Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son, Siw. Fare you well, Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, SCENE VII Another part of the field. Alarums. Enter Macbeth. Mach. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But bear-like I must fight the course. That was not born of woman? Am I to fear, or none. What's he Such a one Enter young Siward. Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. [Exeunt. Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Macb. My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title Macb. No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword Macb. [They fight, and young Siward is slain. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Alarums. Enter Macduff. Macd. That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; [Exit. [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; Mal. We have met with foes That strike beside us. Siw. Enter, sir, the castle. [Exeunt. Alarum. SCENE VIII Another part of the field. Enter Macbeth, Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die Macd. Enter Macduff. Turn, hell-hound, turn! Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back; my soul is too much charged Macd. I have no words: My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain Macb. [They fight. Thou losest labour: With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed: I bear a charmed life, which must not yield Macd. Despair thy charm, Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, 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 may you see the tyrant.' Macb. I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries' Hold, enough!' [Exeunt fighting. Alarums. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd But like a man he died. Siw. Then he is dead? Ross. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knoll'd. Mal. He's worth more sorrow, He's worth no more: And that I'll spend for him. Siw. They say he parted well and paid his score: And so God be with him! Here comes newer comfort. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art behold, where stands I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Hail, King of Scotland! All. Hail, King of Scotland! [Flourish. 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 ever Scotland Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, [Flourish. Exeunt. VOL. III. 481 R Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants. Ghost of Hamlet's Father. SCENE: Denmark. ACT I-SCENE I Elsinore. A platform before the castle. Ber. Who's there? Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. Fran. Bernardo ? Ber. He. Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. And I am sick at heart. Ber. Have you had quiet guard? Ber. Well, good night. Not a mouse stirring. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Fran. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there? Enter Horatio and Marcellus. |