Ring the alarum-bell; blow, wind! come, wrack! SCENE before Dunfinane. [Exeunt. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, and their Army with Boughs. Mal.TOW, near enough: your leavy screens throw N° down, And fhew like thofe you are. You (worthy uncle) Siw. Fare you well: Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Macd. Make all our trumpets fpeak, give them all breath, Those clam'rous harbingers of blood and death. Enter Macbeth. [Exe. [Alarums continued. Macb. They've ty'd me to a stake, I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I muft fight the courfe. What's he, That was not born of woman? fuch a one Am I to fear, or none. Enter young Siward. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Mach. Thou'lt 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. Macb. No, nor more fearful. r. Siw. Thou lieft, abhorred tyrant; with my fword I'll prove the lie thou fpeak'ft. [Fight, and young Siward's flain. Macb. Macb. Thou waft born of woman; But fwords I fmile at, weapons laugh to fcorn, Alarums. Enter Macduff. [Exit. Macd. That way the noise is: tyrant, fhew thy face; If thou be'ft flain, and with no ftroke of mine, My wife and children's ghofts will haunt me ftill. I cannot ftrike at wretched Kernes, whofe arms Are hir'd to bear their staves: Or thou, Macbeth, Or else my fword with an unbatter'd edge I fheath again undeeded. There thou should't beBy this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not. Enter Malcolm and Siward. [Exit. Alarum. 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 almost itfelf profeffes yours, And little is to do. Mal. We've met with foes, That ftrike befide us. Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle. Enter Macbeth. [Exeunt. Alarum. Macb. Why fhould I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own fword? whilft I fee lives, the gafhes Do better upon them. 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 my fword! thou bloodier villain, Than terms can give thee out. Q3. [Fight. Alarum. Mach. Macb. Thou losest labour; As eafy may'st thou the intrenchant air I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Defpair thy charm! And let the angel, whom thou ftill haft ferv'd, Macb. Accurfed be that tongue that tells me fo And live to be the fhew, and gaze o' th' time. • Here may you see the tyrant.' Macb. I will not yield To kifs the ground before young Malcolm's feet: Retreat and flourish. Enter with drum and colours, Malcolm, Siward, Roffe, Thanes, and Soldiers. Mal. I would, the friends, we mifs, were fafe arriv'd. Siw. Some mut go off: and yet by these 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 The which no fooner had his prow'fs confirm'd, (47) But like a man he dy'd. Siw. Then is he dead? Roffe. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of forrow Muft not be measur'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! I would not with them to a fairer death: Mal. He's worth more forrow, And that I'll spend for him. Siw. He's worth no more; They fay, he parted well, and paid his fcore. Mac. Hail, King! for fo thou art. Behold, where ftands All. Hail, King of Scotland! [Flourish.. Mal. We fhall not spend a large expence of time, And make us even with you. Thanes and kinsmen,, (47) The which no fooner had his prowess confirm'd, In the unfhrinking station where he fought, But like a man, be dy'd.] The refolution, with which young Siward is defcrib'd to have dy'd, seems very much a copy of Cataline and his defperate affociates behaviour, in a much worfe caufe. Nam fere, quem quifque vivus pugnando locum ceperat, eum amissa anima corpore tegebat. Saluft. As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like Queen; We will perform in meafure, time and place: (48) [Flourish. This, and what needful elfe Exeunt omnes. That calls upon us, by the grace of heaven.] This is a reading only of Mr. Pope; for all the copies, that I have seen, read, -by the grace of grace. It is an expreffion our author is fond of: and fo he often styles the divinity himself, as well as his attribute. Whilft I, their King, that thither them importune, Do curfe the grace that with such grace hath bleft them. Hop'ft thou my cure? Hel, The greateft grace lending grace, &c. 2 Gent. of Verona. In the like manner he loves to redouble other words: And fpight of fpight needs must I reft awhile, &c. &c. All's Well, &c. 3 Henry VI. Anto. and Cleop. |