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Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
Wherefore was that cry?
Enter FIRST OFFICER.
Thou com'st to use thy tongue: thy story quickly. 1 Off. Gracious my lord, I should report that which, I say, I saw, But know not how to do't. Macb. Well, say, sir, 1 Off. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar and slave 1 Off. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so :
Within this three mile may you see it coming;
Macb. If thou speak'st false,
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums-Ereunt.
MALcol M, SIWARD, MACDUFF, LENox, and SolDIERs, with Boughs, discovered.
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.
Len. o way, my lord, the castle's gently rener (i.
Siw. 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. [Alarums.-Ereunt.
SCEN E VI.
Macb. They have ty'd 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. [Alarums.-Erit.
Enter MAcDUFF and Sol DIERs.
Macd. That way the noise is:—Tyrant, show thy face;
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,
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 Than terms can give thee out ! [Fight.—Alarums. Macb. 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. Macd. 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'the time. We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted upon a pole; and under-write, “Here you may see the tyrant.” Macb. I will 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;Lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, “Hold! enough!” [Alarums-They fight.—MacBETH falls. Macb. 'Tis done! the scene of life will quickly close. Ambition's vain delusive dreams are fled, And now I wake to darkness, guilt, and horror.— I cannot rise:--I dare not ask for mercy It is too late;—hell drags me down;–I sink, I sink;-my soul is lost for ever!—Oh!—Oh!— [Dies.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums—Shout, &c.
Enter MALcol M, RossE, LENox, SIw ARD, GENTLEMEN, and SoLDIERs.
Macd. Hail, King! for so thou art: 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 1 All. King of Scotland, hail
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Before we reckon with your several loves,