Imatges de pàgina
PDF
EPUB

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,
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much :-
I pull in resolution; and begin

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

That lies like truth :- "Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane:"-and now a wood

Comes towards Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!-
If this, which he avouches, does appear,
There is no flying hence, nor tarrying here.
I'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

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,
Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son,
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,
Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
According to our order.

Len. This way, my lord, the castle's gently ren-
der'd.

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,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
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 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
Than terms can give thee out!

Macb. Thou losest labour:

[Fight.-Alarums,

As easy 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 ripp'd.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believ❜d,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,

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.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole; and under-write,
"Here you may see the tyrant."
Macb. I will not yield,

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse,
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last ;-

Lay on, Macduff;

And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold! enough!"
[Alarums.-They fight.-MACBETH falls.
Macb. 'Tis done! the scene of life will quickly close.
Ambition's vain delusive dreams are fled,

And now I wake to darkness, guilt, and horror.—
I cannot rise :--I dare not ask for mercy-
It is too late;-hell drags me down;-I sink,
I sink;—my soul is lost for ever!—Oh!—Oh!—

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
free:

I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,—

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
In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do,
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 see us crown'd at Scone.

[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt.

THE END.

« AnteriorContinua »