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That struts and frets his hour upon the Stage,
Enter a Messenger.
Mej. My gracious lord,
Macb. Well, say it, Sir.
Macb. If thou speak’st, false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, "Till famine cling thee: If thy speech be footh, I care not, If ihou dost for me as much.I pull in Resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truih. Fear not, 'till Birnam-wood Do come to DunGnane, and now a wood Comes towards Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out! If this, which he avouches, does appear, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here, I'gin to be a weary of the Sun; And with, the state o'th' world were now undone. Ring the alarum Bell; blow, wind ! come, wrack ! At least, we'll die with harness on our back. (Exeunt.
S CE N E VI.
Before DUNSINANE. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, and their Army
with Boughs. Mal. Jow, near enough: your leavy screens throw down,
And shew like those you are.
You (worthy uncle) Shall with my Coulin, your right-noble fon, Lead our first battle. Brave Macduff and we Shall take upon's 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. [breath,
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak, give them all Those clam'rous harbingers of blood and death. [Exe.
Enter young Siward.
[title Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful.
sword Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred Tyrant; with my I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[Fight, and young Siward's Nain. Macb. Thou wast born of woman ;But swords I fmile 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, shew thy face; If thou be'st slain, and with no ftroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me ftill. I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their staves : Or thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be-
Mal. We've met with foes, That strike beside us. Siw. Enter, Sir, the Castle. (Exeunt, Alarm.
S CE N E VII.
Enter Macbeth. niacb. TX HY should I play the Roman fool, and die
On mine own sword? whilft I see lives, the Do better upon them.
[galhes To him, enter Macduff. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Macb. Of all rnen else I have avoided thee : But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd With blood of thine already.
Macd. I've no words ; My voice is in my sword! thou bloodier villain, Than terms can give thee out. [Fight, Alarm.
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 creits, 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:
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
Macb. I will not yield,
[Exeunt fighting. Alarms. S CE N E VIII. Retreat and flourish. Enter with Drum and Colours,
Malcolm, Siward, Rosse, Thanes and Soldiers. Mal. Would, the friends, we miss, were safe ar:I
riv'd. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Mal. Macduff is misling, and your noble fon.
Roffe. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt;
Siw. Then is he dead ?
Siw. Had he his hurts before ?
Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
Siw. He's worth no more ; They fay, he parted well, and paid his score. So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort.
Enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head.
3- (Flourish. Exeunt omnes The End of the Seventh Volume.