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  • He’s worth more sorrow, And that I’ll spend for him.
  • Well then, he’s God’s soldier now! If I had as many sons as I have hairs on my head, I couldn’t hope that any of them would die more honorably than he did. And that’s all there is to it.
  • Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end.
  • Yes, on his front.
  • Had he his hurts before?
  • Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:He only lived but till he was a man;The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'dIn the unshrinking station where he fought,But like a man he died.
  • Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
  • Then he is dead?
  • Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
  • I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
  • I will not yield,To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,And to be baited with the rabble's curse.Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,And thou opposed, being of no woman born,Yet I will try the last. Before my bodyI throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
  • Curse you for telling me this. You’ve fightened away my courage. I don’t believe those evil creatures anymore. They tricked me with their wordgames, raising my hopes and then destroying them. I won’t fight you.
  • Then yield thee, coward,And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,Painted on a pole, and underwrit, 'Here may you see the tyrant.'
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