.

I’gin to be aweary of the sun,
And with the estate o'the world were now undone: -
Ring the alarum bell : - Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we'll dye with harness on our back. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. The same. Plain before the Castle.

Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old
SeYWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and Forces, with Boughs.

Mal. Now, near enough ; your leavy screens throw
And thew like those you are:_You, worthy uncle, (down,
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble fon,
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff, and we,
Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
According to our order.

Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

[breath, Macd. Make all our trumpets speak, give them all Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt.

0. S.

SCENE VII. The fame. Another Part of the Plain.
Alarums, as of a Battle join'd. Skirmishings,

Enter MACBETH.
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.

SEYWARD.
y. S. What is thy name?
Mach. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

No; though thou call'At thyself a hotter name Than

any

is in hell.

Enter young

Y. S.

MACO. My name's Macbeth. y.

S. The devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.

Macb. No, nor more fearful.
y. S. Thou lyft, abhorred tyrant; with

my

sword I'll prove the lye thou speak't.

[fight; and young Seyward is sain.
MACÓ. Thou wast born of woman.-
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by man that’s of a woman born. [Exit.

Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
MAC". That way the noise is : Tyrant, shew thy face;
If thou be'ft flain, and with no stroke of mine,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me ftill:
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 sheath again undeeded. There thou should it be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune ! and
More I beg not.

[Exit. Alarums.
Enter MALCOLM, and old SeYWARD.
S. . 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.

Mal. We have met with foes
That strike beside us.
0. S. Enter, fir, the castle. [Exeunt. Alarums.

Re-enter Macbeth.
Mac". Why should I play the Roman fool, and dye

On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashe's
Do better upon them :

Re-enter MACDUFF.
Mac". Turn, hell-hound, turn.

Macb. Of all mer 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 !

[fight.
Mac'. Thou losest labour:
As easy may'lt 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.

Maca. Despair thy charm;
And let the angel, whom thou still haft serv'd,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ript.

Maco Accursed be that tongue that tells me fo,
For it hath cow'd my

of
And be these jugling 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 shew and gaze o’the time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole; and under-writ,
Here may you see the tyrant.

Macs. I will not yield,

better part

man !

my body

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunfinane,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last : Before
I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff;
And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough.

(Exeunt fighting Retreat.

Flourish.
Re-enter, with Drum and Colours,
MALCOLM, and old SEYWARD ; with Rosse,

the other Thanes, Soldiers, &c.
MAL. I would the friends, we miss, were safe arriv'd.

0. S. 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.

Ros. Your fon, my lord, has pay'd a soldier's debt: He only liv'd but 'till he was a man; The which no fooner had his prowess confirm'd In the unfhrinking station where he fought, But like a man he dy'd. 0. S. Then he is dead?

[sorrow
Ros. Ay, and brought off the field : your cause of
Must not be measur’d by his worth, for then
Ít hath no end.

0. S. Had he his hurts before ?
Ros. Ay, on the front.

0. S. Why then, God's foldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not with them to a fairer death :
And so his knell is knoil'd.

Mal. He's worth more sorrow,

VOL. IV,

Bb

And that I'll spend for him.

0. S. He's worth no more ; They say, he parted well, and pay'd his score: And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

Re-enter MACDUFF, with Macbeth's Head. Macd. Hail, king!for so thou art: Behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head : the time is free: I see thee compafl'd with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my falutation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, Hail, king of Scotland! all. Hail, king of Scotland!

[Flourish.
MAL. We shall not spend a large expence 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 ever Scotland
In such an honour nam’d. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time, -
As calling home our exil'd friends abroad,
That Aled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like

queen;
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; – This, and what needful else
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.

Exeunt. .