Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.- Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I shall report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar, and slave! [Striking him. Macb. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!— There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. And wish the estate o'the world were now undone.- [Exeunt SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle. Siw. 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. Macb. 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. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Y. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Mach. My name's Macbeth. Y. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful. Y. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. Macb. [They fight, and young Siward is slain. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter MACDUff. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy face: I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; [Exit. Alarum. Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war; And little is to do. Macb. 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, [They fight. Thou losest labour: My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Macb. 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 Macd. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. Here may you see the tyrant. Macb. I'll not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, 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 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. Siw. Rosse. Ay, on the front. Siw. Had he his hurts before? 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: Mal. And that I'll spend for him. He's worth more sorrow, He's worth no more; 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: 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, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, |