When Duncan was the king of Scotland, there lived a brave General who was looked up to with high esteem throughout Scotland for his great valour and skill in wars.
āϝāĻāύ āĻĄাāύāĻাāύ āϏ্āĻāĻāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āϰাāĻা āĻিāϞেāύ, āϤāĻāύ āϏেāĻাāύে āĻāĻ āϏাāĻšāϏী āϏেāύাāĻĒāϤি āĻŦাāϏ āĻāϰāϤেāύ āϝিāύি āϤাঁāϰ āĻŽāĻšাāύ āĻŦীāϰāϤ্āĻŦ āĻāĻŦং āϝুāĻĻ্āϧāĻŦিāĻĻ্āϝাāϰ āĻĻāĻ্āώāϤাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϏāĻŽāĻ্āϰ āϏ্āĻāĻāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄ āĻুāĻĄ়ে āĻ āϤ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻļ্āϰāĻĻ্āϧাāϰ āĻĒাāϤ্āϰ āĻিāϞেāύ।
He was also a close relative of the old king.
āϤিāύি āĻŦৃāĻĻ্āϧ āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻāύিāώ্āĻ āĻāϤ্āĻŽীāϝ়āĻ āĻিāϞেāύ।
He was Macbeth, the Thane of Glamis.
āϤিāύি āĻিāϞেāύ āĻ্āϞ্āϝাāĻŽিāϏেāϰ āĻĨেāύ (āϏাāĻŽāύ্āϤāĻĒ্āϰāĻু), āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ।
Of late, he defeated a rebel army assisted by the troops of Norway in great numbers — he emerged as “valour’s minion” and “Bellona’s bridegroom” — his valour and courage demanded praise from all and sundry.
āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒ্āϰāϤি, āϤিāύি āĻŦিāĻĒুāϞ āϏংāĻ্āϝāĻ āύāϰāĻāϝ়েāϰ āϏৈāύ্āϝ āĻĻ্āĻŦাāϰা āϏাāĻšাāϝ্āϝāĻĒ্āϰাāĻĒ্āϤ āĻāĻāĻি āĻŦিāĻĻ্āϰোāĻšী āĻŦাāĻšিāύীāĻে āĻĒāϰাāĻিāϤ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞেāύ — āϤিāύি "āĻŦীāϰāϤ্āĻŦেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰিāϝ়āĻĒাāϤ্āϰ" āĻāĻŦং "āϝুāĻĻ্āϧāĻĻেāĻŦীāϰ āĻŦāϰ" āĻšিāϏাāĻŦে āĻāĻŦিāϰ্āĻূāϤ āĻšāϝ়েāĻিāϞেāύ — āϤাঁāϰ āĻŦীāϰāϤ্āĻŦ āĻ āϏাāĻšāϏ āϏāĻāϞেāϰ āĻাāĻ āĻĨেāĻে āĻĒ্āϰāĻļংāϏা āĻĻাāĻŦি āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ।
The two Scottish Generals, Macbeth and Banquo, were returning from the great battle.
āĻĻুāĻ āϏ্āĻāĻিāĻļ āϏেāύাāĻĒāϤি, āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāĻŦং āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻো, āϏেāĻ āĻŽāĻšাāϝুāĻĻ্āϧ āĻĨেāĻে āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϏāĻিāϞেāύ।
There was thunder and lightning.
āϤāĻāύ āϏেāĻাāύে āĻŦāĻ্āϰāĻĒাāϤ āĻāĻŦং āĻŦিāĻĻ্āϝুā§ āĻāĻŽāĻাāĻ্āĻিāϞ।
On the way they were stopped by the strange appearance of three figures that looked like women, except that they had beards, and their withered skin and wild dresses made them look like unearthly creatures.
āĻĒāĻĨিāĻŽāϧ্āϝে āϤিāύāĻি āĻ āĻĻ্āĻুāϤ āĻāĻৃāϤিāϰ āĻ āĻŦāϝ়āĻŦ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻāĻāϞে āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়াāϝ়, āϝাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻেāĻāϤে āύাāϰীāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻšāϞেāĻ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻাāĻĄ়ি āĻিāϞ, āĻāĻŦং āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāϰাāĻীāϰ্āĻŖ āĻাāĻŽāĻĄ়া āĻ āĻāĻĻ্āĻāĻ āĻĒোāĻļাāĻ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻ āϞৌāĻিāĻ āĻŦা āĻ āĻĒাāϰ্āĻĨিāĻŦ āĻĒ্āϰাāĻŖীāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻāϰে āϤুāϞেāĻিāϞ।
They were dancing, they were singing : “Fair is foul, and foul is fair Hover through the fog and filthy air.”
āϤাāϰা āύাāĻāĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻাāύ āĻাāĻāĻিāϞ: "āϝা āĻাāϞো āϤা āĻŽāύ্āĻĻ, āĻāϰ āϝা āĻŽāύ্āĻĻ āϤা āĻাāϞো; āĻুāϝ়াāĻļা āĻāϰ āύোংāϰা āĻŦাāϤাāϏে āĻেāϏে āĻāϞো।"
As they saw the two Generals, the first witch saluted Macbeth with the title of ‘Thane of Glamis’.
āĻĻুāĻ āϏেāύাāĻĒāϤিāĻে āĻĻেāĻাāĻŽাāϤ্āϰāĻ āĻĒ্āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻĄাāĻāύি āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে 'āĻ্āϞ্āϝাāĻŽিāϏেāϰ āĻĨেāύ' āĻāĻĒাāϧিāϤে āĻ āĻিāĻŦাāĻĻāύ āĻাāύাāϝ়।
The general was scarcely startled to find himself known by such creatures.
āĻāĻ āĻাāϤীāϝ় āĻĒ্āϰাāĻŖীāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻ্āĻŦাāϰা āύিāĻেāĻে āĻĒāϰিāĻিāϤ āĻšāϤে āĻĻেāĻে āϏেāύাāĻĒāϤি āĻুāĻŦ āĻāĻāĻা āĻāĻŽāĻে āϝাāύāύি।
The second witch addressed him as the ‘Thane of Cawdor’ to which he had no pretensions;
āĻĻ্āĻŦিāϤীāϝ় āĻĄাāĻāύি āϤাāĻে 'āĻাāĻāĻĄāϰেāϰ āĻĨেāύ' āĻŦāϞে āϏāĻŽ্āĻŦোāϧāύ āĻāϰে, āϝে āĻāĻĒাāϧিāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āϤাঁāϰ āĻোāύো āĻĻাāĻŦি āĻŦা āĻ āϧিāĻাāϰ āϤāĻāύ āĻিāϞ āύা;
and the third told him, “You will be the king of Scotland hereafter.”
āĻāĻŦং āϤৃāϤীāϝ় āĻĄাāĻāύি āϤাāĻে āĻŦāϞে, "āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāϤে āĻāĻĒāύিāĻ āϏ্āĻāĻāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āϰাāĻা āĻšāĻŦেāύ।"
Such a prophetic greeting might well amaze him for he knew that as long as the king’s sons survived, he could scarcely hope to succeed to the throne.
āĻāĻ āϧāϰāύেāϰ āĻāĻāĻি āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖীāĻŽূāϞāĻ āϏāĻŽ্āĻাāώāĻŖ āϤাāĻে āĻŦিāϏ্āĻŽিāϤ āĻāϰāϤেāĻ āĻĒাāϰāϤ, āĻাāϰāĻŖ āϤিāύি āĻাāύāϤেāύ āϝে āϝāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻেāϞেāϰা āĻŦেঁāĻে āĻāĻে, āϤāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āϤাঁāϰ āϏিংāĻšাāϏāύ āϞাāĻেāϰ āĻāĻļা āĻুāĻŦāĻ āĻ্āώীāĻŖ āĻিāϞ।
By this time, Banquo was curious to know the reason why the witches had little to say about him whereas they kindled hope in the heart of his dearest friend.
āĻāĻ āϏāĻŽāϝ়েāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে, āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻো āĻাāύাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻৌāϤুāĻšāϞী āĻšāϝ়ে āĻāĻ েāύ āϝে āĻেāύ āĻĄাāĻāύিāϰা āϤাঁāϰ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻে āĻুāĻŦ āĻāĻŽ āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞāϞ, āĻ āĻĨāĻ āϤাঁāϰ āĻĒ্āϰিāϝ়āϤāĻŽ āĻŦāύ্āϧুāϰ āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ়ে āĻāĻļাāϰ āĻāϞো āĻ্āĻŦাāϞিāϝ়ে āĻĻিāϞ।
So the witches turned towards Banquo and told him in somewhat riddling terms: to be lesser than Macbeth and greater, not so happy, but much happier.
āϤাāĻ āĻĄাāĻāύিāϰা āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻুāϰে āĻিāĻুāĻা āϧাঁāϧাāϰ āĻāϞে āĻŦāϞāϞ: āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻেā§ে āĻ্āώুāĻĻ্āϰāϤāϰ āĻ āĻĨāĻ āĻŦৃāĻšāϤ্āϤāϰ, āϤāϤāĻা āϏুāĻী āύ⧠āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻ āύেāĻ āĻŦেāĻļি āϏুāĻী।
They also prophesied that although Banquo would never reign as the king of Scotland, yet his successors would be the kings.
āϤাāϰা āĻāĻ āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖীāĻ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ āϝে, āϝāĻĻিāĻ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻো āύিāĻে āĻāĻāύāĻ āϏ্āĻāĻāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āϰাāĻা āĻšিāϏাāĻŦে āĻļাāϏāύ āĻāϰāĻŦেāύ āύা, āϤāĻŦুāĻ āϤাঁāϰ āĻāϤ্āϤāϰāϏূāϰিāϰাāĻ āϰাāĻা āĻšāĻŦেāύ।
And then they turned into thin air and vanished, by which the Generals realized the weird sisters to be witches.
āĻāĻŦং āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤাāϰা āĻĒাāϤāϞা āĻŦাāϤাāϏে āĻŽিāϞিā§ে āĻিā§ে āĻ āĻĻৃāĻļ্āϝ āĻšā§ে āĻেāϞ, āϝাāϰ āĻĻ্āĻŦাāϰা āϏেāύাāĻĒāϤিāϰা āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻĒাāϰāϞেāύ āϝে āĻāĻ āĻ āĻĻ্āĻুāϤ āĻŦোāύেāϰা āĻāϏāϞে āĻĄাāĻāύি āĻিāϞ।
While they stood there pondering on the strangeness of this adventure, there arrived certain envoys from the king, who were empowered to confer upon Macbeth the title of the Thane of Cawdor.
āϝāĻāύ āϤাঁāϰা āϏেāĻাāύে āĻāĻ āĻ āĻĻ্āĻুāϤ āĻ āĻিāϝাāύেāϰ āĻāĻĨা āĻাāĻŦāĻিāϞেāύ, āϤāĻāύ āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻাāĻ āĻĨেāĻে āĻিāĻু āĻĻূāϤ āĻāϏে āĻĒৌঁāĻাāϞেāύ, āϝাঁāϰা āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে āĻাāĻāĻĄāϰেāϰ āĻĨেāύ āĻāĻĒাāϧিāϤে āĻূāώিāϤ āĻāϰাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻ্āώāĻŽāϤাāĻĒ্āϰাāĻĒ্āϤ āĻিāϞেāύ।
It was an event so miraculously corresponding with the prediction of the witches that Macbeth stood there wrapped in amazement, unable to respond to the greetings of the envoys, Ross & Angus.
āĻāĻি āĻāĻŽāύ āĻāĻāĻি āĻāĻāύা āĻিāϞ āϝা āĻĄাāĻāύিāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖীāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻ āϞৌāĻিāĻ āĻāĻĒাā§ে āĻŽিāϞে āĻিā§েāĻিāϞ āϝে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻŦিāϏ্āĻŽāϝ়ে āĻāĻ্āĻāύ্āύ āĻšā§ে āϏেāĻাāύে āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āϰāĻāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻĻুāĻ āĻĻূāϤ āϰāϏ āĻ āĻ ্āϝাāĻ্āĻাāϏেāϰ āĻ āĻিāĻŦাāĻĻāύেāϰ āĻāϤ্āϤāϰ āĻĻিāϤে āĻĒাāϰāϞেāύ āύা।
Hopes began to swell in his heart with this Thane of Cawdorship and he was now thinking of the prediction of the third witch.
āĻāĻ āĻাāĻāĻĄāϰেāϰ āĻĨেāύ āĻāĻĒাāϧি āĻĒাāĻā§াāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āϏাāĻĨে āϤাঁāϰ āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ়ে āĻāĻļা āĻŦৃāĻĻ্āϧি āĻĒেāϤে āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϤিāύি āĻāĻāύ āϤৃāϤীāϝ় āĻĄাāĻāύিāϰ āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖীāϰ āĻāĻĨা āĻাāĻŦāĻিāϞেāύ।
Turning to Banquo, he said, “Do you not hope that your children shall be the kings of the future, since, what the witches promised to me has so wonderfully come to pass?”
āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻĢিāϰে āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āĻāĻĒāύি āĻি āĻāĻļা āĻāϰেāύ āύা āϝে āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āϏāύ্āϤাāύেāϰা āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāϤেāϰ āϰাāĻা āĻšāĻŦে, āϝেāĻšেāϤু āĻĄাāĻāύিāϰা āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻাāĻে āϝা āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻļ্āϰুāϤি āĻĻিā§েāĻিāϞ āϤা āĻāϤ āĻāĻŽā§āĻাāϰāĻাāĻŦে āϏāϤ্āϝি āĻĒ্āϰāĻŽাāĻŖিāϤ āĻšā§েāĻে?"
“That hope,” replied Banquo, “might enkindle you to aim at the throne, but oftentimes these ministers of darkness tell us truths in little things, to betray us into deeds of greatest consequence.”
āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻো āĻāϤ্āϤāϰ āĻĻিāϞেāύ, "āϏেāĻ āĻāĻļা āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āϏিংāĻšাāϏāύেāϰ āϞāĻ্āώ্āϝ āϏ্āĻĨিāϰ āĻāϰāϤে āĻāĻĻ্āĻŦুāĻĻ্āϧ āĻāϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰে, āϤāĻŦে āĻĒ্āϰাāϝ়āĻļāĻ āĻ āύ্āϧāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻāĻ āĻŽāύ্āϤ্āϰীāϰা āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻোāĻāĻাāĻো āĻŦিāώā§ে āϏāϤ্āϝ āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞে, āϝাāϤে āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āϏāĻŦāĻেāϝ়ে āĻŦāĻĄ় āĻĒāϰিāĻŖāϤিāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻĒ্āϰāϤাāϰিāϤ āĻāϰা āϝাā§।"
However, the prophesies of the witches had sunk too deep into the mind of Macbeth.
āϝাāĻ āĻšোāĻ, āĻĄাāĻāύিāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖী āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻুāĻŦ āĻāĻীāϰāĻাāĻŦে āĻেঁāĻĨে āĻিā§েāĻিāϞ।
He told his wife about the strange prediction of the three witches, and also its partial accomplishment.
āϤিāύি āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āϤ্āϰীāĻে āϤিāύāĻি āĻĄাāĻāύিāϰ āĻ āĻĻ্āĻুāϤ āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖী āĻāĻŦং āϤাāϰ āĻংāĻļিāĻ āϏāĻĢāϞāϤাāϰ āĻāĻĨা āĻাāύাāύ।
Lady Macbeth spurred on the reluctant purpose of Macbeth who felt compunction at the thoughts of blood.
āϞেāĻĄি āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ, āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻ āύিāĻ্āĻুāĻ āĻāĻĻ্āĻĻেāĻļ্āϝāĻে āĻāϏ্āĻে āĻĻিā§েāĻিāϞেāύ āϝিāύি āϰāĻ্āϤāĻĒাāϤেāϰ āĻাāĻŦāύাāϝ় āĻ āύুāĻļোāĻāύা āĻŦা āĻĻ্āĻŦিāϧা āĻŦোāϧ āĻāϰāĻিāϞেāύ।
She did not cease to represent the murder of the king as a step absolutely necessary to the fulfillment of the flattering prophecy.
āĻāĻ āĻাāĻুāĻাāϰিāϤাāĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖী āĻĒূāϰāĻŖেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻšāϤ্āϝাāĻে āĻāĻāĻি āĻ āϤ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻĒ্āϰāϝ়োāĻāύীāϝ় āĻĒāĻĻāĻ্āώেāĻĒ āĻšিāϏাāĻŦে āϤুāϞে āϧāϰা āĻĨেāĻে āϤিāύি āĻ্āώাāύ্āϤ āĻšāύāύি।
It happened that at this time King Duncan came to visit Macbeth’s castle along with his two sons, Malcolm and Donalbain and numerous Thanes and attendants to honour Macbeth for his triumph against the rebels.
āĻ িāĻ āĻāĻ āϏāĻŽā§েāĻ āϰাāĻা āĻĄাāύāĻাāύ āĻŦিāĻĻ্āϰোāĻšীāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦিāϰুāĻĻ্āϧে āĻā§েāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে āϏāĻŽ্āĻŽাāύিāϤ āĻāϰāϤে āϤাঁāϰ āĻĻুāĻ āĻĒুāϤ্āϰ āĻŽ্āϝাāϞāĻāĻŽ āĻāĻŦং āĻĄāύাāϞ্āĻĄāĻŦেāĻāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻ āϏংāĻ্āϝ āĻĨেāύ āĻ āĻ āύুāĻāϰāĻĻেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āύিā§ে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻĻুāϰ্āĻ āĻĒāϰিāĻĻāϰ্āĻļāύে āĻāϏেāύ।
Inverness, the castle of Macbeth was pleasantly situated on a hill and the air about it was sweet and wholesome.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻĻুāϰ্āĻ āĻāύāĻাāϰāύেāϏ āĻāĻāĻি āĻĒাāĻšাāĻĄ়েāϰ āĻূā§াā§ āĻŽāύোāϰāĻŽ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦেāĻļে āĻ āĻŦāϏ্āĻĨিāϤ āĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻāϰ āĻাāϰāĻĒাāĻļেāϰ āĻŦাāϤাāϏ āĻিāϞ āĻŽিāώ্āĻি āĻ āϏ্āĻŦাāϏ্āĻĨ্āϝāĻāϰ।
The nests that the swallows or the marlets had built under all the jutting friezes and buttresses of the building.
āĻāĻŦাāĻŦিāϞ āĻŦা āĻŽাāϰ্āĻāϞেāĻ āĻĒাāĻিāϰা āĻĻাāϞাāύেāϰ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āĻĒ্āϰāϏাāϰিāϤ āĻাāϰ্āύিāĻļ āĻāĻŦং āĻāϞāĻŽ্āĻŦেāϰ āύিāĻে āĻŦাāϏা āϤৈāϰি āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ।
The king was extremely pleased as he entered the palace not only for its wonderful ambience but also due to the attention and respect of his hostess, Lady Macbeth, who had developed the art of camouflaging her treacherous purposes with smiles and charming etiquette.
āĻĒ্āϰাāϏাāĻĻে āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦেāĻļ āĻāϰে āϰাāĻা āĻ āϤ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻĒ্āϰীāϤ āĻšāϞেāύ āĻেāĻŦāϞ āĻāĻাāύāĻাāϰ āĻāĻŽā§āĻাāϰ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦেāĻļেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝāĻ āύā§, āĻŦāϰং āϤাঁāϰ āĻৃāĻšāĻāϰ্āϤ্āϰী āϞেāĻĄি āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻŽāύোāϝোāĻ āĻ āĻļ্āϰāĻĻ্āϧাāϰ āĻাāϰāĻŖেāĻ, āϝিāύি āĻšাāϏি āĻāĻŦং āĻŽāύāĻŽুāĻ্āϧāĻāϰ āĻļিāώ্āĻাāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻā§াāϞে āύিāĻেāϰ āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏāĻাāϤāĻāϤাāĻŽূāϞāĻ āĻāĻĻ্āĻĻেāĻļ্āϝ āĻোāĻĒāύ āĻāϰাāϰ āĻļিāϞ্āĻĒ āϰāĻĒ্āϤ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞেāύ।
Tired of his long journey the king went early to bed.
āĻĻীāϰ্āĻ āϝাāϤ্āϰাāϝ় āĻ্āϞাāύ্āϤ āϰাāĻা āĻāϞāĻĻি āĻুāĻŽাāϤে āĻেāϞেāύ।
It was the middle of the night.
āϤāĻāύ āĻিāϞ āĻāĻীāϰ āϰাāϤ।
Now over half the world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse sleeping men’s minds, and none but the wolf or the murderer is out for hunt.
āĻāĻāύ āĻĒৃāĻĨিāĻŦীāϰ āĻ āϰ্āϧেāĻ āĻুā§ে āĻĒ্āϰāĻৃāϤি āĻŽৃāϤ āĻŦāϞে āĻŽāύে āĻšāĻ্āĻে, āĻāĻŦং āĻĻুāώ্āĻ āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύ āĻুāĻŽāύ্āϤ āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻŽāύāĻে āĻāϞুāώিāϤ āĻāϰāĻে, āĻāϰ āύেāĻāĻĄ়ে āĻŦা āĻুāύি āĻাā§া āĻেāĻ āĻļিāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻŦাāĻāϰে āύেāĻ।
This was the time when Lady Macbeth woke up to plot the murder of the king.
āĻāĻিāĻ āĻিāϞ āϏেāĻ āϏāĻŽāϝ় āϝāĻāύ āϞেāĻĄি āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϰাāĻাāĻে āĻšāϤ্āϝাāϰ āώāĻĄ়āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰ āĻāϰাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻেāĻে āĻāĻ েāĻিāϞেāύ।
She would not have undertaken a deed so abhorrent to her sex, and she was well aware of her husband’s nature that was too full of the milk of human kindness to execute a contrived murder.
āϤিāύি āϤাঁāϰ āϞিāĻ্āĻেāϰ āĻĒāĻ্āώে āĻāϤ āĻৃāĻŖ্āϝ āĻāĻāĻি āĻাāĻ āĻšাāϤে āύিāϤেāύ āύা, āĻāĻŦং āϤিāύি āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽীāϰ āϏ্āĻŦāĻাāĻŦ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻে āĻুāĻŦ āĻাāϞোāĻাāĻŦেāĻ āĻাāύāϤেāύ āϝে āĻāĻāĻি āĻĒāϰিāĻāϞ্āĻĒিāϤ āĻšāϤ্āϝাāĻাāĻŖ্āĻĄ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒাāĻĻāύ āĻāϰাāϰ āĻĒāĻ্āώে āϤাঁāϰ āĻŽāύ āĻŽাāύāĻŦীā§ āĻĻā§াāϰ্āĻĻ্āϰāϤাā§ āĻ āϤিāϰিāĻ্āϤ āĻĒāϰিāĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ āĻিāϞ।
She knew that her husband was ambitious but he was not prepared for the height of crime which commonly accompanies inordinate ambition.
āϤিāύি āĻাāύāϤেāύ āϝে āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽী āĻāĻ্āĻাāĻাāĻ্āĻ্āώী āĻিāϞেāύ āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻ āϤ্āϝāϧিāĻ āĻāĻ্āĻাāĻাāĻ্āĻ্āώাā§ āϏাāϧাāϰāĻŖāϤ āϝে āϧāϰāύেāϰ āĻāϰāĻŽ āĻ āĻĒāϰাāϧেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰā§োāĻāύ āĻšā§, āϤাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϤিāύি āĻĒ্āϰāϏ্āϤুāϤ āĻিāϞেāύ āύা।
She had won his consent about the murder, but she doubted his resolution, and she feared that the natural tenderness of his disposition would defeat the purpose.
āϤিāύি āĻšāϤ্āϝাāĻাāĻŖ্āĻĄেāϰ āĻŦিāώā§ে āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽীāϰ āϏāĻŽ্āĻŽāϤি āĻāĻĻাā§ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞেāύ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤাঁāϰ āϏংāĻāϞ্āĻĒ āύিā§ে āϤাঁāϰ āϏāύ্āĻĻেāĻš āĻিāϞ, āĻāĻŦং āϤিāύি āĻā§ āĻĒাāĻ্āĻিāϞেāύ āϝে āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽীāϰ āϏ্āĻŦāĻাāĻŦেāϰ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻাāĻŦিāĻ āĻোāĻŽāϞāϤা āĻāĻĻ্āĻĻেāĻļ্āϝāĻিāĻে āĻŦ্āϝāϰ্āĻĨ āĻāϰে āĻĻিāϤে āĻĒাāϰে।
So, armed with a dagger, she approached the king’s chamber.
āϤাāĻ, āĻāĻāĻি āĻāĻ্āĻāϰ āĻšাāϤে āύিā§ে āϤিāύি āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻāĻ্āώেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻāĻিā§ে āĻেāϞেāύ।
There she found Duncan in sound sleep and as she viewed him earnestly, there was something in his face which resembled her own father.
āϏেāĻাāύে āϤিāύি āĻĄাāύāĻাāύāĻে āĻāĻীāϰ āĻুāĻŽে āĻŽāĻ্āύ āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻĒেāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āϝāĻāύ āϤিāύি āϤাঁāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻŽāύোāϝোāĻ āĻĻিā§ে āϤাāĻাāϞেāύ, āϤāĻāύ āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻŽুāĻেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻāĻŽāύ āĻিāĻু āĻāĻāĻা āĻিāϞ āϝা āϤাঁāϰ āύিāĻেāϰ āĻŦাāĻŦাāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻĻেāĻāϤে āϞাāĻāĻিāϞ।
Thus she had not the courage to proceed further.
āĻĢāϞে āĻāϰ āĻāĻিā§ে āϝাāĻā§াāϰ āϏাāĻšāϏ āϤাঁāϰ āĻšāϞো āύা।
She returned to confer with her husband.
āϤিāύি āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽীāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻāϞোāĻāύা āĻāϰাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϞেāύ।
He thought that there were strong reasons against the murder.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻাāĻŦāĻিāϞেāύ āϝে āĻāĻ āĻšāϤ্āϝাāϰ āĻŦিāϰুāĻĻ্āϧে āĻোāϰাāϞো āĻাāϰāĻŖ āϰā§েāĻে।
Macbeth was not only a subject but also a close relative to Duncan.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻĄাāύāĻাāύেāϰ āĻেāĻŦāϞ āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāĻ āĻিāϞেāύ āύা, āĻŦāϰং āϤাঁāϰ āĻāύিāώ্āĻ āĻāϤ্āĻŽীāϝ়āĻ āĻিāϞেāύ।
Besides, he had been a host to the king; so his duty would be to protect the king from the threat of the murderers, not to bear the dagger himself.
āϤা āĻাāĻĄ়া, āϤিāύি āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻāϤিāĻĨেāϝ়āϤা āĻāϰāĻিāϞেāύ; āϤাāĻ āϤাঁāϰ āĻāϰ্āϤāĻŦ্āϝ āĻšāĻā§া āĻāĻিāϤ āĻুāύিāĻĻেāϰ āĻšাāϤ āĻĨেāĻে āϰাāĻাāĻে āϰāĻ্āώা āĻāϰা, āύিāĻে āĻāĻ্āĻāϰ āϧাāϰāĻŖ āĻāϰা āύā§।
He also considered how just and merciful a king this Duncan had been, how clear of offence to his subjects, how loving to his nobility that his subjects are doubly bound to avenge his death.
āϤিāύি āĻāĻšাāĻ āĻŦিāĻŦেāĻāύা āĻāϰāϞেāύ āϝে āĻāĻ āϰাāĻা āĻĄাāύāĻাāύ āĻāϤāĻাāύি āύ্āϝাā§āĻĒāϰাā§āĻŖ āĻ āĻĻā§াāϞু āϰাāĻা āĻিāϞেāύ, āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āĻāϤāĻা āĻ āĻĒāϰাāϧāĻŽুāĻ্āϤ āĻিāϞেāύ, āĻāĻŦং āϤাঁāϰ āĻ āĻিāĻাāϤāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āĻāϤāĻাāĻ āϏ্āύেāĻšāĻļীāϞ āĻিāϞেāύ āϝে āϤাঁāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāϰা āĻĻ্āĻŦিāĻুāĻŖāĻাāĻŦে āϤাঁāϰ āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻļোāϧ āύিāϤে āĻŦাāϧ্āϝ।
Moreover, by the favours of the king, Macbeth stood high in the opinion of all sorts of men, and how would those honours be stained by the reputation of so foul a murder!
āϤা āĻাā§া, āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻ āύুāĻ্āϰāĻšে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϏāϰ্āĻŦāϏ্āϤāϰেāϰ āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻোāĻে āĻ āϤ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻāĻ্āĻে āĻ āĻŦāϏ্āĻĨাāύ āĻāϰāĻিāϞেāύ, āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽāύ āĻāĻāĻি āĻāĻāύ্āϝ āĻšāϤ্āϝাāĻাāĻŖ্āĻĄেāϰ āĻāϞāĻ্āĻে āϏেāĻ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āϏāĻŽ্āĻŽাāύ āĻীāĻাāĻŦে āĻāϞāĻ্āĻিāϤ āĻšāĻŦে!
In these conflicts of the mind Lady Macbeth found that her husband had resolved to proceed no further.
āĻŽāύেāϰ āĻāĻ āĻĻ্āĻŦāύ্āĻĻ্āĻŦāĻুāϞিāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āϞেāĻĄি āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻĒেāϞেāύ āϝে āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽী āĻāϰ āĻ āĻ্āϰāϏāϰ āύা āĻšāĻā§াāϰ āϏিāĻĻ্āϧাāύ্āϤ āύিā§েāĻেāύ।
But she was a woman not easily shaken from her purpose.
āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤিāύি āĻāĻŽāύ āĻāĻ āύাāϰী āĻিāϞেāύ āϝাঁāĻে āϏāĻšāĻে āϤাঁāϰ āĻāĻĻ্āĻĻেāĻļ্āϝ āĻĨেāĻে āĻāϞাāύো āϝেāϤ āύা।
She began to pour in at his ears words tinged with a “valour of her tongue” infusing a portion of her own spirit into his mind, assigning reason upon reason why he should not shrink from the resolution he had earlier undertaken, and how the action of one short night would give to all their nights and days to come sovereign power and royalty!
āϤিāύি āϤাঁāϰ āύিāĻেāϰ āĻŽāύেāϰ āϤেāĻেāϰ āĻāĻাংāĻļ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽীāϰ āĻŽāύে āϏāĻ্āĻাāϰিāϤ āĻāϰāϤে āϤাঁāϰ āĻাāύে "āĻিāĻš্āĻŦাāϰ āĻŦীāϰāϤ্āĻŦে" āϰāĻ্āĻিāϤ āĻāĻĨাāĻŦাāϰ্āϤা āĻĸাāϞāϤে āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰāϞেāύ; āĻāĻেāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻāĻ āϝুāĻ্āϤি āĻĻিā§ে āĻŦোāĻাāϤে āϞাāĻāϞেāύ āĻেāύ āϤাঁāϰ āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŦে āύেāĻā§া āϏংāĻāϞ্āĻĒ āĻĨেāĻে āĻĒিāĻিā§ে āĻāϏা āĻāĻিāϤ āύā§, āĻāĻŦং āĻীāĻাāĻŦে āĻāĻāĻি āϏংāĻ্āώিāĻĒ্āϤ āϰাāϤেāϰ āĻাāĻ āϤাঁāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻাāĻŽী āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āĻĻিāύ āĻ āϰাāϤেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻĒāϰāĻŽ āĻ্āώāĻŽāϤা āĻ āϰাāĻāĻীāϝ়āϤা āĻāύে āĻĻেāĻŦে!
She even accused him of cowardice and fickleness for reverting to his decision.
āύিāĻেāϰ āϏিāĻĻ্āϧাāύ্āϤ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦāϰ্āϤāύেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϤিāύি āĻāĻŽāύāĻি āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽীāĻে āĻীāϰুāϤা āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻĒāϞāϤাāϰ āĻĻাāϝ়ে āĻ āĻিāϝুāĻ্āϤ āĻāϰāϞেāύ।
She also told him how practicable it would be to lay the guilt of the deed on the drunken grooms who were sleeping outside the king’s chamber.
āϤিāύি āϤাāĻে āĻāĻšাāĻ āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ āϝে, āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻāĻ্āώেāϰ āĻŦাāĻāϰে āĻুāĻŽিāϝ়ে āĻĨাāĻা āĻŽাāϤাāϞ āϰāĻ্āώীāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻāĻ āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻĻোāώ āĻাāĻĒাāύো āĻāϤāĻা āϏāĻšāĻ āĻ āĻŦাāϏ্āϤāĻŦāϏāĻŽ্āĻŽāϤ āĻšāĻŦে।
So Macbeth took the dagger in his hand, and softly stole in the dark to the room where Duncan slept.
āϤাāĻ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻšাāϤে āĻāĻ্āĻāϰ āύিāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻ āύ্āϧāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āύিঃāĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻে āϏেāĻ āĻāϰেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻāĻিā§ে āĻেāϞেāύ āϝেāĻাāύে āĻĄাāύāĻাāύ āĻুāĻŽাāĻ্āĻিāϞেāύ।
As he advanced towards the bed-chamber he visualized another dagger hanging in the air with the handle pointed towards him and there were drops of blood on the tip and the blade of the dagger.
āϝāĻāύ āϤিāύি āĻļāϝ়āύāĻāĻ্āώেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻ āĻ্āϰāϏāϰ āĻšāĻ্āĻিāϞেāύ, āϤāĻāύ āϤিāύি āĻŦাāϤাāϏে āĻাāϏāĻŽাāύ āĻāϰেāĻāĻি āĻāĻ্āĻāϰ āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻĒেāϞেāύ āϝাāϰ āĻšাāϤāϞāĻি āϤাঁāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āύিāϰ্āĻĻেāĻļ āĻāϰা āĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻ্āĻāϰেāϰ āĻĄāĻাāϝ় āĻ āĻĢāϞাā§ āϰāĻ্āϤেāϰ āĻĢোঁāĻা āϞেāĻে āĻিāϞ।
Macbeth tried to grasp the dagger, but it faded into the air.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāĻ্āĻāϰāĻি āϧāϰাāϰ āĻেāώ্āĻা āĻāϰāϞেāύ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϏেāĻি āĻŦাāϤাāϏে āĻŽিāϞিā§ে āĻেāϞ।
To his realisation it was only a mere phantasm created from his hot and oppressed brain for the business he had in hand.
āϤিāύি āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻĒাāϰāϞেāύ āϝে āĻāĻি āĻেāĻŦāϞāĻ āĻāĻāĻি āĻ āϞীāĻ āĻāϞ্āĻĒāύা āĻŦা āĻĻৃāώ্āĻিāĻ্āϰāĻŽ āĻিāϞ, āϝা āϤাঁāϰ āĻšাāϤে āĻĨাāĻা āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻāϤ্āϤেāĻāύাā§ āϤাঁāϰ āĻāϤ্āϤāĻĒ্āϤ āĻ āĻ āĻŦāϰুāĻĻ্āϧ āĻŽāϏ্āϤিāώ্āĻ āĻĻ্āĻŦাāϰা āϤৈāϰি āĻšā§েāĻিāϞ।
Overcoming this fear, Macbeth entered Duncan’s room, and slew the hapless king.
āĻāĻ āĻā§ āĻাāĻিā§ে āĻāĻ ে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻĄাāύāĻাāύেāϰ āĻāϰে āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦেāĻļ āĻāϰāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻ āϏāĻšাā§ āϰাāĻাāĻে āĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻāϰāϞেāύ।
Just as he was about to leave the room, one of the grooms, who was sleeping adjacent to the chamber, laughed in his sleep, and the cried out, “Murder” for which both of the grooms woke up;
āĻ িāĻ āϝāĻāύ āϤিāύি āĻāϰ āĻĨেāĻে āĻŦেāϰিā§ে āϝেāϤে āĻāĻĻ্āϝāϤ āĻšāϞেāύ, āϤāĻāύ āϏেāĻ āĻāĻ্āώেāϰ āϏংāϞāĻ্āύ āĻুāĻŽে āĻŽāĻ্āύ āϰāĻ্āώীāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻুāĻŽেāϰ āĻোāϰে āĻšেāϏে āĻāĻ āϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻিā§āĻাāϰ āĻāϰে āĻŦāϞāϞ "āĻুāύ", āϝাāϰ āĻাāϰāĻŖে āĻĻুāĻ āϰāĻ্āώীāĻ āĻেāĻে āĻāĻ āϞ;
but then, one of them said, “God bless us!” and the other responded, “Amen”, and went off to sleep.
āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰে, āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻŦāϞāϞ, "āĻāĻļ্āĻŦāϰ āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽāĻ্āĻāϞ āĻāϰুāύ!" āĻāĻŦং āĻ āύ্āϝāĻāύ āĻāϤ্āϤāϰ āĻĻিāϞ, "āĻāĻŽেāύ (āϤāĻĨাāϏ্āϤু)", āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŦাāϰ āĻুāĻŽিā§ে āĻĒā§āϞ।
Macbeth also tried to say “Amen”, but the word seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he could not utter it.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻ "āĻāĻŽেāύ" āĻŦāϞাāϰ āĻেāώ্āĻা āĻāϰেāĻিāϞেāύ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻāĻি āϝেāύ āϤাঁāϰ āĻāϞাāϝ় āĻāĻāĻে āĻেāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϤিāύি āϤা āĻāĻ্āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻāϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰāϞেāύ āύা।
He felt that he heard a voice which said, “Sleep no more; Macbeth murders sleep, the innocent sleep, that nourishes life. Glamis has murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.”
āϤিāύি āĻ āύুāĻāĻŦ āĻāϰāϞেāύ āϝে āϤিāύি āĻāĻāĻি āĻāĻŖ্āĻ āϏ্āĻŦāϰ āĻļুāύāϤে āĻĒেāϞেāύ āϝা āĻŦāϞāĻিāϞ, "āĻāϰ āĻুāĻŽিāĻ āύা; āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻুāĻŽāĻে āĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻāϰেāĻে—āϏেāĻ āύিāϰ্āĻĻোāώ āĻুāĻŽ, āϝা āĻীāĻŦāύāĻে āĻĒুāώ্āĻ āĻāϰে। āĻ্āϞ্āϝাāĻŽিāϏ āĻুāĻŽāĻে āĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻāϰেāĻে, āĻāĻŦং āϏেāĻ āĻাāϰāĻŖে āĻাāĻāĻĄāϰ āĻāϰ āĻুāĻŽাāĻŦে āύা। āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāϰ āĻāĻāύো āĻুāĻŽাāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻŦে āύা।"
Macbeth thus returned to his wife who by now started to think that he had failed in his objective.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāĻাāĻŦে āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āϤ্āϰীāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϞেāύ, āϝিāύি āϤāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖে āĻাāĻŦāϤে āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰেāĻিāϞেāύ āϝে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻšā§āϤো āϤাঁāϰ āĻāĻĻ্āĻĻেāĻļ্āϝে āĻŦ্āϝāϰ্āĻĨ āĻšā§েāĻেāύ।
He came in such distracted a state that she reproached for his want of resoluteness, and sent him to wash his hands of the blood that stained them.
āϤিāύি āĻāϤāĻাāĻ āĻŦিāĻ্āϰাāύ্āϤ āĻŦা āĻŦিāĻāϞিāϤ āĻ āĻŦāϏ্āĻĨাā§ āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϏেāĻিāϞেāύ āϝে āϞেāĻĄি āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϤাঁāϰ āĻĻৃā§āϤাāϰ āĻ āĻাāĻŦেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϤাঁāĻে āϤিāϰāϏ্āĻাāϰ āĻāϰāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻšাāϤ āϞেāĻে āĻĨাāĻা āϰāĻ্āϤ āϧুā§ে āĻĢেāϞাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϤাঁāĻে āĻĒাāĻ াāϞেāύ।
Meanwhile she took the dagger to stain the cheeks of the grooms with blood in order to make it seem their guilt.
āĻāϤিāĻŽāϧ্āϝে āϤিāύি āĻāĻ্āĻāϰāĻি āύিā§ে āϰāĻ্āώীāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāϞে āϰāĻ্āϤ āĻŽাāĻিā§ে āĻĻিāϤে āĻেāϞেāύ, āϝাāϤে āĻāĻি āϤাāĻĻেāϰāĻ āĻ āĻĒāϰাāϧ āĻŦāϞে āĻŽāύে āĻšā§।
Day broke, and with it the discovery of the murder, and though Macbeth and his wife showed their utmost grief, and the evidence of murder was sufficiently strong against the grooms, yet the entire suspicion fell upon Macbeth.
āĻোāϰ āĻšāϞো āĻāĻŦং āϏেāĻ āϏাāĻĨে āĻšāϤ্āϝাāĻাāĻŖ্āĻĄāĻি āĻাāύাāĻাāύি āĻšā§ে āĻেāϞ; āϝāĻĻিāĻ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāĻŦং āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āϤ্āϰী āĻ āϤ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻāĻীāϰ āĻļোāĻ āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāĻļ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻšāϤ্āϝাāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāĻŽাāĻŖ āϰāĻ্āώীāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦিāϰুāĻĻ্āϧে āϝāĻĨেāώ্āĻ āĻোāϰাāϞো āĻিāϞ, āϤāĻŦুāĻ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āϏāύ্āĻĻেāĻš āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰāĻ āĻিā§ে āĻĒā§āϞ।
Duncan’s two sons fled immediately.
āĻĄাāύāĻাāύেāϰ āĻĻুāĻ āĻĒুāϤ্āϰ āϤā§āĻ্āώāĻŖাā§ āĻĒাāϞিā§ে āĻেāϞেāύ।
Malcolm, the eldest, sought for refuge in the English court, while Donalbain, the youngest son, fled to Ireland.
āĻ্āϝেāώ্āĻ āĻĒুāϤ্āϰ āĻŽ্āϝাāϞāĻāĻŽ āĻংāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āϰাāĻāĻĻāϰāĻŦাāϰে āĻāĻļ্āϰ⧠āĻাāĻāϞেāύ, āĻāϰ āĻāύিāώ্āĻ āĻĒুāϤ্āϰ āĻĄāύাāϞ্āĻĄāĻŦেāĻāύ āĻāϝ়াāϰāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄে āĻĒাāϞিā§ে āĻেāϞেāύ।
With the death of the king, the throne being vacated, and the sons being unavailable, Macbeth who was the next claimer was crowned the king of Scotland.
āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāϰ āĻĒāϰ āϏিংāĻšাāϏāύ āĻļূāύ্āϝ āĻšāĻā§াā§ āĻāĻŦং āĻĒুāϤ্āϰāĻĻেāϰ āĻ āύুāĻĒāϏ্āĻĨিāϤিāϰ āĻাāϰāĻŖে, āĻĒāϰāĻŦāϰ্āϤী āĻĻাāĻŦিāĻĻাāϰ āĻšিāϏাāĻŦে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে āϏ্āĻāĻāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āϰাāĻা āĻšিāϏেāĻŦে āĻŽুāĻুāĻ āĻĒāϰাāύো āĻšāϞো।
Thus the prediction of the weird sisters was literally accomplished.
āĻāĻাāĻŦে āĻ āĻĻ্āĻুāϤ āĻŦোāύেāĻĻেāϰ (āĻĄাāĻāύিāĻĻেāϰ) āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖী āĻāĻ্āώāϰিāĻ āĻ āϰ্āĻĨে āĻŦাāϏ্āϤāĻŦাā§িāϤ āĻšāϞো।
Macbeth and his queen could not forget the prophecy of the weird sisters that though Macbeth would be the king, the children of Banquo, and not of Macbeth, would be the kings after him.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāĻŦং āϤাঁāϰ āϰাāύি āĻĄাāĻāύিāĻĻেāϰ āϏেāĻ āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖী āĻুāϞāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻিāϞেāύ āύা āϝে, āϝāĻĻিāĻ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϰাāĻা āĻšāĻŦেāύ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤাঁāϰ āĻĒāϰে āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āϏāύ্āϤাāύেāϰা āϰাāĻা āĻšāĻŦে, āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āϏāύ্āϤাāύেāϰা āύā§।
The thought, that they had defiled their hands with blood by committing regicide, only to place the posterity of Banquo upon the throne had rankled within them.
āĻāĻ āĻাāĻŦāύাāĻি āϤাঁāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻ্āώāϤ āϏৃāώ্āĻি āĻāϰāĻিāϞ āĻŦা āĻŦিঁāϧāĻিāϞ āϝে, āϤাঁāϰা āϰাāĻāĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻāϰে āύিāĻেāĻĻেāϰ āĻšাāϤ āϰāĻ্āϤে āĻāϞāĻ্āĻিāϤ āĻāϰেāĻেāύ āĻেāĻŦāϞ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āĻŦংāĻļāϧāϰāĻĻেāϰ āϏিংāĻšাāϏāύে āĻŦāϏাāύোāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ।
So Macbeth decided to kill Banquo and his son Fleance to nullify the prediction of the weird sisters.
āϤাāĻ āĻĄাāĻāύিāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖী āύāϏ্āϝাā§ āĻŦা āĻŦ্āϝāϰ্āĻĨ āĻāϰāϤে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻো āĻāĻŦং āϤাঁāϰ āĻĒুāϤ্āϰ āĻĢ্āϞিāϝ়াāύ্āϏāĻে āĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻāϰাāϰ āϏিāĻĻ্āϧাāύ্āϤ āύিāϞেāύ।
To solemnise the kingship a banquet was arranged.
āϰাāĻāĻĒāĻĻ āĻāĻĻāϝাāĻĒāύেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻāĻāĻি āϰাāĻāĻীāϝ় āύৈāĻļāĻোāĻেāϰ āĻŦা āĻোāĻāϏāĻাāϰ āĻā§োāĻāύ āĻāϰা āĻšāϞো।
All the chief Thanes along with Banquo and Fleance were invited.
āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻো āĻāĻŦং āĻĢ্āϞিāϝ়াāύ্āϏāϏāĻš āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āĻĒ্āϰāϧাāύ āĻĨেāύāĻĻেāϰ (āϏাāĻŽāύ্āϤāĻĒ্āϰāĻুāĻĻেāϰ) āĻāĻŽāύ্āϤ্āϰāĻŖ āĻাāύাāύো āĻšā§েāĻিāϞ।
Macbeth appointed some hired assassins and beset them on the way Banquo and his son were supposed to pass.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻিāĻু āĻাā§াāĻে āĻুāύি āύিāϝুāĻ্āϤ āĻāϰāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻো āĻ āϤাঁāϰ āĻেāϞেāϰ āϝাāĻā§াāϰ āĻĒāĻĨে āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāϤ āĻĒেāϤে āĻŦāϏিā§ে āϰাāĻāϞেāύ।
The assassins pounced upon them and killed Banquo, but Fleance managed to escape.
āĻāϤāϤাā§ীāϰা āϤাঁāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻাঁāĻĒিā§ে āĻĒā§āϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāĻে āĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻāϰāϞ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻĢ্āϞিāϝ়াāύ্āϏ āĻোāύোāĻŽāϤে āĻĒাāϞিā§ে āϝেāϤে āϏāĻ্āώāĻŽ āĻšāϞো।
Meanwhile, Macbeth and his wife played the role of perfect hosts with affable and graceful manners that conciliated everyone present in the banquet.
āĻāϤোāĻŽāϧ্āϝে, āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāĻŦং āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āϤ্āϰী āύāĻŽ্āϰ āĻ āĻŽাāϰ্āĻিāϤ āĻāĻāϰāĻŖেāϰ āĻŽাāϧ্āϝāĻŽে āύিāĻুঁāϤ āĻšোāϏ্āĻ āĻŦা āĻৃāĻšāĻāϰ্āϤাāϰ āĻূāĻŽিāĻা āĻĒাāϞāύ āĻāϰāĻিāϞেāύ āϝা āĻোāĻāϏāĻাā§ āĻāĻĒāϏ্āĻĨিāϤ āϏāĻāϞāĻে āϏāύ্āϤুāώ্āĻ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ।
Macbeth discoursed freely with the Thanes and noblemen and regretted the absence of his dearest friend Banquo.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻĨেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻ āĻিāĻাāϤāĻĻেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻোāϞাāĻŽেāϞা āĻāϞোāĻāύা āĻāϰāĻিāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āϤাঁāϰ āĻĒāϰāĻŽ āĻŦāύ্āϧু āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āĻ āύুāĻĒāϏ্āĻĨিāϤিāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻĻুঃāĻ āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāĻļ āĻāϰāĻিāϞেāύ।
No sooner did he lament for his friend whom he was missing in the banquet, than Macbeth saw the ghost of Banquo occupying the seat reserved for him.
āĻোāĻāϏāĻাāϝ় āϝে āĻŦāύ্āϧুāĻে āϤিāύি āĻŽিāϏ āĻāϰāĻিāϞেāύ, āϤাঁāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻŦিāϞাāĻĒ āĻāϰāϤে āύা āĻāϰāϤেāĻ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻĒেāϞেāύ āϝে āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āĻূāϤ āϤাঁāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϏংāϰāĻ্āώিāϤ āĻāϏāύāĻি āĻĻāĻāϞ āĻāϰে āĻŦāϏে āĻāĻে।
At this horrible sight, his cheeks became white with fear, and he stood quite unmannered and unnerved with his eyes fixed upon the ghost.
āĻāĻ āĻāϝ়াāĻŦāĻš āĻĻৃāĻļ্āϝ āĻĻেāĻে āĻāϝ়ে āϤাঁāϰ āĻাāϞ āĻĢ্āϝাāĻাāĻļে āĻšāϝ়ে āĻেāϞ, āĻāĻŦং āϤিāύি āĻূāϤেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻোāĻ āϏ্āĻĨিāϰ āϰেāĻে āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ āĻļিāώ্āĻাāĻাāϰāĻšীāύ āĻ āĻšāϤāĻāĻŽ্āĻŦ āĻšā§ে āĻĻাঁā§িā§ে āϰāĻāϞেāύ।
His queen and all other nobles saw nothing, but perceived him gazing upon an empty chair.
āϤাঁāϰ āϰাāύি āĻāĻŦং āĻ āύ্āϝাāύ্āϝ āĻ āĻিāĻাāϤāϰা āĻিāĻুāĻ āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻĒাāύāύি, āϤāĻŦে āϤাঁāϰা āϞāĻ্āώ্āϝ āĻāϰāϞেāύ āϝে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāĻāĻি āĻাāϞি āĻেā§াāϰেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻāĻāĻĻৃāώ্āĻিāϤে āϤাāĻিā§ে āĻāĻেāύ।
They took it to be a fit of distraction, and Lady Macbeth even reproached him, and told him that it was the same fancy which made him see the dagger in the air when he was about to murder Duncan.
āϤাঁāϰা āĻāĻিāĻে āϏাāĻŽā§িāĻ āĻŽাāύāϏিāĻ āĻŦিāĻ্āϰাāύ্āϤি āĻŦāϞে āϧāϰে āύিāϞেāύ, āĻāĻŦং āϞেāĻĄি āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāĻŽāύāĻি āϤাঁāĻে āϤিāϰāϏ্āĻাāϰ āĻāϰāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ āϝে āĻāĻি āϏেāĻ āĻāĻāĻ āϰāĻāĻŽেāϰ āĻāϞ্āĻĒāύা āϝা āĻĄাāύāĻাāύāĻে āĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻāϰাāϰ āĻ িāĻ āĻāĻে āϤাঁāĻে āĻŦাāϤাāϏে āĻāĻ্āĻāϰ āĻĻেāĻিā§েāĻিāϞ।
But Macbeth continued to visualize the ghost of Banquo, and gave no heed to all the noblemen could say, and addressed the ghost with distracted words.
āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āĻূāϤāĻে āĻĻেāĻāϤেāĻ āϞাāĻāϞেāύ, āĻāĻŦং āĻ āĻিāĻাāϤāϰা āϝা āĻŦāϞāĻিāϞেāύ āϤাāϤে āĻোāύো āĻāϰ্āĻŖāĻĒাāϤ āύা āĻāϰে āĻŦিāĻ্āϰাāύ্āϤ āĻিāϤ্āϤে āĻূāϤেāϰ āĻāĻĻ্āĻĻেāĻļ্āϝে āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞāϤে āϞাāĻāϞেāύ।
Lady Macbeth, fearing the dreadful secret would be disclosed, in great haste dismissed the guests, excusing the infirmity of Macbeth as a disorder he was often troubled with.
āϞেāĻĄি āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ, āĻāĻ āĻāϝ়াāĻŦāĻš āĻোāĻĒāύ āϰāĻšāϏ্āϝ āĻĢাঁāϏ āĻšā§ে āϝাāĻā§াāϰ āĻā§ে, āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻāĻ āĻĻুāϰ্āĻŦāϞāϤাāĻে āĻāĻāĻি āĻĻীāϰ্āĻāĻĻিāύেāϰ āĻŦ্āϝাāϧি āĻšিāϏেāĻŦে āĻ āĻুāĻšাāϤ āĻĻিā§ে āĻুāĻŦ āϤাā§াāĻšুā§ো āĻāϰে āĻ āϤিāĻĨিāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦিāĻĻাā§ āĻĻিāϞেāύ।
Macbeth and his wife had their sleeps affected with terrible dreams, and the blood of Banquo troubled them not more than the escape of Fleance, whom they now looked upon as father to a line of kings who would keep their posterity on the throne.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāĻŦং āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āϤ্āϰীāϰ āĻুāĻŽ āĻāϝ়াāĻŦāĻš āĻĻুঃāϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύে āĻŦিāĻ্āύিāϤ āĻšāϤে āϞাāĻāϞ, āĻāĻŦং āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āϰāĻ্āϤāĻĒাāϤ āϤাঁāĻĻেāϰ āϝāϤāĻা āύা āϤাā§িāϤ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ āϤাāϰ āĻেā§ে āĻŦেāĻļি āĻŦিāĻāϞিāϤ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ āĻĢ্āϞিāϝ়াāύ্āϏেāϰ āĻĒাāϞিā§ে āϝাāĻā§া, āϝাঁāĻে āϤাঁāϰা āĻāĻāύ āĻāĻŽāύ āĻāĻ āϰাāĻāĻŦংāĻļেāϰ āĻāύāĻ āĻšিāϏেāĻŦে āĻĻেāĻāĻিāϞেāύ āϝাāϰা āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦংāĻļāϧāϰāĻĻেāϰ āϏিংāĻšাāϏāύে āĻিāĻিā§ে āϰাāĻāĻŦে।
With these miserable thoughts they found no peace, and Macbeth decided to visit the heath once more in search of the three weird sisters to know his final outcome.
āĻāĻ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰāĻŖাāĻĻাā§āĻ āĻিāύ্āϤাāϰ āĻাāϰāĻŖে āϤাঁāϰা āĻোāύো āĻļাāύ্āϤি āĻĒাāĻ্āĻিāϞেāύ āύা, āĻāĻŦং āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϤাঁāϰ āĻূā§াāύ্āϤ āĻĒāϰিāĻŖāϤি āĻাāύাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻāϰāĻ āĻāĻāĻŦাāϰ āϏেāĻ āĻĒ্āϰাāύ্āϤāϰ āĻŦা āĻŽাāĻ ে āĻ āĻĻ্āĻুāϤ āϤিāύ āĻŦোāύেāϰ āĻোঁāĻে āϝাāĻā§াāϰ āϏিāĻĻ্āϧাāύ্āϤ āύিāϞেāύ।
He found them in a cave near the heath where they were engaged in preparing their dreadful charms by which they conjured up infernal spirits to reveal his futurity.
āϤিāύি āϤাঁāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰাāύ্āϤāϰেāϰ āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻāĻāĻি āĻুāĻšাā§ āĻুঁāĻে āĻĒেāϞেāύ āϝেāĻাāύে āϤাāϰা āϤাঁāĻĻেāϰ āĻā§াāύāĻ āĻাāĻĻু āĻŦা āĻŽāύ্āϤ্āϰ āϤৈāϰিāϤে āĻŦ্āϝāϏ্āϤ āĻিāϞ, āϝাāϰ āĻŽাāϧ্āϝāĻŽে āϤাāϰা āϤাঁāϰ āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝ⧠āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāĻļ āĻāϰাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āύāϰāĻীā§ āĻŦা āĻĒাāϤাāϞāĻĒুāϰীāϰ āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻŦাāĻšāύ āĻāϰāĻিāϞ।
Their horrid ingredients were toads, bats, and serpents, the eye of a newt, the tongue of a dog, the leg of a lizard, the wing of a night-owl, the scale of a dragon, the tooth of a wolf, the mummy of a witch, the root of poisonous hemlock, the gall of a goat, the liver of a Jew, and the finger of a dead child.
āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āϏেāĻ āĻāϝ়াāĻŦāĻš āĻāĻĒাāĻĻাāύāĻুāϞি āĻিāϞ āĻোāϞাāĻŦ্āϝাāĻ, āĻŦাāĻĻুāĻĄ়, āĻāĻŦং āϏাāĻĒ, āύিāĻāĻ āĻĒাāĻিāϰ āĻোāĻ, āĻুāĻুāϰেāϰ āĻিāĻŦ, āĻিāĻāĻিāĻিāϰ āĻĒা, āύিāĻļাāĻāϰ āĻĒেঁāĻাāϰ āĻĄাāύা, āĻĄ্āϰাāĻāύেāϰ āĻঁāĻļ, āύেāĻāĻĄ়েāϰ āĻĻাঁāϤ, āĻĄাāĻāύিāϰ āĻŽāĻŽি, āĻŦিāώাāĻ্āϤ āĻšেāĻŽāϞāĻ āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻŽূāϞ, āĻাāĻāϞেāϰ āĻĒিāϤ্āϤāĻĨāϞি, āĻāĻšুāĻĻিāϰ āϝāĻৃā§ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻāĻি āĻŽৃāϤ āĻļিāĻļুāϰ āĻāĻুāϞ।
All these were set on to boil in a huge cauldron, which was cooled with baboon’s blood;
āĻāĻ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āĻিāĻু āĻāĻāĻি āĻŦিāĻļাāϞ āĻĄেāĻāĻি āĻŦা āĻā§াāĻāϤে āĻĢোāĻাāύোāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϰাāĻা āĻšā§েāĻিāϞ, āϝা āϞāĻ্āĻুāϰ āĻŦা āĻŦাāĻŦুāύ āĻŦাāύāϰেāϰ āϰāĻ্āϤ āĻĻিā§ে āĻ াāύ্āĻĄা āĻāϰা āĻšā§েāĻিāϞ;
to the potion they poured in the blood of a sow that had eaten her young, and they threw into the flame the grease that had sweaten from a murderer’s gibbet.
āϏেāĻ āϤāϰāϞ āĻŽিāĻļ্āϰāĻŖে āϤাāϰা āĻāĻŽāύ āĻāĻ āĻļূāĻāϰীāϰ āϰāĻ্āϤ āĻĸাāϞāϞ āϝে āύিāĻেāϰ āĻŦাāĻ্āĻাāĻĻেāϰ āĻেā§ে āĻĢেāϞেāĻে, āĻāĻŦং āϤাāϰা āĻāĻুāύেāϰ āĻļিāĻাāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻুāύিāϰ āĻĢাঁāϏি āĻাāώ্āĻ āĻĨেāĻে āĻুāĻā§ে āĻĒā§া āĻāϰ্āĻŦি āĻুঁā§ে āĻĻিāϞ।
By these charms they invoked the infernal spirits to answer their questions.
āĻāĻ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āĻŽāύ্āϤ্āϰāĻĒূāϤ āĻাāĻĻুāϰ āĻŽাāϧ্āϝāĻŽে āϤাāϰা āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāĻļ্āύেāϰ āĻāϤ্āϤāϰ āĻĻেāĻā§াāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āύāϰāĻীā§ āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻš্āĻŦাāύ āĻāϰāϞ।
Macbeth demanded to know from them whether he would have his doubts resolved by them or by their masters, the Spirits.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāĻ āĻĨেāĻে āĻাāύāϤে āĻাāĻāϞেāύ āϝে āϤাঁāϰ āϏāύ্āĻĻেāĻšāĻুāϞি āĻি āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻ্āĻŦাāϰা āύাāĻি āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāĻু, āĻ āϰ্āĻĨাā§ āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻ্āĻŦাāϰা āĻĻূāϰ āĻāϰা āĻšāĻŦে।
He was not daunted by the ceremonies that he saw and boldly said, “Where are they? Let me see them.”
āϤিāύি āϝা āĻĻেāĻāĻিāϞেāύ āϏেāĻ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āĻāϰ্āĻŽāĻাāĻŖ্āĻĄে āĻŦিāύ্āĻĻুāĻŽাāϤ্āϰ āĻীāϤ āύা āĻšā§ে āϏাāĻšāϏেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āϤাāϰা āĻোāĻĨাā§? āĻāĻŽাāĻে āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻĻাāĻ।"
So they called the Spirits.
āϤাāĻ āϤাāϰা āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĄাāĻāϞ।
There were three of them.
āϏেāĻাāύে āϤিāύāĻāύ āĻāϤ্āĻŽা āĻিāϞ।
The first one looked like an armed head, and he called Macbeth by name and told him, “Beware of the Thane of Fife.”
āĻĒ্āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāĻে āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻāĻāĻি āĻļিāϰāϏ্āϤ্āϰাāĻŖ āĻĒāϰা āĻŦা āϏāĻļāϏ্āϤ্āϰ āĻŽাāĻĨাāϰ āĻŽāϤো āϞাāĻāĻিāϞ, āĻāĻŦং āϏে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে āύাāĻŽ āϧāϰে āĻĄেāĻে āĻŦāϞāϞ, "āĻĢাāĻāĻĢেāϰ āĻĨেāύ āĻĨেāĻে āϏাāĻŦāϧাāύ āĻĨেāĻো।"
Macbeth thanked him for the caution.
āĻāĻ āϏāϤāϰ্āĻāĻŦাāϰ্āϤাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϤাāĻে āϧāύ্āϝāĻŦাāĻĻ āĻাāύাāϞেāύ।
He was jealous of Macduff, the Thane of Fife.
āϤিāύি āĻĢাāĻāĻĢেāϰ āĻĨেāύ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āĻāϰ্āώাāύ্āĻŦিāϤ āĻিāϞেāύ।
The second Spirit arose in the likeness of a bloody child.
āĻĻ্āĻŦিāϤীāϝ় āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāĻি āĻāĻāĻি āϰāĻ্āϤাāĻ্āϤ āĻļিāĻļুāϰ āĻ āĻŦā§āĻŦে āĻāĻŦিāϰ্āĻূāϤ āĻšāϞো।
He called Macbeth by name, and told him to have no fear of death, but to laugh and scorn at the power of man born naturally of a woman’s womb.
āϏে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে āύাāĻŽ āϧāϰে āĻĄাāĻāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāϰ āĻāϝ় āύা āĻĒেāϤে āĻŦāϞāϞ, āĻŦāϰং āύাāϰীāϰ āĻāϰ্āĻ āĻĨেāĻে āϏ্āĻŦাāĻাāĻŦিāĻāĻাāĻŦে āĻāύ্āĻŽ āύেāĻāϝ়া āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻ্āώāĻŽāϤাāĻে āĻāĻĒāĻšাāϏ āĻ āĻ āĻŦāĻ্āĻা āĻāϰāϤে āĻŦāϞāϞ।
He advised him to be bold, bloody and resolute.
āϏে āϤাঁāĻে āϏাāĻšāϏী, āϰāĻ্āϤāĻĒিāĻĒাāϏু āĻ āĻĻৃā§āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻ্āĻ āĻšāϤে āĻĒāϰাāĻŽāϰ্āĻļ āĻĻিāϞ।
“Then live Macduff,” remarked the king, “What need do I fear of you, Macduff? But yet I will make assurance doubly sure.
"āϤাāĻšāϞে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢ, āϤুāĻŽি āĻŦেঁāĻে āĻĨাāĻো," āϰাāĻা āĻŽāύ্āϤāĻŦ্āϝ āĻāϰāϞেāύ, "āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢ, āϤোāĻŽাāĻে āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻāϝ় āĻĒাāĻā§াāϰ āĻী āĻĻāϰāĻাāϰ? āϤāĻŦুāĻ āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻŽাāϰ āϏুāϰāĻ্āώাāĻে āĻĻ্āĻŦিāĻুāĻŖ āύিāĻļ্āĻিāϤ āĻāϰāĻŦ।
You shall not live so that I may tell the pale-hearted Fear that it lies, and sleep in spite of thunder.”
āϤুāĻŽি āĻŦেঁāĻে āĻĨাāĻāĻŦে āύা āϝাāϤে āĻāĻŽি āϏেāĻ āĻĢ্āϝাāĻাāĻļে āĻšৃāĻĻā§েāϰ āĻāϝ়āĻে āĻŦāϞāϤে āĻĒাāϰি āϝে āϏে āĻŽিāĻĨ্āϝাāĻŦাāĻĻী, āĻāĻŦং āĻŦāĻ্āϰāĻĒাāϤেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝেāĻ āύিāĻļ্āĻিāύ্āϤে āĻুāĻŽাāϤে āĻĒাāϰি।"
The third spirit arose in the form of a crowned child with a tree in his hand.
āϤৃāϤীāϝ় āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāĻি āĻšাāϤে āĻāĻāĻি āĻাāĻ āύিā§ে āĻŽুāĻুāĻ āĻĒāϰিāĻšিāϤ āĻļিāĻļুāϰূāĻĒে āĻāĻŦিāϰ্āĻূāϤ āĻšāϞো।
He also called Macbeth by name, and comforted him against conspiracies, and told him that he should never be vanquished, until the wood of Birnam to Dunsinane Hill would come.
āϏেāĻ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে āύাāĻŽ āϧāϰে āĻĄাāĻāϞ āĻāĻŦং āώā§āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰেāϰ āĻŦিāϰুāĻĻ্āϧে āϤাঁāĻে āĻāĻļ্āĻŦāϏ্āϤ āĻāϰে āĻŦāϞāϞ āϝে, āϝāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āύা āĻŦাāϰ্āύাāĻŽেāϰ āĻāĻ্āĻāϞ āĻĄাāύāϏিāύেāύ āĻĒাāĻšাā§েāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻāϞে āĻāϏāĻে, āϤāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āϤিāύি āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻĒāϰাāĻিāϤ āĻšāĻŦেāύ āύা।
“Who can unfix the forest, and move it from its earth-bound roots?” said the king.
"āĻে āĻāĻ্āĻāϞāĻে āĻāĻĒā§ে āĻĢেāϞāϤে āĻĒাāϰে āĻāĻŦং āĻŽাāĻিāϰ āĻāĻীāϰে āĻĨাāĻা āĻļিāĻā§ āĻĨেāĻে āϤাāĻে āϏāϰাāϤে āĻĒাāϰে?" āϰাāĻা āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ।
“I see I shall live the usual period of man’s life, and not be cut off by a violent death.
"āĻāĻŽি āĻĻেāĻāĻি āϝে āĻāĻŽি āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻাāĻŦিāĻ āĻā§ুāώ্āĻাāϞ āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻŦাঁāĻāĻŦ āĻāĻŦং āĻোāύো āĻšিংāϏ্āϰ āĻŦা āĻāĻāϏ্āĻŽিāĻ āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāϤে āĻ āĻাāϞে āĻāϰে āĻĒā§āĻŦ āύা।
But my heart throbs to know one thing: tell me, if you can tell me so much, if Banquo’s issue shall ever reign this kingdom?”
āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻāĻি āĻিāύিāϏ āĻাāύাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻুāϞ āĻšā§ে āĻāĻ āĻে: āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻŦāϞো, āϝāĻĻি āϤোāĻŽāϰা āĻāϤāĻিāĻু āĻŦāϞāϤে āĻĒাāϰো, āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āĻŦংāĻļāϧāϰেāϰা āĻি āĻāĻāύো āĻāĻ āϰাāĻ্āϝ āĻļাāϏāύ āĻāϰāĻŦে?"
Here the cauldron sank into the ground, and a noise of music was heard, and eight shadows, like kings, passed by Macbeth, and Banquo was the last figure, all smeared with blood, and Banquo smiled at Macbeth.
āĻāĻ āϏāĻŽā§ āĻā§াāĻāĻি āĻŽাāĻিāϰ āύিāĻে āϤāϞিā§ে āĻেāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻāĻি āϏāĻ্āĻীāϤেāϰ āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ āĻļোāύা āĻেāϞ, āĻāĻŦং āϰাāĻাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻāĻāĻি āĻাā§া āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻĒাāĻļ āĻĻিā§ে āĻāϞে āĻেāϞ, āĻāϰ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻো āĻিāϞ āϏāϰ্āĻŦāĻļেāώ āĻŽূāϰ্āϤি, āϝে āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ āϰāĻ্āϤে āĻŽাāĻাāĻŽাāĻি āĻšā§ে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤাāĻিā§ে āĻšাāϏāĻিāϞ।
Banquo bore a glass which showed the figures of many more, and pointed to the images.
āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āĻšাāϤে āĻāĻāĻি āĻā§āύা āĻিāϞ āϝা āĻāϰāĻ āĻ āύেāĻেāϰ āĻ āĻŦā§āĻŦ āĻĻেāĻাāĻ্āĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϏে āϏেāĻ āĻāĻŦিāĻুāϞিāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻāĻ্āĻিāϤ āĻāϰāĻিāϞ।
Macbeth realized that these were the posterity of Banquo, who would reign after him in Scotland.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻĒাāϰāϞেāύ āϝে āĻāϰা āϏāĻŦাāĻ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āĻোāϰ āĻŦংāĻļāϧāϰ, āϝাāϰা āϤাঁāϰ āĻĒāϰে āϏ্āĻāĻāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄ āĻļাāϏāύ āĻāϰāĻŦে।
The three witches danced with a sound of soft music, and making a show of duty and welcome to Macbeth, vanished in the air.
āĻĄাāĻāύি āϤিāύāĻāύ āĻŽৃāĻĻু āϏāĻ্āĻীāϤেāϰ āϤাāϞে āύাāĻāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āĻāϰ্āϤāĻŦ্āϝ āĻ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻāϤ āĻাāύাāύোāϰ āĻাāύ āĻāϰে āĻŦাāϤাāϏে āĻŽিāϞিā§ে āĻেāϞেāύ।
The first news that Macbeth got soon after coming out of the witches’ cave was that Macduff, the Thane of Fife, had fled to England, to join the army which was forming against him under the leadership of Malcolm to displace Macbeth, and set Malcolm, the right heir, upon the throne of Scotland.
āĻĄাāĻāύিāĻĻেāϰ āĻুāĻšা āĻĨেāĻে āĻŦেāϰ āĻšāĻā§াāϰ āĻĒāϰāĻĒāϰāĻ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻĒ্āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āϝে āĻāĻŦāϰāĻি āĻĒেāϞেāύ āϤা āĻšāϞো āĻĢাāĻāĻĢেāϰ āĻĨেāύ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢ āĻংāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄে āĻĒাāϞিā§ে āĻেāĻেāύ, āĻŽ্āϝাāϞāĻāĻŽেāϰ āύেāϤৃāϤ্āĻŦে āϤাঁāϰ āĻŦিāϰুāĻĻ্āϧে āĻāĻ িāϤ āĻšāϤে āĻĨাāĻা āϏেāύাāĻŦাāĻšিāύীāϤে āϝোāĻ āĻĻিāϤে—āϝাāϤে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে āĻšāĻিā§ে āϏāĻ িāĻ āĻāϤ্āϤāϰাāϧিāĻাāϰী āĻŽ্āϝাāϞāĻāĻŽāĻে āϏ্āĻāĻāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āϏিংāĻšাāϏāύে āĻŦāϏাāύো āϝাā§।
Stung with rage, Macbeth set upon the castle of Macduff.
āĻ্āϰোāϧে āĻ āύ্āϧ āĻšā§ে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢেāϰ āĻĻুāϰ্āĻেāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻā§াāĻ āĻšāϞেāύ।
Macduff’s wife and children, whom the Thane had left behind in Scotland, were brutally slaughtered.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢেāϰ āϏ্āϤ্āϰী āĻ āϏāύ্āϤাāύāĻĻেāϰ, āϝাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĨেāύ āϏ্āĻāĻāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄে āϰেāĻে āĻিā§েāĻিāϞেāύ, āύিāϰ্āĻŽāĻŽāĻাāĻŦে āĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻŦা āĻāĻŦাāĻ āĻāϰা āĻšāϞো।
These merciless activities had gradually alienated the nobility from Macbeth.
āĻāĻ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āύিāϰ্āĻŽāĻŽ āĻāϰ্āĻŽāĻাāĻŖ্āĻĄ āϧীāϰে āϧীāϰে āĻ āĻিāĻাāϤāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻĨেāĻে āĻŦিāĻ্āĻিāύ্āύ āĻāϰে āĻĻিāϞ।
Many fled to join Malcolm and Macduff, who were now approaching with a powerful army, which had been raised in England, and the rest secretly wished success to their arms, though for fear of Macbeth they could not take active part.
āĻ āύেāĻে āĻŽ্āϝাāϞāĻāĻŽ āĻāĻŦং āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āϝোāĻ āĻĻিāϤে āĻĒাāϞিā§ে āĻেāϞেāύ, āϝাঁāϰা āĻāĻāύ āĻংāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄে āϏংāĻৃāĻšীāϤ āĻāĻāĻি āĻļāĻ্āϤিāĻļাāϞী āĻŦাāĻšিāύী āύিā§ে āĻāĻিā§ে āĻāϏāĻিāϞেāύ, āĻāĻŦং āĻŦাāĻিāϰা āĻোāĻĒāύে āϤাঁāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦাāĻšিāύীāϰ āϏাāĻĢāϞ্āϝ āĻাāĻŽāύা āĻāϰāĻিāϞেāύ, āϝāĻĻিāĻ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻā§ে āϤাঁāϰা āϏāĻ্āϰিā§ āĻ ংāĻļ āύিāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻিāϞেāύ āύা।
Everybody hated Macbeth, the tyrant.
āĻĒ্āϰāϤ্āϝেāĻেāĻ āĻāĻāύাā§āĻ āĻŦা āĻ āϤ্āϝাāĻাāϰী āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে āĻৃāĻŖা āĻāϰāϤ।
Nobody honoured him, but all suspected him, and he began to envy the condition of Duncan, who now slept soundly in his grave, against whom treason had done its worst.
āĻেāĻ āϤাঁāĻে āϏāĻŽ্āĻŽাāύ āĻāϰāϤ āύা āĻŦāϰং āϏāĻŦাāĻ āϤাঁāĻে āϏāύ্āĻĻেāĻš āĻāϰāϤ, āĻāĻŦং āϤিāύি āĻĄাāύāĻাāύেāϰ āĻ āĻŦāϏ্āĻĨাāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āĻāϰ্āώা āĻĒ্āϰāĻাāĻļ āĻāϰāϤে āϞাāĻāϞেāύ āϝিāύি āĻāĻāύ āϤাঁāϰ āĻāĻŦāϰে āĻļাāύ্āϤিāϤে āĻুāĻŽাāĻ্āĻেāύ āĻāĻŦং āϝাঁāϰ āĻŦিāϰুāĻĻ্āϧে āϰাāĻāĻĻ্āϰোāĻšিāϤা āϤাāϰ āĻāϰāĻŽ āĻ্āώāϤি āĻāϰে āĻĢেāϞেāĻে।
Neither steel nor poison, domestic malice nor foreign levies, could hurt him any longer.
āϤāϰāĻŦাāϰি āĻŦা āĻŦিāώ, āĻĒাāϰিāĻŦাāϰিāĻ āĻŦা āĻ āĻ্āϝāύ্āϤāϰীāĻŖ āĻŦিāĻĻ্āĻŦেāώ āĻিংāĻŦা āĻŦিāĻĻেāĻļি āĻāĻ্āϰāĻŽāĻŖ—āĻোāύো āĻিāĻুāĻ āϤাঁāĻে āĻāϰ āĻāĻাāϤ āĻāϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻŦে āύা।
Meanwhile the Queen, who had been the sole partner in his wickedness, in whose bosom he could sometimes seek a momentary repose from those terrible dreams which afflicted them both, passed away.
āĻāϤোāĻŽāϧ্āϝে āϰাāύি, āϝিāύি āϤাঁāϰ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āĻĒাāĻĒাāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻāĻāĻŽাāϤ্āϰ āϏāĻ্āĻী āĻিāϞেāύ, āϝাঁāϰ āĻŦুāĻে āϤিāύি āĻŽাāĻে āĻŽাāĻে āϏেāĻ āĻāϝ়াāĻŦāĻš āĻĻুঃāϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύ āĻĨেāĻে āĻ্āώāĻŖিāĻেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻļাāύ্āϤি āĻুঁāĻāϤেāύ āϝা āϤাঁāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻā§āĻেāĻ āĻĒীā§িāϤ āĻāϰāϤ, āϤিāύি āĻŽাāϰা āĻেāϞেāύ।
Unable to bear the remorse of guilt she began to suffer from somnambulism and she ultimately died.
āĻĒাāĻĒেāϰ āĻ āύুāĻļোāĻāύা āϏāĻš্āϝ āĻāϰāϤে āύা āĻĒেāϰে āϤিāύি āϏোāĻŽāύাāĻŽāĻŦুāϞিāĻāĻŽ āĻŦা āύিāĻĻ্āϰাāĻ্āϰāĻŽāĻŖ (āĻুāĻŽে āĻšাঁāĻাāϰ āϰোāĻ) āϰোāĻে āĻুāĻāϤে āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰেāĻিāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻ āĻŦāĻļেāώে āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāĻŦāϰāĻŖ āĻāϰেāύ।
Macbeth was left alone;
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ āĻāĻা āĻšā§ে āĻĒā§āϞেāύ;
he grew careless of life and longed for death.
āϤিāύি āĻীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āĻāĻĻাāϏীāύ āĻšā§ে āĻāĻ āϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāϰ āĻāĻাāĻ্āĻ্āώা āĻāϰāϤে āϞাāĻāϞেāύ।
The near approach of Malcolm’s army roused in him what remained of his ancient courage, and he determined to die with armour on his back.
āĻŽ্āϝাāϞāĻāĻŽেāϰ āϏেāύাāĻŦাāĻšিāύীāϰ āύিāĻāĻāĻŦāϰ্āϤী āĻšāĻā§া āϤাঁāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻ āĻŦāĻļিāώ্āĻ āĻĒ্āϰাāĻীāύ āϏাāĻšāϏেāϰ āϏāĻ্āĻাāϰ āĻāϰāϞ, āĻāĻŦং āϤিāύি āĻĒিāĻ ে āĻŦāϰ্āĻŽ āϧাāϰāĻŖ āĻāϰে āĻŦীāϰেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻŽāϰাāϰ āϏংāĻāϞ্āĻĒ āĻāϰāϞেāύ।
The hollow promises of the three witches had also filled in him a kind false confidence, and he remembered the prophecies of the spirits that no one born of a woman’s womb could kill him.
āĻĄাāĻāύি āϤিāύāĻāύেāϰ āĻ āύ্āϤঃāϏাāϰāĻļূāύ্āϝ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻļ্āϰুāϤিāĻ āϤাঁāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻāĻ āϧāϰāĻŖেāϰ āĻŽিāĻĨ্āϝা āĻāϤ্āĻŽāĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āĻাāĻিā§ে āϤুāϞেāĻিāϞ, āĻāĻŦং āϤাঁāϰ āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āϏেāĻ āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāĻĻ্āĻŦাāĻŖী āĻŽāύে āĻিāϞ āϝে āύাāϰীāϰ āĻāϰ্āĻ āĻĨেāĻে āĻāύ্āĻŽ āύেāĻā§া āĻোāύো āĻŽাāύুāώāĻ āϤাঁāĻে āĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻāϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻŦে āύা।
He also believed in the soothsaying that he could never be vanquished until Birnam wood would come to Dunsinane, which he thought was impossible.
āϤিāύি āĻāĻ āĻĻৈāĻŦāĻŦাāĻŖীāϤেāĻ āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞেāύ āϝে āϝāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āύা āĻŦাāϰ্āύাāĻŽেāϰ āĻāĻ্āĻāϞ āĻĄাāύāϏিāύেāύে āĻāϏāĻে āϤāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āϤিāύি āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻ āĻĒāϰাāĻিāϤ āĻĨাāĻāĻŦেāύ, āϝা āĻāĻা āĻ āϏāĻŽ্āĻāĻŦ āĻŦāϞে āϤিāύি āĻŽāύে āĻāϰāϤেāύ।
So he shut himself up in his own castle, which was thought to be absolutely impregnable, and waited for Malcolm to invade it.
āϤাāĻ āϤিāύি āύিāĻেāĻে āύিāĻেāϰ āĻĻুāϰ্āĻেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻ āĻŦāϰুāĻĻ্āϧ āĻāϰে āύিāϞেāύ, āϝা āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ āĻ āĻĒāϰাāĻেāϝ় āĻŦা āĻĻুāϰ্āĻেāĻĻ্āϝ āĻŦāϞে āĻŽāύে āĻāϰা āĻšāϤো, āĻāĻŦং āĻŽ্āϝাāϞāĻāĻŽেāϰ āĻāĻ্āϰāĻŽāĻŖেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻ āĻĒেāĻ্āώা āĻāϰāϤে āϞাāĻāϞেāύ।
Finally, a day came, when a messenger approached him, pale and trembling with fear, almost unable to report to Macbeth that which he had seen, and yet he averred that, as he stood on the hill for his watch, he chanced to see the Birnam and perceived the wood to be moving.
āĻ āĻŦāĻļেāώে āĻāĻāĻĻিāύ āĻāĻ āĻĻূāϤ āĻĢ্āϝাāĻাāĻļে āĻŽুāĻে āĻāĻŦং āĻā§ে āĻাঁāĻĒāϤে āĻাঁāĻĒāϤে āϤাঁāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻāϞো, āϏে āϝা āĻĻেāĻেāĻিāϞ āϤা āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে āĻাāύাāϤে āĻĒ্āϰাā§ āĻ āϏāĻŽāϰ্āĻĨ āĻিāϞ, āϤāĻŦুāĻ āϏে āĻĻৃā§āϤাāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻŦāϞāϞ āϝে, āϏে āϝāĻāύ āĻĒাāĻšাā§ে āĻĒাāĻšাāϰাāϰāϤ āĻ āĻŦāϏ্āĻĨাā§ āĻĻাঁā§িā§েāĻিāϞ, āϤāĻāύ āϏে āĻšāĻ াā§ āĻŦাāϰ্āύাāĻŽেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤাāĻিā§ে āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻĒেāϞ āϝে āĻāĻ্āĻāϞāĻি āϝেāύ āĻāϤিāĻļীāϞ āĻŦা āύā§াāĻā§া āĻāϰāĻে।
“Liar”, roared Macbeth, “if you speak false, you shall be hanged alive upon the next tree, till famine ends your life.”
"āĻŽিāĻĨ্āϝাāĻŦাāĻĻী," āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻāϰ্āĻে āĻāĻ āϞেāύ, "āϝāĻĻি āϤুāĻŽি āĻŽিāĻĨ্āϝা āĻŦāϞে āĻĨাāĻো, āϤāĻŦে āĻ āύাāĻšাāϰে āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻীāĻŦāύ āĻļেāώ āύা āĻšāĻā§া āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āϤোāĻŽাāĻে āĻĒাāĻļেāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻ্āϝাāύ্āϤ āĻুāϞিā§ে āϰাāĻা āĻšāĻŦে।"
By now Macbeth had begun to doubt the equivocal sayings of the three spirits.
āĻāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϤিāύāĻি āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāϰ āĻĻ্āĻŦ্āϝāϰ্āĻĨāĻŦোāϧāĻ āĻŦা āĻোāϞāĻŽেāϞে āĻŦাāĻŖীāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āϏāύ্āĻĻেāĻš āĻāϰāϤে āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰেāĻিāϞেāύ।
He never feared of being vanquished till Birnam wood should advance towards Dunsinane, and now the wood did move.
āĻŦাংāϞা ā¤ā¤¸ā¤ŽेāĻŦাāĻĻ: āĻŦাāϰ্āύাāĻŽেāϰ āĻāĻ্āĻāϞ āĻĄাāύāϏিāύেāύেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻ āĻ্āϰāϏāϰ āύা āĻšāĻā§া āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āϤিāύি āĻĒāϰাāĻিāϤ āĻšāĻā§াāϰ āĻā§ āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻĒাāύāύি, āĻāϰ āĻāĻāύ āĻāĻ্āĻāϞāĻি āĻāϏāϞেāĻ āύā§āĻিāϞ।
“However,” said Macbeth, “if this which he vouches be true, let us take arms and move out.
"āϝাāĻ āĻšোāĻ," āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āϏে āϝা āύিāĻļ্āĻিāϤ āĻāϰāĻে āϤা āϝāĻĻি āϏāϤ্āϝ āĻšā§, āϤāĻŦে āĻāϞো āĻ āϏ্āϤ্āϰ āϤুāϞে āύিāĻ āĻāĻŦং āĻŦাāĻāϰে āϝাāĻ।
There is no fleeing from hence, nor staying in here.
āĻāĻাāύ āĻĨেāĻে āĻĒাāϞাāύোāϰāĻ āĻোāύো āĻāĻĒাā§ āύেāĻ, āĻāĻŦাāϰ āĻেāϤāϰে āĻĨাāĻাāϰāĻ āĻĒāĻĨ āύেāĻ।
I begin to be weary of the sun, and wish my life is at an end.”
āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻ āϏূāϰ্āϝেāϰ āĻāϞোā§ āĻ্āϞাāύ্āϤ āĻŦোāϧ āĻāϰāĻি āĻāĻŦং āĻাāĻŽāύা āĻāϰি āϝেāύ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻীāĻŦāύ āĻāĻāύ āĻļেāώ āĻšā§ে āϝাā§।"
Saying these he sallied forth upon the besiegers who had now reached the castle.
āĻāĻ āĻāĻĨাāĻুāϞি āĻŦāϞে āϤিāύি āϏেāĻ āĻ āĻŦāϰোāϧāĻাāϰীāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻাঁāĻĒিā§ে āĻĒā§āϞেāύ āϝাāϰা āϤāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖে āĻĻুāϰ্āĻে āĻĒৌঁāĻে āĻিā§েāĻিāϞ।
The strange sight of the moving wood was easily solved.
āĻāϞāύ্āϤ āĻāĻ্āĻāϞেāϰ āϏেāĻ āĻ āĻĻ্āĻুāϤ āĻĻৃāĻļ্āϝেāϰ āϰāĻšāϏ্āϝ āϏāĻšāĻেāĻ āĻāύ্āĻŽোāĻিāϤ āĻŦা āϏāĻŽাāϧাāύ āĻšā§ে āĻেāϞ।
When the besieging army advanced towards the castle through the wood of Birnam, Malcolm, like an astute general, instructed all his soldiers to hew down a bough and bear it before them so that they could conceal the actual number of invaders to Macbeth.
āĻ āĻŦāϰোāϧāĻাāϰী āϏৈāύ্āϝāϰা āϝāĻāύ āĻŦাāϰ্āύাāĻŽেāϰ āĻāĻ্āĻāϞেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝ āĻĻিā§ে āĻĻুāϰ্āĻেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻ āĻ্āϰāϏāϰ āĻšāĻ্āĻিāϞ, āϤāĻāύ āĻŽ্āϝাāϞāĻāĻŽ āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻāϤুāϰ āĻŦা āĻŦিāĻāĻ্āώāĻŖ āϏেāύাāĻĒāϤিāϰ āĻŽāϤো āϤাঁāϰ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āϏৈāύ্āϝāĻে āĻāĻāĻি āĻāϰে āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻĄাāϞ āĻেāĻে āϤা āύিāĻেāĻĻেāϰ āϏাāĻŽāύে āϧāϰে āϰাāĻাāϰ āύিāϰ্āĻĻেāĻļ āĻĻিā§েāĻিāϞেāύ āϝাāϤে āϤাঁāϰা āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻāĻ্āϰāĻŽāĻŖāĻাāϰীāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāĻৃāϤ āϏংāĻ্āϝা āĻোāĻĒāύ āϰাāĻāϤে āĻĒাāϰেāύ।
This marching of soldiers with boughs in their hands had appeared, from a distance, like a moving wood, and the messenger was evidently frightened.
āĻšাāϤে āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻĄাāϞ āύিā§ে āϏৈāύ্āϝāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻ āĻĒāĻĻāϝাāϤ্āϰা āĻĻূāϰ āĻĨেāĻে āĻāĻāĻি āĻāϞāύ্āϤ āĻāĻ্āĻāϞেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻĻেāĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ, āĻāĻŦং āĻĻূāϤāĻি āϏ্āĻŦাāĻাāĻŦিāĻāĻাāĻŦেāĻ āĻāϤে āĻā§ āĻĒেā§ে āĻিā§েāĻিāϞ।
Thus the words of the spirits brought to pass, in a sense different from that in which Macbeth understood, and so he lost his confidence.
āĻāĻাāĻŦে āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦাāĻŖীāĻুāϞি āϏāϤ্āϝ āĻĒ্āϰāĻŽাāĻŖিāϤ āĻšāϞো, āϤāĻŦে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϝেāĻাāĻŦে āĻŦুāĻেāĻিāϞেāύ āϤাāϰ āĻĨেāĻে āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ āĻিāύ্āύ āĻ āϰ্āĻĨে, āĻāĻŦং āĻĢāϞāϏ্āĻŦāϰূāĻĒ āϤিāύি āϤাঁāϰ āĻāϤ্āĻŽāĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āĻšাāϰিā§ে āĻĢেāϞāϞেāύ।
A fierce skirmish took place, in which Macbeth slaughtered all those who challenged him, until he faced Macduff, and remembering the caution of the spirit who had counselled him to stay away from the Thane of Fife, he would have turned back, but Macduff who had been seeking him through the whole fight, opposed his turning, and a fierce contest ensued.
āĻāĻāĻি āĻāϝ়াāĻŦāĻš āĻšাāϤাāĻšাāϤি āĻŦা āĻāĻŖ্āĻĄāϝুāĻĻ্āϧ āĻļুāϰু āĻšāϞো, āϝাāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϤাঁāĻে āĻ্āϝাāϞেāĻ্āĻ āĻāϰা āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āϏৈāύ্āϝāĻে āĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻāϰāϞেāύ, āϝāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āύা āϤিāύি āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢেāϰ āĻŽুāĻোāĻŽুāĻি āĻšāϞেāύ; āĻāĻŦং āĻĢাāĻāĻĢেāϰ āĻĨেāύ āĻĨেāĻে āĻĻূāϰে āĻĨাāĻাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāϰ āϏেāĻ āϏāϤāϰ্āĻāĻŦাāϰ্āϤাāϰ āĻāĻĨা āĻŽāύে āĻāϰে āϤিāύি āĻšā§āϤো āĻĒিāĻāĻĒা āĻšāϤেāύ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢ āϝিāύি āĻĒুāϰো āϝুāĻĻ্āϧ āĻুā§ে āϤাঁāĻে āĻুঁāĻāĻিāϞেāύ, āϤিāύি āϤাঁāϰ āĻĢিāϰে āϝাāĻā§াāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻāĻāϞে āĻĻাঁā§াāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻāĻি āϤীāĻŦ্āϰ āϞā§াāĻ āĻļুāϰু āĻšāϞো।
Macduff reproached him and called him a tyrant, murderer, hell- hound and a villain for brutally slaughtering his wife and his innocent children by hired murderers.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢ āϤাঁāĻে āϤিāϰāϏ্āĻাāϰ āĻāϰāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻাā§াāĻে āĻুāύিāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻ্āĻŦাāϰা āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āϤ্āϰী āĻ āύিāώ্āĻĒাāĻĒ āϏāύ্āϤাāύāĻĻেāϰ āύিāϰ্āĻŽāĻŽāĻাāĻŦে āĻšāϤ্āϝা āĻāϰাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϤাঁāĻে āĻ āϤ্āϝাāĻাāϰী, āĻুāύি, āύāϰāĻেāϰ āĻুāĻুāϰ āĻāĻŦং āĻিāϞেāύ āĻŦা āĻāϞāύাā§āĻ āĻŦāϞে āĻĄাāĻāϞেāύ।
Then Macbeth remembered the words of the spirit, and boldly proclaimed, “I bear a charmed life which must not yield to a man born naturally of a woman.”
āϤāĻāύ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨেāϰ āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāϰ āĻŦাāĻŖী āĻŽāύে āĻĒā§āϞ āĻāĻŦং āϤিāύি āϏাāĻšāϏেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻোāώāĻŖা āĻāϰāϞেāύ, "āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻ āĻ āϞৌāĻিāĻ āĻŦা āĻŽাā§াāĻŦāĻĻ্āϧ āĻীāĻŦāύ āϧাāϰāĻŖ āĻāϰāĻি āϝা āĻোāύো āύাāϰীāϰ āĻāϰ্āĻে āϏ্āĻŦাāĻাāĻŦিāĻāĻাāĻŦে āĻāύ্āĻŽ āύেāĻā§া āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻাāĻে āύāϤি āϏ্āĻŦীāĻাāϰ āĻāϰāĻŦে āύা।"
At this Macduff snubbed him and declared that he was never, as the ordinary man is naturally born, but was untimely taken out from his mother’s womb.
āĻāϤে āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢ āϤাঁāĻে āĻāĻĒāĻšাāϏ āĻŦা āϧāĻŽāĻ āĻĻিā§ে āĻোāώāĻŖা āĻāϰāϞেāύ āϝে āϏাāϧাāϰāĻŖ āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āϤিāύি āϏ্āĻŦাāĻাāĻŦিāĻāĻাāĻŦে āĻāύ্āĻŽ āύেāύāύি, āĻŦāϰং āϏāĻŽā§েāϰ āĻāĻেāĻ āϤাঁāϰ āĻŽাā§েāϰ āĻāϰ্āĻ āĻিāϰে (āϏিāĻাāϰিā§াāύ āĻĒāĻĻ্āϧāϤিāϤে) āϤাঁāĻে āĻŦেāϰ āĻāϰা āĻšā§েāĻিāϞ।
Macbeth lost his strength and resoluteness.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āϤাঁāϰ āĻļāĻ্āϤি āĻāĻŦং āĻŽাāύāϏিāĻ āĻĻৃā§āϤা āĻšাāϰিā§ে āĻĢেāϞāϞেāύ।
He lamented, in future a man should never believe the lying equivocations of witches and juggling spirits, who deceive us in words that have double meanings;
āϤিāύি āĻ āύুāϤাāĻĒ āĻāϰে āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, āĻāĻŦিāώ্āϝāϤে āĻোāύো āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰāĻ āĻĄাāĻāύি āĻāĻŦং āĻĒ্āϰāϤাāϰāĻ āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽিāĻĨ্āϝা āĻĻ্āĻŦ্āϝāϰ্āĻĨāĻŦোāϧāĻ āĻŦাāĻŖী āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āĻāϰা āĻāĻিāϤ āύā§, āϝাāϰা āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻŽāύ āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ āĻŦা āĻāĻĨাāϰ āĻŽাāϧ্āϝāĻŽে āĻĒ্āϰāϤাāϰিāϤ āĻāϰে āϝাāϰ āĻĻুāĻি āĻ āϰ্āĻĨ āĻĨাāĻে;
and while they keep their promise literally, they disappoint us by providing different meanings.
āĻāĻŦং āϝāĻāύ āϤাāϰা āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻļ্āϰুāϤি āĻāĻ্āώāϰিāĻ āĻ āϰ্āĻĨে āϰāĻ্āώা āĻāϰে, āϤāĻāύ āĻিāύ্āύ āĻ āϰ্āĻĨ āĻŦা āĻĒāϰিāĻŖāϤি āĻĒ্āϰāĻĻাāύেāϰ āĻŽাāϧ্āϝāĻŽে āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻšāϤাāĻļ āĻāϰে।
He then refused to fight against Macduff.
āϤিāύি āϤāĻāύ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢেāϰ āĻŦিāϰুāĻĻ্āϧে āϝুāĻĻ্āϧ āĻāϰāϤে āĻ āϏ্āĻŦীāĻাāϰ āĻāϰāϞেāύ।
Macduff who abhorred him, scornfully told him that they would imprison him and demonstrate him to the laity as a tyrant, quite like the way monsters are displayed.
āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢ, āϝিāύি āϤাঁāĻে āĻāϰāĻŽ āĻৃāĻŖা āĻāϰāϤেāύ, āĻ āĻŦāĻ্āĻাāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ āϝে āϤাঁāϰা āϤাঁāĻে āĻŦāύ্āĻĻি āĻāϰāĻŦেāύ āĻāĻŦং āϏাāϧাāϰāĻŖ āĻāύāĻāĻŖেāϰ āϏাāĻŽāύে āĻāĻ āĻ āϤ্āϝাāĻাāϰী āĻļাāϏāĻ āĻšিāϏেāĻŦে āĻĒ্āϰāĻĻāϰ্āĻļāύ āĻāϰāĻŦেāύ, āĻ িāĻ āϝেāĻাāĻŦে āϰাāĻ্āώāϏ āĻŦা āĻ āĻĻ্āĻুāϤ āĻĻাāύāĻŦāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāĻĻāϰ্āĻļāύ āĻāϰা āĻšā§।
“Never.” said Macbeth, “I will not live to kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet.”
"āĻāĻāύāĻ āύā§," āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨ āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, "āϤāϰুāĻŖ āĻŽ্āϝাāϞāĻāĻŽেāϰ āĻĒাā§েāϰ āύিāĻেāϰ āĻŽাāĻি āĻুāĻŽ্āĻŦāύ āĻāϰাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻāĻŽি āĻŦেঁāĻে āĻĨাāĻāĻŦ āύা।"
His valiance returned with despair and he threw upon Macduff who after a great struggle overpowered him and severed his head and presented it to the young and lawful new king.
āĻšāϤাāĻļাāϰ āϏাāĻĨেāĻ āϤাঁāϰ āĻŦীāϰāϤ্āĻŦ āĻŦা āĻĒāϰাāĻ্āϰāĻŽ āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϞো āĻāĻŦং āϤিāύি āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻĄাāĻĢেāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻাঁāĻĒিā§ে āĻĒā§āϞেāύ, āϝিāύি āĻāĻ āĻāĻ োāϰ āϏংāĻ্āϰাāĻŽেāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻŽ্āϝাāĻāĻŦেāĻĨāĻে āĻĒāϰাāϏ্āϤ āĻāϰāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āϤাঁāϰ āĻŽাāĻĨা āĻেāĻে āĻāύে āϤāϰুāĻŖ āĻ āύ্āϝাā§āϏāĻ্āĻāϤ āύāϤুāύ āϰাāĻাāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻāĻĒāĻšাāϰ āĻšিāϏেāĻŦে āĻĒেāĻļ āĻāϰāϞেāύ।
Malcolm, then, ascended the throne amid acclamations of the noblemen and the people of Scotland.
āĻŽ্āϝাāϞāĻāĻŽ āϤāĻāύ āϏ্āĻāĻāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āĻ āĻিāĻাāϤ āĻ āϏাāϧাāϰāĻŖ āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻāύāύ্āĻĻāϧ্āĻŦāύি āĻ āĻā§āϧ্āĻŦāύিāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝ āĻĻিā§ে āϏিংāĻšাāϏāύে āĻāϰোāĻšāĻŖ āĻāϰāϞেāύ।
āĻĒ্āϰিā§ āĻাāϤ্āϰ-āĻাāϤ্āϰীāϰা, āϤোāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻ āĻীāϤি āĻĻূāϰ āĻāϰāϤে English with KK Sir āĻŦ্āϞāĻে āĻāĻ āύিā§ে āĻāϞাāĻŽ Macbeth-āĻāϰ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ āĻ
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āĻāĻ āĻĒোāϏ্āĻে āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻি āĻুāϰুāϤ্āĻŦāĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ āĻĻৃāĻļ্āϝāĻে āĻāĻŽāύāĻাāĻŦে āĻেāĻে āϏāĻšāĻ āĻŦাংāϞাā§ āĻŦুāĻিā§ে āĻĻেāĻā§া āĻšā§েāĻে, āϝা āϤোāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āϏ্āĻুāϞেāϰ āĻেāĻ্āϏāĻ āϰিāĻĄিং-āĻāϰ āĻĒাāĻļাāĻĒাāĻļি āĻŦā§ āĻĒ্āϰāĻļ্āύ (LAQ) āĻāĻŦং āϏংāĻ্āώিāĻĒ্āϤ āĻĒ্āϰāĻļ্āύেāϰ (SAQ) āĻāϤ্āϤāϰ āύিāĻে āĻĨেāĻে āϞিāĻāϤে ā§§ā§Ļā§Ļ% āϏাāĻšাāϝ্āϝ āĻāϰāĻŦে।
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