Macbeth

Subtitles by explosiveskull M_I_SForEver

["Prelude: Requiem" by Gregory Spears]

This is the sergeant,

who like a good and hardy soldier

fought 'gainst my captivity.

You will say to the king

the knowledge of the broil

as thou didst leave it.

Doubtful it stood;

as two spent swimmers

that do cling together and choke their art.

The merciless Macdonwald

from the western isles is supplied;

and fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,

showed like a rebel's whore.

But all's too weak

for brave Macbeth

well he deserves that name,

disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel,

which smoked with bloody execution,

like valor's minion

carved out his passage till he faced the slave;

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

till he unseamed him from the nave to the chaps,

and fixed his head upon our battlements.

Mark,

King of Scotland, mark.

Sooner justice had with valor armed

compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels.

But the Norwegian lord

surveying vantage with new supplies of men

began a fresh assault.

Dismayed not this our captains,

Macbeth and Banquo?

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 memorize another Golgotha, I cannot tell.

But I am faint,

my gashes cry for help.

Whence camest thou?

From Fife, great king;

where the Norwegian 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, lapped 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.

Great happiness!

No more that Thane of Cawdor

shall deceive our bosom interest.

Go pronounce his present death,

and with his former title greet Macbeth.

["Requiem: Cigne ie suis de candeur" by Gregory Spears]

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Well speak, if you can.

All hail, Macbeth!

Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!

All hail, Macbeth!

Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!

All hail, Macbeth,

that shalt be king hereafter!

King.

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

that sound so fair?

In 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 favors nor your hate.

Lesser than Macbeth,

and greater.

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Thou shalt get kings,

though thou be none.

So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

Banquo and Macbeth,

all hail.

Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.

I know I'm Thane of Glamis; but how of Cawdor?

The Thane of Cawdor lives, and to be king

stands not within the prospect of belief.

Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence?

Speak, I charge you.

Whither are they vanished?

Into the air,

and what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind.

Would they had stayed!

Your children shall be kings.

- You shall be king. - Aye.

And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

To the selfsame tune and words.

Banquo and Macbeth!

All hail.

Banquo and Macbeth.

All hail.

Hail Macbeth, hail Banquo.

The king hath happily received, Macbeth,

the news of thy success.

We are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks.

- Yes. - Only to herald thee

into his sight, not pay thee.

And, for an earnest of a greater honor,

he bade me, from him, call thee

- thane... - Thane of Cawdor.

In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!

For it is thine.

Can the devil speak true?

The Thane of Cawdor lives.

Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?

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 labored in his country's wreck,

I know not.

But treason's capital, confessed and proved,

have overthrown him.

Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor!

The greatest is behind.

Aye, thanks for your pains.

Aye, do you not hope your children shall be kings,

when those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me

promised no less to them?

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 betrays in deepest consequence.

Two truths are told,

as happy prologues to the swelling act

of the imperial theme.

["Requiem: Cigne ie suis de candeur" by Gregory Spears]

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 ribs,

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 smothered in surmise,

and nothing is

but what is not.

If chance will have me king,

why, chance may crown me without my stir.

Come what come may,

time and the hour runs through the roughest day.