WIDTH=100% MACBETH, Act 5, Scene 8  

Macbeth: Act 5, Scene 8



          Enter MACBETH.

       MACBETH
  1    Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
  2    On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
  3    Do better upon them.

          Enter MACDUFF.

       MACDUFF
                                       Turn, hell-hound, turn!

       MACBETH
  4    Of all men else I have avoided thee:
  5    But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
  6    With blood of thine already.

       MACDUFF
                                              I have no words:
  7    My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain
  8    Than terms can give thee out!

          Fight. Alarum.

       MACBETH
                                                  Thou losest labour.
  9    As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
 10    With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
 11    Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
 12    I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
 13    To one of woman born.

       MACDUFF
                                         Despair thy charm,
 14    And let the angel whom thou still hast served
 15    Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
 16    Untimely ripp'd.

       MACBETH
 17    Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
 18    For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
 19    And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
 20    That palter with us in a double sense;
 21    That keep the word of promise to our ear,
 22    And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.

       MACDUFF
 23    Then yield thee, coward,
 24    And live to be the show and gaze o' the time.
 25    We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
 26    Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
 27    "Here may you see the tyrant."

       MACBETH
                                                  I will not yield,
 28    To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
 29    And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
 30    Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
 31    And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
 32    Yet I will try the last. Before my body
 33    I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
 34    And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"

          Exeunt fighting. Alarums.

          Enter fighting, and MACBETH slain.
          [MACDUFF drags away the body of MACBETH.]

          Retreat and flourish. Enter, with drum and colours,
          MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, Thanes, and Soldiers.

       MALCOLM
 35    I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

       SIWARD
 36    Some must go off; and yet, by these I see,
 37    So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

       MALCOLM
 38    Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

       ROSS
 39    Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt.
 40    He only lived but till he was a man;
 41    The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
 42    In the unshrinking station where he fought,
 43    But like a man he died.

       SIWARD
                                           Then he is dead?

       ROSS
 44    Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
 45    Must not be measured by his worth, for then
 46    It hath no end.

       SIWARD
                                    Had he his hurts before?

       ROSS
 47    Ay, on the front.

       SIWARD
                                    Why then, God's soldier be he!
 48    Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
 49    I would not wish them to a fairer death.
 50    And so, his knell is knoll'd.

       MALCOLM
                                             He's worth more sorrow,
 51    And that I'll spend for him.

       SIWARD
                                                 He's worth no more;
 52    They say he parted well, and paid his score,
 53    And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

          Enter MACDUFF with Macbeth's head.

       MACDUFF
 54    Hail, king! for so thou art. Behold, where stands
 55    The usurper's cursed head: the time is free.
 56    I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
 57    That speak my salutation in their minds;
 58    Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:
 59    Hail, King of Scotland!

       ALL
 60    Hail, King of Scotland!

          Flourish.

       MALCOLM
 61    We shall not spend a large expense of time
 62    Before we reckon with your several loves,
 63    And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
 64    Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
 65    In such an honour named. What's more to do,
 66    Which would be planted newly with the time,
 67    As calling home our exiled friends abroad
 68    That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
 69    Producing forth the cruel ministers
 70    Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
 71    Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
 72    Took off her life; this, and what needful else
 73    That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
 74    We will perform in measure, time and place.
 75    So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
 76    Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.

          Flourish. Exeunt omnes.