Imatges de pÓgina

To. Seyw. The Devil himself could not pronounce a Title More hateful to mine Ear.

Macb. No, nor more fearful.

Yo. Seyw. Thou liest, thou abhorred Tyrant, with my Sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

[Fight, and Toung Seyward's flain, Macb. Thou wast born of Woman; But Swords I smile at, Weapons laugh to fcorn, Brandish'd by Man that's of a Woman born. [Exit.

Alarums. Enter Macduff Macd. That way the noise is : Tyrant, thew thy Face, If thou be'st pain, and with no stroke of mine, My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me ftill: I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their Staves; either thou, Macbeth; Or else my Sword with an unbatter'd edge I fheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune, And more I beg not.

Exit. Alarums. Enter Malcolme and Seyward, Seyw. This way, my Lord, the Castle's gently rendered : The Tyrant's People, on both fides do fight, The noble Thanes do bravely in the War, The day almost it self professes yours, And little is to do.

Mal. We have met with Foes
That strike belide us.
Seyw. Enter, Sir, the Castle. [Exeunt. Alarum.

Enter Macbeth.
Macb. Why should I play the Roman Fool, and die
On mine own Sword? whilst I see lives, the galhes
Do better upon them.

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.

[Fight. Aiarumi.


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Macb. Thou losest labour;
As easie 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 serv'd
Tell thee, Macduff was from his Mother's Womb
Untimely rip'd.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me fo;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of Man:
And be these Jugling Fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double fense,
That keep the word of promise to our Ear,
And break it to our Hope. I'll not fight with theed

Macd. Then yield thee, Coward,
And live to be the Thew, and gaze o'th' time.
We'll have thee, as our Rarer-Monsters are
Painted upon a Pole, and under-writ,
Here may you see the Tyrapt.

Macb. I will not yield
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's Feet,
And to be baited with the Rabbles Curse.
Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunfinane,
And thou opposod, being of no Woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my Body,
I throw my Warlike Shield : Lay on Macduff,
And damn'd be him, that first cries hold, enough,

[Exeunt fighting. Alarums,
Enter fighting, and Macbeth is pain.
Retreat and Flourish. Enter with Drum and Colours,

Malcolme, Seyward, Roffe, Thanes, and Soldiers.
Mal. I would the Friends we miss, were safe arriv'd.

Seyw. Some must go off: and yet by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

. Macduff is missing, and your noble Son. .
Rosse. Your Son, my Lord, has paid a Soldier's Debts
He only liv'd but 'till he was a Man,
The which no sooner had his Prowess confirm'd,
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But like a Man he dy'd.

Seyw. Then he is dead?

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the Field: your cause of sorrow
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

Seyw. Had he his hurts before?
Rolle. Ay, on the Front.
Seyw. 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:
And so his Knell is knoll'd.

Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
And that I'll spend for him.

Seyw. He's worth no more;
They say he parted well, and paid his score,
And so God be with him. Here comes newer comfort.

Enter Macduff with Macbeth's Head.
Macd. Hail, King! for so thou art. Behold, where stands
Th’Usurper's Cursed Head; the time is free:
I see thee compast with thy Kingdom's Peers,
That speak my salutation in their Minds:
Whofe Voices I defire aloud with mine.
Hail King of Scotland.
All. Hail, King of Scotland.

(Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My Thanes and Kinsmen Henceforth be Earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an Honour nam’d: What's more to do Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exild Friends abroad, That fled the Snares of watchful Tyranny, Producing forth the cruel Ministers Of this dead Butcher, and his Fiend-like Queen; Who ( as 'tis thought) by self and violent hands, Took off her Life; This, and what needful else That calls upon us, by the Grace of Grace, We will perform in Measure, Time and Place : So Thanks to all at once, and to each one, Whom we invite, to fee uş Crown'd at Scone.

[Flourish. Exeunt omnes.


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Printed in the YEAR 1709.


Dramatis Personæ.
Laudius, King of Denmark.
Fortinbras, Prince of Norway.

. Hamlet, Son to the former, and Nephew to the

present King
Polonius, Lord Chamberlain.
Horatio, Friend to Hamlet.
Laertes, Son to Polonius.
Cornelius, 2

Ofrick, a Fop.
Marcellus, an Officer.

two Soldiers. Reynoldo, Servant to Polonius. Ghost of Hamlet's Father,

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Gertrude, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to Hamlet.
Ophelia, Daughter to Polonius, belov'd by Hamlet.
Ladies attending on the Queen.
Players, Grave-makers, Sailors, Messengers, and

other Attendants.



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