Enter young Seyward. Y. Sey. What is thy name? Mach. Thou 'It be afraid to hear it.. r. Sey. No, though thou call'ft thyfelf a hotter name is in hell. Than any Macb. My name 's Macbeth. r. Sey. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Mach. No, nor more fearful. r. Sey. Thou lieft, abhorred Tyrant; with my fword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. Fight, and young Seyward is flain. Mach. Thou waft born of woman. But fwords I finile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter Macduff. Macd. That way the noife is. [Exit. Tyrant, fhew thy face; I fheath again undeeded. There thou Thould'st be—. [Exit. Alarums. Enter Malcolm and Seyward. Sey. This way, my Lord; the caftle 's gently rendred; The Tyrant's people on both fides do fight; The noble Thanes do bravely in the war; X The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. Mal. We have met with foes, That ftrike befide us. Sey. Enter, Sir, the caftle. Enter Macbeth. [Exeunt. Alarum. Macb. Why fhould I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I fee lives, the gashes Do better upon them. To him, enter Macduff. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Mach. Of all men elfe I have avoided thee. But get thee back, my foul is too much charg'd Macd. I have no words; My voice is in my fword! Thou bloodier villain, Than terms can give thee out. Mach. Thou lofeft labour; As eafy may'st thou the intrenchant air [Fight. Aarum. With thy keen fword imprefs, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crefts, I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Defpair thy charm, X J. profefes itself yours, &c. y R. and all after, except C. Wbilf. 1 And let the Angel, whom thou ftill haft ferv'd, Mach. Accurfed be that tongue that tells me fo, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. And live to be the fhew and gaze o' th' time. "Here may you see the Tyrant." To kifs the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Though Birnam wood be come to Dunfinane, Before my body I throw my warlike fhield. a Lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be he, that first cries, “ Hold, enough." [Exeunt fighting. Alarums, : 2 T. W. and J. be for being. The fo's, R. and C. bim for be SCENE Retreat and flourish. Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, Seyward, Roffe, Thanes, and Soldiers. Mal. I would the friends we mifs were fafe arriv'd. Sey. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is miffing, and your noble fon. Roffe. Your fon, my Lord, Has paid a foldier's debt He only liv'd but 'till he was a man, The which no fooner had his prowess confirm'd, In the unfhrinking station where he fought, But like a man he dy'd. Sey. Then he is dead? Roffe. Ay, and brought off the field. Your caufe of forrow Muft not be meafur'd by his worth, for then It hath no end. Sey. Had he his hurts before? Roffe. Ay, on the front. Sey. Why then, God's foldier be he! Had I as many fons as I have hairs; The fo's and R. here infert the following direction, Enter fighting, and Macbeth flain; which supposes Macbeth and Macduff to re-enter, and end their duel upon the stage. If we allow this Drestion, we must also put in another; 1 2 and either make the curtain fall, or exit Macdiff, and the body of Macbeth carried off, before Malcolm, &c. enter. c P. and all after, except C. is be for be is. I would I would not wifh them to a fairer death. And fo his knell is knoll'd. Mal. He's worth more forrow; And that I'll spend for him. Sey. He's worth no more; They fay, he parted well, and paid his fcore. And fo God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort. Enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head. Macd. Hail, King! for fo thou art. Behold, where ftands Th' Ufurper's curfed head. The time is free; e I fee thee compaft with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my falutation in their minds, Whofe voices I defire aloud with mine; Hail, King of Scotland! All. Hail, King of Scotland! [Flourish. Mal. We fhall not spend a large expence of time, Before we reckon with your feveral loves, f And make us even with you. My Thanes and kinfmen, Henceforth be Earls, the first that ever Scotland. Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like Queen, P. and all after, except C. omit 1ft and 2d, pearle; the rest, peers for |