I care not if thou dost for me as much.-
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!
If this, which he avouches, does appear,
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.-
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 colors, Malcolm, Old

SiWARD, MACDUFF, fc. 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,
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 clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

[ Exeunt. Alarums continued.

1 Harness, armor. VOL. III.

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2 The first folio reads upon's.

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?
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, Brandished by man that's of a woman born. [Exit.

Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. 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 hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbattered edge,
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum.

Enter Malcolm and Old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord.—The castle's gently ren-

dered :
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.

[Exeunt. Alarum.

Re-enter MACBETH. 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
With blood of thine already.
Macd.

I have no words;
My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out !

[They fight Macb.

Thou losest labor: As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air?

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

Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
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.
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 opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield ; lay on, Macduff;
And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough. )

[Exeunt, fighting

Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colors,

Malcolm, Old SIWARD, RossE, LENOX, ANGUS,
CATHNESS, MENTETH, und 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.

1 «That palter with us in a double sense,” that shuffle with ambiguous expressions.

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.
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.1
And so his knell is knolled.
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;
And
SO,

God be with him!-Here comes newer
comfort.

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,
That speak my salutation in their minds;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,-
Hail, king of Scotland !