And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born; ار [Exeunt fighting. SCENE VIII. Alarum, Retreat and Flourish. Enter with Drum and Colours, Mal colm, Siward, Roffe, Thanes, and Soldiers. Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. Siw. Some muft go off: and yet by thefe I fec, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is miffing, and your noble fon. Roffe. Your fon, my Lord, has paid a foldier's debt He only liv'd but 'till he was a man, The which no fooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unfhrinking ftation where he fought, But like a man he dy'd. Siw. Then is he dead? Roffe. Ay, and brought off the field: your caufe of forrow Muft not be meafur'd by his worth, for then It hath no end. Siw. Had he his hurts before? Siw. Why then, God's foldier be he! I would not wish them to a fairer death: Mal. He's worth more forrow, And that I'll spend for him. Siw. He's worth no more; They fay he parted well, and paid his fcore, Macd. Hail, King! for fo thou art. Behold, where Th' ufurper's curfed head; the time is free : That speak my falutation in their minds : Whofe voices I defire aloud with mine. Hail, King of Scotland! hail! All. Hail, King of Scotland! [ftands [Flourish. Mal. Mal. We fhall not fpend a large expence of time, And make us even with you. Thanes and kinsmen, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like Queen ; [Flourish. Exeunt - omnes IN PROL O. GUE. N Troy, there lyes the fcene: from Iles of Greece With wanton Paris fleeps, and that's the quarrel. And the deep-drawing barks do there difgorge And correfponfive and full-filling bolts, Now Expectation tickling skittish spirits To tell you (fair beholders) that our play Like, or find fault, do as your pleasures are, VOL. VIII, N DRA |