak things strangeROSSGod save the king！DUNCANWhence camest thou，worthy thane？ROSSFrom Fife，great king；Where the Norweyan banners flout the skyAnd fan our people coldNorway himself，With terrible numbers，Assisted by that most disloyal traitorThe 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 armCurbing his lavish spirit：and，to conclude，The victory fell on usDUNCANGreat happiness！ROSSThat nowSweno，the Norways'king，craves composition：Nor would we deign him burial of his menTill he disbursed at Saint Colme's inchTen thousand dollars to our general useDUNCANNo more that thane of Cawdor shall deceiveOur bosom interest：go pronounce his present death，And with his former title greet MacbethROSSI'll see it doneDUNCANWhat he hath lost noble Macbeth hath wonExeuntScene Three  A heath near Forres  ThunderEnter the three WitchesFirst WitchWhere hast thou been，sister？Second WitchKilling swineThird WitchSister，where thou？First WitchA 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 ronyoncriesHer 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 doSecond WitchI'll give thee a windFirst WitchThou'rt kindThird WitchAnd I anotherFirst WitchI myself have all the other，And the very ports they blow，All the quarters that they knowI'the shipman's cardI will drain him dry as hay：Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his pent-house lid；He shall live a man forbid：Weary se'nnights nine times nineShall he dwindle，peak and pine：Though his bark  cannot be lost，Yet it shall be tempest -tostLook what I haveSecond WitchShow me，show meFirst WitchHere I have a pilot 's thumb，wreck 'd as homeward he did comeDrum withinThird WitchA drum，a drum！Macbeth doth comeALLThe weird sisters，hand in hand，poster of the sea and land，Thus do go about，about：thrice to thine and thrice to mineAnd thrice again，to make up ninePeace！the charm's wound upEnter MACBETH and BANQUOMACBETHSo foul and fair a day I have not seenBANQUOHow far is't call'd to Forres？What are theseSo 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 aughtThat man may question？You seem to understand me，By each at once her chappy finger layingUpon her skinny lips：you should be women，And yet your beards forbid me to interpretThat you are soMACBETHSpeak，if you can：what are you？First WitchAll hail，Macbeth！hail to thee，thane of Glamis！Second WitchAll hail，Macbeth，hail to thee，thane of Cawdor！Third WitchAll hail，Macbeth，thou shalt be king hereafter ！BANQUOGood sir，why do you start；and seem to fearThings that do sound so fair？I'the name of truth，Are ye fantastical，or that indeedWhich outwardly ye show？My noble partnerYou greet with present grace and great predictionOf noble having and of royal hope，That he seems rapt withal：to me you speak notIf 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 fearYour favours nor your hateFirst WitchHail！Second WitchHail！Third WitchHail！First WitchLesser than Macbeth，and greaterSecond WitchNot so happy，yet much happierThird WitchThou shalt get kings，though thou be none：So all hail，Macbeth and Banquo！First WitchBanquo and Macbeth，all hail！MACBETNStay，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 kingStands not within the prospect of belief，No more than to be CawdorSay from whenceYou owe this strange intelligence ？or whyUpon this blasted heath you stop our wayWith such prophetic greeting ？Speak，I charge youWitches vanishBANQUOThe earth hath bubbles，as the water has，And these are of themWhither are they vanish'd？MACBETHInto the air；and what seem'd corporal meltedAs breath into the windWould they had stay'd！BANQUOWere such things here as we do speak about？Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner？MACBETHYour children shall be kingsBANQUOYou shall be kingMACBETHAnd thane of Cawdor too：went it not so ？BANQUOTo the selfsame tune and wordsWho's here？Enter ROSS and ANGUSROSSThe king hath happily received，Macbeth，The news of thy success；and when he readsThy personal venture in the rebels' fight，His wonders and his praises do contendWhich 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 deathAs thick as hailCame post with post；and every one did bearThy praises in his kingdom's great defence，And pour 'd them down before himANGUSWe are sentTo give thee from our royal master thanks；Only to herald thee into his sight，Not pay theeROSSAnd，for an earnest of a greater honour，He bade me，from him，call thee thane of Cawdor：In which addition，hail，most worthy thane！For it is thineBANQUOWhat，can the devil speak true？MACBETHThe thane of Cawdor lives：why do you dress meIn borrow'd robes ？ANGUSWho was the thane lives yet；But under heavy judgment bears that lifeWhich he deserves to loseWhether he was combinedWith those of Norway，or did line the rebelWith hidden help and vantage，or that with bothHe labour 'd in his country's wreck，I know not；But treasons capital，confess 'd and proved，Have overthrown himMACBETHAsideGlamis，and thane of Cawdor！The greatest is behindTo ROSS and ANGUSThanks for your painsTo BANQUODo you not hope your children shall be kings，When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to mePromised no less to them？BANQUOThat trusted homeMight yet enkindle you unto the crown，Besides the thane of CawdorBut'tis strange：And oftentimes，to win us to our harm，The instruments of darkness tell us truths，Win us with honest trifles，to betray 'sIn deepest consequenceCousins，a word，I pray youMACBETH AsideTwo truths are told，As happy prologues to the swelling actOf the imperial themeI thank you，gentlemenAside This supernatural solicitingCannot be ill，cannot be good：if ill，Why hath it given me earnest of success，Commencing in a truth？I am thane of Cawdor：If good，why do I yield to that suggestionWhose horrid image doth unfix my hairAnd make my seated heart knock at my rib s，Against the use of nature？Present fearsAre less than horrible imaginings：My thought，whose murder yet is but fantastical，Shakes so my single state of man that functionIs smother 'd in surmise，and nothing isBut what is notBANQUOLook，how our partner's raptMACBETHAside If chance will have me king，why，chance may crown me，Without my stirBANQUONew horrors come upon him，Like our strange garments，cleave not to their mouldBut with the aid of useMACBETHAsideCome what come may，Time and the hour runs through the roughest dayBANQUOWorthy Macbeth，we stay upon your leisureMACBETHGive me your favour：my dull brain was wroughtWith things forgottenKind gentlemen，your painsAre register 'd where every day I turnThe leaf to read themLet us toward the kingThink upon what hath chanced，and，at more time，The interim having weigh 'd it，let us speakOur free hearts each to otherBANQUOVery gladlyMACBETHTill then，enoughCome，friendsExeuntScene Four  ForresThe palace  FlourishEnter DUNCAN，MALCOLM，DONALBAIN，LENNOX，and attendants DUNCANIs execution done on Cawdor？Are notThose in commission yet return'd？MALCOLMMy liege，They are not yet come backBut I have spokeWith one that saw him die：who did reportThat very frankly he confess 'd his treasons，implore your highness'pardon and set forthA deep repentance：nothing in his lifeBecame him like the leaving it；he diedAs one that had been studied in his deathTo throw away the dearest thing he owed，As'twere a careless trifleDUNCANThere's no artTo find the mind's construction in the face：He was a gentleman on whom I builtAn absolute trustEnter MACBETH，BANQUO，ROSS，andANGUSO worthiest cousin！The sin of my ingratitude even nowWas heavy on me：thou art so far beforeThat swiftest wing of recompense is slowTo overtake theeWould thou hadst less deserved，That the proportion both of thanks and paymentMight have been mine！only I have left to say，More is thy due than more than all can payMACBETHThe service and the loyalty I owe，In doing it，pays itselfYour highness'partIs to receive our duties；and our dutiesAre to your throne and state children and servants，Which do but what they should，by doing every thingSafe toward your love and honourDUNCANWelcome hither：I have begun to plant thee，and will labourTo make thee full of growingNoble Banquo，That hast no less deserved，nor must be knownNo less to have done so，let me enfold theeAnd hold thee to my heartBANQUOThere if I grow，The harvest is your ownDUNCANMy plenteous joys，Wanton in fulness，seek to hide themselvesIn drops of sorrowSons，kinsmen，thanes，And you whose places are the nearest，knowWe will establish our estate uponOur eldest，Malcolm，whom we name hereafterThe Prince of Cumberland；which honour mustNot unaccompanied invest him only，But signs of nobleness，like stars，shall shineOn all deserversFrom hence to Inverness，And bind us further to youMACBETHThe rest is labour，which is not used for you：I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyfulThe hearing of my wife with your approach；So humbly take my leaveDUNCANMy worthy Cawdor！MACBETHAside The Prince of Cumberland！that is a stepOn which I must fall down，or else o'er leap，For in my way it liesStars，hide your fires；Let not light see my black and deep desires：The eye wink at the hand；yet let that be，Which the eye fears，when it is done，to seeExitDUNCANTrue，worthy Banquo；he is full so valiant，And in his commendations I am fed；It is a banquet to meLet's after him，Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome：It is a peerless kinsmanFlourishExeuntScene Five  InvernessMacbeth's castle  Enter LADY MACBETH，reading a letterLADY MACBETH'They met me in the day of success：and I have learned by the perfectest report，they have more in them than mortal knowledgeWhen I burned in desire to question them further，they made themselves air，into which they vanishedWhiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it，came missive from the king，whoall-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor；' by which title，before，these weird sisters saluted me，and referredme to the coming on of time，with 'Hail，king thatshalt be！'This have I thought good to deliver thee，my dearest partner of greatness，that thoumightst not lose the dues of rejoicing，by beingignorant of what greatness is promised theeLay itto thy heart，and farewell'Glamis thou art，and Cawdor；and shalt beWhat thou art promised：yet do I fear thy nature；It is too full o'the milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way：thou wouldst be great；Art not without ambition，but withoutThe illness should attend it：what thou wouldst highly，That wouldst thou holily；wouldst not play false，And yet wouldst wrongly win：thou'ldst have，great Glamis，That which cries 'Thus thou must do，if thou have it；And that which rather thou dost fear to doThan wishest should be undone'hie thee hither，That I may pour my spirits in thine ear；And chastise with the valour of my tongueAll that impedes thee from the golden round，Which fate and metaphysical aid doth