| When Duncan the Meek
reigned king of Scotland, there lived a great thane, or lord, called
Macbeth. This Macbeth was a near kinsman to the king, and in great
esteem at court for his valour and conduct in the wars; an example
of which he had lately given, in defeating a rebel army assisted by
the troops of Norway in terrible numbers.
The two Scottish generals, Macbeth
and Banquo, returning victorious from this great battle, their way
lay over a blasted heath, where they were stopped by the strange
appearance of three figures like women, except that they had beards,
and their withered skins and wild attire made them look not like any
earthly creatures. Macbeth first addressed them, when they,
seemingly offended, laid each one her choppy finger upon her skinny
lips, in token of silence; and the first of them saluted Macbeth
with the title of thane of Glamis. The general was not a little
startled to find himself known by such creatures; but how much more,
when the second of them followed up that salute by giving him the
title of thane of Cawdor, to which honour he had no pretensions; and
again the third bid him 'All hail! king that shalt be hereafter!'
Such a prophetic greeting might well amaze him, who knew that while
the king's sons lived he could not hope to succeed to the throne.
Then turning to Banquo, they pronounced him, in a sort of riddling
terms, to be lesser than Macbeth and greater! not so happy, but
much happier! and prophesied that though he should never reign,
yet his sons after him should be kings in Scotland. They then turned
into air, and vanished: by which the generals knew them to be the
weird sisters, or witches.
While they stood pondering on the strangeness of this adventure,
there arrived certain messengers from the king, who were empowered
by him to confer upon Macbeth the dignity of thane of Cawdor: an
event so miraculously corresponding with the prediction of the
witches astonished Macbeth, and he stood wrapped in amazement,
unable to make reply to the messengers; and in that -point of time
swelling hopes arose in his mind that the prediction of the third
witch might in like manner have its accomplishment, and that he
should one day reign king in Scotland.
Turning to Banquo, he said: 'Do you
not hope that your children shall be kings, when what the witches
promised to me has so wonderfully come to pass?' 'That hope,'
answered the general, 'might enkindle you to aim at the throne; but
oftentimes these ministers of darkness tell us truths in little
things, to betray us into deeds of greatest consequence.'
But the wicked suggestions of the
witches had sunk too deep into the mind of Macbeth to allow him to
attend to the warnings of the good Banquo. From that time he bent
all his thoughts on how to compass the throne of Scotland.
Macbeth had a wife, to whom he
communicated the strange prediction of the weird sisters, and its
partial accomplishment. She was a bad, ambitious woman, and so as
her husband and herself could arrive at greatness, she cared not
much by what means. She spurred on the reluctant purpose of Macbeth,
who felt compunction at the thoughts of blood, and did not cease to
represent the murder of the king as a step absolutely necessary to
the fulfillment of the flattering prophecy.
It happened at this time that the
king, who out of his royal condescension would oftentimes visit his
principal nobility upon gracious terms, came to Macbeth's house,
attended by his two sons, Malcolm and Donalbain, and a numerous
train of thanes and attendants, the more to honour Macbeth for the
triumphal success of his wars.
The castle of Macbeth was pleasantly
situated, and the air about it was sweet and wholesome, which
appeared by the nests which the martlet, or swallow, had built under
all the jutting friezes and buttresses of the building, wherever it
found a place of advantage; for where those birds most breed and
haunt, the air is observed to be delicate. The king entered
well-pleased with the place, and not less so with the attentions and
respect of his honoured hostess, lady Macbeth, who had the art of
covering treacherous purposes with smiles; and could look like the
innocent flower, while she was indeed the serpent under it.
The king being tired with his
journey, went early to bed, and in his state-room two grooms of his
chamber (as was the custom) slept beside him. He had been unusually
pleased with his reception, and had made presents before he retired
to his principal officers; and among the rest, had sent a rich
diamond to lady Macbeth, greeting her by the name of his most kind
hostess.
Now was the middle of night, when
over half the world nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse men's
minds asleep, and none but the wolf and the murderer is abroad. This
was the time when lady Macbeth waked to plot the murder of the king.
She would not have undertaken a deed so abhorrent to her sex, but
that she feared her husband's nature, that it was too full of the
milk of human kindness, to do a contrived murder. She knew him to be
ambitious, but withal to be scrupulous, and not yet prepared for
that height of crime which commonly in the end accompanies
inordinate ambition. She had won him to consent to the murder, but
she doubted his resolution; and she feared that the natural
tenderness of his disposition (more humane than her own) would come
between, and defeat the purpose. So with her own hands armed with a
dagger, she approached the king's bed; having taken care to ply the
grooms of his chamber so with wine, that they slept intoxicated, and
careless of their charge. There lay Duncan in a sound sleep after
the fatigues of his journey, and as she viewed him earnestly, there
was something in his face, as he slept, which resembled her own
father; and she had not the courage to proceed.
She returned to confer with her
husband. His resolution had begun to stagger. He considered that
there were strong reasons against the deed. In the first place, he
was not only a subject, but a near kinsman to the king; and he had
been his host and entertainer that day, whose duty, by the laws of
hospitality, it was to shut the door against his murderers, not bear
the knife himself. Then he considered how just and merciful a king
this Duncan had been, how clear of offence to his subjects, how
loving to his nobility, and in particular to him; that such kings
are the peculiar care of Heaven, and their subjects doubly bound to
revenge their deaths. Besides, by the favours of the king, Macbeth
stood high in the opinion of all sorts of men, and how would those
honours be stained by the reputation of so foul a murder!
In these conflicts of the mind lady
Macbeth found her husband inclining to the better part, and
resolving to proceed no further. But she being a woman not easily
shaken from her evil purpose, began to pour in at his ears words
which infused a portion of her own spirit into his mind, assigning
reason upon reason why he should not shrink from what he had
undertaken; how easy the deed was; how soon it would be over; and
how the action of one short night would give to all their nights and
days to come sovereign sway and royalty! Then she threw contempt on
his change of purpose, and accused him of fickleness and cowardice;
and declared that she had given suck, and knew how tender it was to
love the babe that milked her; but she would, while it was smiling
in her face, have plucked it from her breast, and dashed its brains
out, if she had so sworn to do it, as he had sworn to perform that
murder. Then she added, how practicable it was to lay the guilt of
the deed upon the drunken sleepy grooms. And with the valour of her
tongue she so chastised his sluggish resolutions, that he once more
summoned up courage to the bloody business.
So, taking the dagger in his hand, he
softly stole in the dark to the room where Duncan lay; and as he
went, he thought he saw another dagger in the air, with the handle
towards him, and on the blade and at the point of it drops of blood;
but when he tried to grasp at it, it was nothing but air, a mere
phantasm proceeding from his own hot and oppressed brain and the
business he had in hand.
Getting rid of this fear, he entered
the king's room, whom he despatched with one stroke of his dagger.
just as he had done the murder, one of the grooms, who slept in the
chamber, laughed in his sleep, and the other cried: 'Murder,' which
woke them both; but they said a short prayer; one of them said: 'God
bless us!' and the other answered 'Amen'; and addressed themselves
to sleep again. Macbeth, who stood listening to them, tried to say
'Amen,' when the fellow said 'God bless us!' but, though he had most
need of a blessing, the word stuck in his throat, and he could not
pronounce it.
Again he thought he heard a voice
which cried: 'Sleep no more: Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent
sleep, that nourishes life.' Still it cried: 'Sleep no more,' to all
the house. 'Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall
sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.'
With such horrible imaginations
Macbeth returned to his listening wife, who began to think he had
failed of his purpose, and that the deed was somehow frustrated. He
came in so distracted a state, that she reproached him with his want
of firmness, and sent him to wash his hands of the blood which
stained them, while she took his dagger, with purpose to stain the
cheeks of the grooms with blood, to make it seem their guilt.
Morning came, and with it the
discovery of the murder, which could not be concealed; and though
Macbeth and his lady made great show of grief, and the proofs
against the grooms (the dagger being produced against them and their
faces smeared with blood) were sufficiently strong, yet the entire
suspicion fell upon Macbeth, whose inducements to such a deed were
so much more forcible than such poor silly grooms could be supposed
to have; and Duncan's two sons fled. Malcolm, the eldest, sought for
refuge in the English court; and the youngest, Donalbain, made his
escape to Ireland.
The king's sons, who should have
succeeded him, having thus vacated the throne, Macbeth as next heir
was crowned king, and thus the prediction of the weird sisters was
literally accomplished.
Though placed so high, Macbeth and
his queen could not forget the prophecy of the weird sisters, that,
though Macbeth should be king, yet not his children, but the
children of Banquo, should be kings after him. The thought of this,
and that they had defiled their hands with blood, and done so great
crimes, only to place the posterity of Banquo upon the throne, so
rankled within them, that they determined to put to death both
Banquo and his son, to make void the predictions of the weird
sisters, which in their own case had been so remarkably brought to
pass.
For this purpose they made a great
supper, to which they invited all the chief thanes; and, among the
rest, with marks of particular respect, Banquo and his son Fleance
were invited. The way by which Banquo was to pass to the palace at
night was beset by murderers appointed by Macbeth, who stabbed
Banquo; but in the scuffle Fleance escaped. From that Fleance
descended a race of monarchs who afterwards filled the Scottish
throne, ending with James the Sixth of Scotland and the First of
England, under whom the two crowns of England and Scotland were
united.
At supper, the queen, whose manners
were in the highest degree affable and royal, played the hostess
with a gracefulness and attention which conciliated every one
present, and Macbeth discoursed freely with his thanes and nobles,
saying, that all that was honourable in the country was under his
roof, if he had but his good friend Banquo present, whom yet he
hoped he should rather have to chide for neglect, than to lament for
any mischance. Just at these words the ghost of Banquo, whom he had
caused to be murdered, entered the room and placed himself on the
chair which Macbeth was about to occupy. Though Macbeth was a bold
man, and one that could have faced the devil without trembling, at
this horrible sight his cheeks turned white with fear, and he stood
quite unmanned with his eyes fixed upon the ghost. His queen and all
the nobles, who saw nothing but perceived him gazing (as they
thought) upon an empty chair, took it for a fit of distraction; and
she reproached him, whispering that it was but the same fancy which
made him see the dagger in the air, when he was about to kill
Duncan. But Macbeth continued to see the ghost, and gave no heed to
all they could say, while he addressed it with distracted words, yet
so significant, that his queen, fearing the dreadful secret would be
-disclosed, in great haste dismissed the guests, excusing the
infirmity of Macbeth as a disorder he was often troubled with.
To such dreadful fancies Macbeth was
subject. His queen and he had their sleeps afflicted with terrible
dreams, and the blood of Banquo troubled them not more than the
escape of Fleance, whom now they looked upon as father to a line of
kings who should keep their posterity out of the throne. With these
miserable thoughts they found no peace, and Macbeth determined once
more to seek out the weird sisters, and know from them the worst.
He sought them in a cave upon the heath, where they, who knew by
foresight of his coming, were engaged in preparing their dreadful
charms, by which they conjured up infernal spirits to reveal to them
futurity. Their horrid ingredients were toads, bats, and serpents,
the eye of a newt, and the tongue of a dog, the leg of a lizard, and
the wing of the night-owl, the scale of a dragon, the tooth of a
wolf, the maw of the ravenous salt-sea shark, the mummy of a witch,
the root of the poisonous hemlock (this to have effect must be
digged in the dark), the gall of a goat, and the liver of a Jew,
with slips of the yew tree that roots itself in graves, and the
finger of a dead child: all these were set on to boil in a great
kettle, or cauldron, which, as fast as it grew too hot, was cooled
with a baboon's blood: to these they poured in the blood of a sow
that had eaten her young, and they threw into the flame the grease
that had sweaten from a murderer's gibbet. By these charms they
bound the infernal spirits to answer their questions.
It was demanded of Macbeth, whether
he would have his doubts resolved by them, or by their masters, the
spirits. He, nothing daunted by the dreadful ceremonies which he
saw, boldly answered: 'Where are they? let me see them.' And they
called the spirits, which were three. And the first arose in the
likeness of an armed head, and he called Macbeth by name, and bid
him beware of the thane of Fife; for which caution Macbeth thanked
him; for Macbeth had entertained a jealousy of Macduff, the thane of
Fife.
And the second spirit arose in the
likeness of a bloody child, and he called Macbeth by name, and bid
him have no fear, but laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of
woman born should have power to hurt him; and he advised him to be
bloody, bold, and resolute. 'Then live, Macduff' cried the king;
'what need I fear of thee? but yet I will make assurance doubly
sure. Thou shalt not live; that I may tell pale hearted Fear it
lies, and sleep in spite of thunder.'
That spirit being dismissed, a third
arose in the form of a child crowned, with a tree in his hand. He
called Macbeth by name, and comforted him against conspiracies,
saying, that he should never be vanquished, until the wood of Birnam
to Dunsinane Hill should come against him. 'Sweet bodements! good!'
cried Macbeth; 'who can unfix the forest, and move it from its
earth-bound roots? I see I shall live the usual period of man's
life, and not be cut off by a violent death. But my heart throbs to
know one thing. Tell me, if your art can tell so much, if Banquo's
issue shall ever reign in this kingdom?' Here the cauldron sank into
the ground, and a noise of music was heard, and eight shadows, like
kings, passed by Macbeth, and Banquo last, who bore a glass which
showed the figures of many more, and Banquo all bloody smiled upon
Macbeth, and pointed to them; by which Macbeth knew that these were
the posterity of Banquo, who should reign after him in Scotland; and
the witches, with a sound of soft music, and with dancing, making a
show of duty and welcome to Macbeth, vanished. And from this time
the thoughts of Macbeth were all bloody and dreadful.
The first thing he heard when he got
out of the witches' cave, was that Macduff, thane of Fife, had fled
to England, to join the army which was forming against him under
Malcolm, the eldest son of the late king, with intent to displace
Macbeth, and set Malcolm, the rightful heir, upon the throne.
Macbeth, stung with rage, set upon the castle of Macduff, and put
his wife and children, whom the thane had left behind, to the sword,
and extended the slaughter to all who claimed the least relationship
to Macduff.
These and suchlike deeds alienated
the minds of all his chief nobility from him. Such as could, fled to
join with Malcolm and Macduff, who were now approaching with a
powerful army, which they had raised in England; and the rest
secretly wished success to their arms, though for fear of Macbeth
they could take no active part. His recruits went on slowly.
Everybody hated the tyrant; nobody loved or honoured him; but all
suspected him, and he began to envy the condition of Duncan, whom he
had murdered, who slept soundly in his grave, against whom treason
had done its worst: steel nor poison, domestic malice nor foreign
levies, could hurt him any longer.
While these things were acting, the
queen, who had been the sole partner in his wickedness, in whose
bosom he could sometimes seek a momentary repose from those terrible
dreams which afflicted them both nightly, died, it is supposed, by
her own hands, unable to bear the remorse of guilt, and public hate;
by which event he was left alone, without a soul to love or care for
him, or a friend to whom he could confide his wicked purposes.
He grew careless of life, and wished
for death; but the near approach of Malcolm's army roused in him
what remained of his ancient courage, and he determined to die (as
he expressed it) 'with armour on his back.' Besides this, the hollow
promises of the witches had filled him with a false confidence, and
he remembered the sayings of the spirits, that none of woman born
was to hurt him, and that he was never to be vanquished till Birnam
wood should come to Dunsinane, which he thought could never be. So
he shut himself up in his castle, whose impregnable strength was
such as defied a siege: here he sullenly waited the approach of
Malcolm. When, upon a day, there came a messenger to him, pale and
shaking with fear, almost unable to report that which he had seen;
for he averred, that as he stood upon his watch on the hill, he
looked towards Birnam, and to his thinking the wood began to move!
'Liar and slave!' cried Macbeth: 'if thou speakest false, thou shalt
hang alive upon the next tree, till famine end thee. If thy tale be
true, I care not if thou dost as much by me': for Macbeth now began
to faint in resolution, and to doubt the equivocal speeches of the
spirits. He was not to fear till Birnam wood should come to
Dunsinane; and now a wood did move! 'However,' said he, 'if this
which he avouches be true, let us arm and out. There is no flying
hence, nor staying here. I begin to be weary of the sun, and wish my
life at an end.' With these desperate speeches he sallied forth upon
the besiegers, who had now come up to the castle.
The strange appearance which had
given the messenger an idea of a wood moving is easily solved. When
the besieging army marched through the wood of Birnam, Malcolm, like
a skillful general, instructed his soldiers to hew down every one a
bough and bear it before him, by way of concealing the true numbers
of his host. This marching of the soldiers with boughs had at a
distance the appearance which had frightened the messenger. Thus
were the words of the spirit brought to pass, in a sense different
from that in which Macbeth had understood them, and one great hold
of his confidence was gone.
And now a severe skirmishing took
place, in which Macbeth, though feebly supported by those who called
themselves his friends, but in reality hated the tyrant and inclined
to the party of Malcolm and Macduff, yet fought with the extreme of
rage and valour, cutting to pieces all who were opposed to him, till
he came to where Macduff was fighting. Seeing Macduff, and
remembering the caution of the spirit who had counselled him to
avoid Macduff, above all men, he would have turned, but Macduff, who
had been seeking him through the whole fight, opposed his turning,
and a fierce contest ensued; Macduff giving him many foul reproaches
for the murder of his wife and children. Macbeth, whose soul was
charged enough with blood of that family already, would still have
declined the combat; but Macduff still urged him to it, calling him
tyrant, murderer, hell-hound, and villain.
Then Macbeth remembered the words of
the spirit, how none of woman born should hurt him; and smiling
confidently he said to Macduff. 'Thou losest thy labour, Macduff. As
easily thou mayest impress the air with thy sword, as make me
vulnerable. I bear a charmed life, which must not yield to one of
woman born.'
'Despair thy charm,' said Macduff,
'and let that lying spirit whom thou hast served, tell thee, that
Macduff was never born of woman, never as the ordinary manner of men
is to be born, but was untimely taken from his mother.'
'Accursed be the tongue which tells
me so,' said the trembling Macbeth, who felt his last hold of
confidence give way; 'and let never man in future believe the lying
equivocations of witches and juggling spirits, who deceive us in
words which have double senses, and while they keep their promise
literally, disappoint our hopes with a different meaning. I will not
fight with thee.'
'Then live!' said the scornful
Macduff; 'we will have a show of thee, as men show monsters, and a
painted board, on which shall be written: "Here men may see the
tyrant!"'
'Never,' said Macbeth, whose courage
returned with despair; 'I will not live to kiss the ground before
young Malcolm's feet, and to be baited with the curses of the
rabble. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, and thou opposed to
me, who wast never born of woman, yet will I try the last.' With
these frantic words he threw himself upon Macduff, who, after a
severe struggle, in the end overcame him, and cutting off his head,
made a present of it to the young and lawful king, Malcolm; who took
upon him the government which, by the machinations of the usurper,
he had so long been deprived of, and ascended the throne of Duncan
the Meek, amid the acclamations of the nobles and the people. |