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What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance, And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodThis tyrant, whose sole name blisters our

wink. tongues,

(well; We have willing dames enough; there cannot be Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him That vulture in you to devour so many He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young: but As will to greatness dedicate themselves, something,

[dom Finding it so inclin'd. You may deserve of him through me; and wis


With this, there grows, To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb. In my most ill compos'd affection, such To appease an angry god.

A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, Macit. I am not treacherous.

I should cut off the nobles for their lands: Mal.

But Macbeth is. Desire his jewels, and this other's house: A good and virtuous nature may recoil, And my more-having would be as a sauce In an imperial charge. But crave your pardon; To make me hunger more: that I should forge That which you are, my thoughts cannot trans- Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, pose:

Destroying them for wealth. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell: Maxd.

This avarice Though all things fonl would wear the brows of Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root Yet grace must still look so.

(grace, Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been Maol.

I have lost my hopes. The sword of our slain kings: Yet do not fear; Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will. my doubts.'

of your mere own: All these are portable, Why in that rawness left you wife and child, With other graces weigh'd. (Those precious motives, those strong knots of Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming Without leave-taking?-I pray you, [love) graces, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Whatever I shall think.

(just, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, Macd.

Bleed, bleed, poor country ! I have no relish of them; but abound Gozat tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,

In the division of each several crime, For goodness dares not check thee :-wear thou Acting in many ways. Nay, had I power, I should thy wrongs;

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Thy title is affeerd!-Fare thee well, lord: Uproar the universal peace, confound
I would not be the villain that thou think'st All unity on earth.
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,


O Scotland! Scotland ! And the rich East to boot.

Mol. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: Mal.

Be not offended: I am as I have spoken.
I speak not as in absolute fear of


Fit to govern!
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke; No, not to live.-O nation miserable,
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash With an untitled tyrant bloody sceptred,
Is added to her wounds: I think, withal, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?
There would be hands uplifted in my right;

Since that the truest issue of thy throne And here, from gracious England, have I offer By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, Of goodly thousands: But, for all this, And does blaspheme his breed ?--Thy royal When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,


(thee, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country

Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore Shall have more vices than it had before; Oftener upon her knees than on her feet More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! By him that shall succeed.

These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself, Maai.

What should he be? Have banish'd me from Scotland.--0, my breast, Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know Thy hope ends here! All the particulars of vice so grafted,


Macduff, this noble passion, That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Child of integrity, hath from my soul Will seem as pure as snow: and the poor state Wip'd the black scruples, reconcild my thoughts Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth With my confineless harms.

By many of these trains hath sought to win me Madd.

Not in the legions Into his power: and modest wisdom plucks me Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd From over-credulous haste; But God above In evils, to top Macbeth.

Deal between thee and me; for even now Mal.

I grant him bloody, I put myself to thy direction, and Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,

Unspeak mine own detraction: here abjnre Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin The taints and blames I laid upon myself, That has a name: But there's no bottom, none, For strangers to my nature. I am yet In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daugh- Unknown to woman; never was forsworn; ters,

Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up At no time broke my faith ; would not betray The cistern of my lust; and my desire

The devil to his fellow; and delight All continent impediments would o'erbear, No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking That did oppose my will: Better Macbeth, Was this upon myself: What I am truly, Than such a one to reign.

Is thine, and my poor country's, to command: Macd.

Boundless intemperance Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, In nature is a tyranny; it hath been

Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike nien, The untimely emptying of the happy throne, All rendy at a point, was setting forth : And fall of many kings. But fear not yet Now we'll together; And the chance, of good. To take upon you what is yours : you may

(silent? Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty Be like our warranted qirarrel; Why are you


for ever,

Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things that would be howi'd out in the desert air, 'Tis hard to reconcile.

[at once, where hearing should not latch them. Enter a Doctor.


What concern they? Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king The general cause? or is it a fee-grief, forth, I pray you?

(souls, Due to some single breast? Doct. Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched Posse.

No mind, that's honest, That stay his cure : their malady convinces But in it shares some woe; though the main part The great assay of art; but, at his touch, Pertains to you alone. Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, Macd.

If it be mine, They presently amend.

Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Erit Doctor. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue Macd. What's the disease he means ? Mal.

Tis call'd th evil: Which shall possess them with the heaviest A most miraculous work in this good king; That ever yet they heard.

(sound Which often, since my here-remain in England, Macd.

Humph! I guess at it. I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife, Himself best knows: but strangely visited peo- and babes, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, (ple, Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, The mere despair of surgery, he cures; Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, To add the death of you. Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, Mal.

Merciful heaven! To the succeeding royalty he leaves (virtue, What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; The healing benediction. With this strange Give sorrow words: the grief that does not He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy :


[break. And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it That speak him full of grace.

Madi. My children too?
Enter Rosse.


Wife, children, servants, all Mad.

See, who comes here? That could be found. Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Mace.

And I must be from thence ! Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. My wife kill'd too? Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes Rosse.

I have said. The means that make us strangers! [remove Mal.

Be comforted. Rosse.

Sir, Amen. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?

To cure this deadly grief.

[ones? Rosse.

Alas, poor country! Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Did you say, all ?--0, hell-kite!- All?
Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,

At one fell swoop?
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile ; Hal. Dispute it like a man.
Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent Macd.

I shall do so; the air,

(seems But I must also feel it as a man: Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow I cannot but remember such things were, A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell That were most precious to me.-Did heaven Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's

look on, Expire before the flowers in their caps, [lives And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, Dying, or ere they sicken.

They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Macd.

O relation,

Not for their own demerits, but for mine Too nice, and yet too true!

Fell slaughter on their souls; Heaven rest them Mal. What is the newest grief?


[let grief Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the Mal, Be this the whetstone of your sword: Each minute teems a new one. [speaker; Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it, Jaci.

How does my wife? Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine Rosse. Why, well.


(heaven, Macd.

And all my children ? And braggart with my tongue-But, gentle Rosse.

Well too. Cut short all intermission : front to front, Mact. The tyrant has not batter'd at their Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; peace?

(did leave them. Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Rosse. No; they were well a: peace when I Heaven forgive him too! Madd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How


This tune goes manly.

(tidings, Come, go we to the king: our power is ready: Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Of many worthy fellows that were out; Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, you may; For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: The nighi is long that never finds the day, Now is the time of help! your eye in Scotland

(Eccunt. Would create soldiers, make our women fight, To doff their dire distresses. Mal.

Be it their comfort, We are coming thither: gracious England hath Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men:

SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle, An older, and a better soldier, none That Christendoin gives out.

Enter a Doctor of Physick, and a waiting Hosse. 'Would, I could answer

Gentlewoman. This comfort with the like! But I have words, Doct. I have two nights watched with you,

goes it?

Art Fifth

but can perceive no truth in your report. When Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds was it she last walked ?

To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, 1 More needs she the divine, than the physician.have seen her rise from her bed, throw her God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take Remove from her the means of all annoyance, forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, after- And still keep eyes upon her :-So, good night: wards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight: this while in a most fast sleep.

I think, but dare not speak. Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to re- Gent. Good night, good doctor. (Esceunt. ceive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.-In this slumbry agitation,

SCENE II. The Country near Dunsinane. besides her walking, and other actual perform- Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, CATUances, what, atany time, have you heard her say? NESS, Angus, LENOx, and Soldiers.

Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after Ment. The English power is near, led on by her.

(you should.

Malcolm, Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet His uncle Siward, and the good Macdnff. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes witness to confirm my speech.

Would to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Enter LADY MACBETH, with a Taper.

Excite the mortified inan. Lo you, here she comes? This is her very guise; Ang.

Near Birnam wood and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; Shall we well meet them; that way are they stand close.


[brother? Doct. How came she by that light?

Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Gent. Why, it stood by her; she has light by Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file her continually ; 'tis her command.

Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, Doct. You see her eyes are open.

And many unrough youths, that even now Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.

Protest their first of manhood. Doct. What is it she does now ? Look, how Meni.

What does the tyrant? she rubs her hands.

Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Genl. It is an accustomed action with her, to Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, seem thus washing her hands; I have known Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, her continue in this a quarter of an hour. He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Lady M. Yet here's a spot.

Within the belt of rule. Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what Ang.

Now does he feel comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the His secret murders sticking on his hands; more strongly.

Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-- Those he commands, move only in command, One: Two: Why, then 'tis time to do't :- Nothing in love: Now does he feel his title Hell is murky!-Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier, Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe and afеard ? What need we fear who knows it, Upon a dwarfish thief. when none can call our power to account? Ment.

Who then shall blame Yet who would have thought the old man to His pester'd senses to recoil, and start, have had so much blood in him?

When all that is within him does condemn Doct. Do you mark that?

Itself for being there ! Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife: Where Cath.

Well, march we on, is she now? -What, will these hands ne'er be To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: clean?- No more o' that, my lord, no more o' Meet we the medecin of the sickly weal; that: you mar all with this starting.

And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Doct. Go to; go to; you have known what Each drop of us. you should not.


Or so much as it needs, Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has Make we our march towards Birnam. (weeds, known.

[Exeunt, marching. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this SCENE III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castie. little hand. Oh! oh! oh!

[charged. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Doct. Whata sigh is there! The heart is sorely Mach). Bring me no more reports; let them

Gent. I would not have such a heart in my fly all; bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, Doct. Well, well, well,

I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy MalGent, 'Pray God, it be, sir.


(know Doct. This disease is beyond my practice : Was he not born of woman? The spirits that Yet I have known those which have walked in All mortal consequents, have pronounc'd me their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. thus:

Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night- Fear not, Macbeth ; no man that's born of woman, gown, look not so pale:-I tell you yet again, Shall e'er have power on thee.Then fly, false Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his And mingle with the English epicures: (thanes, Doct. Even so ?

[grave. The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Lady M. To bed, to bed; there s knocking at Shall never sagg with doubt, nor shake with the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me fear. your hand; What's done, cannot be undone:

Enter a Servant. To bed, to bed, to bed. (Erit LADY MACBETH. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac d Dort. Will she go now to bed ?

Where gott'st thou that goose look?

[loon! Gent. Directly:

[ral deeds

Sery. There is ten thousandDoct. Foul whisperings are abroad, Unnatu- Mucó. ;

Geese, villain?



Soldiers, sir. The numbers of our host, and make discovery Mach. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Err in report of us. Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch? Sold.

It shall be done.
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Siw.We learn no other, but the confident tyrant
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey- Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure

Serv. The English force, so please you. [face? Our setting down befor't.
Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton!-I am


'Tis his main hope : sick at heart,

For where there is advantage to be given, When I behold-Seyton, I say! this push Both more and less have given him the revolt; Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. And none serve with him but constrained things, I have liv'd long enough; my way of life Whose hearts are absent too. Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf:


Let our just censures And that which should accompany old age, Attend the true event, and put we on As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Industrious soldiership. I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Siv.

The time approaches, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour breath, That will with due decision make us know Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Seyton !

(not. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate; Enter SEYTOX.

But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure? Towards which advance the war.
What news more?

[Ercunt, marching. Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was re

SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the Castle. ported. Macó. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh Enter, with Drums and Colours, Macbeth, SETGive me my armour.

(he hack'a.

TOx, and Soldiers. Sey.

'Tis not needed yet. Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Vach. I'll put it on.

walls; Send out more horses, skir the country round; The cry is still, They come : Our castle's strength Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, How does your patient, doctor? [armour. Till famins, and the agne, eat them up: Doct.

Not so sick, my lord, Were they not forc'd with those that should be As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,

ours, That keep her from her rest.

We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, Jach.

Cure her of that: And beat them backward home. What is that Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;

noise ?

[A cry within, of women. Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;

Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Raze out the writter troubles of the brain; Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, The tine has been, my senses would have cool'd Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Which weighs upon the heart?

Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir Doct.

Therein the patient As life were in't: I have supp'a full with horrors; Must minister to himself.

[it:- Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thonghts, Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of Cannot once start me.- Wherefore was that cry Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff:- Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Seyton, send out.--Doctor, the thanes fly from Macb. She should have died hereafter; me:

[cast There would have been a time for such a word. Come, sir, despatch :--If thou couldst, doctor, To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, The water of my land, find her disease, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, To the last syllable of recorded time; I would applaud thee to the very echo,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools That should applaud again.-Pullit off, I say.- The way to dusty death. Out, ont, brief candle! What rhubarb, semna, or what purgative drug, Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, Would scour these English hence?-lear'st thou That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, of them?

[tion And then is heard no more: it is a tale Doct. Ay, my good lord ; your royal prepara- Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Makes us bear something.

Signifying nothing.--
Bring it after me.

Enter a Messenger.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,

Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Exil. Mess. Gracious my lord, Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, I shall report that which I say I

saw, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exil. But know not how to do it. SCENE IV.


Well, say, sir.

Mess. As I did stand my watci upon the hill, Country near Dunsinane : A Wood in vier.

I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old Si- The wood began to move. WARD, and his Son, MACDUFF, MENTETH, CATH- Macb.

Liar and slave! NESS, Angus, Lexox, Rosse, and Soldiers,

[Striking him. marching.

Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be nots); Mal. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand within this three mile may you see it coming ; That chambers will be safe.

I say, a moving grove.
We doubt it nothing. Macb.

If thou speak'st false, Siw. What wood is this before us?

Upon the next tree shalt thou Lang alive, Ment.

The wood of Birnam. Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, I care not if thou dost for me as inuch.Aud bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow " pull in resolution; and begin

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, The day almost itself professes yours,
That lies like truth : Fear not, til Birnam wood And little is to do.
Do come to Dunsinane ;--and now a wood


We have met with foes Comes toward Dunsinane.--Arm, arm, and That strike beside us. If this, which he avonches, does appear, [out! Sivo.

Enter, sir, the castle. There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.

(Eseunt. Alarum. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

Re-enter MACBETH. And wish the estate o' the world were now un

Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, done,

wrack !

and die Ring the alarum-bell:-Blow, wind! come, On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the

(gashes At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Do better upon them.

Re-enter MACDUFF.


Turn, hell-hound, turn. The same. A Plain before the Castle.

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : Enter, with Drums and colours, MALCOLM, old But get thee back, my soul is too much charga SIWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and their Army with With blood of thine already.

Macd. Boughs.

I have no words, Mai. Now near enough: your leavy screens My voice is in my sword; thon bloodier villain throw down,


Than terms can give thee out! [They fight. And show like those you are :-Yon, worthy As

easy mayst thou the entrenchant air

Thou losest labour :
Shall, with my cousin, your right noble son,
Lead our first battle : worthy Macduff, and we, Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Shall take upon us what else remains to do,

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield According to our order.

To one of woman born.
Fare you well.

Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,

Despair thy charm;

And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Let tis be beaten, if we cannot fight. Macd. Make all our trumpets speak: give Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb them all breath,

Untimely ripp'd. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. For it hath cow'd my better part of man:

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells meso, [Ereunt. Alarums continued.

And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,

That palter with us in a double sense ;
The same. Another part of the Plain.

That keep the word of promise to our ear,

And break it to our hope.--I'll not fight with thee. Enter MACBETH, Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I can. And live to be the show and gaze o' the time.

Macd. Then yield thee, coward, not fly,

[he, Put, hearlike, I must fight the course.- What's Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,

We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, That was not born of woman? Such a one

Here may you see the tyrant. Am I to fear, or none.


I'll not yield,
Enter young SIWARD.

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Yo. Siw. What is thy name?

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

Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, Yo. Six. No; though thou call'st thyself a And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Than any is in hell.

(hotter name Yet I will try the last: Before my body Mach.

My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siue. The devil himself could not pro- And damu'd be him that first cries, Hold, enmih.

I throw my warlike shield; lay on, Macduff: More hateful to mine ear. [nounce a title

[Exeunt, figilling. Mach.

No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with Retreat Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and CoI'll prove the lie thou speak'st. (my sword lours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX,

[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. ANGUS, CATHINESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers. Mach.

Thou wast born of woman.- Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe But swords I smile at, weapons langh to scorn, arriv'd. Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, hy these I see,

(Exit. So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Alarums. Entor Macduff.

Mal. Macduff is inissing, and your noble son. Macd. That way the noise is :-Tyrant, show Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's thy face:

Ile only lived but till he was a man: debt; If thou best slain, and with no stroke of mine, The which no sooner had his prowess contirm'd My wife and children's ghosts will haunt mestill. In the unshrinking station where he fought, I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms But like a man he died. Are hird to bear their staves; either thou, Siw.

Then he is dend ? Macbeth,

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, [be; cause of sorrow I sheathe again urheeded. There thou should'st Must not be measurd by his worth, for then Ky this great clatter, one of greatest note It hath no end. Seems bruited: Let me find him, fortune!


Had he his lurts before? And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum. Rosse. Ay, on the front. Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.


Why then, God's soldier be he! Siw. This way, my lord ;-the castle's gently Had I as many sons as I have hairs, render'd :

I would not wish them to a fairer death:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; And so his knell is knoll'd.
The noble thanes do bra sely in the war;


lle's wortli more sorrow,

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