Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth I sheathe again, undeeded. Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not. [Alarums.—Exeunt, L SCENE VII.-The Gates of the Castle at Dunsinane. Enter MACBETH through the gates. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Going to R. 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 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 charméd life, which must not yield Macd. Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast served, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And break it to our hope-I'll not fight with thee. [Retires towards the Castle gates Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. 66 Here you may see the tyrant." *Not to be cut, indivisible. Macb. I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Lay on, Macduff; And damned be him that first cries, "Hold! enough." [Alarums.-They fight.-Macbeth falls and dies.- Flourish of drums and trumpets.-Shouting within. Enter MALCOLM, ROSSE, LENOX, SIWARD, GENtlemen, and SOLDIERS. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: the time is free : Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,— 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 kinsmer, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour named. What's more to do, That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.--Exeunt THE END. |