No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 5 Scene 5

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Enter MACBETH , SEYTON , and SOLDIERS , with drum and colors	EBHTACM , YENTOS , nad ESIDORSL teenr hiwt a mmdurre dan algf.
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.	BTEACMH nHag ruo lgasf on eth ouetr lslaw. eEnoevyr eskep egilynl, reeH heyt emoc! rOu tleacs is nrsgto egnouh to lhgau off ehtir sieeg. heTy nca ist uto trehe nlitu tyeh ide of ehgurn dan iseseda. If it enewrt ofr teh fatc htat so amny of our lrsodsei eovdrelt nda ndjeio emht, we codlu aevh tme ethm uto in onfrt of eth csleat, amn to mna, nad bneate tmeh bkca to anEdlgn.
A cry within of women	A dnous of wmeno ygrnic egfaofts.
What is that noise?	hasWt hatt nseio?
SEYTON It is the cry of women, my good lord.	OTYNES Its nowme gynicr, my oodg ldro.
Exit	ONYTSE esxti.
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.	BMHACTE eIv lmoast gotrnfeto ahwt aerf flees eilk. reehT asw a etmi hnew I lowdu evah bene rdireetif by a hiersk in hte ihtgn, nad eht ahri on my skni ludow hvea dstoo up ewhn I rheda a tghos oyrts. Btu own eIv had my llif of rela rohrors. relirHbo tnhisg are so mrailifa ahtt ythe cnat strltae me.
Enter SEYTON	NETSYO emcos akcb in.
Wherefore was that cry?	hWta wsa atth cyr for?
SEYTON The queen, my lord, is dead.	SNTEYO heT neqeu is dade, my ldor.
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.	BMCAHET hSe owlud ehav eddi elatr wynaya. Taht ewns saw oudnb to oecm dyoasem. omrToowr, dan torowmro, adn rtormowo. eTh dyas rpeec lsylow aglno utnil eht dne of mtie. ndA eyerv ayd htats aydrale apdpnhee ahs kntae oolsf atth cmhu recosl to htrie esathd. utO, tuo, riebf deanlc. ifLe is ohintng mroe tnha an losunlii. Its ilek a orop tacro owh rutsts dan osweirr fro shi hour on het etasg adn hten is never eradh rfmo ainag. ieLf is a rstyo ldto by an dtiio, lufl of inseo dna otoimnael irestbacnud utb eddivo of ngnmiea.
Enter a MESSENGER	A MEGREESSN tneser.
Thou comest to use Thy tongue; thy story quickly.	evuYo oemc to tlel me hgneosmti. Tlle me qliuyck.
MESSENGER Gracious my lord, 30 I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do t.	SSGEEEMNR My sgrcauoi dlro, I dhoslu tlle yuo ahwt I asw, utb I tdno nowk hwo to yas it.
MACBETH Well, say, sir.	CTAEBMH Jsut ays it.
MESSENGER As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought The wood began to move.	SSEMGNERE As I wsa sdnagnti htawc on hte lihl, I dloeko atdowr naBrmi, dna I hgttuoh I swa eht rteosf bngei to eovm.
MACBETH Liar and slave!	EATCMBH raLi nda aeslv!
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.	EESSMRGNE iusnPh me if sit nto eutr. erThe mleis frmo here oyu can ese it oncigm, a nogmvi tofesr.
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.	HTBCAEM If ryeou iglny, lIl anhg yuo lveai rofm eht neretsa eert ilunt ouy dei of rguenh. If wtah uyo ysa is treu, oyu can do het emas to me. (to hsmfeil) My cifeecnndo is ilinagf. Im nrgitats to obtud eth lsie eht eivdl ldto me, ichwh edsuodn ielk thrtu. tnDo orrwy tlinu nmiaBr doWo cmoes to enauiDnsn. dnA now a dwoo is imgonc to anuDnnsie. arPpere for beattl, dna go! If twha isth ensrgemse assy is true, sti no use nngriun aawy or ygntsia eher. Im ngattrsi to owrg dirte of lniivg, and Id ilke to ees hte rdolw pgdlenu nito hsoac. iRng eth raaslm! Blow, dnwi! emoC, ruin! At salte lelw edi hiwt ruo ramor on.
Exeunt	Thye itex.

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter MACBETH , SEYTON , and SOLDIERS , with drum and colors	EBHTACM , YENTOS , nad ESIDORSL teenr hiwt a mmdurre dan algf.
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.	BTEACMH nHag ruo lgasf on eth ouetr lslaw. eEnoevyr eskep egilynl, reeH heyt emoc! rOu tleacs is nrsgto egnouh to lhgau off ehtir sieeg. heTy nca ist uto trehe nlitu tyeh ide of ehgurn dan iseseda. If it enewrt ofr teh fatc htat so amny of our lrsodsei eovdrelt nda ndjeio emht, we codlu aevh tme ethm uto in onfrt of eth csleat, amn to mna, nad bneate tmeh bkca to anEdlgn.
A cry within of women	A dnous of wmeno ygrnic egfaofts.
What is that noise?	hasWt hatt nseio?
SEYTON It is the cry of women, my good lord.	OTYNES Its nowme gynicr, my oodg ldro.
Exit	ONYTSE esxti.
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.	BMHACTE eIv lmoast gotrnfeto ahwt aerf flees eilk. reehT asw a etmi hnew I lowdu evah bene rdireetif by a hiersk in hte ihtgn, nad eht ahri on my skni ludow hvea dstoo up ewhn I rheda a tghos oyrts. Btu own eIv had my llif of rela rohrors. relirHbo tnhisg are so mrailifa ahtt ythe cnat strltae me.
Enter SEYTON	NETSYO emcos akcb in.
Wherefore was that cry?	hWta wsa atth cyr for?
SEYTON The queen, my lord, is dead.	SNTEYO heT neqeu is dade, my ldor.
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.	BMCAHET hSe owlud ehav eddi elatr wynaya. Taht ewns saw oudnb to oecm dyoasem. omrToowr, dan torowmro, adn rtormowo. eTh dyas rpeec lsylow aglno utnil eht dne of mtie. ndA eyerv ayd htats aydrale apdpnhee ahs kntae oolsf atth cmhu recosl to htrie esathd. utO, tuo, riebf deanlc. ifLe is ohintng mroe tnha an losunlii. Its ilek a orop tacro owh rutsts dan osweirr fro shi hour on het etasg adn hten is never eradh rfmo ainag. ieLf is a rstyo ldto by an dtiio, lufl of inseo dna otoimnael irestbacnud utb eddivo of ngnmiea.
Enter a MESSENGER	A MEGREESSN tneser.
Thou comest to use Thy tongue; thy story quickly.	evuYo oemc to tlel me hgneosmti. Tlle me qliuyck.
MESSENGER Gracious my lord, 30 I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do t.	SSGEEEMNR My sgrcauoi dlro, I dhoslu tlle yuo ahwt I asw, utb I tdno nowk hwo to yas it.
MACBETH Well, say, sir.	CTAEBMH Jsut ays it.
MESSENGER As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought The wood began to move.	SSEMGNERE As I wsa sdnagnti htawc on hte lihl, I dloeko atdowr naBrmi, dna I hgttuoh I swa eht rteosf bngei to eovm.
MACBETH Liar and slave!	EATCMBH raLi nda aeslv!
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.	EESSMRGNE iusnPh me if sit nto eutr. erThe mleis frmo here oyu can ese it oncigm, a nogmvi tofesr.
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.	HTBCAEM If ryeou iglny, lIl anhg yuo lveai rofm eht neretsa eert ilunt ouy dei of rguenh. If wtah uyo ysa is treu, oyu can do het emas to me. (to hsmfeil) My cifeecnndo is ilinagf. Im nrgitats to obtud eth lsie eht eivdl ldto me, ichwh edsuodn ielk thrtu. tnDo orrwy tlinu nmiaBr doWo cmoes to enauiDnsn. dnA now a dwoo is imgonc to anuDnnsie. arPpere for beattl, dna go! If twha isth ensrgemse assy is true, sti no use nngriun aawy or ygntsia eher. Im ngattrsi to owrg dirte of lniivg, and Id ilke to ees hte rdolw pgdlenu nito hsoac. iRng eth raaslm! Blow, dnwi! emoC, ruin! At salte lelw edi hiwt ruo ramor on.
Exeunt	Thye itex.