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Macbeth - Power and Corruption (Polanski's the Tragedy of Macbeth) Page #6
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- 1973
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- Her eyes are open.
- Ay, but their sense is shut.
- What is it she does now?
- An accustomed action.
To seem thus washing her hands.
Yet here's a spot.
Out, damned spot.
Out, I say!
One.
Two.
Why then 'tis time to do it.
Hell is murky.
Fie, my lord, fie!
A soldier and afeard?
What need we fear who knows it, when
none can call our power to account?
Yet who'd have thought the old man
to have so much blood in him?
Well, well!
The Thane of Fife had a wife.
Where is she now?
What, will these hands
ne'er be clean?
No more of that, my lord.
You mar all with this starting.
Go to. You have known
what you should not.
She has spoke what she should not,
I am sure of that.
Here's the smell of blood still.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not
sweeten this little hand.
What a sigh is there!
Wash your hands,
put on your nightgown.
Look not so pale.
I tell you, Banquo's buried.
He cannot come out of his grave.
Even so?
To bed, to bed.
Come. Come.
Come, give me your hand.
What's done cannot be undone.
To bed, to bed.
More needs she the divine
than the physician.
God! God forgive us all.
Look after her. Remove from her means
of annoyance and keep eyes upon her.
- Good night.
- Good night, good doctor.
How does your patient, doctor?
Not so sick, as she's troubled with
fancies that keep her from her sleep.
Cure her of that.
Canst thou not minister
to a mind diseased?
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow?
Raze out the written troubles
of the brain?
And with some sweet,
oblivious antidote...
...cleanse the bosom of that perilous
stuff which weighs upon the heart?
Therein the patient
must minister to himself.
Throw physic to the dogs.
Bring me no more reports.
Let them fly. All!
Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane
What's the boy, Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman?
The spirits that know all mortal
consequences pronounced me thus:
"Fear not. No man that's born of woman
shall e'er have power upon thee."
Then fly, false thanes...
...and mingle
with the English epicures!
Our country sinks beneath the yoke.
It weeps, it bleeds.
And each new day
a gash is added to her wounds.
Each new morn new widows howl,
new orphans cry.
on the face...
...that it resounds as if
it felt with Scotland.
Who comes here?
A countryman
My ever gentle cousin.
Welcome hither.
- Stands Scotland where it did?
- Alas, poor country.
Afraid to know itself. It cannot
be called our mother, but our grave.
- What's the newest grief?
- Each minute teems a new one.
- How does my wife?
- Well.
- And my children?
- Well too.
- The tyrant has not battered at them?
- No. They were well at peace.
Be not a niggard of speech.
How goes it?
Your eye in Scotland will create
soldiers, make our women fight.
We are coming thither.
Gracious England hath lent us
good Seyward and 10,000 men.
An older and a better soldier none
that Christendom gives out.
Would I could answer
this comfort with the like.
But I have words that
will be howled out...
...where hearing should not catch them.
- What concern they?
- The main part pertains to you.
If it be mine, keep it not from me.
Quickly, let me have it.
Your castle is surprised,
your wife and babes slaughtered.
Merciful heaven.
What, man!
Ne'er put your hat upon your brows.
Give sorrow words.
My children too?
Wife, children, servants.
All that could be found.
- And I must be from thence. My wife?
- I have said.
Be comforted. Let's make us
medicines of our great revenge...
...to cure this deadly grief.
He has no children.
All my pretty ones!
Did you say all?
Hell-kite! What, all my chickens
and their dam at one fell swoop?
Dispute it like a man.
I shall do so, but I must
also feel it as a man.
I cannot but remember
such things were...
...that were most precious to me.
Did the heaven look on
and would not take their part?
Sinful Macduff,
they were struck for thee.
Not for their own demerits, but for
mine, fell slaughter on their souls.
Heaven rest them now.
Be this the whetstone of your sword.
Blunt not the heart, enrage it!
Gentle heavens,
cut short all intermission.
this fiend of Scotland and myself.
Our power is ready.
Macbeth is ripe for shaking.
Within my sword's length set him.
If he escape, heaven forgive him too.
- What does the tyrant?
- Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.
Some say he's mad. Others, that
lesser hate him, call it valiant fury.
Those he commands move in command.
Nothing in love.
He feels his title
...like a giant's robe
upon a dwarfish thief.
All that is within him
does condemn itself.
led by Malcolm, Seyward and Macduff.
Near Birnam Wood shall we meet them.
That way are they coming.
The devil damn thee black, thou loon!
Where gotst thou that goose look?
There is 10,000...
- Geese? Villain?
- Soldiers, sir.
Thou lily-livered boy.
What soldiers, patch?
are counsellors to fear.
What soldiers, whey-face?
The English force, so please you.
Seyton! Take thy face hence.
I am sick at heart, when I behold...
Seyton, I say!
I have lived long enough.
My way of life is fallen
into the sear, the yellow leaf.
And that which should accompany
old age, as honour, love...
... obedience, troops of friends...
... I must not look to have.
But in their stead, curses...
... not loud, but deep.
Mouth-honour...
... breath which the poor heart
would fain deny and dare not.
- Seyton!
- What's your gracious pleasure?
- What news more?
- All is confirmed which was reported.
I'll fight till from my bones my flesh
be hacked! Give me my armour!
- 'Tis not needed yet.
- I'll put it on.
Send out more horses,
scour the country.
Hang those that talk of fear.
Come, put mine armour on,
give me my sword.
Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
Come, sir, despatch.
If thou couldst, doctor,
cast the water of my land...
...find her disease and purge it
to a sound and pristine health.
I would applaud thee to the very echo
Pull it off, I say.
What rhubarb, senna
or what purgative drug...
...would scour these English hence?
Hearst thou of them?
Ay, my good lord. Your royal
preparation makes us hear something.
I will not be afraid
of death or bane...
to Dunsinane.
Were I from Dunsinane
away and clear...
...profit again should
hardly draw me here.
- What wood is this before us?
- The wood of Birnam.
"They met me in the day of success.
And I have learned by
the perfect'st report...
...they have more in them
than mortal knowledge.
While I stood rapt
in the wonder of it, came...
...missives from the king,
who all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor...
...by which title, before,
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