Macbeth Hears Of His Wife's Death (From "Macbeth")-Tony Church/Richard Pasco

[00:00.000] 作词 : William Shakespeare [00:00.001](MACBETH)Hang out our banners on the outward walls; [00:03.150]The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strength [00:07.525]Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie [00:10.369]Till famine and the ague eat them up: [00:12.916]Were they not forced with those that should be ours, [00:15.112]We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, [00:17.432]And beat them backward home. [00:19.122] [00:21.703]What is that noise? [00:24.019](SEYTON)It is the cry of women, my good lord. [00:26.000](MACBETH)I have almost forgot the taste of fears; [00:29.062]The time has been, my senses would have cool'd [00:32.014]To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair [00:35.137]Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir [00:37.648]As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; [00:42.046]Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts [00:45.380]Cannot once start me. [00:48.488]Wherefore was that cry? [00:50.023](SEYTON)The queen, my lord, is dead. [00:52.968] [00:55.026](MACBETH) She should have died hereafter; [00:58.248]There would have been a time for such a word. [01:03.782]To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, [01:11.418]Creeps in this petty pace from day to day [01:15.386]To the last syllable of recorded time, [01:21.020]And all our yesterdays have lighted fools [01:24.565]The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! [01:32.076]Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player [01:36.632]That struts and frets his hour upon the stage [01:41.064]And then is heard no more: it is a tale [01:45.521]Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, [01:51.934]Signifying nothing. [01:56.822]Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. [02:00.826](Messenger)Gracious my lord, [02:01.843]I should report that which I say I saw, [02:04.119]But know not how to do it. [02:05.386](MACBETH)Well, say, sir. [02:07.011](Messenger)As I did stand my watch upon the hill, [02:09.399]I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, [02:13.685]The wood began to move. [02:16.555](MACBETH)Liar and slave! [02:17.459](Messenger)Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: [02:20.249]Within this three mile may you see it coming; [02:23.557]I say, a moving grove. [02:26.795](MACBETH)If thou speak'st false, [02:28.728]Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, [02:31.875]Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, [02:36.223]I care not if thou dost for me as much. [02:40.412]I pull in resolution, and begin [02:43.056]To doubt the equivocation of the fiend [02:45.038]That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood [02:47.490]Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood [02:49.990]Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out! [02:54.630]If this which he avouches does appear, [02:55.968]There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. [02:59.296]I gin to be aweary of the sun, [03:02.534]And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. [03:07.370]Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! [03:12.304]At least we'll die with harness on our back. [03:15.081]