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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 face! If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not.
[Exit. Alarums Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord; the castle's gently
We have met with foes
Enter, sir, the castle.
On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better
Enter MACDUFF. MacD.
Turn, hell-hound, turn ! MACB. Of all men else I have avoided thee : But get thee back; my soul is too much charged 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! [They fight. МАСв.
Thou losest labour: As easy mayst 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 served 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!
Painted upon a pole, and underwrit,
may you see the tyrant. МАСв.
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 opposed, 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. Alarums. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours,
MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Ross, the other Thanes, and Soldiers. MAL. I would the friends we miss were safe
arrived. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. 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. Siw.
Then he is dead ?
Had he his hurts before?
Ross. Ay, on the front.
Why then, God's soldier be he!
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: And so, God be with him! Here comes newer
Re-enter MacDUFF, with MACBETH's head. MACD. 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. 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 named. What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the snares of watchful tyranny ;
Producing forth the cruel ministers
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