Hail King! For So Thou Art Who Said This
Macbeth Translation Deed five, Scene 8
MACBETH
Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I come across lives, the gashes Exercise better upon them.
MACBETH
Why should I act like some ancient Roman fool and commit suicide by stabbing myself? As long as I encounter living enemies, I'd rather wound them than exist wounded myself.
MACDUFF
Turn, hellhound, plow!
MACDUFF
Plow and face me, you domestic dog from hell, turn!
MACBETH
Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee dorsum. My soul is too much charged With blood of thine already.
MACBETH
You are the merely human being I have avoided. Become away. My soul is already stained too much by the blood of your murdered family unit.
MACDUFF
I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out!
MACDUFF
I have goose egg to say to you. My sword volition be my vox. You are besides vicious for words to depict!
MACBETH
Thousand losest labor. Every bit easy mayst k the intrenchant air With thy great sword print as make me bleed. Let fall thy bract on vulnerable crests; I deport a charmèd life, which must not yield To one of woman born.
MACBETH
Yous're wasting your effort. You might besides endeavour to stab the air with your sword rather than attempt to use it to make me bleed. Use your sword to fight someone who can exist harmed. I lead a charmed life, and tin can't be defeated by anyone built-in from a woman.
MACDUFF
Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother'southward womb Untimely ripped.
MACDUFF
Then y'all should despair. The evil spirit you serve can tell you lot that I was not built-in. I was cut out of my mother'due south womb earlier she could deliver me naturally.
MACBETH
Accursèd be that tongue that tells me then, For it hath cowed my improve part of man! And exist these juggling fiends no more than believed, That palter with us in a double sense, That go along the discussion of hope to our ear, And break it to our promise. 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 catchy 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 evidence and gaze o' thursday' time. We'll take thee, every bit our rarer monsters are, Painted on a pole, and underwrit, "Here may you come across the tyrant."
MACDUFF
Then surrender, coward, and live on as an entertainment we all mock and stare at. As with a rare beast, nosotros'll put a picture of you on a sign, right in a higher place the words, "Here is the tyrant!"
MACBETH
I volition not yield, To kiss the ground earlier young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble'due south expletive. Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Even so I will try the terminal. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damned be him that first cries, "Concord, enough!"
MACBETH
I won't surrender and kiss the ground in front of young Malcolm'southward feet, or be taunted past commoners. Though Birnam Forest really did come to Dunsinane, and I'g facing a man not born of a woman, I'll fight to the end. I'll heighten my shield in front end of my body. At present come and fight, Macduff, and damn the commencement of us who cries, "End! Enough!"
They exit 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, Sometime SIWARD, ROSS, the other THANES, and SOLDIERS enter, with a drummer and flag.
MALCOLM
I would the friends nosotros miss were safe arrived.
MALCOLM
I wish all of our friends had survived to be hither.
SIWARD
Some must become off. And yet, by these I run across, And then great a day as this is cheaply bought.
SIWARD
Some people volition be killed in every battle. And yet, from what I can see, our great victory didn't cost 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'due south debt. He but 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 human being he died.
ROSS
My lord, your son, Young Siward, has paid the soldier's toll. He lived merely long plenty to exist a homo, and he had no sooner proved his manhood through courage in battle than he died.
ROSS
Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for and then It hath no cease.
ROSS
Aye, and carried off the battlefield. If your grief were to equal his worth, then it would never end.
SIWARD
Had he his hurts before?
SIWARD
Were his wounds on his forepart side?
SIWARD
Why then, God'due south soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer expiry. And so, his knell is knolled.
SIWARD
Well so, he's God's soldier now! If I had as many sons as I have hairs on my head, I couldn't hope for whatever of them to die with more than honor. And then, his time has come up to die.
MALCOLM
He's worth more than sorrow, And that I'll spend for him.
MALCOLM
He's worth more grief than that, and I'll mourn for him.
SIWARD
He'south worth no more. They say he parted well and paid his score. And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
SIWARD
He is worth no more than that. They say he died well, and did his duty. And and then, may God exist with him! Here comes better news.
MACDUFF enters, carrying MACBETH's head.
MACDUFF
Hail, rex! For and so thou fine art. Behold where stands The usurper's cursèd caput. The time is complimentary. I see thee compassed with thy kingdom'south pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine. Hail, King of Scotland!
MACDUFF
Hail, King Malcolm! Because that's what y'all are. Expect, hither is Macbeth's cursed head. Nosotros are gratuitous of the tyrant. I see that you are surrounded by the kingdom's noblemen, and they're thinking what I'm saying. I ask them to cheer aloud with me: Hail, King of Scotland!
ALL
Hail, Rex of Scotland!
ALL
Hail, Rex of Scotland!
MALCOLM
We shall not spend a large expense of fourth dimension Before we reckon with your several loves And make us even with you lot. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that always Scotland In such an honour named. What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, Equally calling home our exiled friends away That fled the snares of watchful tyranny, Producing forth the cruel ministers Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen, Who, as 'tis idea, by cocky and violent easily Took off her life; this, and what needful else That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, We will perform in mensurate, time, and place. So, cheers to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see united states of america crowned at Scone.
MALCOLM
It volition non take long for me to repay my debt to you all by rewarding each of you as your loyalty and service deserves. My thanes and kinsmen, I name yous all earls—the start always to be named earls in Scotland. Nosotros have much else to do every bit well, which should be started soon, as the outset of a new era. We must call domicile our exiled friends who fled from the trap of Macbeth'due south tyranny, and nosotros must find all those savage attendants who helped this dead butcher and his demon-like queen, who is thought to have killed herself. This, and whatever else we must do, past the grace of God, we will do in the right amount, at the correct time, and in the correct place. So I give thanks you all together and individually, and I invite you to come up see me be crowned Rex of Scotland at Scone.
Trumpets sound. All exit.
Source: https://www.litcharts.com/shakescleare/shakespeare-translations/macbeth/act-5-scene-8
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