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Macbeth

Act V, Scene 8

Another part of the field.
 
MACBETH
             ,         ,         ,       ,         ,
      Why should | I play | the Ro|man fool,| and die
                ,    ,           2   ,      ,            ,
      On mine^/own sword?| Whiles I see | lives, the | gashes
          ,     2  ,
      Do bet|ter upon | them.
 
MACDUFF
                                ,      T    T      T
                              Turn | hell-hound, turn.
 
MACBETH
          ,     T    T  T       2  ,        ,
5     Of all | men else I | have avoi|ded thee:
           ,           ,           x      T    T     T
      But get | thee back,| my soul is | too much charged
             ,          ,        ,     2
      With blood | of thine | alrea|dy.
 
MACDUFF
                                             ,         ,
                                         I have | no words,
           ,         ,        ,            ,   2    ,       2->
      My voice | is in | my sword,| thou bloo|dier vil||lain
             ,           ,          ,
10    Than terms | can give | thee out.
 
[They fight]
 
MACBETH
                                             ,        x
                                       Thou los|est labor,
          ,      ,       ,            ,         ,
      As ea|sy mayst | thou the | intren|chant air
                   ,    ,         ,          ,         ,
      With thy / keen sword | impress | as make | me bleed:
            ,          ,         ,     ,        ,
      Let fall | thy blade | on vul|nera|ble crests,
          ,        ,        ,            ,          ,
15    I bear | a char|med life,| which must | not yield
          ,        ,       ,
      To one | of wo|man born.
 
MACDUFF
                                   ,           ,
                               Despair | thy charm,
           ,         ,       ,           ,             ,
      And let | the an|gel whom | thou still | hast served
        ,              ,          ,         ,          ,
      Tell thee,| Macduff | was from | his mo|ther's womb
          ,        ,
20    Untime|ly ripped.  (pickup)
 
MACBETH
         ,       ,           ,            ,         ,
      Accur|sed be | that tongue | that tells | me so,
           ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      For it | hath cowed | my bet|ter part | of man:
           ,          ,           ,          ,         ,
      And be | these jug|gling fiends | no more | believed,
            ,        ,        ,      ,        ,
      That pal|ter with | us in | a dou|ble sense,
             ,          ,        ,        ,        ,
25    That keep | the word | of pro|mise to | our ear,
            ,         ,         ,          ,      ,       2
      And break | it to | our hope.| I'll not | fight with thee.
 
MACDUFF
             ,           ,       o
      Then yield | thee cow|ard,    (picked up)
            ,        ,         ,          ,      2      ,
      And live | to be | the show,| and gaze | of the time.
              ,           ,        ,      ,         ,
      We'll have | thee, as | our ra|rer mon|sters are
        ,        ,       ,          ,     __
30    Painted | on a | pole, and | under|writ,
        ,     2       ,         ,
      Here may you | see the | tyrant.
 
MACBETH
                                           ,          ,
                                       I will | not yield
           ,           ,         ,           ,           ,
      To kiss | the ground | before | young Mal|colm's feet,
       ,           ,        ,         ,          ,
      And to | be bai|ted with | the rab|ble's curse.
              ,        ,         ,        ,      ,
35    Though Bir|nam wood | be come | to Dun|sinane,
            ,         ,     ,   2         ,       ,
      And thou | opposed,| being of | no wo|man born,
          ,         ,          ,        ,        ,    2->
      Yet I | will try | the last.| Before | my bo||dy
          ,         ,          ,          ,        ,
      I throw | my war|like shield.| Lay on | Macduff,
             ,         ,           ,       T     T   .  ,
      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
          ,            ,           ,           ,        ,
40    I would | the friends | we miss,| were safe | arrived.
 
SIWARD
            ,         ,         ,         ,        ,
      Some^must | go off:| and yet | by these | I see,
           ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
      So great | a day | as this | is cheap|ly bought.
 
MALCOLM
           ,        ,         ,          ,      ,
      Macduff | is mis|sing, and | your no|ble son.
 
ROSS
            ,         ,          ,       ,           ,
      Your son | my lord,| has paid | a sol|dier's debt:
          ,      ,           ,        ,       ,
45    He on|ly lived | but till | he was | a man,
            ,         ,       ,         ,      2      ,
      The which | no soo|ner had | his pro|wess confirmed
                ,   ,        ,         ,           ,
      In the / unshrink|ing sta|tion where | he fought,
            ,       ,         ,
      But like | a man | he died.
 
SIWARD
                                       ,        ,
                                 Then he | is dead?
 
ROSS
       ,            T     T   .    T            ,         ,      2->
50    Aye, and | brought off the field:| your cause | of sor||row
            ,        ,         ,         ,           ,
      Must not | be mea|sured by | his worth,| for then
           ,        ,
      It hath | no end.
 
SIWARD
                         ,             ,         ,
                        Had he | his hurts | before?
 
ROSS
       ,     2        ,
      Aye, on the | front.
 
SIWARD
                                          ,      ,            ,
55                          Why | then, God's | soldier | be he:
          ,       ,      ,       ,          ,
      Had I | as ma|ny sons,| as I | have hairs,
          ,           ,          ,      ,        ,
      I would | not wish | them to | a fai|rer death:
           ,         ,           ,
      And so | his knell | is knolled.
 
MALCOLM
                                             ,            ,       2->
                                      He's worth | more* sor||row,
            ,           ,          ,
60    And that | I'll spend | for him.
 
SIWARD
                                              ,          ,
                                       He's worth | no more,
            ,        ,        ,          ,          ,
      They say | he par|ted well,| and paid | his score,
       ,        ,         ,          ,           ,        ,      ->
      And so | God be | with him.| Here comes | newer || comfort.
 
[Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head]
 
MACDUFF
       __      ,          T   T   T
      Hail | king, for | so thou art.
          ,             ,
65    Behold | where stands  (pickup)
         2   ,        ,        ,          ,         ,
      The usur|per's cur|sed head:| the time | is free:
         ,          ,           ,          ,          ,
      I see | thee com|passed with | thy king|dom's pearl,
             ,         ,    ,       ,           ,
      That speak | my sal|uta|tion in | their minds:
             ,      ,       ,       ,           ,
      Whose voi|ces I | desire | aloud | with mine.
       __      ,         ,
70    Hail | King of | Scotland. (picked up)
 
ALL
       __     __    __     ,        oo
      Hail | King | of | Scotland.|
 
MALCOLM
           ,           ,         ,         ,          ,
      We shall | not spend | a large | expense | of time,
          ,         ,       ,          ,   2     ,
      Before | we reck|on with | your se|veral loves,
            ,       ,    2      ,          ,          ,       2->
      And make | us e|ven with you.| My Thanes | and kin||smen
             ,          ,           ,          ,       ,       2->
75    Henceforth | be earls,| the first | that e|ver Scot||land
           ,        ,       ,              ,        ,
      In such | an ho|nor named:| what's more | to do,
              ,          ,       ,       ,          ,
      Which would | be plan|ted new|ly with | the time,
          ,         ,         ,         ,         ,
      As cal|ling home | our ex|iled friends | abroad,
             ,           ,          ,        ,     ,
      That fled | the snares | of watch|ful ty|ranny,
          ,        ,          ,      ,     ,
80    Produ|cing forth | the cru|el mi|nisters
                  ,   ,                     ,     ,    ,
      Of this / dead but|cher, and his // fiend-like queen;
            ,          ,           ,         ,  2      ,
      Who (as |'tis thought)| by self | and vi|olent hands,
            ,          ,      ,               ,        ,
      Took^off | her life.| This and | what need|ful else
             ,       ,         ,         ,          ,
      That calls | upon | us, by | the grace | of Grace,
           ,         ,        ,          ,          ,
85    We will | perform | in mea|sure, time,| and place:
            ,         ,         ,         ,         ,
      So thanks | to all | at once,| and to | each^one,
            ,       ,        ,          ,           ,
      Whom we | invite | to see | us crowned | at Scone.
 
[Flourish. Exeunt]

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