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I care not if thou dost for me as much.-
SCENE VI. The same.
A Plain before the Castle.
Enter, with drums and colors, Malcolm, Old
SiWARD, MACDUFF, fc. and their Army, with
Fare you well.-
breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
[ Exeunt. Alarums continued.
1 Harness, armor. VOL. III.
2 The first folio reads upon's.
SCENE VII. The same.
Another Part of the Plain.
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.
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter
Than any is in hell.
My name's Macbeth.
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.
1 “ But, bearlike, I must fight the course." This was a phrase at bearbaiting. “ Also you shall see two ten dog courses at the great bear."Antipodes, by Brome.
I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms
Enter Malcolm and Old SIWARD.
We have met with foes
Enter, sir, the castle.
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
Turn, hell-hound, turn.
I have no words;
[They fight Macb.
Thou losest labor: As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air?
1 Bruited is reported, noised abroad; from bruit (Fr.). 2 « The intrenchant air,” the air which cannot be cut.
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed.
Despair thy charm;
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
I'll not yield
Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colors,
Malcolm, Old SIWARD, RossE, LENOX, ANGUS,
Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see,
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?
Had he his hurts before?
Why, then, God's soldier be he!
He's worth more sorrow,
He's worth no more ;
God be with him!-Here comes newer
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head on a pole.?
1 “When Siward, the martial earl of Northumberland, understood that his son, whom he had sent against the Scotchmen, was slain, he demanded whether his wounds were in the fore part or hinder part of his body. When it was answered, ' in the fore part, he replied, 'I am right glad; neither wish I any other death to me or mine.'”—Camden's Remaines.
2 These words, “ on a pole,” Mr. Steevens added to the stage direction from the Chronicle. The stage directions of the players are often incorrect, and sometimes ludicrous.
3'“ Thy kingdom's pearl,” thy kingdom's wealth or ornament. Rowe altered this to peers, without authority.