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Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.


Sin. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently renThe tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war; The day almost itself professes yours,

And little is to do.

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Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.


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
With blood of thine already.

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

[They fight.

Thou losest labour:
As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air

With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield

To one of woman born.


Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man!

And be these juggling fiends no more believ❜d,
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.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

And live to be the show and gaze o' th' time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

Painted upon a pole;' and underwrit,

Here may you see the tyrant.

I'll not yield,

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last: Before my body

I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff;
And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough.
[Exeunt, fighting.

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. Sin. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

Mal. Macduff is missing, and


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.


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.


Had he his hurts before?

That is, on cloth suspended on a pole.

Rosse. Ay, on the front.


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.
And so his knell is knoll'd.


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 Th' 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!


King of Scotland, hail!

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,
Which would be planted newly with the time,-
As calling home our exil'd friends abroad,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen;
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life;-This, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place:
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.


[Flourish. Exeunt.

thy kingdom's wealth, or ornament, meaning the peers.



King JOHN:

Prince HENRY, his son; afterwards King Henry III.

ARTHUR, duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late duke of Bretagne, the elder brother of King John.

WILLIAM MARESHALL, earl of Pembroke.

GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, earl of Essex, chief justiciary of England. WILLIAM LONGSWORD, earl of Salisbury.

ROBERT BIGOT, earl of Norfolk.

HUBERT DE BURGH, chamberlain to the king.

ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, son of Sir Robert Faulconbridge : PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his half-brother, bastard son to King Richard the First.

JAMES GURNEY, servant to Lady Faulconbridge.

PETER of Pomfret, a prophet.

PHILIP, king of France.

LEWIS, the dauphin.

Archduke of Austria.

Cardinal PANDULPH, the Pope's legate.

MELUN, a French lord.

CHATILLON, ambassador from France to King John.

ELINOR, the widow of King Henry II., and mother of King John. CONSTANCE, mother to Arthur.

BLANCH, daughter to Alphonso, king of Castile, and niece to King John.

Lady FAULCONBRIDGE, mother to Philip and Robert Faulconbridge.

Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers,
Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.

SCENE-sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.

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