MAKBEFF

SCENE MANY AND A BIT-STILL IN MAKBEFF'S FORTRESS

(A BUNCH O' BOYZ AN’ GROTZ BE WALKIN' BY. DEN MAKBEFF COMES IN)

MAKBEFF: IF I KRUMPED HIM DA KRUMPIN' WOULD BE DONE. BUT IF I DON'T BE KRUMPIN' HIM RIGHT, DAT WOULD BE NO GOOD AN’ I MIGHT GET A MIGHTY KRUMPIN' BACK. AN’ DUNKAN BE A GOOD WAAAGHBOSS AN’ IT BE NOT NICE KRUMPIN' UP THE WAAAGHBOSS LIKE DA-

(DAT POINTY EARED GIT BE COMIN' IN NOW)

HUH? WHY’S YOU HERE?

Farseer Saimiel: He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?

MAKBEFF: ANYONE MISSIN' ME?

Farseer Saimiel: Know you not he has?

MAKBEFF: ACTIN' LIKE DIS SEEMS PRETTY UN-ORKY AN’ I MAY BE MUCKIN' ABOUT

Farseer Saimiel: Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so white and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?

MAKBEFF: I BE DOIN' ORKY THINGS, DON'T MAKE ME DO

Farseer Saimiel:What beast was't, then,
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were an Ork;
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the Ork. Nor time nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the snotling that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.

MAKBEFF: AN’ IF I NOT BE KRUMPIN' HIM RIGHT?

Farseer Saimiel:We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail. When Dunkan is asleep--
Whereto the rather shall his day's hard Waagh
Soundly invite him--his two grotz
Will I with fungua wine and wassail so convince
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Dunkan? what not put upon
His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?

MAKBEFF: YOU BE RAISIN' GOOD BOYZ WERE YOU AN ORK. CUZ YOU BE AWFUL CUNNIN' LIKE. SHOULD WE BE LEAVIN' DA CHOPPAS WIT’ DOSE GROTZ?

Farseer Saimiel:Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?

MAKBEFF: WE BE DOIN' DAT DEN.

(DEY BE LEAVIN' ALL SNEAKY LIKE NOW)