Why should I play the Roman fool and die

5.8.22437On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes

5.8.32438Do better upon them.

Do better upon them. Turn, hell-hound, turn.

Of all men else I have avoided thee,

5.8.52442But get thee back, my soul is too much charged

5.8.62443With blood of thine already.

With blood of thine already. I have no words:

5.8.72445My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain

5.8.82446Than terms can give thee out.

Than terms can give thee out. Thou losest labor.

5.8.92448As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air

5.8.102449With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.

5.8.112450Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests:

5.8.122451I bear a charmèd life which must not yield

5.8.132452To one of woman born.

To one of woman born. Despair thy charm

5.8.142454And let the angel whom thou still hast served

5.8.152455Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb

5.8.162456Untimely ripped.

Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,

5.8.182458For it hath cowed my better part of man.

5.8.192459And be these juggling fiends no more believed

5.8.202460That palter with us in a double sense,

5.8.212461That keep the word of promise to our ear

5.8.222462And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.

Then yield thee coward,

5.8.242464And live to be the show and gaze o'th' time.

5.8.252465We'll have thee as our rarer monsters are

5.8.262466Painted upon a pole and underwrit,

5.8.272467"Here may you see the tyrant."

"Here may you see the tyrant." I will not yield

5.8.282469To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,

5.8.292470And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

5.8.302471Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,

5.8.312472And thou opposed, being of no woman born,

5.8.322473Yet I will try the last. Before my body,

5.8.332474I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,

5.8.342475And damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"