Macbeth: Act 5, Scene 8
1Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
2On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
3Do better upon them.
Turn, hell-hound, turn!
4Of all men else I have avoided thee:
5But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
6With blood of thine already.
I have no words:
7My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain
8Than terms can give thee out!
Thou losest labour.
9As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
10With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
11Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
12I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
13To one of woman born.
Despair thy charm,
14And let the angel whom thou still hast served
15Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
17Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
18For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
19And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
20That palter with us in a double sense;
21That keep the word of promise to our ear,
22And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.
23Then yield thee, coward,
24And live to be the show and gaze o' the time.
25We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
26Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
27"Here may you see the tyrant."
I will not yield,
28To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
29And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
30Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
31And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
32Yet I will try the last. Before my body
33I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
34And 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.
35I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
36Some must go off; and yet, by these I see,
37So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
38Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
39Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt.
40He only lived but till he was a man;
41The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
42In the unshrinking station where he fought,
43But like a man he died.
Then he is dead?
44Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
45Must not be measured by his worth, for then
46It hath no end.
Had he his hurts before?
47Ay, on the front.
Why then, God's soldier be he!
48Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
49I would not wish them to a fairer death.
50And so, his knell is knoll'd.
He's worth more sorrow,
51And that I'll spend for him.
He's worth no more;
52They say he parted well, and paid his score,
53And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
Enter MACDUFF with Macbeth's head.
54Hail, king! for so thou art. Behold, where stands
55The usurper's cursed head: the time is free.
56I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
57That speak my salutation in their minds;
58Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:
59Hail, King of Scotland!
60Hail, King of Scotland!
61We shall not spend a large expense of time
62Before we reckon with your several loves,
63And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
64Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
65In such an honour named. What's more to do,
66Which would be planted newly with the time,
67As calling home our exiled friends abroad
68That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
69Producing forth the cruel ministers
70Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
71Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
72Took off her life; this, and what needful else
73That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
74We will perform in measure, time and place.
75So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
76Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
Flourish. Exeunt omnes.