Macbeth act 5 scene 5-7

Macbeth act 5 scene 5-7

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  • Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and soldiers.
  • What is that noise?
  • Hang out our banners on the outward walls. Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn
  • It is the cry of women, my good lord.
  • A cry within women.
  • Seyton exits.
  • While Macbeth starts to feel fearful, Seyton came back.
  • She would've died hereafter. Such a word would've come tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,signfying nothing.
  • The queen is dead my lord.
  • Enters a messenger, bringing shocking news.
  • If thou speak false, upon the tree shall thou hang alive till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth, i care not if thou dost for me as much. I being to doubt the lies that the apparition told me. Im beginning to be aweary of the sun, and wish the things is undone...
  • Gracious my lord, as i did my watch upon the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought the wood began to move.
  • Enters Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, and their army.
  • Make all our trumpet speak; give them all breathe, those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
  • Now near enough. We shall take upon what's remain to do, according to our order.
  • Fare you well. Let us be beaten if we cannot fight.
  • Exits.
  •     Enter Macbeth and the young Siward.
  • You lie, you are the abhorred tyrant. With my sword, I'll prove the lie thou you speak.
  • What is your name?
  • I am the fearful Macbeth.
  • They fight and the young Siward died.
  • Enters Macduff.
  • The noise came from over there. Tyrant, show your face! If thou beest slain ,and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms Are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbattered edge. I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter, one of the greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune, And more I beg not
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