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- THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH
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- Act 5 Scene 11
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- Retreat and flourish. Enter with a drummer and colours Malcolm, Siward,
- Ross, thanes, and soldiers
- l1l Malcolm I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
- l2l Siward Some must go off; and yet by these I see
- l3l So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
- l4l Malcolm Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
- l5l Ross (to Siward) Your son, my lord, has paid a soldierÆs debt.
- l6l He only lived but till he was a man,
- l7l The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
- l8l In the unshrinking station where he fought,
- l9l But like a man he died.
- Siward Then he is dead?
- l10l Ross Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
- l11l Must not be measured by his worth, for then
- l12l It hath no end.
- Siward Had he his hurts before?
- l13l Ross Ay, on the front.
- Siward Why then, GodÆs soldier be he.
- l14l Had I as many sons as I have hairs
- l15l I would not wish them to a fairer death;
- l16l And so his knell is knolled.
- Malcolm HeÆs worth more sorrow,
- l17l And that IÆll spend for him.
- Siward HeÆs worth no more.
- l18l They say he parted well and paid his score,
- l19l And so God be with him. Here comes newer comfort.
- (Enter Macduff with Macbeth's head)
- Macduff (to Malcolm)
- l20l Hail, King, for so thou art. Behold where stands
- l21l ThÆ usurperÆs cursΦd head. The time is free.
- l22l I see thee compassed with thy kingdomÆs pearl,
- l23l That speak my salutation in their minds,
- l24l Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:
- l25l Hail, King of Scotland!
- All But Malcolm Hail, King of Scotland!
- (Flourish)
- l26l Malcolm We shall not spend a large expense of time
- l27l Before we reckon with your several loves
- l28l And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
- l29l Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
- l30l In such an honour named. WhatÆs more to do
- l31l Which would be planted newly with the time,
- l32l As calling home our exiled friends abroad,
- l33l That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
- l34l Producing forth the cruel ministers
- l35l Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queenù
- l36l Who, as Ætis thought, by self and violent hands
- l37l Took off her lifeùthis and what needful else
- l38l That calls upon us, by the grace of grace
- l39l We will perform in measure, time, and place.
- l40l So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
- l41l Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
- (Flourish. Exeunt Omnes)
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