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 act like some ancient Roman fool and commit suicide by falling on my own sword? As long as I see living enemies, I'd rather wound them than be wounded.
MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!
MACDUFF Turn and face me, you dog from hell, turn!
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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.
MACBETH You are the only man I have avoided. Go away. My soul is already stained too much by the blood of your murdered family.
MACDUFF I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out!
MACDUFF I have nothing to say to you. My sword will be my voice. You are too vicious for words to describe!
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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.
MACBETH You're wasting your effort. You might as well try to stab the air with your sword rather than try to use it to make me bleed. Use your sword to fight someone who can be harmed. I lead a charmed life, which and can't be defeated by anyone born from a woman.
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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.
MACDUFF Then you should despair. The evil spirit you serve can tell you that I was not born. I was cut out of my mother's womb.
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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.
MACBETH Curse your tongue for telling me this , for now my courage has deserted me! I no longer believe those tricky witches. They tricked me with their double meanings, raising my hopes only to destroy them. I won't fight you.
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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."
MACDUFF Then surrender, coward, and live on as an amusement we all mock and stare at. As with a rare beast, we'll put a picture of you on a sign, right above the words "Here is 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. 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 won't surrender and kiss the ground in front of young Malcolm's feet, or be taunted by commoners. Though Birnam Wood really did come to Dunsinane, and I'm facing a man not born of a woman, I'll fight to the end. I'll raise my shield in front of my body. Now come and fight, Macduff, and damn the first of us to cry, 'Stop! Enough!'
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, THANES, and SOLDIERS
They exit fighting. Trumpets. They reenter, still fighting, and MACBETH is killed. A trumpet sounds a call to retreat. Another trumpet sounds a call of victory. MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSS, the other THANES, and soldiers enter, with a drummer and flag.
MALCOLM I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
MALCOLM I wish all of our friends had survived to be here.
SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
SIWARD Some people will be killed in every battle. And yet, from what I can see, our great victory didn't cost us very much.
MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
MALCOLM Macduff is missing, as is your noble son.
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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.
ROSS Your son, my lord, has paid the soldier's price. He lived just long enough to be a man, and no sooner had he proved his manhood in through courage in battle, he died.
SIWARD Then he is dead?
SIWARD Then he is dead?
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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.
ROSS Yes, and carried off the field. If your grief were to equal his worth, then it would never end.
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?
SIWARD Were his wounds on his front side?
ROSS Ay, on the front.
ROSS Yes, on his 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. And so, his knell is knolled.
SIWARD Well then, he's God's soldier now! Had I as many sons as I have hairs on my head, I couldn't hope for any of them to die with more honor. And so, his time has come to die.
MALCOLM He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him.
MALCOLM He's worth more grief than that. I'll mourn 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 is worth no more than that. They say he died well, and did his duty. And so, may God be with him! Here comes better news.
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH's head
MACDUFF enters, carrying MACBETH's head.
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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!
MACDUFF Hail, king! Because that's what you are. Look, here is Macbeth's cursed head. We are free of the tyrant. I see that you are surrounded by the kingdom's noblemen, and they're thinking what I'm saying. I ask them to cheer aloud with me: Hail, King of Scotland!
ALL Hail, King of Scotland!
ALL Hail, King of Scotland!
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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.
MALCOLM I will not take long for me to repay my debt to you all by rewarding each of you as your loyalty and service deserves. My thanes and kinsmen, I name you all earls, the first ever to be named earls in Scotland. We have much else to do as well, which should be started soon at the beginning of this new era. We must call home our exiled friends who fled from the trap of Macbeth's tyranny, and we must find all those who cruel attendants who helped this dead butcher and his demon-like queen, who, it's said, killed herself. This, and whatever else we must do, by the grace of God, we will do in the right amount, at the right time, and in the right place. So I thank you all together and individually, and I invite you to come see me be crowned king of Scotland at Scone.