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Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
[Exeunt. The alarum bell rings.
SCENE VI.— The Same. A Plain before the Castle.
Enter, with drums and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD),
MACDUFF, etc., their Army carrying boughs. Mal. Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down, And show like those you are.—You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our first battle : worthy Macduff, and we, Shall take upon 's what else remains to do, According to our order. Siw.
Fare you well.— Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
• Till famine CLING thee:] i.e., probably, till famine shrink, or dry thee up: to cleng is still so used in the north of England.
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all
breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
SCENE VII.— The Same. Another Part of the Plain.
Macb. They have tied me to a stake : I cannot fly,
Enter young SIWARD.
Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.
My name 's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce title More hateful to mine ear. Macb.
No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant: with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. Macb.
Thou wast born of woman :But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit.
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF. Madd. That way the noise is.-Tyrant, show thy face !
If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
Siw. This way, my lord.—The castle's gently render'd :
We have met with foes
Enter, sir, the castle.
[Exeunt into the castle, Alarums.
Mac. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.
Turn, hell-hound, turn !
? – wretched KERNS,] The word kerns seems here used with greater licence than usual, as mere mercenaries.
& Seems BRUITED.) i.e., Noised or reported, as often before.
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee :
I have no words;
Thou losest labour:
Despair thy charm;
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
Macd. Then, yield thee, coward,
I will not yield,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
(Exeunt, fighting' Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, Thanes, and Soldiers. Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arriv’d.
Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Mal, Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
Then he is dead ?
Had he his hurts before ?
Why, then, God's soldier be he!
. Exeunt, fighting.] According to the stage-direction of all the folios, Macbeth and Macduff re-enter fighting, and Macbeth is slain before the audience. Perhaps the scene was sometimes so represented.