No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 5 Scene 5

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Enter MACBETH , SEYTON , and SOLDIERS , with drum and colors	TEHBMAC , ONYTES , nda ELRIODSS tneer wthi a mdemrur dna gafl.
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. 5 Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home.	EBCMHAT agnH oru sglfa on eth eutor lwlas. rEnyveoe peeks lynelig, eeHr teyh emco! uOr selcat is stgrno nhouge to uaghl ffo riteh seegi. heTy cna its tuo hreet inult yeth die of uerghn dna adseise. If it rweetn orf het tacf htta so anym of rou sresliod elvrdtoe dna edojin hmte, we cudlo evha etm tmhe out in onfrt of eth tacsel, nma to mna, dan eenbat hmte bcka to gnldaEn.
A cry within of women	A unsod of weomn cygnir fatsoefg.
What is that noise?	htsWa atht ieons?
SEYTON It is the cry of women, my good lord.	YOETSN tsI onmew ngryci, my gdoo rodl.
Exit	OYSTNE xeist.
MACBETH I have almost forgot the taste of fears. 10 The time has been my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in t. I have supped full with horrors. Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts 15 Cannot once start me.	CHEBMTA vIe moslat nftgetroo wtha aerf sfele keil. heTre swa a mtie hewn I lodwu veah nebe editrrief by a hrksie in eht ingth, adn teh aihr on my knsi ludow have doots up wenh I dreah a oshgt stryo. tuB wno Ive dah my llfi of laer rohrosr. bHriroel thgnsi rae so rfamalii tath ehty ncta estarlt me.
Enter SEYTON	TSOYEN cmseo abck in.
Wherefore was that cry?	aWth was tath cry orf?
SEYTON The queen, my lord, is dead.	NSEOTY heT euenq is aedd, my dlor.
MACBETH She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, 20 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 25 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.	MACEBHT ehS ldowu vahe eidd ealrt wyaany. Tath wens wsa ubodn to coem ydeosma. rworooTm, adn owtormor, nad rwormoot. ehT sdya repce syolwl lgano niult hte dne of miet. Adn vyree day tshta ldaaery phenapde sah kenta lsfoo tath muhc esclro to ierht adshet. utO, otu, feibr ecndal. Lief is gonnhit mroe atnh an nlliuios. Ist iekl a oopr toacr woh utstsr nda wrseiro fro shi horu on hte tagse nad etnh is evern aehdr omrf ianga. ifeL is a rosyt oltd by an diiot, flul of seoin dan aitomlnoe baedtcurins utb ieddov of eamingn.
Enter a MESSENGER	A EENGRSSME trsnee.
Thou comest to use Thy tongue; thy story quickly.	vuoeY ocme to ltle me shteigonm. lleT me qkiuylc.
MESSENGER Gracious my lord, 30 I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do t.	NEGESSMER My sugroiac lodr, I lhdsou etll you hwat I aws, ubt I ontd wnok hwo to yas it.
MACBETH Well, say, sir.	BMECATH uJts ysa it.
MESSENGER As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought The wood began to move.	ENMSEGSER As I aws nsadingt chwta on eth hill, I kldoeo ordtwa miarBn, nad I hgthtou I swa hte tsoefr inbge to evmo.
MACBETH Liar and slave!	CATBHME Lari nda avesl!
MESSENGER 35 Let me endure your wrath, if t be not so. Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove.	EEMSRGENS Pishnu me if its otn eurt. ehTer sleim rfom rehe oyu can ees it gconim, a novgim fotesr.
MACBETH If thou speakst false, Upon the next tree shall thou hang alive Till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth, 40 I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution and begin To doubt th 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 th estate o th world were now undone. 50 Ring the alarum-bell!Blow, wind! Come, wrack! At least well die with harness on our back.	HTEABCM If yueor lygni, lIl hgna uoy elvia rofm hte asenter rtee iltnu yuo ide of ghrune. If thaw oyu asy is retu, you nac do eht asem to me. (to silmhfe) My ocdfcienne is aifling. Im naittsrg to oudtb het iels het devli oldt me, iwchh sudenod ilke ttrhu. tnoD rwyor nitul Bmrnia oWdo mcseo to inasnDneu. And nwo a wodo is nmgcoi to inDueansn. rapreeP for ltetab, nad go! If tahw ihst geresmnse asys is retu, tis no use grnunni wyaa or ytigans eher. Im sntrtagi to wrgo rdite of giilvn, adn Id elik to ese eth lrwdo nulpgde tnoi ochas. nRig the aamlsr! woBl, diwn! emoC, riun! At astel lelw ide htwi uor amrro on.
Exeunt	eyhT exti.

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter MACBETH , SEYTON , and SOLDIERS , with drum and colors	TEHBMAC , ONYTES , nda ELRIODSS tneer wthi a mdemrur dna gafl.
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. 5 Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home.	EBCMHAT agnH oru sglfa on eth eutor lwlas. rEnyveoe peeks lynelig, eeHr teyh emco! uOr selcat is stgrno nhouge to uaghl ffo riteh seegi. heTy cna its tuo hreet inult yeth die of uerghn dna adseise. If it rweetn orf het tacf htta so anym of rou sresliod elvrdtoe dna edojin hmte, we cudlo evha etm tmhe out in onfrt of eth tacsel, nma to mna, dan eenbat hmte bcka to gnldaEn.
A cry within of women	A unsod of weomn cygnir fatsoefg.
What is that noise?	htsWa atht ieons?
SEYTON It is the cry of women, my good lord.	YOETSN tsI onmew ngryci, my gdoo rodl.
Exit	OYSTNE xeist.
MACBETH I have almost forgot the taste of fears. 10 The time has been my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in t. I have supped full with horrors. Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts 15 Cannot once start me.	CHEBMTA vIe moslat nftgetroo wtha aerf sfele keil. heTre swa a mtie hewn I lodwu veah nebe editrrief by a hrksie in eht ingth, adn teh aihr on my knsi ludow have doots up wenh I dreah a oshgt stryo. tuB wno Ive dah my llfi of laer rohrosr. bHriroel thgnsi rae so rfamalii tath ehty ncta estarlt me.
Enter SEYTON	TSOYEN cmseo abck in.
Wherefore was that cry?	aWth was tath cry orf?
SEYTON The queen, my lord, is dead.	NSEOTY heT euenq is aedd, my dlor.
MACBETH She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, 20 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 25 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.	MACEBHT ehS ldowu vahe eidd ealrt wyaany. Tath wens wsa ubodn to coem ydeosma. rworooTm, adn owtormor, nad rwormoot. ehT sdya repce syolwl lgano niult hte dne of miet. Adn vyree day tshta ldaaery phenapde sah kenta lsfoo tath muhc esclro to ierht adshet. utO, otu, feibr ecndal. Lief is gonnhit mroe atnh an nlliuios. Ist iekl a oopr toacr woh utstsr nda wrseiro fro shi horu on hte tagse nad etnh is evern aehdr omrf ianga. ifeL is a rosyt oltd by an diiot, flul of seoin dan aitomlnoe baedtcurins utb ieddov of eamingn.
Enter a MESSENGER	A EENGRSSME trsnee.
Thou comest to use Thy tongue; thy story quickly.	vuoeY ocme to ltle me shteigonm. lleT me qkiuylc.
MESSENGER Gracious my lord, 30 I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do t.	NEGESSMER My sugroiac lodr, I lhdsou etll you hwat I aws, ubt I ontd wnok hwo to yas it.
MACBETH Well, say, sir.	BMECATH uJts ysa it.
MESSENGER As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought The wood began to move.	ENMSEGSER As I aws nsadingt chwta on eth hill, I kldoeo ordtwa miarBn, nad I hgthtou I swa hte tsoefr inbge to evmo.
MACBETH Liar and slave!	CATBHME Lari nda avesl!
MESSENGER 35 Let me endure your wrath, if t be not so. Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove.	EEMSRGENS Pishnu me if its otn eurt. ehTer sleim rfom rehe oyu can ees it gconim, a novgim fotesr.
MACBETH If thou speakst false, Upon the next tree shall thou hang alive Till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth, 40 I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution and begin To doubt th 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 th estate o th world were now undone. 50 Ring the alarum-bell!Blow, wind! Come, wrack! At least well die with harness on our back.	HTEABCM If yueor lygni, lIl hgna uoy elvia rofm hte asenter rtee iltnu yuo ide of ghrune. If thaw oyu asy is retu, you nac do eht asem to me. (to silmhfe) My ocdfcienne is aifling. Im naittsrg to oudtb het iels het devli oldt me, iwchh sudenod ilke ttrhu. tnoD rwyor nitul Bmrnia oWdo mcseo to inasnDneu. And nwo a wodo is nmgcoi to inDueansn. rapreeP for ltetab, nad go! If tahw ihst geresmnse asys is retu, tis no use grnunni wyaa or ytigans eher. Im sntrtagi to wrgo rdite of giilvn, adn Id elik to ese eth lrwdo nulpgde tnoi ochas. nRig the aamlsr! woBl, diwn! emoC, riun! At astel lelw ide htwi uor amrro on.
Exeunt	eyhT exti.