حرکت چهارم سکانس سوم

ACT FOUR SCENE THREE

(England. The court of the English King, King Edward. Enter Malcolm and Macduff)

Malcolm: The news you bring from Scotland is so bad, that we can only cry for our dear country.

Macduff: Let us rather plan to fight. Every day brings deaths and other horrors. We have our swords and now’s the time to use them.

Malcolm: You’ve told me many things. Should I believe you? The tyrant, foul Macbeth, was once thought honest. You were his friend - he has not harmed you yet. You may still be the cruel tyrant’s friend. He may have sent you here to spy on me, to learn my thoughts.

Macduff: You must believe me - I am not a traitor.

Malcolm: But Macbeth is. And he’s the King. Even an honest man may feel he must obey the one who rules him. Why should I trust you? Satan himself was once an angel. A wicked man may have an honest face, but honest faces look the same.

Macduff: I have no hope left.

Malcolm: And I have many doubts. Why did you leave your loved ones in the tyrant’s power? Why did you leave the ones you love in danger? You left them but you did not say goodbye! My own safety may depend on you. I must be careful.

Macduff: Bleed, bleed, poor Scotland! The tyrant’s rule will not be stopped by goodness. Macbeth is safe. Farewell. I would not be the villain that you think me for alt the riches of the world.

Malcolm: Do not be offended by my words. I do not fear you, but I weep for Scotland. As each day passes, so its pains increase. But I can raise an army, here in England. Together we shall march against the tyrant and end his evil rule. But I must tell you this: Then I shall put my foot upon his head or place it on my sword - that may not be the end. You know Macbeth is cruel and black-hearted. How do you know I’m not as bad as him, or even worse? Take care you don’t replace one tyrant with another.

Macduff: No devil is more wicked than Macbeth.

Malcolm: But I may be. You don’t know me at all. And once I’m King, I can do what I like. As my power grows, so will my evil nature. Cruel, lustful, greedy that’s what men will call me. And they will wish Macbeth was still their King.

Macduff: Oh Scotland, Scotland! Oh unhappy country! If what you say is true, then stay in England, oh my poor heart! My hope ends here - farewell.

Malcolm: Good thane, worthy friend, my words were meant to test you. I feared the tyrant sent you here himself, to make me join his plans. Nothing that I’ve said about myself is true. I’m honest, kind and fair. In all my life, I’ve done no harm to anyone. The only lies I’ve told are these about myself. All that I have belongs to you and Scotland. The English King will give ten thousand men and with their help, we’ll get our country back.

Macduff: Now I can rejoice in Heaven’s power! Brave Malcolm! Great son of your great father. Together we shall overthrow the tyrant and make you Scotland’s King.

(Enter Ross)

What news from Scotland, worthy thane?

Ross: Alas, poor country! Each day, more people die and every ear hears cries of pain and fear. No man in Scotland smiles - they die in pain. Their lives cut short and ended by the tyrant. And every minute brings more grief, more awful news.

Macduff: How is my wife?

Ross: Well. She’s very well…

Macduff: And all my children?

Ross: Well too.

Macduff: So cruel Macbeth has not disturbed their peace?

Ross: Your family was at peace when I last saw them.

Macduff: Tell us all your news.

Ross: (To Macduff) Then know this, noble thane. The tyrant now has enemies, but yet his power is strong. You are needed, noble thane, in Scotland. If you were there, then many men would join you. The victory would be ours!

Malcolm: Our news is good. Ten thousand Englishmen are ready to march against the tyrant. Brave Macduff will join us.

Ross: That is great news. I wish that mine were good. But I have words to say that fill my heart with pain…

Macduff: Please tell us what you mean. Is this bad news for everyone, or is it just for me?

Ross: Forgive me, noble thane, the news I bring is meant for you alone.

Macduff: So I had guessed when you began to speak. Tell me at once quickly let me have it.

Ross: You must not blame me for this dreadful news - the words I have to say are cruel and deadly. Your castle has been entered by the tyrant’s soldiers. Your wife and children - they have all been killed.

Macduff: My children too?

Ross: Wife, children, servants - all who could be found.

Macduff: I was not there to save them. My wife is killed, you say?

Ross: That’s what I said.

Malcolm: Let’s use revenge to cure this awful pain!

Macduff: The tyrant has no children and all mine are dead. All my sweet darlings and their mother too?

Malcolm: You must be strong.

Macduff: And so I shall be, but I must weep too. They died instead of me. I must be blamed for it. All that I ask of Heaven is that one day soon I’ll meet the tyrant king and kill him with my sword.

Malcolm: That’s what I need to hear. All things are ready. The angelic powers of Heaven are prepared to help us. The time has come. Take what cheer you may. The longest night will always end in day.

(Exit Malcolm, Macduff and Ross)