Hail King for So Thou Art Behold Where Stands Th Usurpers Cursed Head The Time Is Free
Macbeth Translation Act 5, Scene 8
MACBETH
Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine ain sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Exercise better upon them.
MACBETH
Why should I deed like some aboriginal Roman fool and commit suicide by stabbing myself? As long as I see living enemies, I'd rather wound them than be wounded myself.
MACDUFF
Turn, hellhound, plough!
MACDUFF
Turn and face me, you dog from hell, plough!
MACBETH
Of all men else I have avoided thee. Only get thee dorsum. My soul is likewise much charged With blood of thine already.
MACBETH
You are the simply human I accept avoided. Get away. My soul is already stained too much by the blood of your murdered family unit.
MACDUFF
I take no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain Than terms can requite thee out!
MACDUFF
I have zero to say to y'all. My sword volition be my voice. Yous are too vicious for words to depict!
MACBETH
Thou losest labor. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy corking sword impress equally make me bleed. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I acquit a charmèd life, which must not yield To one of adult female born.
MACBETH
You're wasting your effort. You might as well endeavour to stab the air with your sword rather than endeavor to utilise it to make me bleed. Use your sword to fight someone who can be harmed. I pb a overjoyed life, and can't be defeated past anyone born from a woman.
MACDUFF
Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou all the same hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripped.
MACDUFF
Then you should despair. The evil spirit you serve tin can tell you that I was non born. I was cutting out of my mother'south womb before she could deliver me naturally.
MACBETH
Accursèd exist that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cowed my better part of homo! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with u.s.a. 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.
MACBETH
Curse your tongue for telling me this, for now my courage has deserted me! I no longer believe those tricky witches. They tricked me with their double meanings, raising my hopes only to destroy them. I won't fight you.
MACDUFF
Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o' thursday' fourth dimension. We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted on a pole, and underwrit, "Here may you meet the tyrant."
MACDUFF
Then surrender, coward, and live on equally an entertainment we all mock and stare at. Every bit with a rare beast, we'll put a picture of y'all on a sign, right above the words, "Here is the tyrant!"
MACBETH
I will not yield, To kiss the footing before immature Malcolm'southward feet, And to exist baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane, And k opposed, beingness of no woman built-in, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
MACBETH
I won't surrender and kiss the ground in front of immature Malcolm'southward feet, or be taunted by commoners. Though Birnam Woods really did come to Dunsinane, and I'm facing a man not born of a woman, I'll fight to the terminate. I'll raise my shield in front of my body. At present come up and fight, Macduff, and damn the beginning of the states who cries, "Stop! Plenty!"
They go out fighting. Trumpets. They reenter, still fighting, and MACBETH is killed. A trumpet sounds a call to retreat. Another trumpet sounds a call of victory. MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, ROSS, the other THANES, and SOLDIERS enter, with a drummer and flag.
MALCOLM
I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
MALCOLM
I wish all of our friends had survived to exist hither.
SIWARD
Some must become off. And yet, by these I see, Then great a day as this is cheaply bought.
SIWARD
Some people volition exist killed in every battle. And however, from what I can encounter, our great victory didn't price us very much.
MALCOLM
Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
MALCOLM
Macduff is missing, as is your noble son.
ROSS
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt. He simply lived but till he was a man, The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed In the unshrinking station where he fought, But similar a homo he died.
ROSS
My lord, your son, Young Siward, has paid the soldier's cost. He lived simply long enough to be a human, and he had no sooner proved his manhood through backbone in battle than he died.
ROSS
Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow Must not exist measured by his worth, for then It hath no end.
ROSS
Yes, and carried off the battlefield. If your grief were to equal his worth, then it would never end.
SIWARD
Had he his hurts earlier?
SIWARD
Were his wounds on his front side?
SIWARD
Why then, God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer expiry. Then, his knell is knolled.
SIWARD
Well then, he's God's soldier at present! If I had as many sons as I have hairs on my head, I couldn't hope for any of them to die with more honor. And and so, his fourth dimension has come up to die.
MALCOLM
He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him.
MALCOLM
He'southward worth more grief than that, and I'll mourn for him.
SIWARD
He's worth no more. They say he parted well and paid his score. And then, God exist with him! Here comes newer comfort.
SIWARD
He is worth no more than that. They say he died well, and did his duty. And so, may God exist with him! Here comes better news.
MACDUFF enters, conveying MACBETH's head.
MACDUFF
Hail, rex! For so thou art. Behold where stands The usurper's cursèd head. The time is free. I run across thee compassed with thy kingdom'due south pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds, Whose voices I want aloud with mine. Hail, Male monarch of Scotland!
MACDUFF
Hail, King Malcolm! Considering that's what you are. Wait, here is Macbeth's cursed head. We are free of the tyrant. I see that you lot are surrounded past the kingdom's noblemen, and they're thinking what I'm saying. I enquire them to cheer aloud with me: Hail, King of Scotland!
ALL
Hail, King of Scotland!
ALL
Hail, King of Scotland!
MALCOLM
We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves And brand us even with y'all. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honor named. What's more to practice, Which would exist planted newly with the time, As calling habitation our exiled friends abroad That fled the snares of watchful tyranny, Producing forth the cruel ministers Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen, Who, every bit 'tis idea, past self and violent hands Took off her life; this, and what needful else That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, Nosotros will perform in measure, time, and identify. And then, thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see u.s. crowned at Scone.
MALCOLM
Information technology volition not accept long for me to repay my debt to you all by rewarding each of yous as your loyalty and service deserves. My thanes and kinsmen, I proper noun you lot all earls—the start ever to exist named earls in Scotland. We accept much else to do every bit well, which should be started soon, every bit the beginning of a new era. We must phone call home our exiled friends who fled from the trap of Macbeth'south tyranny, and nosotros must observe all those fell attendants who helped this dead butcher and his demon-like queen, who is idea to have killed herself. This, and whatever else nosotros must practice, past the grace of God, nosotros volition do in the correct amount, at the right time, and in the right identify. So I thank you all together and individually, and I invite y'all to come meet me be crowned King of Scotland at Scone.
Trumpets sound. All go out.
Source: https://www.litcharts.com/shakescleare/shakespeare-translations/macbeth/act-5-scene-8
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