Shall with my cousin, your right-noble son, 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. SCENE VII. Another part of the field. Alarums. Enter MACBETH. [Exeunt. Macbeth. 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. Enter young SIWARD. Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Young Siw. What is thy name? Macbeth. Young Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Macbeth. My name's Macbeth. Young Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macbeth. No, nor more fearful. Young Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. Macbeth. [They fight, and young Siward is slain. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter MACDuff. [Exit. Macduff. That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; 20 [Exit. Alarums. Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siward. 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; The day almost itself professes yours, Macbeth. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Macduff. Enter MACDuff. Turn, hell-hound, turn! Macbeth. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back; my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already. Macduff. I have no words: My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! Macbeth. [They fight. Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed: I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macduff. Despair thy charm; And let the angel whom thou still hast served Macbeth. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: Painted upon a pole, and underwrit, 'Here may you see the tyrant.' Macbeth. I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet ΤΟ 20 30 I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!' [Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old Siward, Ross, the other Thanes, and Soldiers. Malcolm. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. Siward. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Malcolm. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only lived 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. Siward. Then he is dead? 40 Ross. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end. Siward. Had he his hurts before? Why then, God's soldier be he! Ross. Ay, on the front. Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knoll'd. Malcolm. And that I'll spend for him. Siward. He's worth more sorrow, 50 He's worth no more: They say he parted well and paid his score: And so God be with him! Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S head. Macduff. Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:› I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine: Hail, King of Scotland! All. Hail, King of Scotland! [Flourish. Malcolm. 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 named. What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad 61 That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; 70 [Flourish. Exeunt. |