Макбет

           I’llnotfightwiththee.

           MacduffThenyieldthee,coward,

           Andlivetobetheshowandgazeo’thetime:

           We’llhavethee,asourrarermonstersare,

           Paintedonapole,andunderwrit,

           ‘Heremayyouseethetyrant.’

           MacbethIwillnotyield,

           TokissthegroundbeforeyoungMalcolm’sfeet,

           Andtobebaitedwiththerabble’scurse.

           ThoughBirnamwoodbecometoDunsinane,

           Andthouopposed,beingofnowomanborn,

           YetIwilltrythelast.Beforemybody

           Ithrowmywarlikeshield.Layon,Macduff,

           Anddamn’dbehimthatfirstcries,‘Hold,enough!’

           Exeunt,fighting.Alarums

           Retreat.Flourish.Enter,withdrumandcolours,Malcolm,Siward,Ross,theotherThanes,andSoldiers

           MalcolmIwouldthefriendswemissweresafearrived.

           SiwardSomemustgooff:andyet,bytheseIsee,

           Sogreatadayasthisischeaplybought.

           MalcolmMacduffismissing,andyournobleson.

           RossYourson,mylord,haspaidasoldier’sdebt:

           Heonlylivedbuttillhewasaman;

           Thewhichnosoonerhadhisprowessconfirm’d

           Intheunshrinkingstationwherehefought,

           Butlikeamanhedied.