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.
Turn, hell-hound, turn!
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.
I have no words:
7 My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain
8 Than terms can give thee out!
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
36 Some must go off; and yet, by these I see,
37 So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
38 Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
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.
Then he is dead?
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.
Had he his hurts before?
47 Ay, on the front.
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.
He's worth more sorrow,
51 And that I'll spend for him.
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.
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!
60 Hail, King of Scotland!
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.