Yo. Sey. The Devil himself could not pronounce a Title More hateful to mine Ear. Mach. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Seyw. Thou lieft, thou abhorred Tyrant, with my Sword I'll prove the lie thou fpeak'st. [Fight, and Young Seyward's flain Mach. Thou waft born of Woman; But Swords I fmile at, Weapons laugh to fcorn, Alarums. Enter Macduff. [Exit. Macd. That way the noife is: Tyrant, fhew thy Face, If thou be'ft flain, and with no ftroke of mine, My Wife and Childrens Ghofts will haunt me ftill I cannot ftrike 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'ft 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 Caftle's gently rendered: The Tyrant's People, on both fides do fight, The noble Thanes do bravely in the War, The day almost it felf profeffes yours, And little is to do. Mal. We have met with Foes That ftrike befide us. Seyw. Enter, Sir, the Castle. Enter Macbeth. [Exeunt. Alarum. Mach. Why fhould I play the Roman Fool, and die Enter Macduff. Macd. Turn Hell-hound, turn. Mach. Of all Men elfe I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my Soul is too much charg'd 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. Alarum. Masb. Mack. Thou lofeft labour, As eafie may'st thou the intrenchant Air I bear a charmed Life, which must not yield Macd. Defpair thy Charm, And let the Angel whom thou still haft ferv'd Mach. Accurfed be that tongue that tells me fo And live to be the fhew, and gaze o'th' time. To kifs the ground before young Malcolm's Feet, [Exeunt fighting. Alarums. Enter fighting, and Macbeth is flain. Retreat and Flourish. Enter with Drum and Colours, Mal. Macduff is miffing, and your noble Son. He only liv'd but 'till he was a Man, The which no fooner had his Prowefs confirm'd, In the unfhrinking station where he fought, U 2 But But like a Man he dy❜d. Seyw. Then he is dead? Roffe. Ay, and brought off the Field: your cause of forrow Muft not be measur'd by his worth, for then It hath no end. Seyw. Had he his hurts before? Roffe. Ay, on the Front. Seyw. Why then, God's Soldier be he: I would not wish them to a fairer death: Mal. He's worth more forrow, 'And that I'll spend for him. Seyw. He's worth no more, They fay he parted well, and paid his score, And fo God be with him. Here comes newer comfort. Macd. Hail, King! for fo thou art. Behold, where ftands Th' Ufurper's Curfed Head; the time is free: I fee thee compaft with thy Kingdom's Peers, All. Hail, King of Scotland. Mal. We fhall not spend a large expence of time, Before we reckon with your feveral loves, [Flourish. And make us even with you. My Thanes and Kinsmen Of this dead Butcher, and his Fiend-like Queen; [Flourish. Exeunt omnes. C Dramatis Perfonæ, Laudius, King of Denmark. Fortinbras, Prince of Norway. Hamlet, Son to the former, and Nephew to the prefent King. Reynoldo, Servant to Polonius. Gertrude, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to Hamlet. Players, Grave-makers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE ELSINOOR. HAM |