《麦克白(Macbeth)》是英国剧作家莎士比亚创作的戏剧，被公认为是威廉·莎士比亚的“四大悲剧”之一。

　　

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　　 Scene One

　　 A desert place.

　　 [Thunder and lightning.Enter three Witches]

　　 First Witch

　　 When shall we three meet again

　　 In thunder，lightning，or in rain?

　　 Second Witch

　　 When the hurlyburly's done，

　　 When the battle's lost and won.

　　 Third Witch

　　 That will be ere the set of sun.

　　 First Witch

　　 Where the place?

　　 Second Witch

　　 Upon the heath.

　　 Third Witch

　　 There to meet with Macbeth.

　　 First Witch

　　 I come，Graymalkin!

　　 Second Witch

　　 Paddock calls.

　　 Third Witch

　　 Anon.

　　 ALL

　　 Fair is foul，and foul is fair：

　　 Hover through the fog and filthy air.

　　 [Exeunt ]

　　 Scene Two

　　 A camp near Forres.

　　 [Alarum within.Enter DUNCAN，MALCOLM，DONALBAIN，LENNOX，with Attendants，meeting a bleeding Sergeant ]

　　 DUNCAN

　　 What bloody man is that?He can report，

　　 As seemeth by his plight，of the revolt

　　 The newest state.

　　 MALCOLM

　　 This is the sergeant

　　 Who like a good and hardy soldier fought

　　 'Gainst my captivity.Hail，brave friend!

　　 Say to the king the knowledge of the broil

　　 As thou didst leave it.

　　 Sergeant

　　 Doubtful it stood;

　　 As two spent swimmers，that do cling together

　　 And choke their art.The merciless

　　 Macdonwald──

　　 Worthy to be a rebel，for to that

　　 The multiplying villanies of nature

　　 Do swarm upon him—from the western isles

　　 Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;

　　 And fortune，on his damned quarrel smiling，

　　 Show'd like a rebel's whote：but all's too weak：

　　 For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that

　　 name—

　　 Disdaining fortune，with his brandish'd steel，

　　 Which smoked with bloody execution，

　　 Like valour's minion carved out his passage

　　 Till he faced the slave;

　　 Which ne'er shook hands，nor bade farewell to him，

　　 Till he unseam'd him from the navel to the chaps，

　　 And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

　　 DUNCAN

　　 O valiant cousin!worthy gentleman!

　　 Sergeant

　　 As whence the sun 'gins his reflection

　　 Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break，

　　 So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come

　　 Discomfort swell.Mark，king of Scotland，mark：

　　 No sooner justice had with valour arm'd

　　 Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels，

　　 But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage，

　　 With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men

　　 Began a fresh assault.

　　 DUNCAN

　　 Dismay'd not this

　　 Our captains，Macbeth and Banquo?

　　 Sergeant

　　 Yes;

　　 As sparrows eagles，or the hare the lion.

　　 If I say sooth，I must report they were

　　 As cannons overcharged with double cracks，so they

　　 Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe：

　　 Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds，

　　 Or memorise another Golgotha，

　　 I cannot tell.

　　 But I am faint，my gashes cry for help.

　　 DUNCAN

　　 So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;

　　 They smack of honour both.Go get him surgeons.

　　 [Exit Sergeant，attended]

　　 Who comes here?

　　 [Enter ROSS]

　　 MALCOLM

　　 The worthy thane of Ross.

　　 LENNOX

　　 What a haste looks through his eyes!So should he look

　　 That seems to speak things strange.

　　 ROSS

　　 God save the king!

　　 DUNCAN

　　 Whence camest thou，worthy thane?

　　 ROSS

　　 From Fife，great king;

　　 Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky

　　 And fan our people cold.Norway himself，

　　 With terrible numbers，

　　 Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

　　 The thane of Cawdor，began a dismal conflict;

　　 Till that Bellona's bridegroom，lapp'd in proof，

　　 Confronted him with self-comparisons，

　　 Point against point rebellious，arm'gainst arm.

　　 Curbing his lavish spirit：and，to conclude，

　　 The victory fell on us.

　　 DUNCAN

　　 Great happiness!

　　 ROSS

　　 That now

　　 Sweno，the Norways'king，craves composition：

　　 Nor would we deign him burial of his men

　　 Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch

　　 Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

　　 DUNCAN

　　 No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive

　　 Our bosom interest：go pronounce his present death，

　　 And with his former title greet Macbeth.

　　 ROSS

　　 I'll see it done.

　　 DUNCAN

　　 What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.

　　 [Exeunt]

　　 Scene Three

　　 A heath near Forres.

　　 [Thunder.Enter the three Witches]

　　 First Witch

　　 Where hast thou been，sister?

　　 Second Witch

　　 Killing swine.

　　 Third Witch

　　 Sister，where thou?

　　 First Witch

　　 A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap，

　　 And munch'd，and munch'd，and munch'd：——

　　 'Give me，' quoth I：

　　 'Aroint thee，witch!' the rump -fed ronyoncries.

　　 Her husband's to Aleppo gone，master o'the Tiger：

　　 But in a sieve I'll thither sail，

　　 And，like a rat without a tail，

　　 I'll do，I'll do，and I'll do.

　　 Second Witch

　　 I'll give thee a wind.

　　 First Witch

　　 Thou'rt kind.

　　 Third Witch

　　 And I another.

　　 First Witch

　　 I myself have all the other，

　　 And the very ports they blow，

　　 All the quarters that they know

　　 I'the shipman's card.

　　 I will drain him dry as hay：

　　 Sleep shall neither night nor day

　　 Hang upon his pent-house lid;

　　 He shall live a man forbid：

　　 Weary se'nnights nine times nine

　　 Shall he dwindle，peak and pine：

　　 Though his bark cannot be lost，

　　 Yet it shall be tempest -tost.

　　 Look what I have.

　　 Second Witch

　　 Show me，show me.

　　 First Witch

　　 Here I have a pilot 's thumb，

　　 wreck 'd as homeward he did come.

　　 [Drum within]

　　 Third Witch

　　 A drum，a drum!

　　 Macbeth doth come.

　　 ALL

　　 The weird sisters，hand in hand，

　　 poster of the sea and land，

　　 Thus do go about，about：

　　 thrice to thine and thrice to mine.

　　 And thrice again，to make up nine.

　　 Peace!the charm's wound up.

　　 [Enter MACBETH and BANQUO]

　　 MACBETH

　　 So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

　　 BANQUO

　　 How far is't call'd to Forres?What are these

　　 So wither 'd and so wild in their attire，

　　 That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth，

　　 And yet are on't? Live you?or are you aught

　　 That man may question?You seem to understand me，

　　 By each at once her chappy finger laying

　　 Upon her skinny lips：you should be women，

　　 And yet your beards forbid me to interpret

　　 That you are so.

　　 MACBETH

　　 Speak，if you can：what are you?

　　 First Witch

　　 All hail，Macbeth!hail to thee，thane of Glamis!

　　 Second Witch

　　 All hail，Macbeth，hail to thee，thane of Cawdor!

　　 Third Witch

　　 All hail，Macbeth，thou shalt be king hereafter !

　　 BANQUO

　　 Good sir，why do you start;and seem to fear

　　 Things that do sound so fair?I'the name of truth，

　　 Are ye fantastical，or that indeed

　　 Which outwardly ye show?My noble partner

　　 You greet with present grace and great prediction

　　 Of noble having and of royal hope，

　　 That he seems rapt withal：to me you speak not.

　　 If you can look into the seeds of time，

　　 And say which grain will grow and which will not，

　　 Speak then to me，who neither beg nor fear

　　 Your favours nor your hate.

　　 First Witch

　　 Hail!

　　 Second Witch

　　 Hail!

　　 Third Witch

　　 Hail!

　　 First Witch

　　 Lesser than Macbeth，and greater.

　　 Second Witch

　　 Not so happy，yet much happier.

　　 Third Witch

　　 Thou shalt get kings，though thou be none：

　　 So all hail，Macbeth and Banquo!

　　 First Witch

　　 Banquo and Macbeth，all hail!

　　 MACBETN

　　 Stay，you imperfect speakers，tell me more：

　　 By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;

　　 But how of Cawdor?the thane of Cawdor lives，

　　 A prosperous gentleman;and to be king

　　 Stands not within the prospect of belief，

　　 No more than to be Cawdor.Say from whence

　　 You owe this strange intelligence ?or why

　　 Upon this blasted heath you stop our way

　　 With such prophetic greeting ?Speak，I charge you.

　　 [Witches vanish]

　　 BANQUO

　　 The earth hath bubbles，as the water has，

　　 And these are of them.Whither are they vanish'd?

　　 MACBETH

　　 Into the air;and what seem'd corporal melted

　　 As breath into the wind.Would they had stay'd!

　　 BANQUO

　　 Were such things here as we do speak about?

　　 Or have we eaten on the insane root

　　 That takes the reason prisoner?

　　 MACBETH

　　 Your children shall be kings.

　　 BANQUO

　　 You shall be king.

　　 MACBETH

　　 And thane of Cawdor too：went it not so ?

　　 BANQUO

　　 To the selfsame tune and words.Who's here?

　　 [Enter ROSS and ANGUS]

　　 ROSS

　　 The king hath happily received，Macbeth，

　　 The news of thy success;and when he reads

　　 Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight，

　　 His wonders and his praises do contend

　　 Which should be thine or his：silenced with that，

　　 In viewing o'er the rest o'the selfsame day，

　　 He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks，

　　 Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make，

　　 Strange images of death.As thick as hail

　　 Came post with post;and every one did bear

　　 Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence，

　　 And pour 'd them down before him.

　　 ANGUS

　　 We are sent

　　 To give thee from our royal master thanks;

　　 Only to herald thee into his sight，

　　 Not pay thee.

　　 ROSS

　　 And，for an earnest of a greater honour，

　　 He bade me，from him，call thee thane of Cawdor：

　　 In which addition，hail，most worthy thane!

　　 For it is thine.

　　 BANQUO

　　 What，can the devil speak true?

　　 MACBETH

　　 The thane of Cawdor lives：why do you dress me

　　 In borrow'd robes ?

　　 ANGUS

　　 Who was the thane lives yet;

　　 But under heavy judgment bears that life

　　 Which he deserves to lose.Whether he was combined

　　 With those of Norway，or did line the rebel

　　 With hidden help and vantage，or that with both

　　 He labour 'd in his country's wreck，I know not;

　　 But treasons capital，confess 'd and proved，

　　 Have overthrown him.

　　 MACBETH

　　 [Aside]Glamis，and thane of Cawdor!

　　 The greatest is behind.

　　 [To ROSS and ANGUS]

　　 Thanks for your pains.

　　 [To BANQUO]

　　 Do you not hope your children shall be kings，

　　 When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me

　　 Promised no less to them?

　　 BANQUO

　　 That trusted home

　　 Might yet enkindle you unto the crown，

　　 Besides the thane of Cawdor.But'tis strange：

　　 And oftentimes，to win us to our harm，

　　 The instruments of darkness tell us truths，

　　 Win us with honest trifles，to betray 's

　　 In deepest consequence.

　　 Cousins，a word，I pray you.

　　 MACBETH [Aside]

　　 Two truths are told，

　　 As happy prologues to the swelling act

　　 Of the imperial theme.——I thank you，gentlemen.

　　 [Aside] This supernatural soliciting

　　 Cannot be ill，cannot be good：if ill，

　　 Why hath it given me earnest of success，

　　 Commencing in a truth?I am thane of Cawdor：

　　 If good，why do I yield to that suggestion

　　 Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

　　 And make my seated heart knock at my rib s，

　　 Against the use of nature?Present fears

　　 Are less than horrible imaginings：

　　 My thought，whose murder yet is but fantastical，

　　 Shakes so my single state of man that function

　　 Is smother 'd in surmise，and nothing is

　　 But what is not.

　　 BANQUO

　　 Look，how our partner's rapt.

　　 MACBETH

　　 [Aside] If chance will have me king，why，chance may crown me，

　　 Without my stir.

　　 BANQUO

　　 New horrors come upon him，

　　 Like our strange garments，cleave not to their mould

　　 But with the aid of use.

　　 MACBETH

　　 [Aside]Come what come may，

　　 Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

　　 BANQUO

　　 Worthy Macbeth，we stay upon your leisure.

　　 MACBETH

　　 Give me your favour：my dull brain was wrought

　　 With things forgotten.Kind gentlemen，your pains

　　 Are register 'd where every day I turn

　　 The leaf to read them.Let us toward the king.

　　 Think upon what hath chanced，and，at more time，

　　 The interim having weigh 'd it，let us speak

　　 Our free hearts each to other.

　　 BANQUO

　　 Very gladly.

　　 MACBETH

　　 Till then，enough.Come，friends.

　　 [Exeunt]