Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt th' equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane ;—and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out!- There is no flying hence, nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' the world were now undone.-- [Exeunt. The alarum bell rings. SCENE VI. The Same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with drums and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, MACDUFF, etc., their Army carrying boughs. Mal. Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down, And show like those you are.-You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Shall take upon 's what else remains to do, According to our order. Siw Fare you well. Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. Till famine CLING thee:] i.e., probably, till famine shrink, or dry thee up to cleng is still so used in the north of England. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums. SCENE VII. The Same. Another Part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. They have tied 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. Enter young SIWARD. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name, Than any is in hell. Macb. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant: with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. Macb. [They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. [Exit. 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. There thou shouldst be; [Exit. Alarums. Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord.-The castle's gently render'd: The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war. The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. Mac. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Macd. Re-enter MACDUFF. Turn, hell-hound, turn! '-wretched KERNS,] The word kerns seems here used with greater licence than usual, as mere mercenaries. 8 Seems BRUITED.] i. e., Noised or reported, as often before. 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 My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain. Than terms can give thee out! Macb. I have no words; [They fight, and pause. Thou losest labour: As easy mayst 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 Macd Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee. 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 underwrit, Here you may see the tyrant. Macb. I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; [Exeunt, fighting.9 Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, Thanes, and Soldiers. Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: He only liv'd but till he was a man ; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd, In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died. Siw. 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 Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: 9 Exeunt, fighting.] According to the stage-direction of all the folios, Macbeth and Macduff re-enter fighting, and Macbeth is slain before the audience. Perhaps the scene was sometimes so represented. |