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INSPECTOR
: I know, and you weren’t marvellous either, but when in Rome
parlezvous
as the natives do. Actually, I thought you were better on the radio.

‘LADY MACBETH
’: I haven’t been on radio.

INSPECTOR
: You’ve been on mine.
(
To the general audience the
INSPECTOR
says.
) Please don’t leave the building. You may use the lavatory but leave the door open.
(
To
MACBETH.)
Stunning! Incredible! Absolutely fair to middling.

‘MACBETH
’: You were rubbish!

INSPECTOR
: Look, just because I didn’t laugh out loud it doesn’t
mean I
wasn’t enjoying it
. (
To
HOSTESS
.) Which one were you?

HOSTESS
: I’m not in it.

INSPECTOR
: You’re in it, up to here. It’s pretty clear to me that this flat is being used for entertaining men. There is a law about that, you know.

HOSTESS
: I don’t think
Macbeth
is what was meant.

INSPECTOR
: Who’s to say what was meant? Words can be your friend or your enemy, depending on who’s throwing the book, so watch your language. (
He passes a finger over the furniture
.) Look at this! Filthy! If this isn’t a disorderly house I’ve never seen one, and I have seen one. I’ve had this place watched you know.

HOSTESS
: I know.

INSPECTOR
: Gave themselves away, did they?

HOSTESS
: It was the uniforms mainly, and standing each side of the door.

INSPECTOR
: My little team. Boris and Maurice.

HOSTESS
: One of them examined everyone’s papers and the other one took down the names.

INSPECTOR
: Yes, one of them can read and the other one can write. That’s why we go around in threes—I have to keep an eye on those bloody intellectuals.

‘MACDUFF
’: Look, what the hell do you want?
INSPECTOR
: I want to know who’s in tonight.
(
He looks at a list of names in his notebook and glances over the audience.
)

HOSTESS
: They are all personal friends of mine.

INSPECTOR
: Now let’s see who we’ve got here. (
Looking at the list.
) Three stokers, two labourers, a van-driver’s mate, janitors, street cleaners, a jobbing gardener, painter and decorator, chambermaid, two waiters, farmhand…. You seem to have cracked the problem of the working-class audience. If there isn’t a catch I’ll put you up as a heroine of the revolution. I mean, the counter-revolution. No, I tell a lie, I mean the normalization—Yes, I know. Who is that horny-handed son of the soil?
(
The
INSPECTOR
points his torch at different people in the audience.
)

HOSTESS
: (
Looking into the audience.
) Medieval historian …
professor of philosophy … painter …

INSPECTOR
: And decorator?

HOSTESS
: No … lecturer … student… student… defence lawyer… Minister of Health in the caretaker government…

INSPECTOR
: What’s he doing now?

HOSTESS
: He’s a caretaker.

INSPECTOR
: Yes, well, I must say a column of tanks is a great leveller. How about the defence lawyer?

HOSTESS
: He’s sweeping the streets now.

INSPECTOR
: You see, some went down, but some went up. Fair do’s. Well, I’ll tell you what. I don’t want to spend all day taking statements. It’s frankly not worth the candle for three years’ maximum and I know you’ve been having a run of bad luck all round—jobs lost, children failing exams, letters undelivered, driving licences withdrawn, passports indefinitely postponed—and nothing on paper. It’s as if the system had a mind of its own; so why don’t you give it a chance, and I’ll give you one. I’m really glad I caught you before you closed. If I can make just one tiny criticism … Shakespeare—or the Old Bill, as we call him in the force—is not a popular choice with my chief, owing to his popularity with the public, or, as we call it in the force, the filth. The fact is, when you get a universal and timeless writer like Shakespeare, there’s a strong feeling that he could be spitting in the eyes of the beholder when he should be keeping his mind on Verona—hanging around the ‘gents’. You know what I mean? Unwittingly, of course. He didn’t know he was doing it, at least you couldn’t prove he did, which is what makes the chief so prejudiced against him. The chief says he’d rather you stood up and said, ‘There is no freedom in this country’, then there’s nothing underhand and we all know where we stand. You get your lads together and we get our lads together and when it’s all over, one of us is in power and you’re in gaol. That’s freedom in action. But what we don’t like is a lot of people being cheeky and saying they are only Julius Caesar or Coriolanus or Macbeth.
Otherwise we are going to start treating them the same as the ones who say they are Napoleon. Got it?

‘MACBETH’
: We obey the law and we ask no more of you.

INSPECTOR
: The law? I’ve got the Penal Code tattooed on my whistle, Landovsky, and there’s a lot about you in it. Section 98, subversion—anyone acting out of hostility to the state … Section 100, incitement—anyone acting out of hostility to the state … I could nick you just for acting—and the sentence is double for an organized group, which I can make stick on Robinson Crusoe and his man any day of the week. So don’t tell me about the laws.

‘MACBETH’
: We’re protected by the Constitution …

INSPECTOR
: Dear God, and we call you intellectuals. Personally I can’t read that stuff. Nobody talks like that so it’s not reasonable to expect them to live like it. The way I see it, life is lived off the record. It’s altogether too human for the written word, it happens in pictures … metaphors… A few years ago you suddenly had it on toast, but when they gave you an inch you overplayed your hand and rocked the boat so they pulled the rug from under you, and now you’re in the doghouse … I mean, that is pure fact. Metaphorically speaking. It describes what happened to you in a way that anybody can understand.
(
BANQUO,
henceforth
CAHOOT,
howls like a dog, barks, falls silent on his hands and knees.
)

INSPECTOR
: Sit! Here, boy! What’s his name?

‘MACBETH’
: Cahoot.

INSPECTOR
: The social parasite and slanderer of the state?

CAHOOT
: The writer.

INSPECTOR
: That’s him. You’re a great favourite down at the nick, you know. We’re thinking of making you writer in residence for a couple of years; four if you’re a member of a recognized school, which I can make stick on a chimpanzee with a box of alphabet bricks. (
Smiles
) Would you care to make a statement?

CAHOOT
: ‘Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all As the weird sisters promised…’

INSPECTOR
: Kindly leave my wife’s family out of this.

CAHOOT
: ‘… and I fear
thou playedst most foully for’t …’

INSPECTOR
: Foul… Fair… which is which? That’s two witches: one more and we can do the show right here.

CAHOOT
: ‘… Yet it was said
It should not stand in thy posterity …’

INSPECTOR
: If you think you can drive a horse and cart through the law of slander by quoting blank verse at me, Cahoot, you’re going to run up against what we call poetic justice: which means we get you into line if we have to chop one of your feet off. You know as well as I do that this performance of yours goes right against the spirit of normalization. When you clean out the stables, Cahoot, the muck is supposed to go into the gutter, not find its way back into the stalls. (
To
ALL
generally.
) I blame sport and religion for all this, you know. An Olympic games here, a papal visit there, and suddenly you think you can take liberties with your freedom … amateur theatricals, organized groups, committees of all kinds—listen, I’ve arrested more committees (
to
’BANQUO’)
than you’ve had dog’s dinners. I arrested the Committee to Defend the Unjustly Persecuted for saying I unjustly persecuted the Committee for Free Expression, which I arrested for saying there wasn’t any—so if I find that this is a benefit for the Canine Defence League you’re going to feel my hand on your collar and I don’t care if Moscow Dynamo is at home to the Vatican in the European Cup.
(
‘BANQUO’
growls.
)
What is the matter with him?

‘MACBETH
’: He’s been made a non-person.

INSPECTOR
: Has he? Well, between you and me and these three walls and especially the ceiling, barking up the wrong tree comes under anti-state agitation. I’m not having him fouling the system let alone the pavements just because he’s got an identity crisis.

‘MACBETH’
: Your system could do with a few antibodies. If you’re afraid to risk the infection of an uncontrolled idea, the first time a new one gets in, it’ll run through your system like a rogue bacillus. Remember the last time.

INSPECTOR
: (
Pause.
) Yes. Well, a lot of water has passed through the Penal Code since then. Things are normalizing nicely. I expect this place will be back to normal in five minutes … Eh? Nice Dog! Well, I wonder what the weather’s like outside … (
Moves
) Please leave in an orderly manner, and don’t cheek the policeman on the way out.
(’Phone rings. He picks it up … listens, replaces it.
)
Cloudy, with a hint of rain.
(
He exits.
He leaves. The police car is heard to depart with its siren going.
)

CAHOOT
:

Let it come down!
(
The performance continues from Act Three Scene One. All exeunt except
CAHOOT.
)

BANQUO:

Thou has it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all
As the weird women promised; and I fear
Thou playdst most foully for’t. Yet it was said
It should not stand in thy posterity
But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them,
As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,
Why by the verities on thee made good
(
MACBETH
enters.
)
May they not be my oracles as well
And set me up in hope? But hush! No more.

MACBETH
:

Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir,
And I’ll request your presence.
Ride you this afternoon?

BANQUO
:

Ay, my good lord.

MACBETH
:

Fail not our feast.

BANQUO
:

My lord, I will not.
(
Exit
BANQUO.)

MACBETH:

Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be feared. He chid the sisters
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like
They hailed him father to a line of kings.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
And put a barren sceptre in my grip,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,
For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind,
For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered.
Rather than so, come, fate, into the list And champion me to the utterance!
(
MACBETH
moves screen to reveal two
MURDERERS.
)
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
(
Lights down.
)

IST MURDERER
:

It was, so please your highness.

MACBETH
:

Well then now,
Have you considered of my speeches? Know
That it was he in the times past which held you
So under fortune, which you thought had been
Our innocent self.

IST MURDERER
:

You made it known to us.

MACBETH
:

I did so. Are you so gospelled,
To pray for this good man and for his issue,
Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave,
And beggared yours for ever?

2ND MURDERER
:

I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Hath so incensed that I am reckless what I do
To spite the world.

IST MURDERER
:

And I another,
So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance
To mend it or be rid on’t.

MACBETH
:

Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy.

MURDERERS
:

True, my lord.

MACBETH
:

So is he mine, and though I could
With bare-faced power sweep him from my sight
And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not.

2ND MURDERER
:

We shall, my lord
Perform what you command us.

IST MURDERER
:

We are resolved, my lord.
(
EASY
’s
lorry has been heard to draw up outside.
The
MURDERERS
go to the window and open shutters,
MACBETH
leaves saying.
)

MACBETH
:

(
Aside
) It is concluded! Banquo, thy soul’s flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out tonight.
(
The
MURDERERS
take up position to ambush
BANQUO. EASY
appears at window and says.
)

EASY
:

Buxtons … Almost Leamington Spa.
(
The
MURDERERS
are surprised to see him.
EASY
disappears from window: they peer outside to see him, but meanwhile
EASY
has entered room.
) Cakehops.

IST MURDERER
:

But who did bid thee join with us?

EASY
:

Buxtons.
(
Pause
)

2ND MURDERER
:

(
With misgiving.
) He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
Our offices and what we have to do
To the direction just.

EASY
:

Eh?

IST MURDERER
:

Then stand with us;
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.
(
Pause
)

EASY
:

Eh?

BANQUO
:

(
Off-stage
) Give us a light, here, ho!

2ND MURDERER
:

Then ’tis he.
(
Enter
BANQUO
in window.
)

IST MURDERER
:

Stand to’t!

BANQUO
:

It will be rain tonight.

IST MURDERER
:

Let it come down!
(
The two
MURDERERS
attack
BANQUO.)

BANQUO:

O treachery!
(
He flees off-stage with the two
MURDERERS
in
pursuit,
EASY
remains, looking bewildered. The
HOSTESS
appears from the audience again.
)

EASY
:

Buxtons … cake hops … almost Leamington Spa…
(
The
HOSTESS
leads him off-stage. Light and music for
MACBETH’s
feast,
MACBETH
enters with
LADY MACBETH
and guests in attendance.
)

MACBETH
:

You know your own degrees, sit down.
At first and last a hearty welcome.

GUESTS
:

Thanks to your majesty.

MACBETH
:

Ourself will mingle with society
And play the humble host.
(
The
GUESTS
have brought their own stools and goblets,
LADY MACBETH
enters likewise.
IST MURDERER
enters with
EASY,
remaining at the edge of the stage.
)
Be large in mirth. Anon we’ll drink a measure
The table round.
(
He sees
IST MURDERER
and goes to him.
)
There’s blood upon thy face!

IST MURDERER
:

’Tis Banquo’s then.

MACBETH
:

Is he dispatched?

IST MURDERER
:

My lord, his throat is cut; That I did for him.

MACBETH
:

Thanks for that.
Get thee gone! Tomorrow we will hear ourselves again.
(
Exit
MURDERER,
followed by
EASY.
During the scene
EASY
is hovering at the fringes, hoping to catch someone’s eye. His entrances and exits coincide with those for
BANQUO’s GHOST,
who is invisible, and he only appears in
MACBETH’S
eyeline.
MACBETH
does his best to ignore him.
)

LADY MACBETH
:

My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer.

MACBETH
:

Sweet remembrancer!
Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!

ROSS
:

May’t please your highness sit.

MACBETH
:

Here had we now our country’s honour roofed,
Were the graced person of our Banquo present.

ROSS
:

His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please’t your highness
To grace us with your royal company?
Here is a place reserved.
(
EASY
enters at door stage right.
)

MACBETH
:

Where?

ROSS
:

Here, my good lord. What is’t that moves your highness?

MACBETH
:

Which of you have done this?

ROSS
:

What, my good lord?

MACBETH
:

Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.

ROSS
:

Gentlemen, rise. His highness is not well.

LADY MACBETH
:

Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus;
The fit is momentary; upon a thought
He will again be well.
(
She crosses to
MACBETH.)
Are you a man?

MACBETH
:

Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appall the devil.

LADY MACBETH
:

O proper stuff!
Why do you make such faces? When all’s done
You look but on a stool.
(
EASY
appears at window.
)

MACBETH
:

Prithee, see there!
Behold! Look! Lo!
(
He points, but
EASY
has lost his nerve, and disappears just as she turns round.
)

LADY MACBETH
:

What, quite unmanned in folly?

MACBETH
:

If I stand here, I saw him. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.

LADY MACBETH
:

My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.

MACBETH
:

I do forget.

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