As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air 1

With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

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 served,
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 believed,
That palter with us in a double sense; 2

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.'

Macb.

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 opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last: before my body

The air which cannot be cut.
2 Shuffle with ambiguous expressions.

I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold! enough!' [Exeunt, fighting.

Retreat. Florish. Re-enter, with Drums and Colors,

MALCOLM, OLD SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.

Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arrived.

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 lived 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 measured by his worth, for then

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.

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:

And 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.

where stands

Behold,

The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,1
That speak my salutation in their minds;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,-
Hail, king of Scotland!

All.

Hail, king of Scotland!

[florish.

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 kins

men,

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honor named. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,-
As calling home our exiled friends abroad,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,

1 i. e. thy nobles; the ornaments of thy kingdom.

Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life ;-this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the 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.

[florish. Exeunt.

KING JOHN.

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