Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth Or else my sword, with an un battered edge, 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. Math. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn. Macd. I have no words» My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Macb. Thou losest labour: Macd. Despair thy charm; Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, [Retires towards the Castle gates. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, Ind 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." * Not to be, cut, indivisil In. Mad. I will not yield, v To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, [Alarums.—They fight.—Macbetli falls and dies.-~ Enter Mat^olm, Rosse, Lenox, SIWARD, Gentlesief, and Soldiers. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: the time is free: I see thee compassed 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 kinsmen. Henceforth be earls, the first that e\.rr Scov^nd In such an honour named. 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 oAffe*, add to each one, Whom we invite to see. us crowned at Scons. \Flourish of Prumpets and Drums.—-Exeunt. 'i * ^' % \ THE END. |