Macd. Make all our trumpets speak,give them all breath, Those clam'rous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt.

[Alarums continued. Enter Macbeth. Macb. The've tyd me to a stake, I cannot Ay, 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.

Enter Young Siward. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw, No: though thou call'&t thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell.

Macb. My name's Macbeth.

Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a titla More hateful to mine ear.

Macb. No, nor more fearful.

Yo, Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'i.

[Fight, and young Siward's Main, Macb. Thou waft 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, thew thy face ; If thou be'ft Nain, 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 hir’d to bear their staves : Or thou, Macbeth, Or elle my sword with an unbatter'd edge I sheath again undeeded. There thou should it beBy this great clatter one of greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune ! and More I beg not. ?

(Exit, Alarum, Enter Malcolm and Siward, Siw. This way, my Lord; the castle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight, The noble Thanes do bravely in the war, The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. ,

Malo

Mal. We've met with foes That strike befide us. Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle. [Exeunt. Alarumo

SCENE VII. Enter Macbeth. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whilft I see lives, the galhes Do better upon them.

To bim, enter Macduff, Macd. Turn, hell-hound, torn.

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've no words,
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out! [Figbe, Alarus.

Macb. Thou loseft labour,
As easie may'ft thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:
Lec' 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 fill haft serv'd
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me fo;
For it hach cow'd my better part of man:
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double fense ;
That keep the word of promise to our car,
And break it to our hope! I'll not fight with theca

Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the shew, and gaze o'th' time,
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Pointed upon a pole, and under-writ,
Here may you see the tyrant.

Macb. I'll 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 Dunfinane,

And thou oppos’d, being of no woman born,...
Yet will I try the laft. Before my, body
I throw my warlıke shield. Lay on, Macduf,
And damn'd be he, that first cries hold, enough.

(Exeunt fightingAlarum. SC EN Ē VIII. Retreat and flourish... Enter with Drum and Colours, Mal

colm, Siward, Rosse, Tbanes, and Soldiers. Mal. 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.

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble fon,

Rose. Your lon, 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 dy'd.

Siw. Then is he dead?

Roje. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

Siw. Had he his hurts before ?
Rolle. Ay, on the front.

Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so his knell is knoll’d.

Mel. He's worth more forrow,
And that I'll spend for him.

Siw. He's worth no more ;
They say he parted well, and paid his score,
So God be with him! here comes newer comfort.

Enter Macduff with Macbeth's bead. [stands
Macd. Hail, King! for so thou art. Behold, where
Thi usurper's cursed head; the time is free :
I see thee compast with thy kingdom's peers,
That speak my falutation in their minds :
Whofe voices I desire aloud with mine,
Hail, King of Scotland! hail !
Al, Hail, King of Scotland!

(Flourish.

Mal,

Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your fev'ral loves,
And make us even with you. Thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be Earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do
Which would be planted newly with the time,
A's calling home our exil'd friends abroad
That Aled the snares of watchfuel tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel minifters
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like Queen ;
(Who, as 'tis thought, by felf and violent hands
Took off her Life ;) this, and what's needful elfe
That calls upon us, by the grace of heaven
We will perform in measure, time, and place a
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to fee us crown'd at Scone.

[Flourish, Exeunt omnct.

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TRO ILUS

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CRESSID A.