When the King Enjoys His Own Again Comes Home in Peace Again
Macbeth Translation Act 4, Scene 3
MALCOLM and MACDUFF enter.
MALCOLM
Let u.s.a. seek out some desolate shade and in that location Weep our lamentable bosoms empty.
MALCOLM
Let's find some individual shady place where we can go and cry our hearts out.
MACDUFF
Permit us rather Hold fast the mortal sword and, like expert men, Bestride our downfall'north birthdom. Each new forenoon New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face up, that information technology resounds As if information technology felt with Scotland and yelled out Like syllable of dolor.
MACDUFF
Instead, let's hold tight to our swords, and defend our fallen country like honorable men. Each morn new widows howl and new orphans cry. New sorrows fly upward to heaven so that heaven itself echoes with the screams, and seems to experience Scotland's pain.
MALCOLM
What I believe I'll wail; What know believe, and what I tin can redress, Equally I shall find the time to friend, I will. What you have spoke, information technology may be so perchance. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest. Yous have loved him well. He hath not touched you lot yet. I am young, just something You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom To offer upwardly a weak, poor, innocent lamb T' gratify an angry god.
MALCOLM
I will avenge any I believe is wrong. I'll believe whatever I know is true. And when the fourth dimension is right, I'll ready any I can. What yous've told me may in fact exist true. This tyrant—whose mere proper noun is and then awful that saying it puts blisters on our tongues—was once thought to exist honest. You and he were slap-up friends. He'due south done nothing nonetheless to harm you. I'm inexperienced, only you could win Macbeth'southward favor by betraying me and so offer me up to him like a sacrificial lamb to an angry god.
MACDUFF
I am not treacherous.
MACDUFF
I am non treacherous.
MALCOLM
Just Macbeth is. A good and virtuous nature may recoil In an imperial charge. Merely I shall crave your pardon. That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet grace must all the same look so.
MALCOLM
But Macbeth is. Even someone with a good and virtuous nature might give in to the command of this king. Still, I beg your pardon. My fears don't change what y'all truly are. Angels are still bright even though Lucifer, the brightest angel, fell from heaven. Though everything evil tries to disguise itself every bit good, good must continue to await good besides.
MACDUFF
I have lost my hopes.
MACDUFF
My hopes are lost.
MALCOLM
Perchance even there where I did discover my doubts. Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, Without leave-taking? I pray you, Let not my jealousies be your dishonors, But mine ain safeties. Yous may be rightly just, Whatever I shall remember.
MALCOLM
Possibly you lost your hope in the same place I institute my suspicions of you. Why did you leave backside your wife and child—the well-nigh precious things in your life that the strong bonds of love should motivate you to protect—in that unsafe identify, without fifty-fifty saying goodbye? I beg you lot, don't take my suspicion as an insult. I just have to protect myself. Y'all may truly be honest, no matter what I think.
MACDUFF
Bleed, bleed, poor country! Swell tyranny, lay grand thy basis certain, For goodness dare not check thee. Wear 1000 thy wrongs; The championship is affeered.—Fare thee well, lord. I would not be the villain that thou call back'st For the whole space that'south in the tyrant's grasp, And the rich East to kick.
MACDUFF
Bleed, bleed, my poor country! Terrible tyrant, exist comfortable in your position, because good people fear to face you lot. Relish what yous stole, because your title is safe!
[To MALCOLM] Goodbye, my lord. I wouldn't exist the villain that you think I am, even if I were offered all of Macbeth'southward kingdom and the wealth of the Eastward equally well.
MALCOLM
Be non offended. I speak not as in accented fright of yous. I remember our country sinks below the yoke. It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds. I think nonetheless There would be easily uplifted in my right; And here from gracious England have I offering Of goodly thousands. But, for all this, When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Shall have more than vices than information technology had before, More endure, and more than sundry means than ever, Past him that shall succeed.
MALCOLM
Don't be offended. It'due south non that I totally mistrust you. I concord that Scotland is sinking under Macbeth'southward tyranny. Scotland weeps, it bleeds, and each day a new injury is added to her wounds. I call up, too, that many men would fight for me if I returned to merits the throne. And England has promised to give me thousands of troops. Simply, for all this, when I take my human foot on Macbeth'southward head, or have his head on my sword, then my poor country will be in even worse shape than before. It volition suffer more than, and in more ways, under the rex who succeeds Macbeth.
MACDUFF
What should he be?
MACDUFF
And who would that be?
MALCOLM
Information technology is myself I mean, in whom I know All the particulars of vice then grafted That, when they shall exist opened, black Macbeth Will seem equally pure as snow, and the poor country Esteem him equally a lamb, being compared With my confineless harms.
MALCOLM
I mean myself. I know I have then many evil qualities that—when they are exposed—volition make evil Macbeth seem pure as snow, and poor Scotland volition think of him as a sweet lamb in comparing to me and my infinite wickedness.
MACDUFF
Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more than damned In evils to superlative Macbeth.
MACDUFF
At that place is non a devil as cursed as Macbeth in all of hell.
MALCOLM
I grant him encarmine, Luxurious, avaricious, faux, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name. But there'southward no lesser, none, In my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters, Your matrons, and your maids could not make full upward The cistern of my lust, and my desire All continent impediments would o'erbear That did oppose my will. Improve Macbeth Than such an one to reign.
MALCOLM
I admit he's tearing, lecherous, greedy, mendacious, hot-tempered, malicious, and guilty of every sin that has a proper name. Just there is no stop—absolutely none—to my sexual sinfulness. Your wives, your daughters, your old women, and your young women could not satisfy the depths of my animalism. My desire would overwhelm anything and anybody who opposed me. It'due south better that Macbeth rule rather than someone like me.
MACDUFF
Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings. But fear non still To take upon y'all what is yours. You may Convey your pleasures in a spacious enough And even so seem common cold; the fourth dimension you may so hoodwink. Nosotros have willing dames enough. There cannot be That vulture in you to devour and so many As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined.
MACDUFF
Farthermost lust tin can overwhelm a homo. It has caused the downfall of many kings in previously happy kingdoms. Only don't exist agape to take the crown that is yours. You can satisfy your desires in secret, while withal actualization virtuous in public. Yous can hibernate the truth from everyone. Scotland has more than plenty willing women. It's not possible that your animalism could be so great that you'd go through all the women willing to sleep with the king once they observe out his interest in them.
MALCOLM
With this at that place grows In my most ill-composed amore such A stanchless avarice that, were I king, I should cut off the nobles for their lands, Want his jewels and this other's house. And my more-having would exist as a sauce To make me hunger more, that I should forge Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, Destroying them for wealth.
MALCOLM
In addition to my animalism, I'thousand as well insatiably greedy. If I were king, I'd take the nobles' lands, steal the jewels of one, and take the business firm of another. And everything I took would make me hungrier to steal fifty-fifty more, until I'd create unjustified arguments with my adept and loyal subjects so that I could take their wealth.
MACDUFF
This forehandedness Sticks deeper, grows with more than pernicious root Than summertime-seeming animalism, and it hath been The sword of our slain kings. However do not fear; Scotland hath foisons to make full your will, Of your mere own. All these are portable, With other graces weighed.
MACDUFF
This greed you lot describe is fifty-fifty worse than animalism because information technology will not pass as you exit your youth, and it has led to the death of numerous kings. Merely don't be afraid. Scotland has enough wealth that you will exist satisfied, even by your own income alone. These bad qualities are endurable when weighed confronting your good qualities.
MALCOLM
Only I take none. The king-becoming graces, Equally justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them but abound In the division of each several criminal offense, Acting it many means. Nay, had I power, I should Pour the sugariness milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.
MALCOLM
But I have no good qualities. I have none of the qualities necessary for a male monarch—such equally justice, truthfulness, moderation, consistency, generosity, perseverance, mercy, humility, devotion, patience, courage, and bravery. Instead, I'k full of every type of sin, and each of those in a variety of means. No, if I had ability, I would take the sweet milk of peace and pour information technology into hell. I would destroy all peace, terminate all unity on globe.
MACDUFF
O Scotland, Scotland!
MACDUFF
Oh, Scotland, Scotland!
MALCOLM
If such a 1 be fit to govern, speak. I am equally I take spoken.
MALCOLM
If someone like me is fit to dominion, tell me. I am exactly as I have described myself.
MACDUFF
Fit to govern? No, not to live. —O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant encarmine-sceptered, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days once again, Since that the truest outcome of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accursed, And does blaspheme his brood? —Thy imperial father Was a most sainted king. The queen that bore thee, Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, Died every twenty-four hours she lived. Fare thee well! These evils yard repeat'st upon thyself Have banished me from Scotland. —O my chest, Thy hope ends here!
MACDUFF
Fit to rule? No, not fifty-fifty fit to live. Oh, miserable country, ruled by a murderous tyrant with no right to dominion—when volition yous possibly see peaceful days if your legal heir to the throne indicts himself as a cursed man and a disgrace to the purple family? Your majestic father Duncan was a virtuous king. The queen your mother was more oftentimes kneeling in prayer than continuing up, and lived a pious life. Goodbye. The evils of which you accuse yourself accept driven me from Scotland forever. Oh, my heart, your hope ends here!
MALCOLM
Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power, and small-scale wisdom plucks me From overcredulous haste. But God above Bargain between thee and me, for even now I put myself to thy management and Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to adult female, never was forsworn, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, At no time broke my faith, would not betray The devil to his fellow, and delight No less in truth than life. My first false speaking Was this upon myself. What I am truly, Is thine and my poor state's to command. Whither indeed, before thy here-arroyo, Erstwhile Siward, with x k warlike men, Already at a point, was setting along. Now nosotros'll together, and the gamble of goodness Be similar our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?
MALCOLM
Macduff, this noble outburst can simply be a product of integrity, and has removed from my soul the doubts I had virtually you, proving your honor and truthfulness to me. The devilish Macbeth has tried many plots to lure me into his power, so I must be cautious and not too quick to trust anyone. Just may God show my truthfulness at present to you lot! I will let myself exist guided past you, and I take back all of the terrible things I said about myself. All the flaws I described myself equally having are in fact alien to my character. I haven't slept with a woman all the same, and I've never broken a vow. I barely even intendance about my ain possessions, much less what anyone else owns. I've never broken a hope and wouldn't even betray the devil. I love truth as much as I love life. Those lies I told about myself are the first false words I've always said. The true me is ready to serve you and our poor country. In fact, before you got here, old Siward—with 10 one thousand battle-ready soldiers—was simply setting out for Scotland. At present we'll fight Macbeth together, and our hazard of our success is as good equally the reasons motivating us to act! Why are y'all silent?
MACDUFF
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once 'Tis hard to reconcile.
MACDUFF
It'due south hard to understand such a sudden modify in your story.
MALCOLM
Well, more than betimes.—Comes the king along, I pray you?
MALCOLM
Well, we'll speak more about this before long.
[To the DOCTOR] Can you tell me, is Rex Edward coming?
DOCTOR
Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure. Their malady convinces The great assay of fine art, just at his touch on— Such sanctity hath heaven given his mitt— They presently ameliorate.
DOCTOR
Aye, sir. A wretched group of the sick wait for him to heal them. Their illness doesn't respond to the efforts of medicine, but when Edward touches them—because of the sacred power given to him by heaven—they are healed.
MALCOLM
I thank you, medico.
MALCOLM
Thanks, doctor.
MACDUFF
What'south the disease he means?
MACDUFF
What disease does he mean?
MALCOLM
'Tis called the evil. A most miraculous work in this good king, Which often since my here-remain in England I take seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows, but strangely visited people, All swoll'north and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Hanging a golden postage stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers. And, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.
MALCOLM
Information technology's called the evil . Many times during my stay in England, I take seen the practiced rex Edward perform an incredible miracle. Only he can say how he prays to heaven for these gifts. He cures people afflicted with this foreign disease—all bloated and ulcerous, pitiful to look at, and beyond the assistance of surgery—past placing a golden coin effectually their necks and saying holy prayers over them. And information technology'south said that he will laissez passer on this blessed healing power to his royal descendants. In improver to this strange power, he has the gift of prophecy, also as various other abilities that mark him every bit a man full of God's grace.
MACDUFF
See, who comes here?
MACDUFF
Look there, who's coming?
MALCOLM
My countryman, but yet I know him not.
MALCOLM
He'due south dressed like a Scotsman, but I don't know him.
MACDUFF
My e'er-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
MACDUFF
My always noble kinsman, welcome.
MALCOLM
I know him now.—Skilful God, betimes remove The means that makes us strangers!
MALCOLM
I recognize him now. Love God, may you lot quickly change the circumstances that keep usa autonomously!
MACDUFF
Stands Scotland where it did?
MACDUFF
Is Scotland as it has been?
ROSS
Alas, poor state! Well-nigh afraid to know itself. Information technology cannot Exist called our female parent, but our grave, where nothing, But who knows cypher, is once seen to grin; Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air Are made, non marked; where tearing sorrow seems A modern ecstasy. The dead man'southward knell Is in that location scarce asked for who, and adept men's lives Expire earlier the flowers in their caps, Dying or ere they sicken.
ROSS
Alas, poor country! It'south almost too scared to even recognize itself. Scotland is no longer our motherland. It is our grave, where the only people who smile are those who know nothing. Where sighs, groans, and shrieks split the air, just no one pays attention. Where fierce sorrow is a common emotion. When the funeral bells band, people no longer ask who died. Good men'south lives are shorter than the fourth dimension it takes the flowers in their caps to wilt. They dice earlier they even fall ill.
MACDUFF
Oh, relation Too nice and yet too true!
MACDUFF
Oh, your report is too precise and too truthful!
MALCOLM
What'south the newest grief?
MALCOLM
What is the latest bad news?
ROSS
That of an 60 minutes'southward age doth hiss the speaker. Each minute teems a new 1.
ROSS
Every 60 minutes brings new bad news. Every infinitesimal gives birth to some new bad thing.
MACDUFF
How does my wife?
MACDUFF
And all my children?
MACDUFF
And all my children?
MACDUFF
The tyrant has not dilapidated at their peace?
MACDUFF
The tyrant Macbeth hasn't come after them?
ROSS
No, they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.
ROSS
No, they were at peace when I left them.
MACDUFF
Be non a niggard of your voice communication. How goes 't?
MACDUFF
Don't be coy with what you lot're saying. What'due south happened?
ROSS
When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I accept heavily borne, there ran a rumor Of many worthy fellows that were out; Which was to my conventionalities witnessed the rather For that I saw the tyrant'due south power afoot. Now is the time of help. Your eye in Scotland Would create soldiers, make our women fight, To doff their dire distresses.
ROSS
As I was coming here to tell you the news that has weighed me down, I heard rumors that many good men are armed and moving to fight Macbeth. I knew the rumors were true when I saw Macbeth'southward army on the move. At present is the time when we need your aid. Your presence in Scotland would inspire more men—and women—to fight against Macbeth's tyranny.
MALCOLM
Be 't their comfort Nosotros are coming thither. Gracious England hath Lent usa expert Siward and ten thousand men; An older and a improve soldier none That Christendom gives out.
MALCOLM
Let them be comforted—we're returning to Scotland. Gracious King Edward has lent us noble Lord Siward and ten thousand soldiers. No soldier is more experienced or successful than Siward in all of the Christian countries.
ROSS
Would I could answer This comfort with the similar. But I have words That would exist howled out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch them.
ROSS
I wish I could respond to this good news with good news of my ain. But I do accept news that should be howled out into the sky of a arid desert, where nobody could hear it.
MACDUFF
What business they? The general cause, or is information technology a fee-grief Due to some single breast?
MACDUFF
What is the news about? Does it business organization everyone, or is it a grief belonging to just one person?
ROSS
No mind that's honest But in it shares some woe, though the master role Pertains to you alone.
ROSS
No honest homo could stop himself from sharing in the sorrow, but my news relates to you alone.
MACDUFF
If it be mine, Keep it not from me. Quickly let me accept it.
MACDUFF
If it's for me, don't keep it from me. Rapidly, tell me.
ROSS
Let not your ears despise my natural language forever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That e'er yet they heard.
ROSS
I hope your ears won't hate my tongue forever for saying these things, the saddest news they've ever heard.
MACDUFF
Hum! I approximate at it.
MACDUFF
Oh no! I can judge what you're going to say.
ROSS
Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes Savagely slaughtered. To relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer To add the death of yous.
ROSS
Your castle was ambushed. Your wife and children were savagely slaughtered. If I described their murders, it would impale you too, and add your body to the pile.
MALCOLM
Merciful heaven! What, man! Ne'er pull your hat upon your brows. Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.
MALCOLM
Merciful sky!
[To MACDUFF] Come up, homo, don't hibernate your grief. Put your sorrow into words. A grief that hides in silence will whisper in your eye and interruption it.
ROSS
Wife, children, servants, all that could be plant.
ROSS
Your wife, your children, your servants—everyone they could observe.
MACDUFF
And I must be from thence! My wife killed too?
MACDUFF
And I was away! My wife was killed besides?
MALCOLM
Be comforted. Permit'due south make us med'cines of our nifty revenge, To cure this mortiferous grief.
MALCOLM
Take comfort. Allow'south brand a medicine out of revenge to ease your dreadful grief.
MACDUFF
He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did y'all say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one savage swoop?
MACDUFF
He doesn't have any children. All my little children? Did you say all? Oh, militarist from hell! All of them? What, all my children and their mother killed in ane mortiferous dive?
MALCOLM
Dispute it like a human.
MALCOLM
Fight it like a man.
MACDUFF
I shall do so, But I must also feel it equally a human being. I cannot but retrieve such things were That were about precious to me. Did heaven await on, And would not have their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! Goose egg that I am, Not for their own demerits, just for mine, Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them at present.
MACDUFF
I'll do that. Merely I must also feel it like a man. I tin't help remembering those things that were almost precious to me. Did heaven just watch my family die, and refuse to help them? Sinful Macduff, they were killed because of you! As wicked every bit I am, they were slaughtered not because of their own flaws, but because of mine. May they remainder in sky now.
MALCOLM
Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief Convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it.
MALCOLM
Let all this sharpen your sword. Let grief become anger. Don't hold back your heart. Allow information technology rage.
MACDUFF
Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, Cut short all intermission. Front to forepart Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself. Within my sword's length prepare him; if he 'scape, Heaven forgive him likewise.
MACDUFF
Oh, I could weep similar a adult female while bragging about taking revenge! Just, gentle heavens, cut brusk any delay. Bring me face to face with the devil of Scotland, so that he's within accomplish of my sword. If he escapes, may heaven forgive him too!
MALCOLM
This tune goes manly. Come up, go we to the rex. Our power is gear up; Our lack is cypher but our leave. Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers in a higher place Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
MALCOLM
Now yous audio like a human. Come, we'll become see Rex Edward. Our regular army is fix, and nosotros can leave once nosotros get King Edward'due south permission. Macbeth is ripe for the taking, with the powers above are armed and on our side. Take heart, equally much as you lot tin can. A new day will dawn.
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