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Macbeth - Power and Corruption (Polanski's the Tragedy of Macbeth) Page #7
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- 1973
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...and referred me to
the coming on of time with:
'Hail, king that shall be! '
This have I thought good to
deliver thee, my dearest partner...
...that thou mightst not be...
...ignorant of what greatness
is promised thee.
Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."
Hang out our banners
on the outward walls.
The cry is still, "They come!"
Our castle's strength
Here let them lie till famine
and the ague eat them up.
Were they not stuffed with
those that should be ours...
...we might have met them dareful,
and beat them backward.
What is that noise?
I've almost forgot the taste of fear.
The time has been, my senses would
have cooled to hear a night-shriek.
My fell of hair...
...would at a dismal treatise
rouse and stir as life were in it.
I have supped full with horrors.
Wherefore was that cry?
The queen, my lord, is dead.
She should have died hereafter.
There would have been
a time for such a word.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...
from day to day...
... to the last syllable
of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays have lighted
fools the way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle.
Life's but a walking shadow.
A poor player struts and frets
his hour upon the stage...
...and then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot...
...full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
Gracious, my lord!
Thy story, quickly!
I should report that which I saw,
but know not how.
Well? Say, sir.
As I did stand my watch,
And anon, methought,
the wood began to move.
Liar and slave!
Within a mile may you see it coming.
A moving grove.
If thou speakst false, upon the next
tree shalt thou hang alive...
Fear not till Birnam Wood
do come to Dunsinane.
And now a wood comes
towards Dunsinane.
Every soldier hath downed a bough
Thereby they shadow the number
of their host...
...and make discovery err
in report of them.
I 'gin to be aweary of the sun.
And wish the estate of the world
were now undone.
Ring the alarum bell!
Blow, wind! Come, wrack! At least
we'll die with harness on our back.
Make all our trumpets speak.
Worthy Macduff, you, with young
Seyward, lead our first assault.
Tyrant, show thy face!
Let me find him, Fortune.
And more I beg not.
If thou be slain and
with no sword of mine...
...my wife and children's ghosts
will haunt me still.
- What is thy name?
- Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
No, though thou callst thyself
a hotter name than any in hell!
My name's Macbeth!
a title more hateful.
- No, nor more fearful.
- Thou liest, abhorred tyrant!
With my sword
I'll prove the lie thou speakst.
Thou werest born of woman.
They have tied me to the stake.
I cannot fly. But bearlike
I must fight the course!
Why should I play the Roman fool
and die on mine own sword...
...while I see lives
that gashes do better on them?
What's he that was not born of woman?
Such a one am I to fear, or none.
Turn, hell-hound! Turn!
Of all men else, I have avoided thee.
I have no words.
My voice is in my sword.
Thou bloodier villain
than terms can give thee out!
My soul...
...is too much charged
Let fall thy blade
on vulnerable crests.
I bear a charmed life...
...which must not yield
to one of woman born!
Despair thy charm and let the angel
whom thou hast served tell thee...
...Macduff was from his mother's womb
untimely ripped.
Accursed be that tongue
that tells me so...
... for it hath cowed
my better part of man.
And be these juggling fiends no more
believed that palter with us.
That keep the word of promise
to our ear and break it to our hope.
I will not yield...
...to kiss the ground
before young Malcolm's feet...
...and to be baited
with the rabble's curse!
Though Birnam Wood be come
to Dunsinane...
...and thou opposed being
of no woman born...
...yet I will try the last.
Lay on, Macduff.
And damned be him that first cries,
"Hold, enough!"
So great a day as this
is cheaply bought.
Hail, king, for so thou art.
Behold where lies
the usurper's cursed head.
The time is free.
Hail, King of Scotland!
Hail, King of Scotland!
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