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.