MAKBEFF

SCENE FIVE-INVANESS, MAKBEFF'S FORTRESS

(DAT PUNY CAPTURED ELDAR IS SITTING ALL QUIET LIKE NOW IN MAKBEFF'S FORT)

Farseer Saimiel: 'They met him in the day of success: and I have
learned by my divining, they have more in
them than mortal knowledge. When he burned in desire
to question them further, they made themselves air,
into which they vanished. Whiles he stood rapt in
the wonder of it, came missives from the Waaaghboss, who
all-hailed him 'Nob of Cawdor;' by which title,
before, these weird boys saluted him, and referred
him to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, Waaaghboss that
shalt be!' This the currents have thought good to deliver
me, through the ancient ways set before me, that I
mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being
ignorant of what the future is promised .

(SHE BE STOPPIN' WITH DA FUNNY SPEAKINS' FOR A BIT NOW)

Nob Glamis thou art, and Nob Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full of the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, Glamis,
That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.
And when that shall be done,
Than shall my plans be great

(A BOY WALKS IN NOW)

What is your tidings?

BOY: DA WAAAGHBOSS BE COMIN' HERE

Farseer Saimiel: Thou'rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.

BOY: WHAT YOU TALKIN' ABOUT? A STORMBOY BE FLYIN' AWFUL FAST TA TELL US THIS. SO WE CAN MAKE A PROPER WAAAGH!

Farseer Saimiel:Give him tending; He brings great news.

(DA BOY BE LEAVIN' NOW)

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Waaaghboss Dunkan
Under my battlements. Come, you foul warp spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen witchknife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'

(MAKBEFF BE COMIN' IN NOW)

Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
My divinings have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now
The future in the instant.

MAKBEFF: OI PANZEE! WAAAGHBOSS DUNKAN BE COMIN' TODAY

Farseer Saimiel: And when goes hence?

MAKBEFF: WHEN DA WAAAGH IS DONE?

Farseer Samiel: O, never
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my Nob, is as a book where Orks
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent grot,
But be the dakka under't. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

MAKBEFF: KAN YOU BE SPEAKIN' ABOUT DIS LATER?

Farseer Saimiel: Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.

(Exeunt)

(WUT SORT OF HUMIE TALK BE THAT! LOOKS LIKE WE BE NEEDIN' SOME KRUMPIN' TIME!)