Macbeth - Power and Corruption (Polanski's the Tragedy of Macbeth) Page #5

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- Fie, for shame!

Blood hath been shed ere now,

in the olden time.

And since too, murders have been

performed too terrible for the ear.

Time has been that when the brains

were out, a man would die...

...and there an end.

But now they rise again, with

You've displaced the mirth, broke the

meeting with most admired disorder.

Can such things be and overwhelm us

like a summer's cloud...

...without our special wonder?

You make me strange, even

to the disposition that I owe.

When now I think

you can behold such sights...

...and keep the natural ruby

of your cheeks...

...when mine is blanched with fear.

What sights, my lord?

I pray you, speak not,

he grows worse and worse.

Question enrages him.

At once, good night.

Stand not upon the order of

your going, but go at once.

Good night. And better health

attend His Majesty.

Kind good night to all.

It will have blood.

They say blood will have blood.

Stones have been known to move

and trees to speak.

What is the night?

Almost at odds with morning,

which is which.

How sayst thou, that Macduff denies

his person at our great bidding?

How know you this, my lord?

I hear it by the way.

There's not a one of them, but

in his house I keep a servant paid.

You lack the season

of all natures, sleep.

Come, we'll to sleep.

I must again 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 way.

I'm in blood, stepped in so far

that should I wade no more...

...returning were

as tedious as go o'er.

Strange things I have in head

that will to hand...

...which must be acted,

ere they may be scanned.

We are yet but young in deed.

By the pricking of my thumbs,

something wicked this way comes.

How now, you secret, black and

midnight hags? What is it you do?

A deed without a name.

Double, double, toil and trouble.

Fire burn, cauldron bubble.

Toad that under cold stone,

days and nights has 31.

Sweltered venom sleeping got,

boil thou first in the charmed pot.

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

wool of bat and tongue of dog.

Adder's fork and blindworm's sting,

lizard's leg and howlet's wing.

Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,

slivered in the moon's eclipse.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

in the cauldron boil and bake.

Liver of blaspheming Jew,

gall of goat and slips of yew.

I conjure you, by that which you

profess, howe'er you know it.

- Answer me to what I ask you.

- Speak!

- Demand.

- We'll answer.

Say if thou'dst hear it from

our mouths, or from our masters.

Call them, let me see them.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,

then the charm is firm and good.

- Tell me, unknown power...

- He knows thy thought.

Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.

Beware Macduff.

Beware the Thane of Fife.

Thou hast harped my fear aright.

- But one word more...

- He will not be commanded.

Be bloody, bold and resolute.

Laugh to scorn the power of man.

For none of woman born

shall harm Macbeth.

None of woman born

shall harm Macbeth.

Then live Macduff.

What need I fear of thee?

But I'll make assurance double sure

and take a bond of fate.

Thou shalt not live!

- Macbeth shall never vanquished be.

- Never, never.

Until Great Birnam Wood...

...to high Dunsinane Hill

shall come against him.

That will never be!

Who can recruit the forest?

Bid the tree unfix

his earth-bound root?

Sweet bodements, good!

Yet my heart throbs

to know one thing:

- Shall Banquo's issue ever reign?

- Seek to know no more.

I will be satisfied! Deny me this

and an eternal curse fall on you!

Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo.

Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs.

What, will the line stretch out

to the crack of doom?

Now I see 'tis true.

For the blood-boltered Banquo

smiles upon me...

...and points at them for his!

Where are they?

Gone!

Infected be the air whereon they ride!

And damned all those that trust them!

Macduff is fled.

- Where does he bestow himself?

- In the English court.

Where lives the son of Duncan.

Thither Macduff is gone to pray

the holy king upon his aid...

...to wake Northumberland

and warlike Seyward.

By the help of these, we may again

give to our tables meat...

...sleep to our nights,

our feasts free from bloody knives.

Some holy angel fly to England...

...that a swift blessing may soon

return to this, our suffering country.

Gentle lady.

Gracious Duncan's dead.

Gracious Duncan was pitied

of Macbeth. Marry, he was dead.

The valiant Banquo walked too late.

Whom, you may say, Fleance killed,

for Fleance fled.

Man must not walk too late.

How monstrous it was for Malcolm

and Donalbain to kill their father.

Damned, indeed.

How it did grieve Macbeth.

- Had he Duncan's sons under his key...

- As, an't please heaven, he shall not.

They should find what

it were to kill a father.

So should Fleance.

Peace.

What news?

Macduff is fled to England.

- Fled to England?

- Ay, my good lord.

Time, thou anticipat'st

my dread exploits.

The castle of Macduff

I will surprise. Seize upon Fife.

Give to the edge of the sword

his wife, his babes...

... and all unfortunate souls

that trace him in his line.

No boasting like a fool.

This deed I'll do

before the purpose cool.

You must have patience.

He had none. His flight was madness.

Our fears do make us traitors.

You know not if it was wisdom or fear.

To leave his wife and his babes in

a place from whence himself does fly?

He loves us not.

He wants a natural touch.

The wren, the most diminutive bird,

will fight...

...her young in the nest,

against the owl.

- All is the fear, nothing is the love.

- Dear coz, pray, school yourself.

But for your husband,

he is noble, wise, judicious...

...and best knows the fits

of the season.

I take my leave of you. Shall not

be long but I'll be here again.

Things at their worst will cease...

...or else climb upward

to what they were before.

My pretty cousin,

blessing upon you.

Fathered he is,

and yet he's fatherless.

I take my leave at once.

- How wilt thou do for a father?

- How will you do for a husband?

Why, I can buy me 20 at any market.

- Was my father a traitor?

- Ay, that he was.

- What is a traitor?

- Why, one that swears and lies.

Be all traitors that do so?

Everyone that does so is a traitor

and must be hanged.

- Who must hang them?

- The honest men.

The liars are fools, for there are

enough of them to hang the honest men.

- God help thee, poor monkey.

- Lf he were dead, you'd weep for him.

Where's your husband?

I hope in no place so unsanctified,

where such as thou mayst find him.

He's a traitor.

- Thou liest, thou shag-eared villain!

- What, you egg?

Young fry of treachery!

He has killed me, Mother.

Besides her walking and other actual

performances, what has she said?

That which I will not report after her.

You may to a doctor.

'Tis most meet you should.

Neither to you, nor anyone, having

no witness to confirm my speech.

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