- Macbeth hears of his wife是death (from "Macbeth") 歌詞 Tony Church Richard Pasco Pippa Guard Barbara Leigh-Hunt Paul WHitworth
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- Tony Church Richard Pasco Pippa Guard Barbara Leigh-Hunt Paul WHitworth
- (MACBETH)Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still They come: our castles strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie
Till famine and the ague eat them up :
Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home.
What is that noise?
(SEYTON)It is the cry of women, my good lord.
(MACBETH)I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have coold
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were int: I have suppd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.
Wherefore was that cry?
(SEYTON)The queen, my lord, is dead.
(MACBETH) 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 candle!
Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player
That 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.
Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
(Messenger)Gracious my lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to do it.
(MACBETH)Well, say, sir.
(Messenger)As I did stand my watch uponthe hill,
I lookd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move.
(MACBETH)Liar and slave!
(Messenger)Let me endure your wrath, ift be not so:
Within this three mile may you see it coming;
I say, a moving grove.
(MACBETH)If thou speakst false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much.
I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane: and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
If this which he avouches does appear,
There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
I gin to be aweary of the sun,
And wish the estate o the world were now undone.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least well die with harness on our back.
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