Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth :- "Fear not, till Birnam wood Comes towards Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!- And wish the state o'the world were now undone.— Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least, we'll die with harness on our back! [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt • SCENE V. A Plain before the Castle at Dunsinane. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, LENOX, and SOLDIERS, with Boughs, discovered. Mal. Now ncar enough; your leavy screens throw down, And show like those you are:-You, worthy uncle, Len. This way, my lord, the castle's gently ren- Siw. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak: give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. SCENE VI. [Alarums.-Exeunt. A Court in the Castle at Dunsinane. Alarums. Enter МАСВЕТН. Macb. They have ty'd me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course.-What's he, That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none. [Alarums.-Exit. Enter MACDUFF and SOLDIERS. Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show thy face; If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, I sheathe again undeeded. Let me find him, fortune! and More I beg not. [Alarums.-Exeunt. SCENE VII. The Gates of the Castle at Dunsinane. Alarums. Enter МАСВЕТН. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes 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 charg'd With blood of thine already. Macd. I have no words, My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain Macb. Thou losest labour: [Fight.-Alarums, As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed : I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o'the time. To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold! enough!" And now I wake to darkness, guilt, and horror.— Flourish of Trumpets and Drums—Shout, &c. [Dies. Enter MALCOLM, ROSSE, LENOX, SIWARD, GENTLEMEN, and SOLDIERS. Macd. Hail, King! for so thou art: the time is I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Hail, King of Scotland! All. King of Scotland, hail! Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kins men, Henceforth be Earls, the first that ever Scotland [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt. THE END. |