No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 5 Scene 8

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Enter MACBETH	CBTHEAM trense.
MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.	CABTHME hWy odhlus I timomc iuidsce ikel one of het entinca Rnoams? As olng as I ese eeeismn of ienm evail, I oduwl etrahr see my owdrs uwond tmhe nhat me.
Enter MACDUFF	UACMFDF rtense.
MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!	ACFFUMD Trun rodnua, ouy odg mrof ellh, trnu rnoadu!
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.	TBHCEAM Yuo ear the loyn nam I evah eidodva. tBu go aawy wno. Im erladya ltiyug of nlkliig your whole lfyaim.
MACDUFF I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out!	UFCMAFD I ehav nhtnoig to asy to uyo. My dswro illw kalt rfo me. uoY aer oot vlei ofr wdros!
They fight	hTye gtihf.
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.	ACBHTME Yreuo tiswagn oryu tmei gtnriy to noduw me. uYo hitgm as lwle try to tsab eht iar wiht oyur rwdso. Go gfiht oemeson woh can be medhra. I adle a ardechm iefl, hwcih catn be dedne by nnoeay robn frmo a nawmo.
MACDUFF Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served 15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb Untimely ripped.	FFDMUCA You anc ogefrt aobut ruyo macrh. hTe lvie ripist oyu evrse anc etll you htta I asw otn ornb. Tehy tuc me tou of my htemors mwob berfoe esh dcluo baer me ryaallunt.
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.	ETBHACM eurCs oyu ofr tngeill me tish. Yuove hgdfeenit ywaa my ceuargo. I ndot veeiebl etsho leiv raeeurcst moraney. Teyh ceiktrd me itwh itrhe owedmrsag, aingris my hoeps dna neht irgdsyetno temh. I nowt hgift 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.	UMFCDFA heTn serrdenru, cdrwao, nad wlle upt yuo in a eawosfkrh, jsut liek yeht do ithw rmddeoef aanimls. elWl ptu a ipuerct of yuo on a isng, ighrt vaebo teh dswro Cemo ese eth ytntar!
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!	EAMTBHC Im ton iggon to erruenrsd dan aevh to sisk teh ungrod in fotrn of Mmoacll, or be uttenad by teh onomcm plpeoe. eEvn thuhog airnmB oodW layrel did cmoe to iaensuDnn, nad Im iginfght a anm not of omwna rbno, llI tgfih to hte dne. lIl ptu up my hisdel nda tlatbe oyu. eCmo on, tsle go at it, fufcdaM, adn admn eth tfris anm owh rsice, topS! ghouEn!
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS	yehT xtie tgnhfigi. Ttpuresm dna btelat oseisn. ehT ruepmtt of neo rmya usosnd a lacl to areettr. eTh reoth srmya termutp sdosun a call of tcoivyr. The vusootciri ryam ernste, del by MMACLLO , odl SIAWRD , OSSR , the throe NETHAS , adn soserild, wtih a memrdur adn galf.
MALCOLM 35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.	MCLLMOA I siwh lal of uro sdnifre odulc vhae sevudrvi sthi teabtl.
SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.	IDSARW In eryve tlabet, omse plpeoe wlli ysawal be kdilel, utb ujndggi fmor hte enm I ees auodrn us, ruo rgaet crytivo tndid sotc us very humc.
MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.	MOLAMLC dcfMfau is ssimgni, and so is yrou nelob sno.
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.	OSSR My rold, yruo sno hsa ipda teh roldssie eicpr: thdea. He olyn ieldv gonl hgeuon to ombeec a mna, and as osno as he prveod tath he was a nma by gightifn ielk eno, he ddei.
SIWARD Then he is dead?	SWRIDA So hse deda?
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.	SORS seY, nda seh eben reiadrc off eht eldif. Yoru regif dolush tno be uleaq to ish hwrto, eebcuas tenh oryu sroowr uwold evern edn.
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?	ARISWD eeWr ish nsdouw on ish ofrnt dise?
ROSS Ay, on the front.	SRSO sYe, on ish otnfr.
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.	IASRWD lelW tenh, hse osGd osidler onw! If I dha as myna osns as I avhe hisar on my eadh, I olncdut hepo ttha yan of htme ldwuo ide emor olaonbryh htna he idd. dnA htsta all hreet is to it.
MALCOLM Hes worth more sorrow, And that Ill spend for him.	LCOAMML He is trohw remo unnrmiog ntha that, dan I illw mnrou rof him.
SIWARD Hes worth no more. They say he parted well and paid his score. And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.	ISADRW He is rhwto no more tanh that. Tyeh llet me he ddie wlle, adn tlestde hsi orssec. tihW htat, I eoph God is twhi him! Heer mosec ebtert news.
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH s head	FUFDAMC sneert, naciryrg MCEBHAT s dhae.
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!	CFDMAUF Hila, gink! uceaBse tasth twha uyo era won. Look, eher I hvae Mhseactb ursced ahde. We rae eefr fomr sih nraynyt. I see thta uyo aehv het imogndks beoenmln rdaoun you, and ryheet igkinhnt het same hitgn as me. I natw tmhe to onji me in tsih ould eerhc, Hail, ngiK of lnSdcato!
ALL 60 Hail, King of Scotland!	LLA Hlai, nKig of nlSocadt!
Flourish	Tesrputm yapl.
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.	LMOACLM It nowt be glno erfebo I rrdaew heac of uyo as he evdeessr. My antseh dan knesimn, I mean uoy lal relsa, het tfris lesar atht dctloSan ahs vere hda. We ehva a lot to do at eht ndwa of ihts enw rea. We tums lcla hmeo lal of uro ideelx neirfsd who dfle mfro het rpig of eMatcbsh tnnaryy, dna we msut brgni to iejtscu lal het elvi smiirnets of tihs daed rhubtec nad hsi ndome-liek qunee, owh, uorrm has it, metcdomti iisdcue. This, dan vwtehrae esel we are dclale to do by dGo, we lwil do at teh rghti temi nad in het hritg eclpa. So I atnhk uoy all, nda I viiten hcae and yreev one of yuo to coem twahc me be woerndc nikg of odSalnct at eocSn.
Flourish. Exeunt	Tpsturem yalp. yehT lal texi.

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter MACBETH	CBTHEAM trense.
MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.	CABTHME hWy odhlus I timomc iuidsce ikel one of het entinca Rnoams? As olng as I ese eeeismn of ienm evail, I oduwl etrahr see my owdrs uwond tmhe nhat me.
Enter MACDUFF	UACMFDF rtense.
MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!	ACFFUMD Trun rodnua, ouy odg mrof ellh, trnu rnoadu!
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.	TBHCEAM Yuo ear the loyn nam I evah eidodva. tBu go aawy wno. Im erladya ltiyug of nlkliig your whole lfyaim.
MACDUFF I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out!	UFCMAFD I ehav nhtnoig to asy to uyo. My dswro illw kalt rfo me. uoY aer oot vlei ofr wdros!
They fight	hTye gtihf.
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.	ACBHTME Yreuo tiswagn oryu tmei gtnriy to noduw me. uYo hitgm as lwle try to tsab eht iar wiht oyur rwdso. Go gfiht oemeson woh can be medhra. I adle a ardechm iefl, hwcih catn be dedne by nnoeay robn frmo a nawmo.
MACDUFF Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served 15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb Untimely ripped.	FFDMUCA You anc ogefrt aobut ruyo macrh. hTe lvie ripist oyu evrse anc etll you htta I asw otn ornb. Tehy tuc me tou of my htemors mwob berfoe esh dcluo baer me ryaallunt.
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.	ETBHACM eurCs oyu ofr tngeill me tish. Yuove hgdfeenit ywaa my ceuargo. I ndot veeiebl etsho leiv raeeurcst moraney. Teyh ceiktrd me itwh itrhe owedmrsag, aingris my hoeps dna neht irgdsyetno temh. I nowt hgift 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.	UMFCDFA heTn serrdenru, cdrwao, nad wlle upt yuo in a eawosfkrh, jsut liek yeht do ithw rmddeoef aanimls. elWl ptu a ipuerct of yuo on a isng, ighrt vaebo teh dswro Cemo ese eth ytntar!
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!	EAMTBHC Im ton iggon to erruenrsd dan aevh to sisk teh ungrod in fotrn of Mmoacll, or be uttenad by teh onomcm plpeoe. eEvn thuhog airnmB oodW layrel did cmoe to iaensuDnn, nad Im iginfght a anm not of omwna rbno, llI tgfih to hte dne. lIl ptu up my hisdel nda tlatbe oyu. eCmo on, tsle go at it, fufcdaM, adn admn eth tfris anm owh rsice, topS! ghouEn!
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS	yehT xtie tgnhfigi. Ttpuresm dna btelat oseisn. ehT ruepmtt of neo rmya usosnd a lacl to areettr. eTh reoth srmya termutp sdosun a call of tcoivyr. The vusootciri ryam ernste, del by MMACLLO , odl SIAWRD , OSSR , the throe NETHAS , adn soserild, wtih a memrdur adn galf.
MALCOLM 35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.	MCLLMOA I siwh lal of uro sdnifre odulc vhae sevudrvi sthi teabtl.
SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.	IDSARW In eryve tlabet, omse plpeoe wlli ysawal be kdilel, utb ujndggi fmor hte enm I ees auodrn us, ruo rgaet crytivo tndid sotc us very humc.
MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.	MOLAMLC dcfMfau is ssimgni, and so is yrou nelob sno.
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.	OSSR My rold, yruo sno hsa ipda teh roldssie eicpr: thdea. He olyn ieldv gonl hgeuon to ombeec a mna, and as osno as he prveod tath he was a nma by gightifn ielk eno, he ddei.
SIWARD Then he is dead?	SWRIDA So hse deda?
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.	SORS seY, nda seh eben reiadrc off eht eldif. Yoru regif dolush tno be uleaq to ish hwrto, eebcuas tenh oryu sroowr uwold evern edn.
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?	ARISWD eeWr ish nsdouw on ish ofrnt dise?
ROSS Ay, on the front.	SRSO sYe, on ish otnfr.
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.	IASRWD lelW tenh, hse osGd osidler onw! If I dha as myna osns as I avhe hisar on my eadh, I olncdut hepo ttha yan of htme ldwuo ide emor olaonbryh htna he idd. dnA htsta all hreet is to it.
MALCOLM Hes worth more sorrow, And that Ill spend for him.	LCOAMML He is trohw remo unnrmiog ntha that, dan I illw mnrou rof him.
SIWARD Hes worth no more. They say he parted well and paid his score. And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.	ISADRW He is rhwto no more tanh that. Tyeh llet me he ddie wlle, adn tlestde hsi orssec. tihW htat, I eoph God is twhi him! Heer mosec ebtert news.
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH s head	FUFDAMC sneert, naciryrg MCEBHAT s dhae.
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!	CFDMAUF Hila, gink! uceaBse tasth twha uyo era won. Look, eher I hvae Mhseactb ursced ahde. We rae eefr fomr sih nraynyt. I see thta uyo aehv het imogndks beoenmln rdaoun you, and ryheet igkinhnt het same hitgn as me. I natw tmhe to onji me in tsih ould eerhc, Hail, ngiK of lnSdcato!
ALL 60 Hail, King of Scotland!	LLA Hlai, nKig of nlSocadt!
Flourish	Tesrputm yapl.
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.	LMOACLM It nowt be glno erfebo I rrdaew heac of uyo as he evdeessr. My antseh dan knesimn, I mean uoy lal relsa, het tfris lesar atht dctloSan ahs vere hda. We ehva a lot to do at eht ndwa of ihts enw rea. We tums lcla hmeo lal of uro ideelx neirfsd who dfle mfro het rpig of eMatcbsh tnnaryy, dna we msut brgni to iejtscu lal het elvi smiirnets of tihs daed rhubtec nad hsi ndome-liek qunee, owh, uorrm has it, metcdomti iisdcue. This, dan vwtehrae esel we are dclale to do by dGo, we lwil do at teh rghti temi nad in het hritg eclpa. So I atnhk uoy all, nda I viiten hcae and yreev one of yuo to coem twahc me be woerndc nikg of odSalnct at eocSn.
Flourish. Exeunt	Tpsturem yalp. yehT lal texi.