Speeches (Lines) for Macduff in "The Tragedy of Macbeth"

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1 II / 3
  • Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
    That you do lie so late?
  • Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
    That you do lie so late?
  • Porter. Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he
    should have old turning the key.
    [Knocking within]
    Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' th name of ]Beelzebub? Here's a
    farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty. Come in,
    farmer. Have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't.
    [Knocking within]
    Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an
    equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale,
    who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate
    to heaven. O, come in, equivocator.
    [Knocking within]
    Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come
    hither for stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor. Here you may
    roast your goose.
    [Knocking within]
    Knock, knock; never at quiet. What are you? But this place is too cold
    for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further. I had thought to have let in some
    of all professions that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.
    [Knocking within]
    Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

    Macduff. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
    That you do lie so late?

2 II / 3
  • What three things does drink especially provoke?
  • What three things does drink especially provoke?
  • Porter. 'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
    second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
    provoker of three things.

    Macduff. What three things does drink especially provoke?

3 II / 3
  • I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
  • I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
  • Porter. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it
    provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the
    performance: therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator
    with lechery. It makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it
    takes him off; it persuades him and disheartens him; makes him
    stand to and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep
    and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

    Macduff. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

4 II / 3
  • Is thy master stirring?
    [Enter MACBETH]
    Our knocking has awaked him; her...
  • Is thy master stirring?
    [Enter MACBETH]
    Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.
  • Porter. That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
    me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I
    think, being too strong for him, though he took
    up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast
    him.

    Macduff. Is thy master stirring?
    [Enter MACBETH]
    Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.

5 II / 3
  • Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
  • Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
  • Macbeth. Good morrow, both.

    Macduff. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

6 II / 3
  • He did command me to call timely on him:
    I have almost slipp'd the hour.
  • He did command me to call timely on him:
    I have almost slipp'd the hour.
  • Macbeth. Not yet.

    Macduff. He did command me to call timely on him:
    I have almost slipp'd the hour.

7 II / 3
  • I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
    But yet 'tis one.
  • I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
    But yet 'tis one.
  • Macbeth. I'll bring you to him.

    Macduff. I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
    But yet 'tis one.

8 II / 3
  • I'll make so bold to call,
    For 'tis my limited service.
  • I'll make so bold to call,
    For 'tis my limited service.
  • Macbeth. The labour we delight in physics pain.
    This is the door.

    Macduff. I'll make so bold to call,
    For 'tis my limited service.

9 II / 3
  • O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
    Cannot conceive nor name thee!
  • O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
    Cannot conceive nor name thee!
  • Lennox. My young remembrance cannot parallel
    A fellow to it.

    Macduff. O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
    Cannot conceive nor name thee!

10 II / 3
  • Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
    Most sacrilegious murder hath broke...
  • Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
    Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
    The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
    The life o' the building!
  • Macbeth. [with Lennox] What's the matter.

    Macduff. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
    Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
    The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
    The life o' the building!

11 II / 3
  • Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
    With a new Gorgon: do not bid m...
  • Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
    With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
    See, and then speak yourselves.
    [Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX]
    Awake, awake!
    Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason!
    Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
    Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
    And look on death itself! up, up, and see
    The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo!
    As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,
    To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.
  • Lennox. Mean you his majesty?

    Macduff. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
    With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
    See, and then speak yourselves.
    [Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX]
    Awake, awake!
    Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason!
    Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
    Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
    And look on death itself! up, up, and see
    The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo!
    As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,
    To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.

12 II / 3
  • O gentle lady,
    'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
    The repetition...
  • O gentle lady,
    'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
    The repetition, in a woman's ear,
    Would murder as it fell.
    [Enter BANQUO]
    O Banquo, Banquo,
    Our royal master 's murder'd!
  • Lady Macbeth. What's the business,
    That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
    The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!

    Macduff. O gentle lady,
    'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
    The repetition, in a woman's ear,
    Would murder as it fell.
    [Enter BANQUO]
    O Banquo, Banquo,
    Our royal master 's murder'd!

13 II / 3
  • Your royal father 's murder'd.
  • Your royal father 's murder'd.
  • Macbeth. You are, and do not know't:
    The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
    Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.

    Macduff. Your royal father 's murder'd.

14 II / 3
  • Wherefore did you so?
  • Wherefore did you so?
  • Macbeth. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
    That I did kill them.

    Macduff. Wherefore did you so?

15 II / 3
  • Look to the lady.
  • Look to the lady.
  • Lady Macbeth. Help me hence, ho!

    Macduff. Look to the lady.

16 II / 3
  • And so do I.
  • And so do I.
  • Banquo. Look to the lady:
    [LADY MACBETH is carried out]
    And when we have our naked frailties hid,
    That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
    And question this most bloody piece of work,
    To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:
    In the great hand of God I stand; and thence
    Against the undivulged pretence I fight
    Of treasonous malice.

    Macduff. And so do I.

17 II / 4
  • Why, see you not?
  • Why, see you not?
  • Ross. They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
    That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.
    [Enter MACDUFF]
    How goes the world, sir, now?

    Macduff. Why, see you not?

18 II / 4
  • Those that Macbeth hath slain.
  • Those that Macbeth hath slain.
  • Ross. Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

    Macduff. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

19 II / 4
  • They were suborn'd:
    Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
    Are stol...
  • They were suborn'd:
    Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
    Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
    Suspicion of the deed.
  • Ross. Alas, the day!
    What good could they pretend?

    Macduff. They were suborn'd:
    Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
    Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
    Suspicion of the deed.

20 II / 4
  • He is already named, and gone to Scone
    To be invested.
  • He is already named, and gone to Scone
    To be invested.
  • Ross. 'Gainst nature still!
    Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
    Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like
    The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

    Macduff. He is already named, and gone to Scone
    To be invested.

21 II / 4
  • Carried to Colmekill,
    The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
    And gua...
  • Carried to Colmekill,
    The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
    And guardian of their bones.
  • Ross. Where is Duncan's body?

    Macduff. Carried to Colmekill,
    The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
    And guardian of their bones.

22 II / 4
  • No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
  • No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
  • Ross. Will you to Scone?

    Macduff. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

23 II / 4
  • Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
    Lest our old robes sit easi...
  • Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
    Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
  • Ross. Well, I will thither.

    Macduff. Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
    Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

24 IV / 3
  • Let us rather
    Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
    Bestride our...
  • Let us rather
    Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
    Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn
    New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
    Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
    As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out
    Like syllable of dolour.
  • Malcolm. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
    Weep our sad bosoms empty.

    Macduff. Let us rather
    Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
    Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn
    New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
    Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
    As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out
    Like syllable of dolour.

25 IV / 3
  • I am not treacherous.
  • I am not treacherous.
  • Malcolm. What I believe I'll wail,
    What know believe, and what I can redress,
    As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
    What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.
    This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
    Was once thought honest: you have loved him well.
    He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young;
    but something
    You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom
    To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb
    To appease an angry god.

    Macduff. I am not treacherous.

26 IV / 3
  • I have lost my hopes.
  • I have lost my hopes.
  • Malcolm. But Macbeth is.
    A good and virtuous nature may recoil
    In an imperial charge. But I shall crave
    your pardon;
    That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose:
    Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
    Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
    Yet grace must still look so.

    Macduff. I have lost my hopes.

27 IV / 3
  • Bleed, bleed, poor country!
    Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,
    For...
  • Bleed, bleed, poor country!
    Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,
    For goodness dare not cheque thee: wear thou
    thy wrongs;
    The title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord:
    I would not be the villain that thou think'st
    For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,
    And the rich East to boot.
  • Malcolm. Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
    Why in that rawness left you wife and child,
    Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,
    Without leave-taking? I pray you,
    Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
    But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,
    Whatever I shall think.

    Macduff. Bleed, bleed, poor country!
    Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,
    For goodness dare not cheque thee: wear thou
    thy wrongs;
    The title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord:
    I would not be the villain that thou think'st
    For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,
    And the rich East to boot.

28 IV / 3
  • What should he be?
  • What should he be?
  • Malcolm. Be not offended:
    I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
    I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
    It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
    Is added to her wounds: I think withal
    There would be hands uplifted in my right;
    And here from gracious England have I offer
    Of goodly thousands: but, for all this,
    When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
    Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
    Shall have more vices than it had before,
    More suffer and more sundry ways than ever,
    By him that shall succeed.

    Macduff. What should he be?

29 IV / 3
  • Not in the legions
    Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
    In evils...
  • Not in the legions
    Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
    In evils to top Macbeth.
  • Malcolm. It is myself I mean: in whom I know
    All the particulars of vice so grafted
    That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth
    Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state
    Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
    With my confineless harms.

    Macduff. Not in the legions
    Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
    In evils to top Macbeth.

30 IV / 3
  • Boundless intemperance
    In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
    The untimely...
  • Boundless intemperance
    In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
    The untimely emptying of the happy throne
    And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
    To take upon you what is yours: you may
    Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
    And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.
    We have willing dames enough: there cannot be
    That vulture in you, to devour so many
    As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
    Finding it so inclined.
  • Malcolm. I grant him bloody,
    Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
    Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
    That has a name: but there's no bottom, none,
    In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,
    Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up
    The cistern of my lust, and my desire
    All continent impediments would o'erbear
    That did oppose my will: better Macbeth
    Than such an one to reign.

    Macduff. Boundless intemperance
    In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
    The untimely emptying of the happy throne
    And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
    To take upon you what is yours: you may
    Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
    And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.
    We have willing dames enough: there cannot be
    That vulture in you, to devour so many
    As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
    Finding it so inclined.

31 IV / 3
  • This avarice
    Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root
    Than summer-...
  • This avarice
    Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root
    Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been
    The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;
    Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will.
    Of your mere own: all these are portable,
    With other graces weigh'd.
  • Malcolm. With this there grows
    In my most ill-composed affection such
    A stanchless avarice that, were I king,
    I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
    Desire his jewels and this other's house:
    And my more-having would be as a sauce
    To make me hunger more; that I should forge
    Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
    Destroying them for wealth.

    Macduff. This avarice
    Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root
    Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been
    The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;
    Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will.
    Of your mere own: all these are portable,
    With other graces weigh'd.

32 IV / 3
  • O Scotland, Scotland!
  • O Scotland, Scotland!
  • Malcolm. But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
    As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
    Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
    Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
    I have no relish of them, but abound
    In the division of each several crime,
    Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
    Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
    Uproar the universal peace, confound
    All unity on earth.

    Macduff. O Scotland, Scotland!

33 IV / 3
  • Fit to govern!
    No, not to live. O nation miserable,
    With an untitled tyr...
  • Fit to govern!
    No, not to live. O nation miserable,
    With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
    When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
    Since that the truest issue of thy throne
    By his own interdiction stands accursed,
    And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father
    Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee,
    Oftener upon her knees than on her feet,
    Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
    These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
    Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast,
    Thy hope ends here!
  • Malcolm. If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
    I am as I have spoken.

    Macduff. Fit to govern!
    No, not to live. O nation miserable,
    With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
    When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
    Since that the truest issue of thy throne
    By his own interdiction stands accursed,
    And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father
    Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee,
    Oftener upon her knees than on her feet,
    Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
    These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
    Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast,
    Thy hope ends here!

34 IV / 3
  • Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
    'Tis hard to reconcile.
  • Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
    'Tis hard to reconcile.
  • Malcolm. Macduff, this noble passion,
    Child of integrity, hath from my soul
    Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
    To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth
    By many of these trains hath sought to win me
    Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me
    From over-credulous haste: but God above
    Deal between thee and me! for even now
    I put myself to thy direction, and
    Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
    The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
    For strangers to my nature. I am yet
    Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
    Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
    At no time broke my faith, would not betray
    The devil to his fellow and delight
    No less in truth than life: my first false speaking
    Was this upon myself: what I am truly,
    Is thine and my poor country's to command:
    Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,
    Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
    Already at a point, was setting forth.
    Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness
    Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?

    Macduff. Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
    'Tis hard to reconcile.

35 IV / 3
  • What's the disease he means?
  • What's the disease he means?
  • Malcolm. I thank you, doctor.

    Macduff. What's the disease he means?

36 IV / 3
  • See, who comes here?
  • See, who comes here?
  • Malcolm. 'Tis call'd the evil:
    A most miraculous work in this good king;
    Which often, since my here-remain in England,
    I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
    Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people,
    All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
    The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
    Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
    Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
    To the succeeding royalty he leaves
    The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
    He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
    And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
    That speak him full of grace.

    Macduff. See, who comes here?

37 IV / 3
  • My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
  • My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
  • Malcolm. My countryman; but yet I know him not.

    Macduff. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

38 IV / 3
  • Stands Scotland where it did?
  • Stands Scotland where it did?
  • Ross. Sir, amen.

    Macduff. Stands Scotland where it did?

39 IV / 3
  • O, relation
    Too nice, and yet too true!
  • O, relation
    Too nice, and yet too true!
  • Ross. Alas, poor country!
    Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
    Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
    But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
    Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
    Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
    A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell
    Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives
    Expire before the flowers in their caps,
    Dying or ere they sicken.

    Macduff. O, relation
    Too nice, and yet too true!

40 IV / 3
  • How does my wife?
  • How does my wife?
  • Ross. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
    Each minute teems a new one.

    Macduff. How does my wife?

41 IV / 3
  • And all my children?
  • And all my children?
  • Ross. Why, well.

    Macduff. And all my children?

42 IV / 3
  • The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
  • The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
  • Ross. Well too.

    Macduff. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?

43 IV / 3
  • But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?
  • But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?
  • Ross. No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

    Macduff. But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?

44 IV / 3
  • What concern they?
    The general cause? or is it a fee-grief
    Due to some s...
  • What concern they?
    The general cause? or is it a fee-grief
    Due to some single breast?
  • Ross. Would I could answer
    This comfort with the like! But I have words
    That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
    Where hearing should not latch them.

    Macduff. What concern they?
    The general cause? or is it a fee-grief
    Due to some single breast?

45 IV / 3
  • If it be mine,
    Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
  • If it be mine,
    Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
  • Ross. No mind that's honest
    But in it shares some woe; though the main part
    Pertains to you alone.

    Macduff. If it be mine,
    Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

46 IV / 3
  • Hum! I guess at it.
  • Hum! I guess at it.
  • Ross. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
    Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
    That ever yet they heard.

    Macduff. Hum! I guess at it.

47 IV / 3
  • My children too?
  • My children too?
  • Malcolm. Merciful heaven!
    What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
    Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
    Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

    Macduff. My children too?

48 IV / 3
  • And I must be from thence!
    My wife kill'd too?
  • And I must be from thence!
    My wife kill'd too?
  • Ross. Wife, children, servants, all
    That could be found.

    Macduff. And I must be from thence!
    My wife kill'd too?

49 IV / 3
  • He has no children. All my pretty ones?
    Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? <...
  • He has no children. All my pretty ones?
    Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
    What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
    At one fell swoop?
  • Malcolm. Be comforted:
    Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
    To cure this deadly grief.

    Macduff. He has no children. All my pretty ones?
    Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
    What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
    At one fell swoop?

50 IV / 3
  • I shall do so;
    But I must also feel it as a man:
    I cannot but remember s...
  • I shall do so;
    But I must also feel it as a man:
    I cannot but remember such things were,
    That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on,
    And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
    They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
    Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
    Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now!
  • Malcolm. Dispute it like a man.

    Macduff. I shall do so;
    But I must also feel it as a man:
    I cannot but remember such things were,
    That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on,
    And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
    They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
    Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
    Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now!

51 IV / 3
  • O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
    And braggart with my tongue! But, g...
  • O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
    And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,
    Cut short all intermission; front to front
    Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;
    Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
    Heaven forgive him too!
  • Malcolm. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
    Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

    Macduff. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
    And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,
    Cut short all intermission; front to front
    Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;
    Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
    Heaven forgive him too!

52 V / 4
  • Let our just censures
    Attend the true event, and put we on
    Industrious s...
  • Let our just censures
    Attend the true event, and put we on
    Industrious soldiership.
  • Malcolm. 'Tis his main hope:
    For where there is advantage to be given,
    Both more and less have given him the revolt,
    And none serve with him but constrained things
    Whose hearts are absent too.

    Macduff. Let our just censures
    Attend the true event, and put we on
    Industrious soldiership.

53 V / 6
  • Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
    Those clamorous harbinger...
  • Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
    Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
  • Siward. Fare you well.
    Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
    Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

    Macduff. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
    Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

54 V / 7
  • That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
    If thou be'st slain and with n...
  • That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
    If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
    My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
    I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
    Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,
    Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
    I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
    By this great clatter, one of greatest note
    Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
    And more I beg not.
  • Macbeth. Thou wast born of woman
    But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
    Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.

    Macduff. That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
    If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
    My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
    I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
    Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,
    Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
    I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
    By this great clatter, one of greatest note
    Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
    And more I beg not.

55 V / 8
  • Turn, hell-hound, turn!
  • Turn, hell-hound, turn!
  • Macbeth. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
    On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
    Do better upon them.

    Macduff. Turn, hell-hound, turn!

56 V / 8
  • I have no words:
    My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
    Than ter...
  • I have no words:
    My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
    Than terms can give thee out!
  • 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!

57 V / 8
  • Despair thy charm;
    And let the angel whom thou still hast served
    Tell th...
  • Despair thy charm;
    And let the angel whom thou still hast served
    Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
    Untimely ripp'd.
  • Macbeth. Thou losest labour:
    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 charmed life, which must not yield,
    To one of woman born.

    Macduff. Despair thy charm;
    And let the angel whom thou still hast served
    Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
    Untimely ripp'd.

58 V / 8
  • Then yield thee, coward,
    And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:
    W...
  • Then yield thee, coward,
    And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:
    We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
    Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
    'Here may you see the tyrant.'
  • Macbeth. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
    For it hath cow'd 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' the time:
    We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
    Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
    'Here may you see the tyrant.'

59 V / 8
  • Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
    The usurper's cursed head:...
  • Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
    The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
    I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
    That speak my salutation in their minds;
    Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:
    Hail, King of Scotland!
  • 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.

    Macduff. Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
    The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
    I see thee compass'd 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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