Макбет

           Malcolm:Bethisthewhetstoneofyoursword:letgrief

           Converttoanger;bluntnottheheart,enrageit.

           Macduff:O,Icouldplaythewomanwithmineeyes

           Andbraggartwithmytongue!But,gentleheavens,

           Cutshortallintermission;fronttofront

           BringthouthisfiendofScotlandandmyself;

           Withinmysword’slengthsethim;ifhe’scape,

           Heavenforgivehimtoo!

           Malcolm:Thistunegoesmanly.

           Come,gowetotheking;ourpowerisready;

           Ourlackisnothingbutourleave;Macbeth

           Isripeforshaking,andthepowersabove

           Putontheirinstruments.Receivewhatcheeryoumay:

           Thenightislongthatneverfindstheday.

           Exeunt