SCOTS ON THE ROCKS

by Richard Nathan

 Act I

Scene 1

An open plane.  A witch's cauldron sits in the middle of the stage.  Three WITCHES enter, as lightning flashes and thunder rumbles.  Their names are WITCH-WITCH, WEIRD-WITCH, and SPELL-WITCH.  Suddenly the cauldron lights up with the words "THE WEIRD SISTERS" and the Witches burst into song with a boogie-woogie beat:

                                           WITCHES
                                    (singing)
                        When shall we three meet again?
                        In thunder, lightening, or in rain?
                        When the hurly-burly's done.
                        That's when the battle's lost and won!

                        It's lost!
                        It's won!
                        It's lost!
                        It's won!
                        That will be 'ere set of sun!

                        Where shall we three meet once more?
                        At the beach or on the shore?
                        When it's time to cause some pain!
                        Then it's time to vex the Thane!

                        We'll pain
                        The Thane!
                        We'll pain!
                         The Thane!

                        Then we'll do it all again!

The Witches end their song and curtsey to the audience.  Witch-Witch introduces them.

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        Thank you!  My name is Witch-Witch.  This is
                        my sister, Weird-Witch.  And this is my other 
                        sister, Spell-Witch.  And together, we are The
                        Weird Sisters!

The Witches perform a brief encore to the same tune as their earlier song.

                                                WITCHES
                                    (singing)
                        Fair is foul, and foul is fair!
                        Fair is foul, and foul is fair!
                        You've got to hover through
                        The fog and filthy air!

They continue to sing as they dance off the stage.

                                               WITCHES
                                    (singing and exiting)
                        It's foul!
                        It's fair!
                        It's foul!
                        It's fair.
                        Hover though that fog and filthy air!!!

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Scene 2

A camp of Scottish soldiers.  Enter KING DUNCAN with his sons MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.  King Duncan is a painfully infantile idiot.  His eldest son should be played by a mature, bald, fat man who wears shorts.  Donalbain is his younger brother.  Also enter LENNOX, a Scottish soldier, and a bleeding SERGEANT, along with some ATTENDANTS.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        What bloody man is this, with the cuts and the
                        wounds, and the ow-ies.  Somebody get this
                        man a Band-Aid!

                                                MALCOLM
                        Pop, this is the sergeant who fought in that 
                        battle with your cousin Banquo and with your
                        other cousin!

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        My other cousin?  Oh, you mean Mac—

Malcolm slaps his hand over his father's mouth, to prevent him from speaking the unlucky name!

                                                MALCOLM
                        You crazeee!  Don't say that!!!  How many 
                        times do I have to tell you?  It's unlucky to 
                        say the name of your other cousin!  People 
                        who say it die!

Malcolm takes his hand off of his father's mouth.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        They die just because they say Mac—

Just in time, Malcolm slaps the hand back.

                                                MALCOLM
                        Stop that!  If you weren't my father, I'd give 
                        you such a hit!  Now why don't you ask the 
                        bloody sergeant about the battle?

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        What about the battle, bloody sergeant?  You
                        look like you're got hurt very badly.

                                                SERGEANT
                        The doctor predicts that I shall live, provided
                        that my wound does not reopen.

                                                MALCOLM
                        Tell us about the battle!

                                                SERGEANT
                        Doubtful it stood; as two spent swimmers that
                        do cling together.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        That doesn't make any sense.  How can it stand
                        like two swimmers.  Swimmers don't stand!  
                       
They float!

                                                MALCOLM
                        That's right, Pop!  You tell him!  Can I hit him?

                                                SERGEANT
                        Please don't hit me.  If my wound reopens, I  
                        shall die!

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        All right.  Just tell us about the battle.  But no 
                        swimming!

                                                SERGEANT
                        As you wish, your Majesty.  It was going badly
                        for our side, when your two cousins joined the 
                        battle!  "Who are those two new warriors?" one
                        of the enemy soldiers asked.  And another enemy
                        soldier answered, "It's Banquo and –"  and then 
                        he said the name of your other cousin.  And as 
                        soon as the soldier spoke that unlucky name, the 
                        tide of battle turned, and victory was ours!  But
                        I am faint.  My gashes cry for help!

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        You mean we won just because the other side  
                        said Banquo!

                                                SERGEANT
                        Not Banquo!  Mac--.  Oops, that was close.  
                       
I almost said "Macbeth."

As soon as the Sergeant says the unlucky name, his wound opens and blood spurts across the stage.  He screams and dies.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        Oh boy!  He's dead!  He's really dead.  I think
                        that name killed him.  Somebody take away that
                        bloody dead man's bloody dead body, which is 
                        dead!

The Attendants remove the body as ROSS, another Scottish soldier, enters.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        Who comes here now?

                                                MALCOLM
                        That's the Thane of Ross, Pop!

                                                ROSS
                        I come from Fife, great King, where we have
                        defeated that wretched traitor, the Thane of
                        Cawdor.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        That's good.  I like it when we defeat wretched
                        traitors, because wretched traitors are not nice
                        people.  But I didn't know the Thane of Chowder
                        was a traitor.

                                                ROSS
                        Not Chowder!  Cawdor!

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        I think I'll give his title to Mac—

Malcolm slaps his hand over King Duncan's mouth.  Duncan realizes his mistake and cringes.  Malcolm removes his hand.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        Give his title to my other cousin.  Not Banquo,
                        but the other one.

                                                ROSS
                        You mean the Thane of Glamis!

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        Yes!  Him!  The Thane of Clams!  I'll make him
                        the Thane of Clams and Chowder.

                                                ROSS
                        That's Glamis and Cawdor!  I'll see it done.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        What the traitor hath lost, the Thane of Clams 
                        hath won!

                                                ROSS
                        Glamis!  

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Scene 3

On a heath, the three Weird Sisters enter singing to a boogie-woogie beat:

                                                WITCHES
                                    (singing)
                        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,
                        And eight to the bar!

The song ends abruptly.

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        Peace!  The charm's wound up!

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.  Macbeth is a chubby, boyish man.  The entire world picks on him.  Banquo is an ordinary Scottish highlander.

                                                MACBETH
                        So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Banquo spots the witches.

                                                BANQUO
                        Who in the name of Pete are these ugly women?

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        I am Witch-Witch.

                                                WEIRD-WITCH
                        I am Weird-Witch.

                                                SPELL-WITCH
                        I am Spell-Witch.

                                                MACBETH
                                    (to Witch-Witch)
                        I'm sorry.  I didn't catch your names.  You're
                        which witch?

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        Yes.

                                                MACBETH
                        Which witch?

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        Yes.

                                                MACBETH
                        What's your name?

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        Witch-witch.

                                                  MACBETH
                        You!

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        That's right!

                                                MACBETH
                        What's right?

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        I'm Witch-Witch!

                                                MACBETH
                        That's what I'm asking!

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        That's what I'm answering!

                                                MACBETH
                        Tell me your name!!!

                                                 WITCH-WITCH
                        Witch!

                                                MACBETH
                        How many names have you got?

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        I have a first name and a last name.

                                                MACBETH
                        You have a first name...

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        Which is witch.

                                                MACBETH
                        And you have a last name!

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        Which is witch.

                                                MACBETH
                        How should I know which is which!  It's your
                        name!!!

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        That's right!

                                                MACBETH
                        You are so weird!!!

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                                    (pointing to Weird-Witch)
                        No, she's Weird-Witch.  I'm Witch-Witch!

                                                MACBETH
                        I don't want to talk to you anymore!

Macbeth walks over to Spell-Witch.

                                                MACBETH
                                    (to Spell-Witch)
                        Are you a witch?

                                                SPELL-WITCH
                        Of course.

                                                MACBETH
                        Which witch are you?

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        That's me.

                                                MACBETH
                                    (to Witch-Witch)
                        I said I didn't want to talk to you anymore!!!

Macbeth turns back to Spell-Witch.

                                                MACBETH
                                    (to Spell-Witch)
                        What's your name?

                                                SPELL-WITCH
                        Spell-Witch.

                                                MACBETH

                        W - I - T - C - H.  Now what's your name?

                                                SPELL-WITCH
                        Spell-Witch.

                                                MACBETH

                        I just spelled it!  Now are you going to answer
                        my question?

                                                SPELL-WITCH
                        I just answered it!

                                                MACBETH
                        Then why don't I know which witch you are?

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        I'm Witch-Witch.

                                                MACBETH
                        I'm not talking to you!

                                                BANQUO

                        It's very simple, you great daft fool.  This
                        witch's name is Witch-Witch.  Her first name
                        is Witch and her last name is Witch.

                                                MACBETH
                        Which is her first name?

                                                BANQUO

                        Yes!  The noun "Witch," not the adjective
                        "which"!

                                                MACBETH
                        Which of you is the Adjective Witch?

                                                BANQUO
                        No, no, no!  Don't you understand the difference
                        between the two witches?

                                                MACBETH
                        These are three witches!

                                                BANQUO
                        I mean two different words which are spelled
                        differently.

                                                MACBETH
                        Spell witch.

                                                SPELL-WITCH
                        That's me!

                                                MACBETH
                        Can we please go back to the war now?  This
                         is making my head hurt!

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        All hail, Macbeth!  Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!

                                                WEIRD-WITCH
                        All hail, Macbeth!  Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!

                                                SPELL-WITCH
                        All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter!

Macbeth and Banquo are shocked.

                                                MACBETH
                        Did you hear that?  They all just said my name
                        and they didn't die!  That is so weird.

                                                WEIRD-WITCH
                        I am Weird-Witch!

                                                MACBETH
                        Don't start with that!  Don't start that again!!!

                                                BANQUO
                        All right now!  We've heard what you have 
                        to say about my cousin!  What do you say 
                        about me?

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        Hail!

                                                WEIRD-WITCH
                        Hail!

                                                SPELL-WITCH
                        Hail!

                                                MACBETH
                        The hail you say!

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

                                                WEIRD-WITCH
                        Not so happy, yet much happier.

                                                SPELL-WITCH
                        Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.

                                                BANQUO
                        I shall get kings?

                                                MACBETH
                        Yeah.  When somebody says, "Where's the 
                        King?"  you say, "I'll get him."

                                                SPELL-WITCH
                        No!  I mean Banquo shall be the father of 
                        kings!  So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

                                                WITCH-WITCH
                        Banquo and Macbeth all hail!

                                                MACBETH
                        Wait a minute!  Wait just a minute!  You can 
                        call me all sorts of nice names, but you're not 
                        fooling anybody.  I'm the Thane of Glamis, but 
                        I'm not the Thane of Cawdor.  And the idea that 
                        I could be King!  It's ridiculous!  It's absurd!

                                                BANQUO
                        It's nauseating!  It's the most vile, disgusting,
                        revolting nonsense I've ever heard.

                                                MACBETH
                        You tell them, cousin!

Macbeth pats Banquo on the back as the witches exit, unnoticed by Macbeth and Banquo.

                                                BANQUO
                        You, a King!  It's enough to make me lose 
                        the haggis I had for lunch!

                                                MACBETH
                        They must think we're pretty dumb, believing 
                        I could be King, or even Thane of Cawdor!

Enter Ross.

                                                ROSS
                        Hail, Thane of Glamis!  The King has just made
                        you Thane of Cawdor.

Macbeth does the world's biggest double take.

                                                MACBETH
                        But the Thane of Cawdor lives!

                                                ROSS
                        Not for long.  He has been condemned for 
                        treason!

Macbeth steps away from the others, lost in thought!

                                                MACBETH
                        I'm the Thane of Cawdor!  Boy, is my wife 
                        going to be surprised to hear that.  She always
                        said I'd never amount to anything, but now I'm
                        two Thanes: the Thane of Glamis and Cawdor.
                       
I wonder where Cawdor is.  I better find out.
                       
While I'm at it, it's about time I learned where 
                        Glamis is.

                                                BANQUO
                        Come on, you big dumb thane!  We wait upon
                        your leisure.

                                                MACBETH
                        I'm sorry.  My dull brain was wrought with 
                        things forgotten.  Come, friends!

Macbeth leads the others off the stage.

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Scene 4

At King Duncan's palace at Forres.  Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, and various Attendants.  

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        Is the execution done on Cawdor?

                                                MALCOLM
                        I heard he's dead, Pop!  He put on a really 
                        good show.  They said that nothing in his life 
                        became him like the leaving it.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        He put on a show!  Wait until I die!  I'll show 
                        you a show.  People will be dying to see me 
                        dead, I'm going to die so dead.

                                                MALCOLM
                        What if you die off stage, like the Thane of 
                        Cawdor.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        He deserved to die off stage!  I trusted him!  
                       
He fooled me completely!  No one will ever 
                        fool me like that again!

Enter Macbeth.  King Duncan greets him with open arms.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        Oh worthiest cousin!

Enter Banquo and Ross, behind Macbeth.

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        I'm glad you're all here!  I have an announcement
                        to make.  I've decided to name the person who 
                        will become King of Scotland when I die!  And 
                        that person is . . . my son Malcolm!   I name him
                        Malcolm, Prince of Cumberlain!

Macbeth is shocked by this news.  He stands apart from the others and considers.

                                                MACBETH
                        The witches promised I'd be King!  What am I 
                        going to do now?  I've got two living kings in 
                        front of me.  Stars, hide your fires.  Let not light 
                        see my black and deep desires.

He exits. 

                                                KING DUNCAN
                        Hey, where's the Thane of Clams and Chowder 
                        going?  He was supposed to invite all of us to 
                        dinner at his castle at Inverness.  Let's go after   
                        him.  He is a peerless kinsman.

King Duncan leads everyone else offstage as they follow Macbeth.

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Scene 5

In Macbeth's castle in Inverness, Lady Macbeth enters and reads a letter.  There should be a chair onstage, with a large cushion on it.

                                                LADY MACBETH
                                    (reading)
                        "They met me in the day of success, and predicted
                        my promotion to Thane of Cawdor, and then said
                        I would be King.  Now I am Thane of Cawdor.  
                       
I know not what to make of it."

Lady Macbeth puts aside the letter.  From the corners of the stage, the witches creep on, but Lady Macbeth doesn't notice them.

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        Glamis thou art, and Cawdor!  And you shall be
                        what you were promised.  But I fear your nature.
                       
You are too full of the milk of human kindness. 
                       
I will have to take things in hand, myself!  Come, 
                        you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me 
                        here!

The witches move to center stage, singing and dancing.  Lady Macbeth doesn't notice them.

                                                WITCHES
                                    (singing)
                        We'll unsex you here!
                        Do not show any doubt or fear!
                        Just growl and sneer,
                        Scratch your crotch,
                        And swig a beer!
                        And we'll unsex you here!

The witches gesture magically.  There is an explosion of flash powder, and suddenly Lady Macbeth has become a man – a tall, waspish man, with a neat little mustache.  I will continue to refer to Lady Macbeth as "she" in the stage directions, but starting from here, for as long as she lives, she should be portrayed by a man.

The witches exit.  Enter Macbeth.

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        Great Glamis!  Worthy Cawdor!

                                                MACBETH
                        Who are you?

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        I'm your wife, Gruoch!

                                                MACBETH
                        Who?

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        Gruoch!  That's your wife's name.

                                                MACBETH
                        I never heard that.  Nobody ever told me her 
                        name was Gruoch!

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        I was keeping it secret.  If your name was Gruoch,
                        would you tell everyone?

                                                MACBETH
                        So if you're my wife, why are you telling me now?

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        To prove I'm her.  She was the only one who knew
                        it, so I must be her!

                                                MACBETH
                        You're not my wife!  My wife isn't a man!

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        Oh that!  That's nothing to worry about. 
                        just said, "Spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, 
                        unsex me here," and I was turned into a man.  
                       
But I'm sure it's only temporary.  It's nothing to 
                        worry about.

                                                    MACBETH
                        That's easy for you to say!  What's King Duncan 
                        going to say when he sees you?

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        The King?  Is he coming here?

                                                MACBETH
                        Tonight!

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        And when is he going hence?

                                                MACBETH
                        Tomorrow.

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        Never shall sun that morrow see!  I can read your
                        face like a book.  I know what your planning.

                                                MACBETH
                        I'm planning to get out of here!

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        I like your plan, but you've got to make sure no
                        one else finds out about it.  You've got to look 
                        like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under 
                        it.

                                                MACBETH
                        Oh, you want me to make an asp of myself.

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        No!  I'm talking about appearances versus reality.  
                       
You've go to convince King Duncan that you're 
                        his most loyal follower.  We'll practice!  I'll  
                        pretend to be the King, and you be you.  Come 
                        and tell me that dinner is being served.

Lady Macbeth sits on a chair, and acts like a King lost in thought.

                                                MACBETH
                        You're the King and I'm me, and I'm supposed 
                        to tell you it's time for dinner.  I think I can manage
                        that. 

Macbeth steps up to Lady Macbeth and makes a slight bow.

                                                MACBETH
                        Excuse me, your majesty.  Your meal is ready.

Lady Macbeth stands, grabs the cushion from the chair, and starts beating Macbeth over the head with it.

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        On your knees, you pestilent dunghill!  How dare
                        you speak to your King in such familiar tones?

                                                MACBETH
                        I'm sorry, your royal highness.

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        You are the sorriest excuse for a man it has ever
                        been my misfortune to meet, you lumpish, clay-
                        brained pig!

                                                MACBETH
                        What did I do?  Tell me, what did I do?

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        You dare to question your King?  What are you, 
                        some vile assassin?

Lady Macbeth hits Macbeth even harder with the cushion.  He begs for mercy.

                                                MACBETH
                        No, I'm not an assassin!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry! 
                        swear I didn't mean to question you!  I apologize!

Lady Macbeth stops beating Macbeth. 

                                                LADY MACBETH
                        You apologize?  No, it is I who should apologize. 
                        I was so caught up with affairs of state, I didn't 
                        stop to see your side of things.  I was unjust to   
                        you. 
Will you accept my apology?

                                                MACBETH
                        Sure,