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.

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak, give them all' breath,

Those clam'rous harbingers of blood and death. [Exe.

Enter Macbeth..

Alarums continued..

Mach. They've ty'd me to a stake, I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the courfe. What's he That was not born of woman? fuch a one

Am I to fear, or none..

Enter

young

Siward..

To. Siw. What is thy name?'

Macb. Thoul't be afraid to hear it.

Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'ft thyself a hotter name: Than any is in hell..

Macb. My name's Macbeth.

Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title:

More hateful to mine ear.

Mach. No, nor more fearful.

To. Siw. Thou lyeft, abhorred tyrant; with my

I'll prove the lye thou speak'ft..

fword

[Fight, and young Siward's flain.

Macb. Thou waft born of woman;

But fwords I fmile at, weapons laugh to scorn,

Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.

Alarums. Enter Macduff.

[Exit.

Macd. That way the noife is. Tyrant, fhew thy face ; If thou be'ft flain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and childrens' ghofts will haunt me ftill. I cannot ftrike at wretched kernes, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their ftaves: or thou, Macbeth, Or elfe my fword with an unbatter'd edge I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st beBy this great clatter, one of greatest note

Bb 3

Seems

Let me find him, Fortune!

Seems bruited.

And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum.

Enter Malcolm, and Siward.

Siw. This way, my Lord, the caftle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both fides do fight;

The Noble Thanes do bravely in the war;

The day almoft itself profeffes your's,

And little is to do.

Mal. We've met with foes

That ftrike befide us.

Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle.

[Exeunt. Alarum.

SCENE VII. Enter Macbeth.

Mach. Why fhould I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whilft I fee lives, the gashes them.

Do better upon

To him, enter Macduff.

Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.

Macb. Of all men elfe I have avoided thee:

But get thee back, my

foul is too much charg'd

With blood of thine already.

Macd. I've no words;

My voice is in my fword! thou bloodier villain,

Than terms can give thee out.

Mach. Thou losest labour;

[Fight. Alarum.

As eafy may'ft thou the intrenchant air

With thy keen fword impress, as make me bleed :
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

I bear a charmed life which muft not yield
To one of woman born.

Macd. Defpair thy charm!

And let the angel whom thou ftill haft ferv'd,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.

Mach. Accurfed be that tongue that tells me fo;
For it hath cow'd my better part of man :

And be thefe juggling fiends no more believ❜d,

That palter with us in a double fense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,

And break it to our hope! I'll not fight with thee.

Macd.

Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

And live to be the fhew and gaze o' th' time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole, and under writ,
Here may you fee the tyrant.

Macb. I will not yield,

To kiss the ground before young Malcom's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curfe.
Though Birnan wood be come to Dunfinane,
And thou, oppos'd, be of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike fhield. Lay on, Macduff;
And damn'd be he that first cries Hold, enough.”
[Exeunt fighting. Alarum.

SCENE VIII.

Retreat and flourish. Enter with drum and colours, Malcolm, Siward, Roffe, Thanes, and Soldiers.

Mal. I would the friend we mifs were fafe arriv'd. Siw. Some muft go off: and

yet by thefe I fee 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.

Siw. Then is he dead?

Roffe. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of

Muft not be meafur'd by his worth, for then

It hath no end.

Siw. Had he his hurts before?

Roffe. Ay, on the front.

Siw. Why then, God's foldier be he!

Had I as many fons as I have hairs,

I would not wish 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.

Siw. He's worth no more;

[forrow

They

They fay he parted well, and paid his score.
So, 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 cursed head; the time is free :
1 fee thee compafs'd with thy kingdom's peers,
That speak my falutation in their minds :.
Whofe voices I defire aloud with mine;
Hail, King of Scotland!

All. Hail, King of Scotland!

[Flourifb.

Mal. We fhall 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 firft that ever Scotland
In fuch an honour nam'd. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exil'd friends abroad,
That fled the fnares of watchful tyranny ;
Producing forth the cruel ministers

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 else
That calls upon us, by the grace. of God,
We will perform in measure, time and place :.
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,

Whom we invite to fee us crown'd at Scone.

[Flourish. Exeunt Omnes..

C. MARCIUS:

The SCENE is partly in Rome, and partly in the territories of the Vol fcians and Antiates.

Enter a company of Mutinous Citizens with flaves, clubs,

1 Cit.

fpeak.

and other weapons.

BEFORE

EFORE we proceed any further, hear me

All. Speak, fpeak.

i Cit. You are all refolv'd rather to die, than to famish?

All. Refolv'd, refolv'd.

1 Cit. First, you know, Caius Marcius is the chief onemy to the people.

All. We know't, we know't.

1 Cit.

* The whole history exactly followed, and many of the principal fpeeches copied from the life of Coriolanus in Plutarch.