Macbeth - Power and Corruption (Polanski's the Tragedy of Macbeth) Page #3

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Who was it that thus cried?

These deeds must not be thought

after these ways so...

...it will make us mad.

Get some water, and wash

this filthy witness from your hands.

Why did you bring these daggers

from the place?

They must lie there.

I'll go no more.

I am afraid of what I have done.

Look on it again I dare not.

Infirm of purpose!

Give me the daggers.

If he do bleed...

...l'll gild the faces

of the grooms withal...

...for it must seem their guilt.

Whence is that knocking?

How is it with me,

when every noise appals me?

What hands are here?

They pluck out mine eyes!

Will great Neptune's ocean wash

this blood clean from my hand?

No, this my hand will rather...

...the multitudinous seas

incarnadine...

...making the green one red.

My hands are of your colour...

...but I scorn to wear

a heart so white.

A little water clears us of this deed.

How easy is it, then!

Retire we to our chamber.

Get on your nightgown,

lest occasion show us to be watchers.

Be not lost so poorly

in your thoughts.

To know my deed,

'twere best not know myself.

Wake Duncan with thy knocking!

I would thou couldst.

Here's a knocking indeed!

If a man were porter of hell gate,

he'd have less turning the key.

Who's there, in the name of Beelzebub?

Knock, knock. Who's there,

in the other devil's name?

Knock, knock.

Never at quiet. What are you?

One that goes the primrose way

to the everlasting bonfire?

I'll devil-porter it no further.

This place is too cold for hell.

Anon, anon!

Was it so late ere you went to bed,

that you lie so late?

We were carousing

till the second cock...

...and drink, sir, is a great provoker

of three things.

- What three things?

- Nose-painting, sleep and urine.

Lechery, sir, it provokes

and it unprovokes.

It provokes the desire

but takes away the performance.

It makes you, it mars you,

it sets you on...

...it takes you off, it persuades you,

it disheartens you...

...it makes you stand to

and not stand to.

- Drink gave thee the lie last night.

- That it did.

- Is thy master stirring?

- Good morrow.

- Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

- Not yet.

He did command me to call timely.

I have almost slipped the hour.

I'll bring you to him.

This is the door.

I'll make so bold to call,

for 'tis my appointed service.

- Goes the king hence today?

- He does. He did appoint so.

The night has been unruly.

Our chimneys were blown down.

And, as they say, lamentings heard

in the air, strange screams of death.

Some say the earth was feverous.

- 'Twas a rough night.

- Oh, horror!

Horror, horror! Confusion now

hath made his masterpiece!

Murder hath broke open

the Lord's anointed temple.

- What is it you say?

- Mean you His Majesty?

Do not bid me speak.

See, and then speak yourselves.

Awake!

Awake! Ring the alarm bell!

Murder and treason!

Malcolm and Donalbain!

Banquo! Awake!

Shake off this downy sleep, death's

counterfeit, and look on death itself!

Up! Up!

And see the great doom's image.

Fleance! Banquo!

Rise up as from your graves...

...and walk like spirits

to countenance this horror.

Ring the bell!

What's the business,

that a hideous trumpet calls...

...to parley the sleepers

of the house? Speak!

Gentle lady, 'tis not for you

to hear what I speak.

Banquo, our royal master's murdered.

Woe, alas!

What, in our house?

Too cruel anywhere.

I prithee, contradict thyself,

and say it is not so.

Had I but died before this chance,

I had lived a blessed time.

There is nothing serious in mortality.

All is but toys.

Renown and grace is dead.

- What is amiss?

- You are, and do not know it.

Your royal father's murdered.

By whom?

Those of his chambers, it seemed,

had done it.

They were all badged with blood.

So were their daggers.

O, yet I do repent me of my fury

that I did kill them.

Wherefore did you so?

Who can be wise, amazed,

temperate and furious...

...loyal and neutral

in a moment? No man!

Here lay Duncan,

his skin laced with his blood.

There the murderers, steeped

in the colours of their trade.

Who could refrain,

that had a heart to love?

And in that heart, courage

to make his love known?

Let's briefly put on manly readiness

and meet in the hall together...

...to question

this most bloody piece of work.

Fears and scruples shake us.

In the great hand of God I stand.

Against the undivulged pretence

I fight of treasonous malice.

- So do I.

- So all.

What will you do?

Let's not consort with them.

- I'll to England.

- To Ireland, I.

Our separated fortune shall

keep us both the safer.

Where we are,

there's daggers in men's smiles.

This murderous shaft that's shot

hath not yet lighted.

Therefore to horse.

And let us not be dainty

of leave-taking.

Shift away.

- How goes the world, Macduff?

- Why? See you not?

Is it known who did

this more than bloody deed?

- Those that Macbeth hath slain.

- What good could they expect?

They were suborned. Malcolm and

Donalbain, the king's sons, are fled...

...which puts upon them

suspicion of the deed.

Then 'tis most like the sovereignty

will fall upon Macbeth.

He's already named

and gone to Scone to be invested.

- Will you to Scone?

- No, cousin, I'll home to Fife.

Well, I will thither.

May you see things well done there.

Adieu.

Thou hast it now.

King, Cawdor, Glamis...

... all as the weird women promised.

And I fear thou play'dst

most foully for it.

Yet it was said it should not

stand in thy posterity.

But that myself should be

the root and father of many kings.

If there comes truth from them...

... may they not be

my oracles as well...

... and set me up in hope?

Hail, Macbeth!

Hail, King of Scotland!

Hail, Macbeth!

Hail, King of Scotland!

Here's our chief guest.

If he had been forgotten, it'd have

been a gap in our great feast.

Tonight we hold a solemn supper,

and I'll request your presence.

Let Your Highness command upon me...

...to the which my duties are with

a most indissoluble tie forever knit.

- Ride you this afternoon?

- Ay, my lord.

Is it far you ride?

As far as will fill up the time

'twixt this and supper.

- Fail not our feast.

- My lord, I will not.

We hear our bloody cousins are

in England and Ireland...

...not confessing

their cruel parricide.

But of that tomorrow. Hie you to

horse. Adieu till you return at night.

- Goes Fleance with you?

- Ay, my lord.

I wish your horses swift

and sure of foot. Farewell.

- Attend those men our leisure?

- They do.

Bring them before us.

To be thus is nothing,

but to be safely thus.

Our fears in Banquo stick deep.

In his royalty of nature...

...he hath a wisdom that doth guide

his valour to act in safety.

There is none but he

whose being do I fear.

And under him my genius is rebuked.

We'll keep ourself till suppertime

alone. Till then, God be with you.

He chid the sisters, when first

they put the name of king upon me...

... and bade them speak to him.

Then, prophet-like they hailed him...

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