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Below are the translated scenes from Acts 5 Scenes 1, 5, and 8
SCENE 1
Doctor: For two nights I have waited with you, but I can’t find any evidence of what you said is happening. When did she last sleepwalk?
Gentlewoman: Ever since Macbeth went to war, I have witnessed Lady Macbeth get up from her bed, put on her nightgown, unlock her closet, take out paper, fold it, write on it, read it, seal it, and then go back to bed, still asleep the entire time.
Doctor: It’s against nature to be asleep and seem as if you’re awake. When she is in this state, besides walking and performing other activities, have you heard her say anything?
Gentlewoman: She does sir, but I won’t say it.
Doctor: You can and should tell me.
Gentlewoman: I won’t tell it to you or to anyone else, because there was no one else to see her speech.
Look, here she comes. This is how she always looks and, upon my life, she is fast asleep. Watch her and keep hidden.
Doctor: How did she get that candle?
Gentlewoman: It stood by her bedside. She must always have a light by her. That is her command.
Doctor: You see her eyes are open.
Gentlewoman: Yes, but her eyes can’t see anything.
Doctor: What is she doing now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
Gentlewoman: It’s a typical action with her to seem like she’s washing her hands. I’ve seen her do it for as long as fifteen minutes.
Lady Macbeth: There’s still a spot here.
Doctor: Listen! She speaks. I’ll write down what she says, so I can remember it better.
Lady Macbeth: Out damned spot! Come out, I said! One, two. It is time- Hell is murky!- Nonsense, my lord, nonsense! You are a soldier, and yet you are still afraid? What is there to fear when no one can lay the guilt upon us?- But who would have thought the old man has that much blood in him?
Doctor: Did you hear that?
Lady Macbeth: The thane of Fife had a wife and where is she now? - What, will these hands never be clean? No more of that, my lord, no more of that. You’ll mar all of this by acting startled.
Doctor: Go to, go to. You’ve heard something that you should not.
Gentlewoman: She’s said what she should not, I’m certain of that. Heaven knows what she is hiding.
Lady Macbeth: The smell of blood is still on my hands. All the perfumes of Arabia could not sweeten the smell of blood on my little hand! Oh, oh oh!
Doctor: What a sigh! Her heart is heavily burdened.
Gentlewoman: I wouldn’t have a heart like that in my chest even if you made me queen.
Doctor: Well, well, well.
Gentlewoman: Pray to God she will be well, sir.
Doctor: This disease is beyond my practice. But I have known people who have sleep walked without feeling this amount of guilt.
Lady Macbeth: Wash you hands. Put on your nightgown. Don’t look so pale. - I’ll tell you again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot rise from his grave.
Doctor: Is it true?
Lady Macbeth: Go to bed, go to bed. There is knocking at the gate! Come, come, come, give me your hand. What is done cannot be undone! Go to bed, go to bed, go to bed!
Doctor: Will she go to bed now?
Gentlewoman: Yes, directly.
Doctor: Foul rumors are spreading. Unnatural deeds will cause supernatural deeds to happen. People will guilty minds will confess their sins to their pillow. She needs a priest more than she needs a doctor! God, God forgive us all! Look after her, and remove anything she can hurt herself with. Still keep watching her. So now, goodnight. She has astonished my mind, and amazed my eyes. I have thoughts, but I will not speak them.
Gentlewoman: Good night, good doctor.
Doctor: For two nights I have waited with you, but I can’t find any evidence of what you said is happening. When did she last sleepwalk?
Gentlewoman: Ever since Macbeth went to war, I have witnessed Lady Macbeth get up from her bed, put on her nightgown, unlock her closet, take out paper, fold it, write on it, read it, seal it, and then go back to bed, still asleep the entire time.
Doctor: It’s against nature to be asleep and seem as if you’re awake. When she is in this state, besides walking and performing other activities, have you heard her say anything?
Gentlewoman: She does sir, but I won’t say it.
Doctor: You can and should tell me.
Gentlewoman: I won’t tell it to you or to anyone else, because there was no one else to see her speech.
Look, here she comes. This is how she always looks and, upon my life, she is fast asleep. Watch her and keep hidden.
Doctor: How did she get that candle?
Gentlewoman: It stood by her bedside. She must always have a light by her. That is her command.
Doctor: You see her eyes are open.
Gentlewoman: Yes, but her eyes can’t see anything.
Doctor: What is she doing now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
Gentlewoman: It’s a typical action with her to seem like she’s washing her hands. I’ve seen her do it for as long as fifteen minutes.
Lady Macbeth: There’s still a spot here.
Doctor: Listen! She speaks. I’ll write down what she says, so I can remember it better.
Lady Macbeth: Out damned spot! Come out, I said! One, two. It is time- Hell is murky!- Nonsense, my lord, nonsense! You are a soldier, and yet you are still afraid? What is there to fear when no one can lay the guilt upon us?- But who would have thought the old man has that much blood in him?
Doctor: Did you hear that?
Lady Macbeth: The thane of Fife had a wife and where is she now? - What, will these hands never be clean? No more of that, my lord, no more of that. You’ll mar all of this by acting startled.
Doctor: Go to, go to. You’ve heard something that you should not.
Gentlewoman: She’s said what she should not, I’m certain of that. Heaven knows what she is hiding.
Lady Macbeth: The smell of blood is still on my hands. All the perfumes of Arabia could not sweeten the smell of blood on my little hand! Oh, oh oh!
Doctor: What a sigh! Her heart is heavily burdened.
Gentlewoman: I wouldn’t have a heart like that in my chest even if you made me queen.
Doctor: Well, well, well.
Gentlewoman: Pray to God she will be well, sir.
Doctor: This disease is beyond my practice. But I have known people who have sleep walked without feeling this amount of guilt.
Lady Macbeth: Wash you hands. Put on your nightgown. Don’t look so pale. - I’ll tell you again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot rise from his grave.
Doctor: Is it true?
Lady Macbeth: Go to bed, go to bed. There is knocking at the gate! Come, come, come, give me your hand. What is done cannot be undone! Go to bed, go to bed, go to bed!
Doctor: Will she go to bed now?
Gentlewoman: Yes, directly.
Doctor: Foul rumors are spreading. Unnatural deeds will cause supernatural deeds to happen. People will guilty minds will confess their sins to their pillow. She needs a priest more than she needs a doctor! God, God forgive us all! Look after her, and remove anything she can hurt herself with. Still keep watching her. So now, goodnight. She has astonished my mind, and amazed my eyes. I have thoughts, but I will not speak them.
Gentlewoman: Good night, good doctor.
SCENE 5
Macbeth: Hang the flags on the outer walls. They are crying “Here they come!” We are strong enough to laugh at their attack. They can sit outside until they die of hunger and disease. If so many of our soldiers had not revolted and joined them, we could have met them in front of the castle, man to man, and beaten them back to England. What is that noise?
Seyton: It’s women crying, my good lord
Macbeth: I almost forgot what fear feels like. In the past, there was a time when I would have been terrified by a shriek in the night, and my hair would have stood up when hearing a ghost story. But now I am faced real terrors. I am so familiar with horrible things that they can not scare me.
Why was that cry?
Seyton: The queen is dead, my lord.
Macbeth: She would have died eventually. The word would have come someday. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. The days move slowly along until the end of time. Every day that has happened takes a fool that much closer to their death. Out, out, brief candle. Life is nothing more than an illusion. It is a poor actor that struts and worries in his hour on the stage, and then is not heard from again. Life is a story told by an idiot, full of noise and disturbance but without meaning.
You have come to tell me something. Tell me quickly.
Messenger: My lord, I should tell you what I saw, but I don’t know how to say it.
Macbeth: Just tell me.
Messenger: I was standing watch on the hill, and I looked at Birnam, and I believe I saw the forest start to move.
Macbeth: Liar and slave!
Messenger: Punish me if I am not telling the truth. Three miles away you can see it coming, the forest is moving.
Macbeth: If you are lying, I will hang you alive from the nearest tree until you die from starvation. If you are telling the truth, you can do the same to me. (to himself) My confidence is failing. I am starting to doubt the lies that the devil told me, that sounded like the truth. “Don’t worry until Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane.” And now a wood is coming to Dunsinane. Prepare for battle, and go! If what the messenger said is true, there is no reason to running away or staying here. I am beginning to become tired of living, and would like to see the world put into chaos. Sound the alarms! Blow, wind! Come, ruin! At least we will die with our armor on.
Macbeth: Hang the flags on the outer walls. They are crying “Here they come!” We are strong enough to laugh at their attack. They can sit outside until they die of hunger and disease. If so many of our soldiers had not revolted and joined them, we could have met them in front of the castle, man to man, and beaten them back to England. What is that noise?
Seyton: It’s women crying, my good lord
Macbeth: I almost forgot what fear feels like. In the past, there was a time when I would have been terrified by a shriek in the night, and my hair would have stood up when hearing a ghost story. But now I am faced real terrors. I am so familiar with horrible things that they can not scare me.
Why was that cry?
Seyton: The queen is dead, my lord.
Macbeth: She would have died eventually. The word would have come someday. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. The days move slowly along until the end of time. Every day that has happened takes a fool that much closer to their death. Out, out, brief candle. Life is nothing more than an illusion. It is a poor actor that struts and worries in his hour on the stage, and then is not heard from again. Life is a story told by an idiot, full of noise and disturbance but without meaning.
You have come to tell me something. Tell me quickly.
Messenger: My lord, I should tell you what I saw, but I don’t know how to say it.
Macbeth: Just tell me.
Messenger: I was standing watch on the hill, and I looked at Birnam, and I believe I saw the forest start to move.
Macbeth: Liar and slave!
Messenger: Punish me if I am not telling the truth. Three miles away you can see it coming, the forest is moving.
Macbeth: If you are lying, I will hang you alive from the nearest tree until you die from starvation. If you are telling the truth, you can do the same to me. (to himself) My confidence is failing. I am starting to doubt the lies that the devil told me, that sounded like the truth. “Don’t worry until Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane.” And now a wood is coming to Dunsinane. Prepare for battle, and go! If what the messenger said is true, there is no reason to running away or staying here. I am beginning to become tired of living, and would like to see the world put into chaos. Sound the alarms! Blow, wind! Come, ruin! At least we will die with our armor on.
SCENE 8
Macbeth: Why should I play the idiot and end my life now? As long as my people are fighting I will as well.
Macduff: Face me you coward!
Macbeth: Up until now I’ve avoided you. Tread lightly, for I’m not afraid to kill you as I’ve killed your blood before.
Macduff: I'm done talking, let's fight.
Macbeth: We can fight but it will mean nothing. I cannot die of any man born of a woman.
Macduff: Well that's where I hold the advantage for I was born of no woman. I was ripped from my mother’s womb early, not of natural birth.
Macbeth: You lie! You're a liar. Nonetheless I will not fight you.
Macduff: Then give in you coward, give up and be embarrassed as the whole kingdom ridicules you.
Macbeth: I will not. Even though it seems as though this is destined to be my final hour, I will fight courageously nonetheless for that is how I wish to go.
Malcolm: I wish the friends that we lost had arrived safely with us.
Siward: Some must die, but I see this as great day but cheaply bought.
Malcolm: Your son, Macduff, is not here.
Ross: Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt. He only lived until he was barely a man but became one in the fight. He refused to flee where he fought till he died a man.
Siward: Then he is dead.
Ross: Yes, and brought off the field. Your sorrow much not be measured by his work, because then it will have no end.
Siward: Was he hurt before?
Ross: Yes, on the battlefield.
Siward: Well then, God’s soldier he is! If I had as many sons as I had hairs on my head, I would not wish that they died a more honorable death, so ring the bell for his funeral.
Malcolm: He is worth more than sorrow, and I will honor more than that.
Siward: No, he is worth no more. He is parted and his debt paid so god be with him. This comes with new comfort.
Macduff: Hail, King! For you are. Where you stand is the cursed head. Time is free. I am surrounded by the most choice subjects of your kingdom, I speak my greeting in their minds who wish the same as mine. Hail the King of Scotland!
All: Hail King of Scotland.
Malcolm: We should not waste this expensive time before we take into account the love that each of you have shown, I am in debt to you all. My thanes, my kingsmen, you are now to be known as earls, the first that Scotland has ever had. With such an honor named, what more is there to do. In this new era we are calling our exiled friends abroad home which fled the eye of tyranny. Bringing forth the cruel agents of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen. Who, as to have thought, took her own life by her own hands. And what needful person that call us by grace will perform in measure, time, and place. So thanks to each and every one of you whom we invite to see me crowned at Scone.
Macbeth: Why should I play the idiot and end my life now? As long as my people are fighting I will as well.
Macduff: Face me you coward!
Macbeth: Up until now I’ve avoided you. Tread lightly, for I’m not afraid to kill you as I’ve killed your blood before.
Macduff: I'm done talking, let's fight.
Macbeth: We can fight but it will mean nothing. I cannot die of any man born of a woman.
Macduff: Well that's where I hold the advantage for I was born of no woman. I was ripped from my mother’s womb early, not of natural birth.
Macbeth: You lie! You're a liar. Nonetheless I will not fight you.
Macduff: Then give in you coward, give up and be embarrassed as the whole kingdom ridicules you.
Macbeth: I will not. Even though it seems as though this is destined to be my final hour, I will fight courageously nonetheless for that is how I wish to go.
Malcolm: I wish the friends that we lost had arrived safely with us.
Siward: Some must die, but I see this as great day but cheaply bought.
Malcolm: Your son, Macduff, is not here.
Ross: Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt. He only lived until he was barely a man but became one in the fight. He refused to flee where he fought till he died a man.
Siward: Then he is dead.
Ross: Yes, and brought off the field. Your sorrow much not be measured by his work, because then it will have no end.
Siward: Was he hurt before?
Ross: Yes, on the battlefield.
Siward: Well then, God’s soldier he is! If I had as many sons as I had hairs on my head, I would not wish that they died a more honorable death, so ring the bell for his funeral.
Malcolm: He is worth more than sorrow, and I will honor more than that.
Siward: No, he is worth no more. He is parted and his debt paid so god be with him. This comes with new comfort.
Macduff: Hail, King! For you are. Where you stand is the cursed head. Time is free. I am surrounded by the most choice subjects of your kingdom, I speak my greeting in their minds who wish the same as mine. Hail the King of Scotland!
All: Hail King of Scotland.
Malcolm: We should not waste this expensive time before we take into account the love that each of you have shown, I am in debt to you all. My thanes, my kingsmen, you are now to be known as earls, the first that Scotland has ever had. With such an honor named, what more is there to do. In this new era we are calling our exiled friends abroad home which fled the eye of tyranny. Bringing forth the cruel agents of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen. Who, as to have thought, took her own life by her own hands. And what needful person that call us by grace will perform in measure, time, and place. So thanks to each and every one of you whom we invite to see me crowned at Scone.