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Macbeth

by William Shakespeare

Act 5, Scene 8 Easiest-to-Read Edition

 

 

 

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Macbeth Act 5, Scene 8



Another part of the field

Enter MACBETH

Enter MACBETH

MACBETH

Why should I play the Roman fool and die

On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes

Do better upon them (living enemies).

 

MACBETH

Why should I play the Roman fool and die

On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes

Do better upon them.

 

Enter MACDUFF

Enter MACDUFF

MACDUFF

     Turn, hellhound, turn!

 

MACDUFF

     Turn, hellhound, turn!

 

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

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!

 

MACDUFF

     I have no words.

My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain

Than terms can give thee out!

 

They fight

They fight

MACBETH

     Thou losest labor.

As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air

intrenchant=incapable of being cut

With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

vulnerable crests=heads that can be wounded

I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield

To one of woman born.

 

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.

 

MACDUFF

     Despair (of)  thy charm,

And let the angel whom thou still hast served

still=always

Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb

Untimely ripped.

 

MACDUFF

     Despair thy charm,

And let the angel whom thou still hast served

Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb

Untimely ripped.

 

MACBETH

Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,

For it hath cowed my better part of man!

(my courage)

And be these juggling fiends no more believed,

juggling=deceiving

That palter with us in a double sense,

palter=equivocate

That keep the word of promise to our ear

And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.

 

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.

 

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,

monsters=freaks

Painted on a pole and underwrit,

(his likeness would be painted on a pole as an advertisement)

“Here may you see the tyrant.”

 

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.”

 

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 (to) the last. Before my body

before=in front of

I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,

And damned be he that first cries, “Hold, enough!”

 

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!”

 

Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH, slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, THANES, and SOLDIERS

Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM, SIWARD,ROSS, THANES, and SOLDIERS

MALCOLM

I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

 

MALCOLM

I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

 

SIWARD

Some must go off. And yet, by these I see,

So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

 

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.

 

MALCOLM

Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

 

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

(he fought without retreating)

But like a man he died.

 

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.

 

SIWARD

     Then he is dead?

 

SIWARD

     Then he is dead?

 

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

Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow

Must not be measured by his worth, for then

It hath no end.

 

SIWARD

     Had he his hurts before?

(were his wounds on his front side – was he facing the enemy)

 

SIWARD

     Had he his hurts before?

 

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

     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.

 

MALCOLM

     He’s worth more sorrow,

And that I’ll spend for him.

 

MALCOLM

     He’s worth more sorrow,

And that I’ll spend 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’s worth no more.

They say he parted well and paid his score.

And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

 

Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH’s head

Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH’s head

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,

(surrounded by thy kingdom’s noblemen)

That speak my salutation in their minds,

Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.

Hail, King of Scotland!

 

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!

 

ALL

Hail, King of Scotland!

 

ALL

Hail, King of Scotland!

 

Flourish

Flourish

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

producing forth=bringing forth for trial

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,

Grace=divine 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

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.

 

Flourish. Exeunt

Flourish. Exeunt