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The Same. A Plain before the Castle.
Enter, with Drum and Colours, MAlco LM, oldSIw ARD, MacDUFF, &c. and their Army, with Boughs.
Mal. Now near enough; your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are:—You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our first battle : worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, According to our order. Siw. Fare you well.— 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. [Ereunt. Alarums continued.
The Same. Another Part of the Plain.
Macb. 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
Enter young Siwabd.
Yo. Siw. What is thy name?
Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
Yo. She. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter
name Than any is in hell.
Macb. My name's Macbeth.
Yo. Sim. The devil himself could not pronounce a
More hateful to mine ear,
Yo. She. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my
sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st
[Theyjight, and young Siward is slain. Macb. Thou wast born of woman.—
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit*
Alarums. Enter Macduff.
Macd. That way the noise is:—Tyrant, show thy
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st bej
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not. [£rif. Ala mm.
Enter Malcolm and old Siward.
She. This way, my lord; — the castle's gently ren
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
Mai. We have met with foes
That strike beside us.
Siw. Enter, sir, the castle.
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.
Macd. 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.
Macd. I have no words,
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
Macb. Thou losest labour:
As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air
Macd. Despair thy charm;
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
Macb. I'll not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet.
Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, oWSiwARD, Rosse, Lenox, Angus, Cathness, Menteth, and Soldiers.
Mai. I would the friends we miss, were safe arriv'd.
Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Mai. Macduff is missing, and your 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.
Siw. Then he is dead?
Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
Siw. Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
Mai. He's worth more sorrow,
And that I'll spend for him.
Siw. He's worth no more;
They say, he parted well, and paid his score: