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Another part of the field.
MACBETH
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Why should | I play | the Rom|an fool,| and die
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On mine^/own sword?| Whiles I see | lives, the |
gashes
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Do better | upon them.
MACDUFF
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Turn | hell-hound, turn.
MACBETH
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Of all | men else I | have avoid|ed thee:
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But get | thee back,| my soul is | too much
charged
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With blood | of thine | alrea|dy.
MACDUFF
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I have | no^words,
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My voice | is in | my sword,| thou bloo|dier
vil||lain
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Than terms | can give | thee out.
[They fight]
MACBETH
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Thou los|est labor,
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As ea|sy mayst | thou the | intrench|ant air
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With thy / keen sword | impress,| as make | me
bleed:
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Let fall | thy blade | on vul|nera|ble crests,
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I bear | a charm|ed life,| which must | not* yield
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To one | of wom|an born.
MACDUFF
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Despair | thy charm,
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And let | the ang|el whom | thou still | hast
served
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Tell thee,| Macduff | was from | his moth|er's
womb
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Untime|ly ripped. \\
MACBETH
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Accurs|ed be | that tongue | that tells | me so;
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For it | hath cowed | my bet|ter part | of man:
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And be | these jug|gling fiends | no more | believed,
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That palt|er with | us in | a doub|le sense,
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That keep | the word | of prom|ise to | our ear,
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And break | it to | our hope.| I'll not | fight
with thee.
MACDUFF
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Then yield | thee cow|ard, \\
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And live | to be | the show,| and gaze | of the
time.
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We'll have | thee, as | our rar|er monst|ers are
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Painted | on a | pole, and | under|writ,
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Here may you | see the | tyrant.
MACBETH
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I will | not yield
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To kiss | the ground | before | young* Mal|colm's
feet,
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And to | be bait|ed with | the rab|ble's curse.
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Though Birn|am wood | be come | to Dun|sinane,
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And thou | opposed,| being of | no^wom|an born,
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Yet I | will try | the last.| Before | my bo||dy,
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I throw | my war|like^shield:| Lay on | Macduff,
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And damned | be him,| that first | cries hold,
enough.
[Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors,
MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers]
MALCOLM
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I would | the friends | we miss,| were safe | arrived.
SIWARD
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Some^must | go off:| and yet | by these | I see,
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So great | a day | as this | is cheap|ly bought.
MALCOLM
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Macduff | is mis|sing, and | your nob|le son.
ROSS
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Your son | my lord,| has paid | a sol|dier's
debt,
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He on|ly lived | but till | he was | a man,
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The which | no soon|er had | his prow|ess
confirmed
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In the / unshrink|ing sta|tion where | he fought,
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But like | a man | he died.
SIWARD
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Then he / is dead?
ROSS
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Aye, and | brought off the field:| your cause | of
sor||row
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Must not | be meas|ured by | his worth,| for then
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It hath | no^end.
SIWARD
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Had he | his hurts | before?
ROSS
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Aye, on the | front.
SIWARD
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Why | then, God's | soldier | be he:
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Had I | as ma|ny sons,| as I | have hairs,
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I would | not wish | them to | a fair|er death:
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And so | his knell | is knolled.
MALCOLM
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He's worth | more* sorrow, ??
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And that | I'll spend | for him.
SIWARD
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He's worth | no* more,
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They say | he part|ed well,| and paid | his
score,
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And so | God be | with him.| Here comes | newer
|| comfort.
[Enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head]
MACDUFF
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Hail | king, for | so thou art.
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Behold | where stands ????
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The usurp|er's curs|ed head:| the time | is free:
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I see | thee comp|assed with | thy king|dom's
pearl,
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That speak | my sal|uta|tion in | their minds:
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Whose voi|ces I | desire | aloud | with mine.
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Hail | King of | Scotland. \\
ALL
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Hail | King of | Scotland. \\
MALCOLM
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We shall | not spend | a large | expense | of
time,
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Before | we reck|on with | your seve|ral loves,
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And make | us even | with you.| My Thanes | and
kins||men
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Henceforth | be earls,| the first | that ev|er
Scot||land
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In such | an hon|or named:| what's more | to do,
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Which would | be plant|ed new|ly with | the time,
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As cal|ling home | our ex|iled friends abroad,
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That fled | the snares | of watch|ful tyr|anny,
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Produ|cing forth | the cru|el min|isters
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Of this / dead butch|er, and his // fiend-like
queen;
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Who (as |'tis thought)| by self | and vi|olent
hands,
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Took^off | her life.| This and | what need|ful
else
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That calls | upon | us, by | the grace | of
Grace,
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We will | perform | in meas|ure, time,| and place:
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So thanks | to all | at once,| and to | each^one,
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Whom we | invite,| to see | us crowned | at
Scone.
[Flourish. Exeunt]