2424Seemes bruited. Let me finde him Fortune,

2425And more I begge not. Exit. Alarums.

2427Sey. This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:

2428The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,

2429The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,

2430The day almost it selfe professes yours,

2431And little is to do.

2432Malc. We haue met with Foes

2433That strike beside vs.

2434Sey. Enter Sir, the Castle. Exeunt. Alarum

2436Macb. Why should I play the Roman Foole, and dye

2437On mine owne sword? whiles I see liues, the gashes

2438Do better vpon them.

2440Macd. Turne Hell-hound, turne.

2441Macb. Of all men else I haue auoyded thee:

2442But get thee backe, my soule is too much charg'd

2443With blood of thine already.

2444Macd. I haue no words,

2445My voice is in my Sword, thou bloodier Villaine

2446Then tearmes can giue thee out. Fight: Alarum

2447Macb. Thou loosest labour

2448As easie may'st thou the intrenchant Ayre

2449With thy keene Sword impresse, as make me bleed:

2450Let fall thy blade on vulnerable Crests,

2451I beare a charmed Life, which must not yeeld

2452To one of woman borne.

2453Macd. Dispaire thy Charme,

2454And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd

2455Tell thee, Macduffe was from his Mothers womb

2456Vntimely ript.

2457Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tels mee so;

2458For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:

2459And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd,

2460That palter with vs in a double sence,

2461That keepe the word of promise to our eare,

2462And breake it to our hope. Ile not fight with thee.

2463Macd. Then yeeld thee Coward,

2464And liue to be the shew, and gaze o'th'time.

2465Wee'l haue thee, as our rarer Monsters are

2466Painted vpon a pole, and vnder-writ,

2467Heere may you see the Tyrant.

2468Macb. I will not yeeld

2469To kisse the ground before young Malcolmes feet,

2470And to be baited with the Rabbles curse.

2471Though Byrnane wood be come to Dunsinane,

2472And thou oppos'd, being of no woman borne,

2473Yet I will try the last. Before my body,

2474I throw my warlike Shield: Lay on Macduffe,

2475And damn'd be him, that first cries hold, enough.

2480Mal. I would the Friends we misse, were safe arriu'd.

2481Sey. Some must go off: and yet by these I see,

2482So great a day as this is cheapely bought.

2483Mal. Macduffe is missing, and your Noble Sonne.

2484Rosse. Your son my Lord, ha's paid a souldiers debt,

2485He onely liu'd but till he was a man,

2486The which no sooner had his Prowesse confirm'd

2487In the vnshrinking station where he fought,

2488But like a man he dy'de.

2489Sey. Then he is dead?

2490Rosse. I, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow

2491Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then

2492It hath no end.

2493Sey. Had he his hurts before?

2494Rosse. I, on the Front.

2495Sey. Why then, Gods Soldier be he:

2496Had I as many Sonnes, as I haue haires,

2497I would not wish them to a fairer death:

2498And so his Knell is knoll'd.

2499Mal. Hee's worth more sorrow,

2500And that Ile spend for him.

2501Sey. He's worth no more,

2502They say he parted well, and paid his score,

2503And so God be with him. Here comes newer comfort.

2505Macd. Haile King, for so thou art.

2506Behold where stands

2507Th'Vsurpers cursed head: the time is free:

2508I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle,

2509That speake my salutation in their minds:

2510Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine.

2511Haile King of Scotland.

2512All. Haile King of Scotland. Flourish.

2513Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time,

2514Before we reckon with your seuerall loues,

2515And make vs euen with you. My Thanes and Kinsmen

2516Henceforth be Earles, the first that euer Scotland

2517In such an Honor nam'd: What's more to do,

2518Which would be planted newly with the time,

2519As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad,

2520That fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny,

2521Producing forth the cruell Ministers

2522Of this dead Butcher, and his Fiend-like Queene;

2523Who (as 'tis thought) by selfe and violent hands,

2524Tooke off her life. This, and what needfull else

2525That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,

2526We will performe in measure, time, and place:

2527So thankes to all at once, and to each one,

2528Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.