Shakespeare: The Animated Tales (1992) s01e03 Episode Script
Macbeth
'There was war in Scotland.
'The land was tom and bleeding.
'But the deepest wounds of all were made by friends, tumed traitor, 'to fight against Dunn, their king.
'Nothing was as it seemed.
' When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the huï¬ybuï¬y's done, when the battle's lost and won.
- Whom the place? - Upon the heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair Hover through the fog and filthy air.
'The news of Macbeth and Banquo's victory 'me swiftly to the royal mp.
'But it did not cheer the king.
'For among the plured traitors 'was the lord who had on been Dunn's friend.
' He mas a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust No more that thane of Cawdor shall dive Our bosom interest; go pronoun his present death And with his former title greet Macbeth What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
What are these? So wither'd and so wild in their attire.
Live you? Or are you aught that man may question? Speak, if you n.
What are you? All hail Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Glamis.
All hail Macbeth hail to thee, thane of Cawdor.
All hail Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter.
If you n look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater Not so happy, yet much happier Thou shalt gel kings, though thou be none.
- Your children shall be kings.
- You shall be king.
And thane of Cawdor too.
Went it not so? The king hath happily recieved, Macbeth, the news of thy success He bade me, from him, ll thee thane of Cawdor.
What, n the devil speak true? 'Glamis and thane of Cawdorl 'The greatest is behind.
' And you whose places are the nearest, know We will establish our estate upon our eldest, Malcolm Whom we shall name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland.
The Prince of Cumberland.
'That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'erleap 'For in my way it lies; stars, hide your fires.
'Let not light see my black and deep desires.
' From hen to Invemess and bind us further to you.
'Fiercely, Macbeth rode to wam his eager wife.
'Already he had sent her news of his meeting with the weird sisters.
' "This have I thought good to deliver thee "My dearest partner of greatness.
"Lay it to thy heart and farewell.
' All hail Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter.
'Glamis thou art and Cawdor 'And shalt be what thou art promised.
'Great Glamisl Worthy Cawdorl 'Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!' My dearest love Dunn mes here to-night.
- And when goes hen? - To-morrow, as he purposes.
O, never shall sun that morrow see.
Look lilca the innocent ï¬ower, but be the serpent under'! Only look up clear, leave all the rest to me.
The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Dunn under my battlements.
Conduct me to mine host We love him highly BY Your leave, hostess, Come, you sprite that tend on mortal thoughts Unsex me here And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of dirast cruelty! Come to my woman's breasts and take my milk for gall You murduring ministers! 'He's here in double trust.
'First, as I am his kinsman and his subject 'Strong both against the deed 'Then, as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door 'Not bear the knife myself.
' We will proceed no further in this business.
- Art thou afeard? - If we should fail? We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place and we'll not fail.
Go bid thy mistress When my drink is ready, she slrilue upon the bell.
'Is this a dagger which I see before me? 'I have thee not.
'A dagger of the mind, a false creation? 'I go and it is done 'The bell invites me 'Hear it not, Dunn, for it is a knell, that summons thee to Heaven or to Hell.
' Hark! Peal It was the owl that shriek'd He is about it The surfeited grooms do mock their charge with shores I have dnlgg'd their possels Had he not resembled my father as he slept I had done it.
I have done the deed.
My husband.
Merthought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no moral 'Macbeth does murder sleep.
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more.
'Macbeth shall sleep no more!' Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there Got Carry them and smear the sleepy grooms with blood.
- I'll go no more.
- Give me the daggers.
If he do bleed, I'll gild the fa of the grooms withal For it must seem their guilt.
What hands are here? Hal They pluck out mine eyes Will all great Neptune's n wash this blood clean from my hand? Retire we to our chamber A little water clears us of this deed.
Wake Dunn with thy knocking! I would thou uldsl.
Macdufï¬ - Good morrow, noble sir.
- Good morrow, both.
- Is the king stirring, worthy thane? - Not yet.
- He did command me to ll timely on him - I'll bring you to him.
O, horror, horror, horror! Awake, awake! Ring the alamm-bell! Murder and treason! Murder! Murder! - Your royal father's murder'd.
- O, by whom? Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't.
Their hands and fa were all badg'd with blood.
So were their daggers.
What will you do? I'll to England.
To Ireland, I Our seperated fortune, shall keep us both the safer Where we are, there's daggers in men's smiles.
'Suspected of his murder, the dead king's sons ï¬ed and left Macbeth to talus the crown Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all As the weird women promised And, I fear, thou playdsl most foully for't.
To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, and I'll request your presence.
Let your higness command upon me.
- Ride you this aï¬emoon? - Ay, my good lord.
Is't far you ride? As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper.
- Fail not our feast.
- My lord, I will not.
To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus Our fears in Banquo slick deep.
I will advise you where to plant yourselves For't must be done to-night.
We shall perform what you command us.
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night - You must leave this.
- O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou knows! that Banquo and his son, Flean, lives.
What's to be done? Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck There shall be done a deed of dreadful note Thou marvell'sl at my words, but hold thee still Things bad begun males strong themselves by ill.
You know your own degrees.
Sit down At first and last, the hearty welcome.
Thanks to your majesty.
There's blood upon thy fa.
'Tis Banquo's, then.
- Is he dispatch'd? - My lord, his throat is cut.
- Flean? - Most royal sir, Flean is 'pod.
But Banquo's safe? Ay, my good lord.
Safe in a ditch he hides.
Gel thee gone.
My royal lord, you do not give the cheer.
- May't please your highness sit.
- Where? Here, my good lord.
Which of you have done this? My lord? Thou nsl not say I did it Never shalua thy gory locks at me! Gentlemen, rise.
His highness is not well.
Sit, worthy friends.
My lord is often thus PFBY Yo".
keep seat.
Are you a man? Shame ilselï¬ Why do you make such fa? When all's done, you look but on a stool.
Come, love and health to all And to our dear friend, Banquo, whom we miss.
Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal moclcery, hence! My lord! I pray you, stand not upon the order of your going, but go at on.
It will have blood.
They say blood will have blood.
- What is the night? - Almost at odds with morning.
I will to-morrow to the weird sisters More shall they speak For now I am bent to know, by the worst means, the worst.
Round about the uldron go, in the poison'd entrails throw.
Double, double toil and trouble, fire bum and uldron bubble.
I am in blood slepp'd in so far that Should I wade no more, reluming were as tedious as go o'er.
Double, double toil and trouble, fire bum and uldron bubble.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way mes.
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hagsl What is't you do? Answer me to what I ask you.
Say, ifthou'dsl rather hear it from our mouths, or from our master's.
Call 'em.
Let me see 'em.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macdufï¬ Beware the thane of Fife.
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright, but Be bloody, bold and resolute.
None of woman bom shall harm Macbeth.
'Then live, Macduff.
What need I fear of thee? But yet, I'll males assurance double sure Thou shalt not live.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be Until Great Bimam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall me against him.
That will never be Yet my heart throbs to know one thing Shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom? Seek to know no more.
I did hear the galloping of horse.
'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word Macduff is ï¬ed to England.
- Fled to England! - Ay, my good lord.
The castle of Macduff I will surprise; seize upon Fife Give to the edge o' the sword his wife, his babes And all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.
My children too? Wife, children, servants, all that uld be found.
- My wife kill'd too? - I have said.
He has no children.
All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my preliy chickens and their dam at one fell swoop? Let grief convert to anger.
Our power is ready.
Macbeth is ripe for shaking.
Out, damned spoil Out, I say! Hell is murky! Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? The thane of Fife had a wife.
Where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? Here's the smell of the blood still.
To bed, to bed! There's knocking at the gale.
Come, me, me, me, give me your hand.
What's done nnol be undone.
Tobed,tobed To bed.
- What wood is this? - The wood of Bimam.
Let every soldier hew him down a bough and beaï¬ before him.
What is that noise? I have almost forgot the taste of fears Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts nnot on start me.
- 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.
'To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow Creeps in this petty pace 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 ndlel' - Gracious my lord.
- Thy story, quickly.
As I did stand my watch upon the hill I look'd toward Bimam And anon, melhought, the wood began to move.
I begin to doubt the fiend that lies like tmth.
Fear not, till Bimam Wood do me to Dunsinane And now a wood mes toward Dunsinane.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be Until Great Bimam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall me against him.
Arm, arm and out! What's he that was not bom of woman? Such a one am I to fear, or none.
Tum, hell-hound, tum! Get thee back.
My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already Thou loses! labour.
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield to one of woman bom.
Despair thy charm.
Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripp'd.
- I'll not fight with thee.
- Then yield thee, coward.
I will novl yield.
Y6! I will try the last Before my body I throw my warlike shield.
Lay on, Macduff.
And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!' Out, out, brief ndlel 'The murderous Macbeth and his fiend-like queen were dead.
'At last, the darkness was lifted from Scotland.
' God's benison go with you And with those that would make good of bad and friends of foes!
'The land was tom and bleeding.
'But the deepest wounds of all were made by friends, tumed traitor, 'to fight against Dunn, their king.
'Nothing was as it seemed.
' When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the huï¬ybuï¬y's done, when the battle's lost and won.
- Whom the place? - Upon the heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair Hover through the fog and filthy air.
'The news of Macbeth and Banquo's victory 'me swiftly to the royal mp.
'But it did not cheer the king.
'For among the plured traitors 'was the lord who had on been Dunn's friend.
' He mas a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust No more that thane of Cawdor shall dive Our bosom interest; go pronoun his present death And with his former title greet Macbeth What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
What are these? So wither'd and so wild in their attire.
Live you? Or are you aught that man may question? Speak, if you n.
What are you? All hail Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Glamis.
All hail Macbeth hail to thee, thane of Cawdor.
All hail Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter.
If you n look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater Not so happy, yet much happier Thou shalt gel kings, though thou be none.
- Your children shall be kings.
- You shall be king.
And thane of Cawdor too.
Went it not so? The king hath happily recieved, Macbeth, the news of thy success He bade me, from him, ll thee thane of Cawdor.
What, n the devil speak true? 'Glamis and thane of Cawdorl 'The greatest is behind.
' And you whose places are the nearest, know We will establish our estate upon our eldest, Malcolm Whom we shall name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland.
The Prince of Cumberland.
'That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'erleap 'For in my way it lies; stars, hide your fires.
'Let not light see my black and deep desires.
' From hen to Invemess and bind us further to you.
'Fiercely, Macbeth rode to wam his eager wife.
'Already he had sent her news of his meeting with the weird sisters.
' "This have I thought good to deliver thee "My dearest partner of greatness.
"Lay it to thy heart and farewell.
' All hail Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter.
'Glamis thou art and Cawdor 'And shalt be what thou art promised.
'Great Glamisl Worthy Cawdorl 'Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!' My dearest love Dunn mes here to-night.
- And when goes hen? - To-morrow, as he purposes.
O, never shall sun that morrow see.
Look lilca the innocent ï¬ower, but be the serpent under'! Only look up clear, leave all the rest to me.
The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Dunn under my battlements.
Conduct me to mine host We love him highly BY Your leave, hostess, Come, you sprite that tend on mortal thoughts Unsex me here And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of dirast cruelty! Come to my woman's breasts and take my milk for gall You murduring ministers! 'He's here in double trust.
'First, as I am his kinsman and his subject 'Strong both against the deed 'Then, as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door 'Not bear the knife myself.
' We will proceed no further in this business.
- Art thou afeard? - If we should fail? We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place and we'll not fail.
Go bid thy mistress When my drink is ready, she slrilue upon the bell.
'Is this a dagger which I see before me? 'I have thee not.
'A dagger of the mind, a false creation? 'I go and it is done 'The bell invites me 'Hear it not, Dunn, for it is a knell, that summons thee to Heaven or to Hell.
' Hark! Peal It was the owl that shriek'd He is about it The surfeited grooms do mock their charge with shores I have dnlgg'd their possels Had he not resembled my father as he slept I had done it.
I have done the deed.
My husband.
Merthought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no moral 'Macbeth does murder sleep.
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more.
'Macbeth shall sleep no more!' Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there Got Carry them and smear the sleepy grooms with blood.
- I'll go no more.
- Give me the daggers.
If he do bleed, I'll gild the fa of the grooms withal For it must seem their guilt.
What hands are here? Hal They pluck out mine eyes Will all great Neptune's n wash this blood clean from my hand? Retire we to our chamber A little water clears us of this deed.
Wake Dunn with thy knocking! I would thou uldsl.
Macdufï¬ - Good morrow, noble sir.
- Good morrow, both.
- Is the king stirring, worthy thane? - Not yet.
- He did command me to ll timely on him - I'll bring you to him.
O, horror, horror, horror! Awake, awake! Ring the alamm-bell! Murder and treason! Murder! Murder! - Your royal father's murder'd.
- O, by whom? Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't.
Their hands and fa were all badg'd with blood.
So were their daggers.
What will you do? I'll to England.
To Ireland, I Our seperated fortune, shall keep us both the safer Where we are, there's daggers in men's smiles.
'Suspected of his murder, the dead king's sons ï¬ed and left Macbeth to talus the crown Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all As the weird women promised And, I fear, thou playdsl most foully for't.
To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, and I'll request your presence.
Let your higness command upon me.
- Ride you this aï¬emoon? - Ay, my good lord.
Is't far you ride? As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper.
- Fail not our feast.
- My lord, I will not.
To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus Our fears in Banquo slick deep.
I will advise you where to plant yourselves For't must be done to-night.
We shall perform what you command us.
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night - You must leave this.
- O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou knows! that Banquo and his son, Flean, lives.
What's to be done? Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck There shall be done a deed of dreadful note Thou marvell'sl at my words, but hold thee still Things bad begun males strong themselves by ill.
You know your own degrees.
Sit down At first and last, the hearty welcome.
Thanks to your majesty.
There's blood upon thy fa.
'Tis Banquo's, then.
- Is he dispatch'd? - My lord, his throat is cut.
- Flean? - Most royal sir, Flean is 'pod.
But Banquo's safe? Ay, my good lord.
Safe in a ditch he hides.
Gel thee gone.
My royal lord, you do not give the cheer.
- May't please your highness sit.
- Where? Here, my good lord.
Which of you have done this? My lord? Thou nsl not say I did it Never shalua thy gory locks at me! Gentlemen, rise.
His highness is not well.
Sit, worthy friends.
My lord is often thus PFBY Yo".
keep seat.
Are you a man? Shame ilselï¬ Why do you make such fa? When all's done, you look but on a stool.
Come, love and health to all And to our dear friend, Banquo, whom we miss.
Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal moclcery, hence! My lord! I pray you, stand not upon the order of your going, but go at on.
It will have blood.
They say blood will have blood.
- What is the night? - Almost at odds with morning.
I will to-morrow to the weird sisters More shall they speak For now I am bent to know, by the worst means, the worst.
Round about the uldron go, in the poison'd entrails throw.
Double, double toil and trouble, fire bum and uldron bubble.
I am in blood slepp'd in so far that Should I wade no more, reluming were as tedious as go o'er.
Double, double toil and trouble, fire bum and uldron bubble.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way mes.
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hagsl What is't you do? Answer me to what I ask you.
Say, ifthou'dsl rather hear it from our mouths, or from our master's.
Call 'em.
Let me see 'em.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macdufï¬ Beware the thane of Fife.
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright, but Be bloody, bold and resolute.
None of woman bom shall harm Macbeth.
'Then live, Macduff.
What need I fear of thee? But yet, I'll males assurance double sure Thou shalt not live.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be Until Great Bimam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall me against him.
That will never be Yet my heart throbs to know one thing Shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom? Seek to know no more.
I did hear the galloping of horse.
'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word Macduff is ï¬ed to England.
- Fled to England! - Ay, my good lord.
The castle of Macduff I will surprise; seize upon Fife Give to the edge o' the sword his wife, his babes And all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.
My children too? Wife, children, servants, all that uld be found.
- My wife kill'd too? - I have said.
He has no children.
All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my preliy chickens and their dam at one fell swoop? Let grief convert to anger.
Our power is ready.
Macbeth is ripe for shaking.
Out, damned spoil Out, I say! Hell is murky! Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? The thane of Fife had a wife.
Where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? Here's the smell of the blood still.
To bed, to bed! There's knocking at the gale.
Come, me, me, me, give me your hand.
What's done nnol be undone.
Tobed,tobed To bed.
- What wood is this? - The wood of Bimam.
Let every soldier hew him down a bough and beaï¬ before him.
What is that noise? I have almost forgot the taste of fears Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts nnot on start me.
- 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.
'To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow Creeps in this petty pace 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 ndlel' - Gracious my lord.
- Thy story, quickly.
As I did stand my watch upon the hill I look'd toward Bimam And anon, melhought, the wood began to move.
I begin to doubt the fiend that lies like tmth.
Fear not, till Bimam Wood do me to Dunsinane And now a wood mes toward Dunsinane.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be Until Great Bimam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall me against him.
Arm, arm and out! What's he that was not bom of woman? Such a one am I to fear, or none.
Tum, hell-hound, tum! Get thee back.
My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already Thou loses! labour.
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield to one of woman bom.
Despair thy charm.
Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripp'd.
- I'll not fight with thee.
- Then yield thee, coward.
I will novl yield.
Y6! I will try the last Before my body I throw my warlike shield.
Lay on, Macduff.
And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!' Out, out, brief ndlel 'The murderous Macbeth and his fiend-like queen were dead.
'At last, the darkness was lifted from Scotland.
' God's benison go with you And with those that would make good of bad and friends of foes!