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GÖKTAY
Wherefore
should
I stand
in the plague
of custom,
and permit the curiosity
of nations to deprive me, for that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines lag
of Edgar? Why bastard? Wherefore base?
UĞUR
When thy dimensions are as
well compact, thy mind as generous, and thy shape as true, as honest madam’s
issue?
GÖKTAY
Why brand they us with base?
With baseness? Bastardy? Base? Base?
Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take more composition and fierce quality than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed, go to the creating a whole tribe of
fops, got 'tween asleep and wake?
UĞUR
Knavery’s plain face is
never seen till us’d. Come, be a man. I have professed me thy friend. I have
told thee often, and I re-tell again and again, I hate Edgar: my cause is
hearted. Though I do hate him as I do hell pains. Thine hath no less reason.
Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him.
GÖKTAY
Well, then, legitimate
Edgar, I must have your land.
UĞUR
Fine word,--legitimate! Wit
depends on dilatory time. If my invention thrive, Edmund the base shall top the
legitimate. There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
GÖKTAY
This is the excellent foppery of the world. A brother credulous and noble,
Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none: on whose foolish honesty
My practices ride
easy! I see the business.
Let me, if not by birth, (Pointing to Uğur) have lands by wit:
Simple, plain Edgar! He
thinks men honest that but seem to be so;
And will as tenderly be led by the nose as asses are.
Well, my legitimate, I do
love thee so,
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven.
UĞUR
If heaven
will take the present at our hands.
GÖKTAY
Thou,
nature, art my
goddess; to thy law
My services are bound. All with me's meet that I can
fashion
fit.
I grow; I prosper:
Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
(Exeunt)
UĞUR
Thus do I ever make my fool
my assassin;
For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane
If I would time expend with such a snipe
But for my sport and profit.
In following him, I follow
but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and honesty,
But seeming so for my peculiar end:
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In complement extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
I hate Edgar;
And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets
He has done my office: I know not if't be true;
But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
Will do as if for surety.
Therefore,
since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have
I laid to set Edmund and Edgar
In deadly hate the one against the other.
And, if I
fall not in my deep intent,
Edgar hath not another day to live:
And if you are as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Edgar go to heaven.
Do it, cure me: till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my
haps, my joys were ne'er begun.
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' 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'dst have, great 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.
When devils will the
blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now.
(Enter Göktay)
GÖKTAY
If it were done when 'tis
done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly. If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all--here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,--
We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgement here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips.
First, as I am his brother:
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself.
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.
We will proceed no further in this business.
UĞUR
Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valor
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?
GÖKTAY
If I should fail?
UĞUR
You fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And you'll not fail.
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
Upon his death?
GÖKTAY
Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts,
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 your 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 knife see not the wound it makes
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry, "Hold, hold!"
UĞUR
Your face is as a book where
men
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 flower,
But be the serpent under't.
Make our faces vizards to
our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
Seem a saint, when most
we play the devil.
GÖKTAY
False face must hide what
the false heart doth know.
UĞUR [Whispering behind
Göktay]
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.
GÖKTAY
Thou sure and firm-set
earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it.
It makes us, or it mars us.
(Exeunt)
UĞUR
And what's he, then, that
says I play the villain?
When this advice is free I give and honest,
Probal to thinking. How am I, then, a villain
To counsel him to this parallel course,
Directly to his good? For then I’ll marry Edgar’s wife.
What though I kill’d her
husband? Is ever woman in this humour woo’d?
Is ever woman in this humour
won? I do love her, not out of absolute lust,
But partly led to diet my revenge. For that I do suspect Edgar
Hath leap'd into my seat: the thought whereof
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards;
And nothing can or shall content my soul
Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife, even he is dead.
The which
will I; not all so much for revenge
As for another secret close intent,
By marrying her which I must reach unto.
This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
God take Edgar to his
mercy,
And leave the world for me to bustle in!
Edgar still
breathes; when he is gone, then must I count my gains.
I have't;--it is
engender'd:-- Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
(Enter Göktay)
GÖKTAY
I have done the deed. In his
sleep, he cried ,”God bless us!” I could not say “Amen”.
UĞUR
Consider it not so deeply.
GÖKTAY
But wherefore could not I
pronounce "Amen"?
I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"
Stuck in my throat.
UĞUR
Whereto
serves mercy
But to
confront the visage of offence?
What's in prayer but this two-fold force,
To be
forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon'd
being down? Then look up;
Your fault
is past.
GÖKTAY
But, O,
what form of prayer
Can serve
my turn?
'Forgive me
my foul murder'?
That cannot
be; since I am now possess'd
Of those
effects for which I did the murder.
May one be
pardon'd and retain the offence?
In the
corrupted currents of this world
Offence's
gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft
'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out
the law: but 'tis not so above;
There is no
shuffling, there the action lies
In his true
nature; and we ourselves compell'd,
Even to the
teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in
evidence. What then? what rests?
UĞUR
Try what
repentance can: what can it not?
Yet what
can it when one can not repent?
GÖKTAY
O wretched
state! O bosom black as death!
O limed
soul, that, struggling to be free,
Art more
engaged! Help, angels! Make assay!
Bow,
stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as
sinews of the newborn babe!
All may be
well.
UĞUR
These deeds must not be
thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
You do unbend your noble
strength to think
So brainsickly of things.
Using those thoughts which
should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done is done.
Things bad begun make strong
themselves by ill.
GÖKTAY
I heard a voice cry, "Sleep
no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep,"
Still it cried, "Sleep no
more!"
"Edmund hath murder'd sleep,
and therefore Iago
Shall sleep no more,--Richard shall sleep no more!"
UĞUR
Have mercy,
Jesu!--Soft! I did but dream.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
GÖKTAY
Let the frame of things
disjoint,
Both the worlds suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams
That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy.
UĞUR
What's done cannot be
undone.
The mind I sway by, and the
heart I bear,
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
GÖKTAY
(Looking on his hands) This
is a sorry sight.
UĞUR
The lights burn blue. It is
now dead midnight.
GÖKTAY
Whence is that knocking?
How is’t with me, when every
noise appals me?
To my sick
soul, as sin's true nature is,
Each toy
seems prologue to some great amiss.
What hands are here? Ha,
they pluck out mine eyes!
UĞUR
Go get some water,
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
GÖKTAY
Will all great Neptune's
ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
UĞUR
A little water clears us of
this deed:
How easy is it then! Your constancy
Hath left you unattended. Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.
My hands are of your color.
I am in
So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.
For mine own good,
All causes shall give way. I am in blood
Step't in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
But I shame
To wear a heart so white.
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
I stand accountant for as
great a sin.
GÖKTAY
To know my deed, 'twere best
not know myself.
Wake Duncan with thy
knocking! I would thou couldst!
UĞUR
I tell you yet again,
Edgar's buried; he cannot come out on's grave.
GÖKTAY
Edgar is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst.
UĞUR
Speak no
more! These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears.
Thou hast
cleft my heart in twain.
Thou
turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I
see such black and grained spots
As will not
leave their tinct.
Cold
fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
O, come
away!
My soul is
full of discord and dismay.
What do I
fear? myself? there's none else by:
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Is there a murderer here? No.
GÖKTAY
Yes, I am:
Then fly.
UĞUR
What, from
myself?
GÖKTAY
Great
reason why:
Lest I revenge.
UĞUR
What,
myself upon myself?
Alack. I love myself.
GÖKTAY
Wherefore?
for any good
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no! alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself!
I am a villain!
UĞUR
Yet I lie.
I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well.
GÖKTAY
Fool, do
not flatter.
(They
see Edgar’s ghost)
UĞUR
Thou canst not say I did it:
never shake
Thy gory locks at me. If thou canst nod, speak too.
GÖKTAY
Avaunt! and quit my sight!
let the earth hide thee!
UĞUR
Thy bones are marrowless,
thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
I have set my life upon a
cast.
What man dare, I dare. And
will stand the hazard of the die.
Approach thou like the
rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger.
GÖKTAY
Take any shape but that!
UĞUR
My firm nerves
Shall never tremble: or be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
The baby of a girl.
GÖKTAY
Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
(Ghost
has disappeared)
UĞUR
Methought
the souls of all that I had murder'd
Are coming to my tent; and every one threats
Vengeance on the head of me.
GÖKTAY
O, my
offence is rank it smells to heaven;
It hath the
primal eldest curse upon't,
A brother's
murder. Pray can I not,
Though
inclination be as sharp as will:
My stronger
guilt defeats my strong intent;
What if
this cursed hand
Were
thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there
not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it
white as snow? Out, damned spot! out, I
say!—
One; two; why, then 'tis
time to do't.
What,will these hands ne'er
be clean?
Here's the smell of the
blood still.
UĞUR
My
conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,
GÖKTAY
Murder,
stem murder, in the direst degree;
UĞUR
All several
sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all,
GÖKTAY
Guilty!
Guilty!
UĞUR
I shall
despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul shall pity me.
GÖKTAY
Nay,
wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
UĞUR
O, 'tis too
true!
How smart a
lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The
harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more
ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my
deed to my most painted word:
O heavy
burthen!
GÖKTAY
Oh, oh, oh!
[Blackout]
UĞUR
Hell is
murky!
Nazım Uğur Özüaydın
15 May 2003
& .
5 January 2004
Beylerbeyi
Plays: King Lear, Othello,
III. Richard, Macbeth, Hamlet
Parts: Edmund, Iago,
Richard, Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Claudius, Gertrude
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