You Can Knock Me Down but Ill Get Up Again Ill Get Up Again
Macbeth Translation Human activity 3, Scene iv
A banquet. MACBETH enters with LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, LORDS, and their attendants.
MACBETH
Yous know your ain degrees; sit downward. At get-go And last, the hearty welcome.
MACBETH
You know your own ranks, and so you know where to sit down according to your guild of importance. To both the highest and lowest of y'all, I bid you a hearty welcome.
LORDS
Thanks to your majesty.
LORDS
Thank you, your Majesty.
MACBETH
Ourself will mingle with society And play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her land, but in all-time fourth dimension We will require her welcome.
MACBETH
I will mingle with all of you, playing the humble host. My married woman, the hostess, will stay on her purple throne, but in proficient time I will ask her to welcome you all.
LADY MACBETH
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends, For my middle speaks they are welcome.
LADY MACBETH
Sir, deliver my welcome to all of our friends for me, since they are all welcome in my heart.
The lords cheer. The Get-go MURDERER appears and catches Macbeth's attending.
MACBETH
Come across, they encounter thee with their hearts' cheers. Both sides are even. Here I'll sit i' thursday' midst. Be large in mirth. Anon we'll drinkable a measure The table round. [aside to Start MURDERER] There's blood upon thy face.
MACBETH
Come across, they reply to you lot with their hearts as well. The table is full on both sides. I'll sit here in the centre. Be happy. Shortly nosotros'll have a toast to the full tabular array.
[To the Outset MURDERER then that just he can hear] There's blood on your confront.
Outset MURDERER
'Tis Banquo's then.
Get-go MURDERER
It's Banquo'south blood and then.
MACBETH
'Tis amend thee without than he inside. Is he dispatched?
MACBETH
It's ameliorate that you lot have his blood on your face than Banquo having his lifeblood yet coursing in his veins. Is he dead?
Beginning MURDERER
My lord, his pharynx is cut. That I did for him.
FIRST MURDERER
My lord, his throat is cutting. I did that for him.
MACBETH
Thousand art the all-time o' th' cutthroats: However he'south skilful that did the like for Fleance. If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
MACBETH
You are the best of the cutthroats. But whoever did the same to Fleance is just as good. If you cut Fleance's throat, and then you are a cutthroat without compare.
Starting time MURDERER
Virtually royal sir, Fleance is 'scaped.
FIRST MURDERER
Well-nigh royal sir, Fleance has escaped.
MACBETH
Then comes my fit over again. I had else been perfect, Whole as the marble, founded equally the rock, Every bit broad and general as the casing air. But at present I am cabined, cribbed, confined, jump in To saucy doubts and fears.—But Banquo's safe?
MACBETH
Now my torment returns. Otherwise, I would have been perfect: solid every bit a piece of marble, as firm as a rock, as gratuitous as the air which surrounds everything. But now I'g all confined and jump in doubts and fears. But Banquo'due south been killed?
FIRST MURDERER
Ay, my expert lord. Rubber in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenchèd gashes on his caput, The least a death to nature.
FIRST MURDERER
Aye, my good lord. He's lying in a ditch, with twenty deep gashes in his head—the least of which would take been plenty to impale him.
MACBETH
Thank you for that. There the grown serpent lies. The worm that's fled Hath nature that in time will venom brood; No teeth for th' present. Get thee gone. Tomorrow We'll hear ourselves again.
MACBETH
Thanks for that. The adult serpent lies in the ditch. The young worm that escaped will in time become poisonous. But correct now he has no fangs. Be gone now. I'll talk to yous again tomorrow.
The Get-go MURDERER exits.
LADY MACBETH
My royal lord, Y'all practise not give the cheer. The feast is sold That is non often vouched, while 'tis a-making, 'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is anniversary; Meeting were bare without it.
LADY MACBETH
My royal lord, yous're non entertaining the guests. If you do not regularly brand clear that your guests are welcome, they'll outset to feel equally if they're paying for their meal. If you lot simply want to eat, it'southward best to do that at dwelling house. When yous're eating out, yous need some ceremony to act every bit an extra sauce for the meat. Without information technology, the party volition be irksome.
MACBETH
Sweet remembrancer! Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!
MACBETH
Thank you lot for reminding me! [Raising a glass] Good digestion requires a good ambition, and expert health requires both those things. To good ambition, good digestion, and skilful wellness!
LENNOX
May 't delight your highness sit down.
LENNOX
Please sit, your Highness.
The GHOST OF BANQUO enters and sits in MACBETH's place.
MACBETH
Here had we now our country's award roofed, Were the graced person of our Banquo nowadays, Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Than pity for mischance.
MACBETH
All the nobility of Scotland would be gathered under one roof, if only the noble Banquo were likewise here. I hope I tin scold him for rudeness, and not have to grieve because something has happened to him.
ROSS
His absence, sir, Lays arraign upon his promise. Please 't your highness To grace us with your regal company?
ROSS
His absenteeism means just that he's broken his promise to attend. If it pleases y'all, your Highness, won't you sit down and grace us with your royal company?
MACBETH
The tabular array's full.
LENNOX
Here is a place reserved, sir.
LENNOX
Here's a identify saved for you, sir.
LENNOX
Here, my good lord. What is 't that moves your highness?
LENNOX
[Pointing to where the GHOST sits] Hither, my good lord. What's bothering you lot, your highness?
MACBETH
Which of you have done this?
MACBETH
[Seeing the GHOST] Which one of yous did this?
LORDS
What, my skillful lord?
LORDS
Did what, my skillful lord?
MACBETH
[to GHOST] Yard canst not say I did information technology. Never shake Thy gory locks at me.
MACBETH
[To the GHOST] Y'all tin can't say I did it. Don't shake your bloody head at me.
ROSS
Gentlemen, rise. His highness is non well.
ROSS
Gentlemen, stand up up. His Highness is non well.
LADY MACBETH
Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat. The fit is momentary; upon a idea He will again be well. If much you note him, Yous shall offend him and extend his passion. Feed and regard him non. [aside to MACBETH] Are you a man?
LADY MACBETH
Sit, noble friends. My husband is ofttimes like this, and has been since childhood. Delight, stay seated. This is a momentary fit. He'll be well over again in but a second. If yous pay too much attention to him you'll offend him, which will prolong the fit. Swallow, and pay no attention to him.
[To MACBETH] Are you a man?
MACBETH
Ay, and a bold one, that dare wait on that Which might appall the devil.
MACBETH
Aye, and a brave one, who dares look at something that would frighten the devil.
LADY MACBETH
O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear. This is the air-drawn dagger which you lot said Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts, Impostors to true fear, would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you brand such faces? When all'due south done, You lot look but on a stool.
LADY MACBETH
Oh, utter nonsense! This is a hallucination brought on by fear. This is like the floating dagger that you said led you to Duncan. This panic assail tin't even be compared to real fear. It's more than like a performance put on by a adult female telling a scary story by the fireside in front of her grandmother. Shame on you! Why are yous making such faces? When the hallucination passes, you'll see that you're looking at nothing merely a stool.
MACBETH
Prithee, encounter at that place! Behold! Expect! Lo! How say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. If charnel houses and our graves must transport Those that we coffin back, our monuments Shall be the maws of kites.
MACBETH
Please, look there. Come across? Look!
[To the GHOST] Hey! What do you have to say? And what practice I intendance? If yous can nod, then speak. If the dead are going to return from their graves, and so we might as well not bury anyone and permit the birds eat them.
LADY MACBETH
What, quite unmanned in folly?
LADY MACBETH
What, has your foolishness destroyed your manhood?
MACBETH
If I stand here, I saw him.
MACBETH
As sure as I'm standing here, I saw him.
LADY MACBETH
Fie, for shame!
LADY MACBETH
Nonsense! Shame on you!
MACBETH
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden fourth dimension, Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders accept been performed Too terrible for the ear. The time has been That, when the brains were out, the man would dice, And in that location an end. But now they rise again With xx mortal murders on their crowns And push united states of america from our stools. This is more than foreign Than such a murder is.
MACBETH
In ancient times—before humane laws cleansed the commonwealth and fabricated it noble—much blood was shed. Yep, and since then too, murders have been committed that are as well terrible to mention. It used to exist that when you knocked a man'south brains out he would die, and that was the end of it. But now they rise again with xx fatal wounds on their head and push u.s.a. from our stools. This returning from the dead is more strange than the original murder.
LADY MACBETH
My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack y'all.
LADY MACBETH
My love lord, your noble friends miss your company.
MACBETH
I do forget. Exercise not muse at me, my most worthy friends. I accept a foreign infirmity, which is nothing To those that know me. Come, love and health to all. Then I'll sit down down. Give me some wine. Fill full.
MACBETH
I forgot.
[To the lords] Don't be shocked at my beliefs, my most noble friends. I have a strange status, which no longer bothers those who know me well. [Raising his glass again] Come: love and health to you all. Now I'll sit down. Requite me some wine. Fill my cup.
The GHOST OF BANQUO enters.
MACBETH
I drink to the general joy o' th' whole table, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; Would he were here! To all and him we thirst, And all to all.
MACBETH
I beverage to the joy of all of you at the table, and to our beloved friend Banquo, whom we miss. I wish he were here! To anybody here and to Banquo. Everyone potable to everyone else's health.
LORDS
Our duties, and the pledge.
LORDS
Nosotros drink to our allegiance to yous, and to your toast.
MACBETH
[seeing the GHOST] Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the globe hide thee. Thy bones are marrowless, thy claret is cold. K hast no speculation in those eyes Which 1000 dost glare with!
MACBETH
[Seeing the GHOST] Go! Become out of my sight! Hide in your grave. Your basic take no marrow, and your blood is cold. The eyes with which you're glaring at me have no power of sight!
LADY MACBETH
Think of this, good peers, Simply as a thing of custom. 'Tis no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
LADY MACBETH
Remember of this, good friends, as just a strange habit. It'due south nothing else. Besides bad it's spoiling our evening!
MACBETH
What man dare, I cartel. Approach 1000 like the rugged Russian behave, The armed rhino, or th' Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my business firm nerves Shall never tremble. Or exist alive once more, And dare me to the desert with thy sword. If trembling I inhabit then, protest me The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence!
MACBETH
I dare as much as any homo. Approach me in the form of a rugged Russian deport, an armor-plated rhino, or a Hyrcan tiger. Take any shape simply the one you have, and I won't tremble. Or render to life and challenge me to a duel in some deserted place. If I tremble then, mock me as a little girl's doll. Exist gone, horrible ghost! You hallucination, be gone!
MACBETH
Why then, being gone, I am a human being over again. Pray you sit down still.
MACBETH
See, now that it'southward gone, I'm a man again. Please, remain seated.
LADY MACBETH
Yous take displaced the mirth, bankrupt the good meeting, With almost admired disorder.
LADY MACBETH
You have disrupted our dinner and destroyed everyone's good cheer with your amazing behavior.
MACBETH
Can such things exist, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me foreign Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I recollect you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanched with fright.
MACBETH
[To the guests] Can such things exist—and overcome a person as suddenly every bit a summertime storm—without making everyone astonished? You make me experience like I don't know my ain character and courage, when I come across you looking at these terrible things without going pale with fear, while my own face has gone white.
ROSS
What sights, my lord?
ROSS
What sights, my lord?
LADY MACBETH
I pray yous, speak not. He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him. At once, good night. Stand not upon the social club of your going, But go at once.
LADY MACBETH
[To the guests] Please, don't speak with him. He's growing worse and worse. Talking only exacerbates it. Right at present, good night. Don't worry most leaving in a sure social club according to your rank. Just leave right away.
LENNOX
Good night, and amend health Attend his majesty!
LENNOX
Skilful night. I hope better health returns to his Majesty!
LADY MACBETH
A kind skillful night to all!
LADY MACBETH
A kind good night to all of yous!
Everyone leaves except MACBETH and LADY MACBETH.
MACBETH
It volition have blood, they say. Blood will have blood. Stones take been known to movement, and trees to speak. Augurs and understood relations take By magot pies and choughs and rooks brought along The hugger-mugger'st human being of blood. —What is the night?
MACBETH
Blood will atomic number 82 to blood, as the maxim goes. Gravestones have been known to motion, trees to speak, and the jackdaws, crows, and rooks to cackle out the names of even the most secret murderers.
[To LADY MACBETH] How late is information technology?
LADY MACBETH
Virtually at odds with forenoon, which is which.
LADY MACBETH
It'due south almost morning time. You lot can't tell whether information technology's one or the other.
MACBETH
How say'st 1000 that Macduff denies his person At our bully bidding?
MACBETH
What do you recall about the fact that Macduff does refuses to come even should I command him to?
LADY MACBETH
Did you send to him, sir?
LADY MACBETH
Did yous officially send for him, sir?
MACBETH
I hear it past the way; but I volition transport. There's not a one of them only in his house I keep a retainer fee'd. I volition tomorrow— And anon I will—to the weird sisters. More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, All causes shall give style. I am in blood Stepped in and so far that, should I wade no more than, Returning were as dull as go o'er. Foreign things I have in head, that volition to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scanned.
MACBETH
I heard almost it indirectly, but I will ship for him. I take a retainer paid to spy for me in every i of my lords' households. I volition go come across the witches tomorrow, early. They will tell me more than, considering I'm now determined to know the worst of what is to come. My own interests are more of import than anything else. I take waded so far into this river of claret that fifty-fifty if I stopped at present, information technology would be as unpleasant to become back as to continue forward. I have some plans in my head that I must human activity upon earlier I accept a chance to think carefully about them.
LADY MACBETH
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
LADY MACBETH
You lack the rest and ease that slumber provides.
MACBETH
Come, we'll to sleep. My foreign and self-abuse Is the initiate fright that wants hard employ. We are still merely young in deed.
MACBETH
Yes, let'due south become to sleep. My strange self-delusions merely come from inexperience. We're still beginners when it comes to bad deeds.
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