'Tis his main hope: Mal. For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt; And none serve with him but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too. Macd. Let our just censures The time approaches, Attend the true event, and put we on Siw. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come: Our castle's strength Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Mach. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.To-morrow, and to-morow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! VOL. III. BB Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, Enter a Messenger. Thou com❜st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I shall report that which I say I saw, Macb. Macb. Liar and slave! [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood If this, which he avouches, does appear, And wish the estate o' the world were now un done. Ring the alarum-bell :-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with Drums and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army with Boughs. Mal. Now near enough: your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son, Siw. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak: give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. The same. SCENE VII. Another part of the Plain, Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I can not fly, But, bearlike, 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. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Macb. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pro nounce a title 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'st. Macb. [They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. Thou wast born of woman.But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy face: If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, be; By this great clatter, one of greatest note Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Macd. Re-enter MACDUFF. Turn, hell-hound, turn. 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 have no words, I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. 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 Dunsinane, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last: Before my body I throw my warlike shield; lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. [Exeunt, fighting. Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, 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. |