The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! MACBETH. A Messenger arrives with the news that Birnam wood is seen approaching the Castle. He is struck down by Macbeth, who in his wrath, also threatens him, « If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much.» — The scene, represented in the design, is when Malcolm's stratagem, in making each soldier bear the bough of a tree before him, has had the desired effect, and he thus addresses them, <<Now near enough: your leavy screens throw down, ACT V, SCENE 7. Macbeth, though he now doubts a double meaning in the predictions of the fiends and begins « to pull in resolution, still displays great personal courage against his foes. Throughout the battle of Dunsinane he is found in the thickest of the conflict, and there Macduff seeks him, saying, <<< That way the noise is:-Tyrant, show thy face: Are hir'd do bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou should'st be; In the mean time, the Castle surrenders to Malcom: but Macbeth, determined to fight to the last, appears again on the field, exclaiming. <<Why should I play the Roman fool, and die MACDUFF. Turn, hell-hound, turn. MACBETH. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd MACDUFF. MACBETH. [They fight. Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; 1 are a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. MACDUFF. Despair thy charm; And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd, Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb MACBETH. Accursed be that tongue that tells mc so, Untimely ripp'd. For it hath cow'd my better part of man: And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, 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' the time. MACRETH. I'll not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, I throw my warlike shield; lay on, Maduff; The design represents the moment when Macduff, having killed Macbeth, returns, bearing the Tyrant's head on a pole and greets Malcolm thus: «Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, ALL. King of Scotland, hail! » |