E Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out! And wish the estate o'the world were now undone. SCENE VI-The same. A Plain before the Castle. And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, Sir. Fare you well. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII-The same. Another part of the Plain. Enter Macbeth. Mach. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's he, That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none. Enter young Siward. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. 7o. Siw. No; tho' thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Macb My name's Macbeth. To. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Sir. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [They fight, and young Siward is slain. Mach. Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter Macduff. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy face: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be; [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, Re-enter Macbeth. Mach. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Macd. Re-enter Macduff. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd Macd I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Mach. [They fight. Thou losest labour: As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: I bear a charmed life, 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. Mach. 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. And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant. Macb. I'll not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, I throw my warlike shield: Lay on Macduff; 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 Sirv. 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 Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: Mal. And that I'll spend for him. He's worth more sorrow, He's worth no more; Siw. They say, he parted well, and paid his score: So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort. 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: Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,- All. King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ; [Flourish. Exeunt. |