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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 2
  • This is the sergeant
    Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
    'Gainst my...
  • This is the sergeant
    Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
    'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
    Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
    As thou didst leave it.
  • Duncan. What bloody man is that? He can report,
    As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
    The newest state.

    Malcolm. This is the sergeant
    Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
    'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
    Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
    As thou didst leave it.

2 I / 2
  • The worthy thane of Ross.
  • The worthy thane of Ross.
  • Duncan. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
    They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
    [Exit Sergeant, attended]
    Who comes here?

    Malcolm. The worthy thane of Ross.

3 I / 4
  • My liege,
    They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
    With one that saw...
  • My liege,
    They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
    With one that saw him die: who did report
    That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
    Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
    A deep repentance: nothing in his life
    Became him like the leaving it; he died
    As one that had been studied in his death
    To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
    As 'twere a careless trifle.
  • Duncan. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
    Those in commission yet return'd?

    Malcolm. My liege,
    They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
    With one that saw him die: who did report
    That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
    Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
    A deep repentance: nothing in his life
    Became him like the leaving it; he died
    As one that had been studied in his death
    To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
    As 'twere a careless trifle.

4 II / 3
  • O, by whom?
  • O, by whom?
  • Macduff. Your royal father 's murder'd.

    Malcolm. O, by whom?

5 II / 3
  • [Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues,
    That most may claim this ar...
  • [Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues,
    That most may claim this argument for ours?
  • Macduff. Look to the lady.

    Malcolm. [Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues,
    That most may claim this argument for ours?

6 II / 3
  • [Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow
    Upon the foot of motion.
  • [Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow
    Upon the foot of motion.
  • Donalbain. [Aside to MALCOLM] What should be spoken here,
    where our fate,
    Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
    Let 's away;
    Our tears are not yet brew'd.

    Malcolm. [Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow
    Upon the foot of motion.

7 II / 3
  • What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
    To show an unfelt sorrow is a...
  • What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
    To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
    Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
  • All. Well contented.

    Malcolm. What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
    To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
    Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.

8 II / 3
  • This murderous shaft that's shot
    Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
  • This murderous shaft that's shot
    Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
    Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
    And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
    But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
    Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.
  • Donalbain. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
    Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
    There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
    The nearer bloody.

    Malcolm. This murderous shaft that's shot
    Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
    Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
    And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
    But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
    Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.

9 IV / 3
  • Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
    Weep our sad bosoms empty.
  • Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
    Weep our sad bosoms empty.
  • Son. He has kill'd me, mother:
    Run away, I pray you!
    [Dies]
    [Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt]
    Murderers, following her]

    Malcolm. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
    Weep our sad bosoms empty.

10 IV / 3
  • What I believe I'll wail,
    What know believe, and what I can redress,
    As...
  • 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. 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. 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.

11 IV / 3
  • But Macbeth is.
    A good and virtuous nature may recoil
    In an imperial cha...
  • 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 am not treacherous.

    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.

12 IV / 3
  • Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
    Why in that rawness left yo...
  • 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. I have lost my hopes.

    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.

13 IV / 3
  • Be not offended:
    I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
    I think our cou...
  • 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. 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. 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.

14 IV / 3
  • It is myself I mean: in whom I know
    All the particulars of vice so grafted <...
  • 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. What should he be?

    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.

15 IV / 3
  • I grant him bloody,
    Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
    Sudden, mal...
  • 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. Not in the legions
    Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
    In evils to top Macbeth.

    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.

16 IV / 3
  • With this there grows
    In my most ill-composed affection such
    A stanchles...
  • 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. 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. 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.

17 IV / 3
  • But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
    As justice, verity, temperance, s...
  • 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. 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. 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.

18 IV / 3
  • If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
    I am as I have spoken.
  • If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
    I am as I have spoken.
  • Macduff. O Scotland, Scotland!

    Malcolm. If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
    I am as I have spoken.

19 IV / 3
  • Macduff, this noble passion,
    Child of integrity, hath from my soul
    Wiped...
  • 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. 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. 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?

20 IV / 3
  • Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you?
  • Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you?
  • Macduff. Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
    'Tis hard to reconcile.

    Malcolm. Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, I pray you?

21 IV / 3
  • I thank you, doctor.
  • I thank you, doctor.
  • Doctor. Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
    That stay his cure: their malady convinces
    The great assay of art; but at his touch--
    Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand--
    They presently amend.

    Malcolm. I thank you, doctor.

22 IV / 3
  • 'Tis call'd the evil:
    A most miraculous work in this good king;
    Which of...
  • '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. What's the disease he means?

    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.

23 IV / 3
  • My countryman; but yet I know him not.
  • My countryman; but yet I know him not.
  • Macduff. See, who comes here?

    Malcolm. My countryman; but yet I know him not.

24 IV / 3
  • I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
    The means that makes us strangers!
  • I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
    The means that makes us strangers!
  • Macduff. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

    Malcolm. I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
    The means that makes us strangers!

25 IV / 3
  • What's the newest grief?
  • What's the newest grief?
  • Macduff. O, relation
    Too nice, and yet too true!

    Malcolm. What's the newest grief?

26 IV / 3
  • Be't their comfort
    We are coming thither: gracious England hath
    Lent us...
  • Be't their comfort
    We are coming thither: gracious England hath
    Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
    An older and a better soldier none
    That Christendom gives out.
  • Ross. When I came hither to transport the tidings,
    Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
    Of many worthy fellows that were out;
    Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
    For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
    Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
    Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
    To doff their dire distresses.

    Malcolm. Be't their comfort
    We are coming thither: gracious England hath
    Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
    An older and a better soldier none
    That Christendom gives out.

27 IV / 3
  • Merciful heaven!
    What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
    Give so...
  • 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.
  • Ross. Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
    Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
    Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
    To add the death of you.

    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.

28 IV / 3
  • Be comforted:
    Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
    To cure this...
  • Be comforted:
    Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
    To cure this deadly grief.
  • Ross. I have said.

    Malcolm. Be comforted:
    Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
    To cure this deadly grief.

29 IV / 3
  • Dispute it like a man.
  • Dispute it like a man.
  • 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?

    Malcolm. Dispute it like a man.

30 IV / 3
  • Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
    Convert to anger; blunt not t...
  • Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
    Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
  • 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!

    Malcolm. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
    Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

31 IV / 3
  • This tune goes manly.
    Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
    Our l...
  • This tune goes manly.
    Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
    Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth
    Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
    Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may:
    The night is long that never finds the day.
  • 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!

    Malcolm. This tune goes manly.
    Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
    Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth
    Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
    Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may:
    The night is long that never finds the day.

32 V / 4
  • Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
    That chambers will be safe.
  • Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
    That chambers will be safe.
  • Doctor. [Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,
    Profit again should hardly draw me here.

    Malcolm. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
    That chambers will be safe.

33 V / 4
  • Let every soldier hew him down a bough
    And bear't before him: thereby shall...
  • Let every soldier hew him down a bough
    And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow
    The numbers of our host and make discovery
    Err in report of us.
  • Menteith. The wood of Birnam.

    Malcolm. Let every soldier hew him down a bough
    And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow
    The numbers of our host and make discovery
    Err in report of us.

34 V / 4
  • 'Tis his main hope:
    For where there is advantage to be given,
    Both more...
  • '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.
  • Siward. We learn no other but the confident tyrant
    Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
    Our setting down before 't.

    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.

35 V / 6
  • Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
    And show like those you are....
  • Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
    And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
    Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
    Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we
    Shall take upon 's what else remains to do,
    According to our order.
  • Macbeth. If thou speak'st false,
    Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
    Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
    I care not if thou dost for me as much.
    I pull in resolution, and begin
    To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
    That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood
    Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood
    Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
    If this which he avouches does appear,
    There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
    I gin to be aweary of the sun,
    And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
    Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!
    At least we'll die with harness on our back.

    Malcolm. Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
    And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
    Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
    Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we
    Shall take upon 's what else remains to do,
    According to our order.

36 V / 7
  • We have met with foes
    That strike beside us.
  • We have met with foes
    That strike beside us.
  • Siward. This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
    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.

    Malcolm. We have met with foes
    That strike beside us.

37 V / 8
  • I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
  • I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
  • 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 damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
    [Exeunt, fighting. Alarums]
    [Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours,]
    MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers]

    Malcolm. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

38 V / 8
  • Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
  • Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
  • 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.

39 V / 8
  • He's worth more sorrow,
    And that I'll spend for him.
  • He's worth more sorrow,
    And that I'll spend for him.
  • 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 knoll'd.

    Malcolm. He's worth more sorrow,
    And that I'll spend for him.

40 V / 8
  • We shall not spend a large expense of time
    Before we reckon with your severa...
  • 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 honour 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 fiend-like 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 crown'd at Scone.
  • All. Hail, King of Scotland!

    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 honour 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 fiend-like 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 crown'd at Scone.

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