I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st be; [Exit. Alarum. Mac. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die 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. Macd. I have no words; My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain 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, which must not yield To one of woman born. Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, 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: "Here may you see the tyrant." I will not yield, Macb. [Exeunt, fighting. Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and Colours, MAL- Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. 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. Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then 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. 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, That speak my salutation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, All. Hail, king of Scotland! Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen, 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, [Flourish. Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. [Flourish. Exeunt. PRINTED BY BERNHARD TAUCHNITZ. |