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SHAKESPEARE IN HELL LYRICS
"Hecate" (2001)
1. Three Witches
2. A Dagger of the Mind
3. Toil and Trouble
4. A Pageant of Eight Kings
5. Lady Macbeth
6. Ripp'd from the Womb
7. Enter the Ghost
8. The Sleep of Death
9. A Politic Worm
10. Poor Yorrick
11. The Death of Ophelia
12. The Poison'd Cup
13. Epilogue - A Midsummer Nights's Dream
1. Three Witches
FIRST WITCH.
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
SECOND WITCH.
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
THIRD WITCH.
That will be ere the set of sun.
ALL.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
SECOND WITCH.
Upon the heath.
THIRD WITCH.
There to meet with Macbeth.
ALL
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace! the charm's wound up.
FIRST WITCH
Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
THIRD WITCH.
A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come.
FIRST WITCH.
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
FIRST WITCH.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
THIRD WITCH.
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter!
ALL
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace! the charm's wound up.
MACBETH.
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence?
2. A Dagger of the Mind
MACBETH
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:--
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.--There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes.--Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings
[A bell rings.]
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
3. Toil and Trouble
FIRST WITCH.
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
SECOND WITCH.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
THIRD WITCH.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
SECOND WITCH
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
4. A Pageant of Eight Kings
HECATE.
O, well done! I commend your pains;
And everyone shall share i' the gains.
And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
SECOND WITCH.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes:--
MACBETH.
I conjure you, by that which you profess,--
Howe'er you come to know it,--answer me:
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Against the churches; even till destruction.
[Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises.]
APPARITION.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff;
Beware the Thane of Fife.--Dismiss me:--enough.
[Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises.]
APPARITION.--
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
MACBETH.
Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
APPARITION.
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
[Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a tree in his
hand, rises.]
APPARITION.
Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.
MACBETH
Another yet!--A seventh!--I'll see no more:--
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass.
Horrible sight!--Now I see 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
FIRST WITCH.
Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
And show the best of our delights;
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round;
That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.
5. Lady Macbeth
LADY MACBETH
Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,
then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
fear who knows it, when none can call our power to
account?--Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him.
DOCTOR
Do you mark that?
LADY MACBETH
The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?--
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more o'
that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with
this starting.
6. Ripp'd from the Womb
SIWARD.
Fare you well.--
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
MACDUFF.
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
MACBETH.
They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
But, bear-like I must fight the course.--What's he
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.
MACBETH.
Thou wast born of woman.--
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
SIWARD.
This way, my lord;--the castle's gently render'd:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.
MACBETH.
Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
MACDUFF
Macduff was ripp'd from the womb.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole, and underwrit,
"Here may you see the tyrant."
ALL.
Hail, King of Scotland!
7. Enter the Ghost
Ham.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!--
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane; O, answer me!
Ghost.
My hour is almost come,
When I to sulph'uous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
Ham.
Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost.
Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
Ham.
Speak;I am bound to hear.
Ghost.
I am thy father's spirit;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
Ham.
O God!
Ghost.
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Ham.
Murder!
Ghost.
Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural
8. The Sleep of Death
Ham.
To be, or not to be,--that is the question:--
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?--To die,--to sleep,--
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
To die,--to sleep;--
To sleep! perchance to dream:--ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
Ghost
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abus'd;
Ham
Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
Ghost
but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
Ham.
O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
And shall I couple hell?
But that the dread of something after death,--
Ghost
The glowworm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
Ham.
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,--puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
To die,--to sleep;--
To sleep! perchance to dream:--ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
9. A Politic Worm
King.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Ham.
How now? a rat? [Draws.]
Pol.
[Behind.] O, I am slain!
[Falls and dies.]
Queen.
O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
Ham.
A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king and marry with his brother.
King.
Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
Ham.
At supper.
King.
At supper! where?
Ham.
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your
worm is your
only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to
fat us, and
we fat ourselves for maggots.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king,
and eat
of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
King.
Where is Polonius?
Ham.
In heaven: send thither to see: if your messenger find
him not
there, seek him i' the other place yourself.
Oh, from this time forth my thoughts be bloody
or be nothing worth!
10. Poor Yorrick
Ham.
Alas, poor Yorick!--I knew him,
Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he
hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred
in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those
lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes
now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that
were wont to set the table on a roar?
To what base uses we may return.
Alexander died,
Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is
earth;
Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!
11. The Death of Ophelia
Ham.
But soft! but soft! aside!--Here comes the king.
The queen, the courtiers: who is that they follow?
And with such maimed rites?
What, the fair Ophelia?
Oph. [Sings.]
How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle bat and' staff
And his sandal shoon.
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass green turf,
At his heels a stone.
Ham.
I did love you once,
But you should not have believed.
For virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock.
I loved you not.
Oph.
[Sings.]
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll:
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan:
Ham.
Get thee to a nunnery!
Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?
Arrant knaves we are all.
Believe none of us.
What is he whose grief
Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I,
Hamlet the Dane.
[Leaps into the grave.]
Laer.
Hold off the earth awhile,
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:
Oph.
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan:
God ha' mercy on his soul
12. The Poison'd Cup
Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords, Osric, and
Attendants with
foils &c.]
King.
Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
[The King puts Laertes' hand into Hamlet's.]
Ham.
This presence knows, and you must needs have heard,
How I am punish'd with sore distraction.
What I have done I here proclaim was madness.
I pray you pass with our best violence.
King.
Gertrude, do not drink.
Queen.
I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me.
King.
[Aside.] It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.
Queen.
No, no!
The drink, the drink!--I am poison'd.
[Dies.]
Laer.
It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;
In thee there is not half an hour of life;
Ham.
O villany!--Ho! let the door be lock'd:
Treachery! seek it out.
Laer.
Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practice
Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie,
Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:
I can no more:--the king, the king's to blame.
Ham.
The point envenom'd too!--
Then, venom, to thy work.
[Stabs the King.]
Ham.
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion.--Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.
Laer.
He is justly serv'd;
It is a poison temper'd by himself.--
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me!
[Dies.]
Ham.
Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.--
13. Epilogue - A Midsummer Nights's Dream
PUCK
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this,--and all is mended,--
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
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