ACT 5
Scene 4
...draw me here.
Drum and Colors. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, Siward’s son, Menteith, Caithness, Angus, and Soldiers, marching.
...doubt it nothing.
What wood is this before us?
...shall be done.
We learn no other but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane and will endure
Our setting down before ’t.
...on Industrious soldiership.
The time approaches
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate;
Towards which, advance the war.
They exit marching.
Scene 6
...on our back.
Drum and Colors. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, and their army, with boughs.
...to our order.
Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant’s power tonight,
Let us be beaten if we cannot fight.
...blood and death.
They exit.
Scene 7
...Enter young Siward.
YOUNG SIWARD: What is thy name?
...to hear it.
YOUNG SIWARD: No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.
...My name’s Macbeth.
YOUNG SIWARD: The devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.
...nor more fearful.
YOUNG SIWARD: Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
...I beg not.
Enter Malcolm and Siward.
This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered.
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.
...strike beside us.
Enter, sir, the castle.
They exit. Alarum.
Scene 8
...cries “Hold! Enough!”
Enter, with Drum and Colors, Malcolm, Siward, Ross, Thanes, and Soldiers.
...were safe arrived.
Some must go off; and yet by these I see
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
...man he died.
Then he is dead?
...hath no end.
Had he his hurts before?
...on the front.
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.
...for him.
He’s worth no more.
They say he parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him. Here comes newer comfort.
...King of Scotland!
Hail, King of Scotland!
...crowned at Scone.
Flourish. All exit.