Макбет
Scene VIII. Another part of the field.
SiwardThenheisdead?
RossAy,andbroughtoffthefield:yourcauseofsorrow
Mustnotbemeasuredbyhisworth,forthen
Ithathnoend.
Siward Hadhehishurtsbefore?
RossAy,onthefront.
Siward Whythen,God’ssoldierbehe!
HadIasmanysonsasIhavehairs,
Iwouldnotwishthemtoafairerdeath:
Andso,hisknellisknoll’d.
MalcolmHe’sworthmoresorrow,
AndthatI’llspendforhim.
SiwardHe’sworthnomore
Theysayhepartedwell,andpaidhisscore:
Andso,Godbewithhim!Herecomesnewercomfort.
Re-enterMacduff,withMacbeth’shead
MacduffHail,king!forsothouart:behold,wherestands
Theusurper’scursedhead:thetimeisfree:
Iseetheecompass’dwiththykingdom’spearl,
Thatspeakmysalutationintheirminds;
WhosevoicesIdesirealoudwithmine:
Hail,KingofScotland!
AllHail,KingofScotland!
Flourish
MalcolmWeshallnotspendalargeexpenseoftime
Beforewereckonwithyourseveralloves,
Andmakeusevenwithyou
