Your son paid the soldier's debt: death. He died fighting like a man.
Well then, God's soldier be he ! I could not wish for a fairer death for him.
I have the usurper's cursed head ! Time is free from his tyranny, thou art now the king of Scotland, Malcolm !
Hail, king of Scotland !
We shall not be long before I reckon each of you as thou deserve. Thanes and kinsmen henceforth be first earls of Scotland. We must get back home our exiled friends abroad who fled from Macbeth's tyranny. Thank you all, and to each one whom I invite to come watch me be crowned king of Scotland !