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Macbeth

Act V, Scene 5

Dunsinane. Within the castle.
 
[Enter MACBETH, SEYTON, and Soldiers, with drum and colors]
 
MACBETH
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      Hang^out | our ban|ners on | the out|ward walls,
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      The cry | is still,| they come:| our cast|le's strength
             ,         ,          ,            ,          ,
      Will laugh | a siege | to scorn:| here* let | them lie,
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      Till fam|ine and | the ag|ue^eat | them up:
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      Were they | not forced | with those | that should | be ours,
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      We might | have met | them dare|ful, beard | to beard,
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      And beat | them back|ward home.| What^is | that noise?
 
[A cry of women within]
 
SEYTON
          ,        ,        ,             ,    ,
      It is | the cry | of wom|en, my / good lord.
 
[Exit]
 
MACBETH
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      I have | almost | forgot | the taste | of fears:
            ,          ,        ,        ,            ,
      The time | has been,| my sens|es would | have cooled
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      To hear | a night-|shriek, and | my fell | of hair
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      Would at | a dis|mal treat|ise rouse,| and stir
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      As life | were in it.| I have supped | full with | horrors,
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      Direness | famil|iar to | my slaught|erous thoughts
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      Cannot | once^start | me. Where|fore was | that cry?
 
SEYTON
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      The queen |(my lord)| is dead.
 
MACBETH
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      She should have | died here|after;   (tri with prev)
              ,            ,        ,          ,        ,
      There would | have been | a time | for such | a word:
         ,        ,       ,        ,       ,       ->
      Tomor|row, and | tomor|row, and | tomor||row,
         ,       2      ,       ,          ,        ,
      Creeps | in this pet|ty pace | from day | to day,
        2      ,     ,     ,          ,        ,
      To the last | sylla|ble of | recor|ded time:
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      And all | our yest|erdays,| have light|ed fools
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      The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle,  ????
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      Life's but a | walking | shadow,| a poor | player,
              ,           ,           ,      ,          ,
      That struts | and frets | his hour | upon | the stage,
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      And then | is heard | no more.| It is | a tale
        ,    2     ,  2      ,         ,          ,
      Told by an | idiot,| full of | sound and | fury
       ,     ,       ,
      Signi|fying | nothing. \\
             ,         ,           ,          ,       ,      ->
      Thou comst | to use | thy tongue:| thy sto|ry quick||ly.
 
MESSENGER
       ,       2     ,
      Gra|cious my lord, \\
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      I should | report | that which | I say | I saw,
            ,         ,        ,
      But know | not^how | to do | it.
 
MACBETH
                                         ,     ,
                                       Well,| say sir.
 
MESSENGER
         ,         ,          ,       ,          ,
      As I | did stand | my watch | upon | the hill
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      I looked | toward Birn/am, and | anon | methought
            ,       ,         ,
      The wood | began | to move.
 
MACBETH
                                  ,           ,
                                 Liar,| and slave.
 
MESSENGER
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      Let me | endure | your wrath,| if it be | not so:
          ,           ,       ,     2       ,        ,
      Within | this three | mile may you | see it | coming.
         ,       ,        ,
      I say,| a mov|ing grove.
 
MACBETH
                               .   T     T      T
                              If thou speakst false,
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      Upon | the next | tree shalt | thou hang | alive
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      Till fam|ine cling | thee: if | thy speech | be sooth,
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      I care | not if | thou dost | for me | as much.
          ,        ,    ,        ,       ,
      I pull | in res|olu|tion, and | begin
           ,        2   ,    ,       ,         ,
      To doubt | the equiv|oca|tion of | the fiend,
             ,            ,           ,          ,        ,
      That lies | like* truth.| Fear^not,| till Birn|am wood
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      Do come | to Dun|sinane,| and now | a wood
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      Comes toward Dun|sinane.| Arm, arm, and out,
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      If this | which he | avouch|es, does | appear,
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      There is | nor fly|ing hence,| nor tar|rying here.
         ,        ,      ,     ,        ,
      I gin | to be | awear|y of | the sun,
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      And wish | the estate | of the world | were now | undone.
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      Ring the a|larum-|bell, blow wind,| come^wrack,
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      At least | we'll die | with har|ness on | our back.
 
[Exeunt]

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