Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd, Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Mac. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, That keep the word of promise to our ear, 340 And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee. And live to be the shew and gaze o' the time. Here may you see the tyrant. Mac. I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, 350 I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff: And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. [Exeunt fighting. Alarums. Re-enter Re-enter fighting, and MACBETH is slain. Retreat and Flourish. Enter with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, ROSSE, Thanes, 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 son.· 360 Rosse. Your son, 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 But like a man he dy'd. Siw. Then he is dead? Rosse. 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? Rosse. 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. Mal. He's worth more sorrow, 370 And that I'll spend for him. Siw. He's worth no more; They say, he parted well, and paid his score: ვზი And And so, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort. 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: All. Hail, king of Scotland! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, 390 Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; The following Scenes are not in the original Copies, but have been introduced in Representation, and set to Musick by Mr. LoCKE, with Alterations by Dr. ARNE. [AT THE END OF THE SECOND ACT.] The SCENE changes to a Wood. Thunder and Lightning. Enter several Witches and sing. 1 Witch. SPEAK, sister, is the deed done? 2 Witch. Long agó, long ago; Above twelve glasses since have run. 3 Witch, Ill deeds are seldom'slow, Or single, but following crimes on former wait. 4 Witch. The worst of creatures safest propagate, Many more murders must this one ensue; Dread horrors still abound, And ev'ry place surround, Propagation too. 2 Witch. He must! 3 Witch. He shall! Chor. We should rejoice when good kings bleed. When cattle die, about, about we go; When lightning and dread thunder Bend stubborn rocks in funder, And fill the world with wonder, What should we do Cher. Chor. Rejoice-we should rejoice. Chor, Rejoice-we should rejoice. I. 1 Witch. Let's have a dance upon the heath, We gain more life by Duncan's death. 2 Witch. Sometimes like brinded cats we shew, Having no musick but our mew, To which we dance in some old mill, To fome old faw, or bardish rhime, [END OF THE FIFTH SCENE IN THE THIRD ACT.] |