Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; Towards which, advance the war. [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; Were they not forced with those that should be ours, [A cry within, of Women. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.- The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Enter a MESSENGER. Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Is I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Macb. Well, say, Sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar, and slave! Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: [Striking him. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam 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 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, Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon us what else remains to do, 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, bear-like, 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? Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. 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. Macb. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. Macb. Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy face: I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD. [Exit. [Exit. Alarum. Siw. This way, my lord;-The castle 's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war; The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. Mal. We have met with foes That strike beside us. Siw. Enter, Sir, the castle. Re-enter MACBETH. [Exeunt. Alarum. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Re-enter MACDUFF. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charged Macd. I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Macb. Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant airt With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. [They fight * Light troops. † Announced with clamour. Air which cannot be cut. Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast served, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And be these juggling fiends no more believed, 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, Here may you see the tyrant. Macb. I'll not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, I throw my warlike shield: lay on Macduff; [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 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 confirm'd 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. 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, And that I'll spend for him. Siw. He's worth no more; They say, he parted well, and paid his score: So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S Head on a Pole. I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,* All. King of Scotland, hail! Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; *Wealth, ornament. [Flourish. [Flourish. Exeunt. |