Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Mal. Both more and less have given him the revolt; Macd. Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know [Exeunt, marching. SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. Enter, with drums and colors, MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come. Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Till famine, and the ague, eat them up. Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home. What is that noise? [A cry within, of women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I shall report that which I say I saw, Macb. Well, say, sir. Macb. Liar and slave! Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Till famine cling thee; if thy speech be sooth, I pall in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane ;—and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!- There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be a weary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.- [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with drums and colors, 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, Lead our first battle; worthy Macduff, and we, 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 clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums continued. SCENE VII. The same. Another Part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot 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. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. 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 pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. No, nor more fearful. Macb. 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. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is.-Tyrant, show thy face: I sheathe again unheeded. There thou shouldst be; [Exit. Alarum. Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord.-The castle's gently rendered: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war; 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 charged With blood of thine already. Macd. I have no words; Thou losest labor: My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Macb. As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air [They fight. With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed. 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 served, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripped. Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cowed my better part of man: And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee. And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted upon a pole; and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant. I'll not yield Macb. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colors, MAL- Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. 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. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt. He only lived but till he was a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died. Siw. Then he is dead? Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field; your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end. Siw. Had he his hurts before? Rosse. Ay, on the front. Why, then, God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, And so his knell is knolled. Mal. And that I'll spend for him. He's worth more sorrow, He's worth no more; They say, he parted well, and paid his score; Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head on a pole. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art. Behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: I see thee compassed with thy kingdom's pearl, All. Hail, king of Scotland! [Flourish. |