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Enter young Seyward.
Y. Sey. What is thy name?
Macb. Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.

Y. Sey. No, though thou callst thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.

Macb. My name's Macbeth.

r. Sey. The devil himself could not pronounce'a title More hateful to mine ear.

Macb. No, nor more fearful.

Y. Sey. • Thou lieft, abhorred Tyrant; with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

Fight, and young Seyward is pain. Macb. Thou waft born of woman. But swords I sinile at, weapons laugh to fcorn, Brandish'd by man that 's of a woman born. [Exit.

Alarums. Enter Macduff. Macd. That way the noise is. Tyrant, shew thy face; If thou be'ft lain, and with no ftroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me ftill. I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their staves ; either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seeins bruited. Let me find him, fortune, And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarums.

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Enter Malcolm and Seyward.
Sey. This way, my Lord; the castle 's gently rendied;
The Tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble Thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost * itself professes yours,
And little is to do.

Mal. We have met with foes,
That strike beside us.
Sey. Enter, Şir, the castle.

[Exeunt. Alarwin.
Enter Macbeth.
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
On mine own sword ? y whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.

To him, enter Macduff, Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.

Macb. Of all men elfe I have avoided thce. But

get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd With blood of thine already.

Macd. I have no words;
My voice is in my swor!! Thou bioodier villain,
Than terms can give thee. out.

[Fight Aarum.
Macb. Thou losest labour;
As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests,
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.

Macd. Despair thy charın,

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And let the Angel, whom thou still haft serv’d,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ript:

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man;
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double fenfe;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I 'll not fight with tlice.

Macd. Then yield thee, Coward,
And live to be the shew and gaze o'th' 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 kils the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou oppos’d, 2 being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the laft. Before my body
I throw iny warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff ;
And damn'd be a he, that first cries, “ Hold, enough."

[Exçunt fighting. Alarums,



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Retreat and flourish. Enter, with Drum and colours, Malcolm,

Seyward, Roffe, Thanes, and Soldiers.

Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arriv'di

Szy. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

Mal. Macduff is miffing, and your noble son:

Roffe. Your son, my Lord, has paid a soldier's debt;
He only liv'd but 'till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd;
In the unshrinking station where he foughty
But like a man he dy'd.

Scy. Then he is dead?
Rose. Ay, and brought off tlie field. Your cause of

Muft not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

Sey. Had he his Hurts before?
Roffe. Ay, on the front

Sey. Why then, God's soldier bie he!
Had I as many fons as I have Irairs;

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I would not wish them to a fairer death.
And so his knell is knoll’d.

Mal. He's worth more sorrow ;
And that I'll spend for him.

Sey. He's worth no more; They say, he parted well, and paid his score. And so God be with him!-Here comes newer confort.

Enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head.
Macd. Hail, King! for so thou art. Behold, where

Th’ Usurper's cursed head. The time is free;
I see thee compast with thy kingdoin's pearl,
That speak my falutation in their minds,
Whofe voices I defire aloud with mine;
Hail, King of Scotland !
All. Hail, King of Scotland !

Mal. We Mall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your several loves,
And make us even with you. My Thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be Earls, the first tirat ever Scotland
In such an honour nam'd. What 's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exild friends abroad,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers.
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like Queen,

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