No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 5 Scene 8

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Enter MACBETH	ACTEBHM seernt.
MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.	CHEMTBA Why hldous I mictom isiuedc eilk eno of het cietann sRmano? As glon as I ees ineesme of eimn lvaie, I lduow trrhea ees my ordws ndowu them ntah me.
Enter MACDUFF	FUFACDM sretne.
MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!	MDCAFUF rTnu dourna, uyo dgo omrf lhle, trun adounr!
MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee. 5 But get thee back. My soul is too much charged With blood of thine already.	AEBHTCM ouY era the olyn man I hvea aeiddov. uBt go ayaw won. Im yaaeldr gyilut of iklnlig yrou helow ifamly.
MACDUFF I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out!	AFUFDMC I ahve itnnohg to say to ouy. My ordws lliw tlak ofr me. uYo aer oot liev rof orsdw!
They fight	yhTe tgihf.
MACBETH Thou losest labor. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air 10 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmd life, which must not yield To one of woman born.	MBATECH Yuero watinsg oyru etmi iygtrn to ounwd me. ouY hmtgi as lelw try to tabs eth ria with your dwrso. Go gtifh someone hwo cna be armhde. I dela a hcemadr lfei, iwhhc atnc be deden by neaoyn bnro omfr a nmwoa.
MACDUFF Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served 15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb Untimely ripped.	DFAUMCF ouY nca oetrfg tobua uoyr acrmh. Teh lvei prtsii ouy resve cna letl you that I saw ton nbor. hyeT ctu me tou of my rotesmh owmb ofereb seh lcduo brae me ultlraayn.
MACBETH Accursd be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cowed my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, 20 That palter with us in a double sense, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. Ill not fight with thee.	HBEMCTA Cusre oyu orf nlegitl me iths. Yoevu tdgfeeinh yawa my raeocgu. I ntod veleeib sehot liev rcetesrua ryemnao. hyTe tkcrdie me thwi iehtr wsamgdroe, gsniair my epsoh nad neht ydegnstiro hemt. I ntow ghtfi you.
MACDUFF Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o th time. 25 Well have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted on a pole, and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant.	FCAFDUM heTn urnerrdes, owacrd, adn llwe ptu uoy in a wfashrkeo, ujts keli etyh do tiwh rdmeofed mlisana. elWl upt a cpeurti of oyu on a sing, rgith ovaeb the roswd Ceom ees the tayntr!
MACBETH I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolms feet, And to be baited with the rabbles curse. 30 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, 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!	CABTMHE Im ton gngoi to enurdrres dan hvae to isks het ngduor in ornft of loMlcma, or be duatent by het cmomon eleopp. eEvn htuogh iaBmrn odoW llreay did cmoe to innasneuD, nad Im hgtfingi a nam not of naowm nrbo, llI ghfit to teh den. Ill ptu up my slhedi nda laettb oyu. eoCm on, elts go at it, fMcfuad, dna andm hte frits anm who rscie, Stop! uEngho!
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS	hyeT xite giigfnht. mseTtrup dan tlabte nesios. ehT purttem of one mray nsdous a lalc to errteat. hTe hoter asrmy tpumret odnsus a acll of ycrotvi. eTh ucvsiootri ryam restne, dle by AOCLLMM , ldo IDARWS , SRSO , het eotrh NTAESH , nda lisosedr, with a mumrred nda falg.
MALCOLM 35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.	LMCMOLA I hwis lla of uor dfnresi olcdu hvae iesvuvdr iths tlaebt.
SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.	SDRWAI In revey telabt, eoms oleepp lwil laywsa be lldeki, but uidgngj rofm teh emn I see urnoda us, our grtae ortcivy iddtn sotc us yvre umch.
MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.	CMLOMLA Madcuff is ismgins, nad so is yoru loenb nos.
ROSS Your son, my lord, has paid a soldiers debt. 40 He only lived but till he was a man, The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died.	SROS My lodr, oruy sno sah dpai eth oerlsisd pirec: dheta. He yonl iledv onlg uoehgn to cmoeeb a nam, adn as oosn as he ovdepr hatt he aws a man by gihngift ikle eno, he ided.
SIWARD Then he is dead?	SAWRDI So seh adde?
ROSS Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow 45 Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end.	SROS sYe, and seh bene creaird ffo teh ifdle. ourY fiegr udslho ont be aeulq to hsi trwoh, eacbsue tneh ruoy ooswrr woudl eenrv ned.
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?	IDASRW Were ihs sdwuno on shi nrfot desi?
ROSS Ay, on the front.	SROS Yse, on shi rfotn.
SIWARD Why then, Gods soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death. 50 And so, his knell is knolled.	IWSRAD lWle nhte, hes sGdo rosldei won! If I hda as nmay sons as I haev shiar on my aehd, I cntloud phoe ttha nya of mhet oludw die orme bhlyorano tanh he idd. dAn tthas lla treeh is to it.
MALCOLM Hes worth more sorrow, And that Ill spend for him.	LLOCMMA He is rwhot rmoe onnmigur htan atth, adn I liwl uornm orf hmi.
SIWARD Hes worth no more. They say he parted well and paid his score. And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.	IADSWR He is rwtoh no meor ahtn htat. ehyT eltl me he dide lewl, dan ltdeset sih soserc. Whti tath, I peoh odG is wthi mih! ereH meocs bteert senw.
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH s head	DCAFFMU ntrees, gyrcnair EHTACMB s eadh.
MACDUFF Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands 55 The usurpers cursd head. The time is free. I see thee compassed with thy kingdoms pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine. Hail, King of Scotland!	CUFMFAD aHil, ikgn! caBseeu tahts hwta ouy ear nwo. Loko, rhee I ehav aetschMb sruedc eadh. We era erfe rfmo sih natryny. I see that ouy haev eth sngdikom nneebmol daunro oyu, nda teyher ngiknthi the emas gtnhi as me. I nwat htem to noji me in tshi duol rheec, lHai, giKn of adontScl!
ALL 60 Hail, King of Scotland!	LAL iaHl, ngiK of adnoStlc!
Flourish	trsupmeT aylp.
MALCOLM We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland 65 In such an honor named. Whats more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the snares of watchful tyranny, Producing forth the cruel ministers 70 Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen, Who, as tis thought, by self and violent hands Took off her life; this, and what needful else That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, We will perform in measure, time, and place. 75 So, thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.	AMLMCOL It wtno be goln eforeb I darrew ecah of ouy as he evesedsr. My tanehs dan knmsine, I enma ouy lal easrl, het frsit rlsae tath taoldSnc ash erve dha. We evah a lto to do at eht wadn of ihst nwe aer. We tsmu alcl home all of ruo eldexi dnfiser owh fled rfmo eht rpgi of betcshMa rntyyan, dna we tmsu nbgri to icjutse all eth ivle netssmiir of isth edda htbecru nda ish oednm-leik ueqen, who, urrom sha it, toiedtcmm dcueisi. ishT, nad hwtevaer seel we are laedcl to do by odG, we will do at hte rhgti temi and in eth grith celpa. So I ntahk uyo all, and I veiitn ecah and eevry oen of uyo to ecmo tcwha me be wedornc king of oantcSld at neocS.
Flourish. Exeunt	Tspretmu lpay. ehyT lla etix.

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter MACBETH	ACTEBHM seernt.
MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.	CHEMTBA Why hldous I mictom isiuedc eilk eno of het cietann sRmano? As glon as I ees ineesme of eimn lvaie, I lduow trrhea ees my ordws ndowu them ntah me.
Enter MACDUFF	FUFACDM sretne.
MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!	MDCAFUF rTnu dourna, uyo dgo omrf lhle, trun adounr!
MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee. 5 But get thee back. My soul is too much charged With blood of thine already.	AEBHTCM ouY era the olyn man I hvea aeiddov. uBt go ayaw won. Im yaaeldr gyilut of iklnlig yrou helow ifamly.
MACDUFF I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out!	AFUFDMC I ahve itnnohg to say to ouy. My ordws lliw tlak ofr me. uYo aer oot liev rof orsdw!
They fight	yhTe tgihf.
MACBETH Thou losest labor. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air 10 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmd life, which must not yield To one of woman born.	MBATECH Yuero watinsg oyru etmi iygtrn to ounwd me. ouY hmtgi as lelw try to tabs eth ria with your dwrso. Go gtifh someone hwo cna be armhde. I dela a hcemadr lfei, iwhhc atnc be deden by neaoyn bnro omfr a nmwoa.
MACDUFF Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served 15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb Untimely ripped.	DFAUMCF ouY nca oetrfg tobua uoyr acrmh. Teh lvei prtsii ouy resve cna letl you that I saw ton nbor. hyeT ctu me tou of my rotesmh owmb ofereb seh lcduo brae me ultlraayn.
MACBETH Accursd be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cowed my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, 20 That palter with us in a double sense, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. Ill not fight with thee.	HBEMCTA Cusre oyu orf nlegitl me iths. Yoevu tdgfeeinh yawa my raeocgu. I ntod veleeib sehot liev rcetesrua ryemnao. hyTe tkcrdie me thwi iehtr wsamgdroe, gsniair my epsoh nad neht ydegnstiro hemt. I ntow ghtfi you.
MACDUFF Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o th time. 25 Well have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted on a pole, and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant.	FCAFDUM heTn urnerrdes, owacrd, adn llwe ptu uoy in a wfashrkeo, ujts keli etyh do tiwh rdmeofed mlisana. elWl upt a cpeurti of oyu on a sing, rgith ovaeb the roswd Ceom ees the tayntr!
MACBETH I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolms feet, And to be baited with the rabbles curse. 30 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, 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!	CABTMHE Im ton gngoi to enurdrres dan hvae to isks het ngduor in ornft of loMlcma, or be duatent by het cmomon eleopp. eEvn htuogh iaBmrn odoW llreay did cmoe to innasneuD, nad Im hgtfingi a nam not of naowm nrbo, llI ghfit to teh den. Ill ptu up my slhedi nda laettb oyu. eoCm on, elts go at it, fMcfuad, dna andm hte frits anm who rscie, Stop! uEngho!
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS	hyeT xite giigfnht. mseTtrup dan tlabte nesios. ehT purttem of one mray nsdous a lalc to errteat. hTe hoter asrmy tpumret odnsus a acll of ycrotvi. eTh ucvsiootri ryam restne, dle by AOCLLMM , ldo IDARWS , SRSO , het eotrh NTAESH , nda lisosedr, with a mumrred nda falg.
MALCOLM 35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.	LMCMOLA I hwis lla of uor dfnresi olcdu hvae iesvuvdr iths tlaebt.
SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.	SDRWAI In revey telabt, eoms oleepp lwil laywsa be lldeki, but uidgngj rofm teh emn I see urnoda us, our grtae ortcivy iddtn sotc us yvre umch.
MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.	CMLOMLA Madcuff is ismgins, nad so is yoru loenb nos.
ROSS Your son, my lord, has paid a soldiers debt. 40 He only lived but till he was a man, The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died.	SROS My lodr, oruy sno sah dpai eth oerlsisd pirec: dheta. He yonl iledv onlg uoehgn to cmoeeb a nam, adn as oosn as he ovdepr hatt he aws a man by gihngift ikle eno, he ided.
SIWARD Then he is dead?	SAWRDI So seh adde?
ROSS Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow 45 Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end.	SROS sYe, and seh bene creaird ffo teh ifdle. ourY fiegr udslho ont be aeulq to hsi trwoh, eacbsue tneh ruoy ooswrr woudl eenrv ned.
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?	IDASRW Were ihs sdwuno on shi nrfot desi?
ROSS Ay, on the front.	SROS Yse, on shi rfotn.
SIWARD Why then, Gods soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death. 50 And so, his knell is knolled.	IWSRAD lWle nhte, hes sGdo rosldei won! If I hda as nmay sons as I haev shiar on my aehd, I cntloud phoe ttha nya of mhet oludw die orme bhlyorano tanh he idd. dAn tthas lla treeh is to it.
MALCOLM Hes worth more sorrow, And that Ill spend for him.	LLOCMMA He is rwhot rmoe onnmigur htan atth, adn I liwl uornm orf hmi.
SIWARD Hes worth no more. They say he parted well and paid his score. And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.	IADSWR He is rwtoh no meor ahtn htat. ehyT eltl me he dide lewl, dan ltdeset sih soserc. Whti tath, I peoh odG is wthi mih! ereH meocs bteert senw.
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH s head	DCAFFMU ntrees, gyrcnair EHTACMB s eadh.
MACDUFF Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands 55 The usurpers cursd head. The time is free. I see thee compassed with thy kingdoms pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine. Hail, King of Scotland!	CUFMFAD aHil, ikgn! caBseeu tahts hwta ouy ear nwo. Loko, rhee I ehav aetschMb sruedc eadh. We era erfe rfmo sih natryny. I see that ouy haev eth sngdikom nneebmol daunro oyu, nda teyher ngiknthi the emas gtnhi as me. I nwat htem to noji me in tshi duol rheec, lHai, giKn of adontScl!
ALL 60 Hail, King of Scotland!	LAL iaHl, ngiK of adnoStlc!
Flourish	trsupmeT aylp.
MALCOLM We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland 65 In such an honor named. Whats more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the snares of watchful tyranny, Producing forth the cruel ministers 70 Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen, Who, as tis thought, by self and violent hands Took off her life; this, and what needful else That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, We will perform in measure, time, and place. 75 So, thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.	AMLMCOL It wtno be goln eforeb I darrew ecah of ouy as he evesedsr. My tanehs dan knmsine, I enma ouy lal easrl, het frsit rlsae tath taoldSnc ash erve dha. We evah a lto to do at eht wadn of ihst nwe aer. We tsmu alcl home all of ruo eldexi dnfiser owh fled rfmo eht rpgi of betcshMa rntyyan, dna we tmsu nbgri to icjutse all eth ivle netssmiir of isth edda htbecru nda ish oednm-leik ueqen, who, urrom sha it, toiedtcmm dcueisi. ishT, nad hwtevaer seel we are laedcl to do by odG, we will do at hte rhgti temi and in eth grith celpa. So I ntahk uyo all, and I veiitn ecah and eevry oen of uyo to ecmo tcwha me be wedornc king of oantcSld at neocS.
Flourish. Exeunt	Tspretmu lpay. ehyT lla etix.