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Macbeth: Act 5, Scene 9

Macbeth
Act 5, Scene 9

Dunsinane. Within Macbeth’s castle.

  1. Retreat and flourish. Enter, with Drum and Colors, Malcolm,
  2. Siward, Rosse, Thanes, and Soldiers.

Malcolm

3
  1. I would the friends we miss were safe arriv’d.

Siward

4 - 5
  1. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see,
  2. So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

Malcolm

6
  1. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

Rosse

7 - 11
  1. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.
  2. He only liv’d but till he was a man,
  3. The which no sooner had his prowess confirm’d
  4. In the unshrinking station where he fought,
  5. But like a man he died.

Siward

12
  1.                         Then he is dead?

Rosse

13 - 15
  1. Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
  2. Must not be measur’d by his worth, for then
  3. It hath no end.

Siward

16
  1.                 Had he his hurts before?

Rosse

17
  1. Ay, on the front.

Siward

18 - 21
  1.                   Why then. God’s soldier be he!
  2. Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
  3. I would not wish them to a fairer death.
  4. And so his knell is knoll’d.

Malcolm

22 - 23
  1.                              He’s worth more sorrow,
  2. And that I’ll spend for him.

Siward

24 - 26
  1. He’s worth no more;
  2. They say he parted well, and paid his score,
  3. And so God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
  1. Enter Macduff with Macbeth’s head.

Macduff

28 - 33
  1. Hail, King! For so thou art. Behold where stands
  2. Th’ usurper’s cursed head: the time is free.
  3. I see thee compass’d with thy kingdom’s pearl,
  4. That speak my salutation in their minds;
  5. Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:
  6. Hail, King of Scotland!

All

34
  1.                         Hail, King of Scotland!
  1. Flourish.

King Malcolm

36 - 51
  1. We shall not spend a large expense of time
  2. Before we reckon with your several loves,
  3. And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
  4. Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
  5. In such an honor nam’d. What’s more to do,
  6. Which would be planted newly with the time,
  7. As calling home our exil’d friends abroad
  8. That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
  9. Producing forth the cruel ministers
  10. Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
  11. Who (as ’tis thought) by self and violent hands
  12. Took off her life; this, and what needful else
  13. That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
  14. We will perform in measure, time, and place.
  15. So thanks to all at once and to each one,
  16. Whom we invite to see us crown’d at Scone.
  1. Flourish. Exeunt omnes.
finis
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