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Enter MACBETH
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Enter MACBETH
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MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
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MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
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Enter MACDUFF
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Enter MACDUFF
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MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!
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MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!
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MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee.
5 But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
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MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
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MACDUFF I have no words.
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!
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MACDUFF I have no words.
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!
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They fight
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They fight
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MACBETH Thou losest labor.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
10 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
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MACBETH Thou losest labor.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
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MACDUFF Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped.
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MACDUFF Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped.
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MACBETH Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
20 That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.
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MACBETH Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.
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MACDUFF Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o' th' time.
25 We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
“Here may you see the tyrant.”
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MACDUFF Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o' th' time.
We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
“Here may you see the tyrant.”
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MACBETH I will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet,
And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.
30 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, “Hold, enough!”
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MACBETH I will not yield,
To kiss 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 opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, “Hold, enough!”
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Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS
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Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS
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MALCOLM 35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
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MALCOLM I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
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SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
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SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
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MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
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MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
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ROSS Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.
40 He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
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ROSS Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.
He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
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SIWARD Then he is dead?
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SIWARD Then he is dead?
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ROSS Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
45 Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
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ROSS Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
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SIWARD Had he his hurts before?
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SIWARD Had he his hurts before?
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ROSS Ay, on the front.
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ROSS Ay, on the front.
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SIWARD Why then, God’s soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death.
50 And so, his knell is knolled.
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SIWARD Why then, God’s soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death.
And so, his knell is knolled.
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MALCOLM He’s worth more sorrow,
And that I’ll spend for him.
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MALCOLM He’s worth more sorrow,
And that I’ll spend for him.
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SIWARD He’s worth no more.
They say he parted well and paid his score.
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
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SIWARD He’s worth no more.
They say he parted well and paid his score.
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
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Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH ’s head
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Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH ’s head
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MACDUFF Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands
55 The usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
Hail, King of Scotland!
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MACDUFF Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands
The usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
Hail, King of Scotland!
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ALL 60 Hail, King of Scotland!
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ALL Hail, King of Scotland!
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Flourish
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Flourish
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MALCOLM We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
65 In such an honor named. What’s more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
70 Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,
Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place.
75 So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
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MALCOLM We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honor named. What’s more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,
Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place.
So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
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Flourish. Exeunt
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Flourish. Exeunt
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter MACBETH
|
Enter MACBETH
|
|
MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
|
MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
|
|
Enter MACDUFF
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Enter MACDUFF
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MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!
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MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!
|
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MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee.
5 But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
|
MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
|
|
MACDUFF I have no words.
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!
|
MACDUFF I have no words.
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!
|
|
They fight
|
They fight
|
|
MACBETH Thou losest labor.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
10 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
|
MACBETH Thou losest labor.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
|
|
MACDUFF Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped.
|
MACDUFF Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped.
|
|
MACBETH Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
20 That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.
|
MACBETH Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.
|
|
MACDUFF Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o' th' time.
25 We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
“Here may you see the tyrant.”
|
MACDUFF Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o' th' time.
We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
“Here may you see the tyrant.”
|
|
MACBETH I will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet,
And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.
30 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, “Hold, enough!”
|
MACBETH I will not yield,
To kiss 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 opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, “Hold, enough!”
|
|
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS
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Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS
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MALCOLM 35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
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MALCOLM I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
|
|
SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
|
SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
|
|
MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
|
MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
|
|
ROSS Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.
40 He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
|
ROSS Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.
He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
|
|
SIWARD Then he is dead?
|
SIWARD Then he is dead?
|
|
ROSS Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
45 Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
|
ROSS Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
|
|
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?
|
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?
|
|
ROSS Ay, on the front.
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ROSS Ay, on the front.
|
|
SIWARD Why then, God’s soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death.
50 And so, his knell is knolled.
|
SIWARD Why then, God’s soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death.
And so, his knell is knolled.
|
|
MALCOLM He’s worth more sorrow,
And that I’ll spend for him.
|
MALCOLM He’s worth more sorrow,
And that I’ll spend for him.
|
|
SIWARD He’s worth no more.
They say he parted well and paid his score.
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
|
SIWARD He’s worth no more.
They say he parted well and paid his score.
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
|
|
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH ’s head
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Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH ’s head
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|
MACDUFF Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands
55 The usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
Hail, King of Scotland!
|
MACDUFF Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands
The usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
Hail, King of Scotland!
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ALL 60 Hail, King of Scotland!
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ALL Hail, King of Scotland!
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Flourish
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Flourish
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MALCOLM We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
65 In such an honor named. What’s more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
70 Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,
Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place.
75 So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
|
MALCOLM We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honor named. What’s more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,
Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place.
So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
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Flourish. Exeunt
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Flourish. Exeunt
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