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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.
Enter Macbeth through the gates.

Math. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them. [Going to R.

Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.
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
Than terms can give thee out. [Fight.Alarums.

Macb. Thou losest labour:
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 lift?, which must not yield
To one of.woman born.

Macd. Despair thy charm;
And let the angel, whom thou still hast served,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripped.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
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.

[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,
And to bef baited with the rabble's curse! ,sj*"

Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last;—
Lay on, Mfcicduft';
And damned be him that first cries, "Hold! enough."

[Alarums.They fight.Macbetli falls and dies.-~
Flourish of drums and trumpets.Shouting within.

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 * ^'

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THE END.

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