Macbeth Act 5 Scene 8
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Turn, hellhound, turn!
Of all men else i have avoided thee. But get thee back. My soul is too charged with blood of thine already.
Despair thy charm, and let the angel whom thou still hast served. Tell thee Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield to one of woman born
I will not yield to kiss the ground beneath Malcolm's feet and to be baited with rabble's curse.
Yield thee, coward, and live to be the show and gaze o' th' time.
Some must go off; and yet by these i see so great a day is cheaply bought.
Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
I would the friends we miss are safe arrived.
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt.
Hail, King! For so thou art. Behold where stands the usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free.
Hail, king of Scottland!
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