I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st bes
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited : Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum.

Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.

Siw. This way, my lord;—the castle's gently ren

der'd :
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.
Mal.

We have met with foes
That strike beside us,
Siw.

Enter, sir, the castle,

[Exeunt. Alarum,

Re-enter MACBETH.

Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes ·Do better upon them.

Re-enter MACDUFF.

Macd.

Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee :
But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd
With blood of thine already.
Mucd.

I have no words,
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!

[They fight.

Macb.

Thou losest labour : As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed : Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; I bear a charmed life 65, which must not yield To one of woman born. Macd.

Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp’d.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense ;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.—I'll not fight with thee.

Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit,
Here may you see the tyrant.
Dsacb.

I'll not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last : Before my body
I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff;
And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough.

[Exeunt, fighting Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Colours,

MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Rosse, LENOX, ANGUS,
CATHNESS, Menteth, and Soldiers.
Mal. I would the friends we miss, were safe arriv'd.

Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only liv'd but till he was a man ; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died. Siw.

Then he is dead ? Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause

of sorrow
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Siw.

Why then, God's soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death :
And so his knell is knoll'd 66.
Mal.

He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. Siw.

He's worth no more ; They say, he parted well, and paid his score : So, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

Siw.

Re-enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head on a pole.
Macd. Hail, king ! for so thou art: Behold, where

stands
The usurper's cursed head : the time is free:
I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl 67,
That speak my salutation in their minds ;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,-
Hail, king of Scotland !
All.

King of Scotland, hail !

(Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour nam’d. What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time,As calling home our exisd friends abroad, That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; Producing forth the cruel ministers Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands Took off her life ;-This, and what needful else That calls upon us,

grace

of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place :
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

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