Playing Shakespeare with Deutsche Bank



  1. Act 5, Scene 8: Another part of the field.

  2. Enter MACBETH


    Why should I play the Roman foola reference to the Roman tradition of commiting suicide in war, rather than being captured, and die
    On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
    Do better upon them.

  4. Enter MACDUFF.


    Turn, hell-hound, turn!


    Of all men else I have avoided thee:
    But get thee back; my soul is too much charg'd [5]
    With blood of thine already.


    I have no words:
    My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
    Than terms can give thee out!

  8. [They fight.]


    Thou losest labourwaste your efforts:
    As easy mayst thou the intrenchantuntouchable air
    With thy keen sword impressmark as make me bleed: [10]
    Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crestshelmets;
    I bear a charmedlucky life, which must not yieldbe overpowered,
    To one of woman born.

  10. MACDUFF:

    Despair thy charmlose faith in that luck;
    And let the angelspirit, not necessarily good whom thou still hast served
    Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb [15]
    Untimely ripp'd.

  11. MACBETH:

    Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
    For it hath cow'dintimidated my better part of man!
    And be these jugglingmanipulating fiends no more believed, 
    That palter with us in a double sensemislead us with double meanings; [20]
    That keep the word of promise to our ear,
    And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.

  12. MACDUFF:

    Then yield thee, coward,
    And live to be the show and gazestar attraction o' the time:
    We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, [25]
    Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
    'Here may you see the tyrant.'

  13. MACBETH:

    I will not yield,
    To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
    And to be baitedridiculed with the rabblecrowd's curse.
    Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, [30]
    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 damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'

  14. [Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. Re-enter fighting, and MACBETH slain.]

  15. Act 5, Scene 9: Within the castle.

  16. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers.

  17. MALCOLM:

    I would the friends we miss were safe arrivedI hope that our missing friends will return safely.

  18. SIWARD:

    Some must go offsome will die: and yet, by these I see,
    So great a day as this is cheaply boughthas cost us few men.

  19. MALCOLM:

    Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

  20. ROSS:

    Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: [5]
    He only lived but till he was a man;
    The which no sooner had his prowessskills as a soldier confirm'd
    In the unshrinking stationposition of rank where he fought,
    But like a man he died.

  21. SIWARD:

    Then he is dead?

  22. ROSS:

    Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow [10]
    Must not be measured by his worth, for then
    It hath no end.

  23. SIWARD:

    Had he his hurts before?

  24. ROSS:

    Ay, on the front.

  25. SIWARD:

    Why then, God's soldier be he!
    Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
    I would not wish them to a fairer death: [15]
    And so, his knellfuneral bell is knoll'dringing, usually to signal a death.

  26. MALCOLM:

    He's worth more sorrow,
    And that I'll spend for him.

  27. SIWARD:

    He's worth no more:
    They say he parted well, and paid his score:
    And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

  28. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head.

  29. MACDUFF:

    Hail, king! for so thou art. Beholdsee, where stands [20]
    The usurperstealer of the crown's cursed head: the time is free.
    I see thee compass'dsurrounded with thy kingdom's pearlfinest noble men in the country,
    That speak my salutationgreetings in their minds;
    Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:
    Hail, King of Scotland!

  30. ALL:

    Hail, King of Scotland! [25]

  31. [Flourish]

  32. MALCOLM:

    We shall not spend a large expense of time
    Before we reckon withtake into account your several loves,
    And make us even with you. My Thanes and kinsmen,
    Henceforth be Earls, the first that ever Scotland
    In such an honour named. What's more to do, [30]
    Which would be planted newly with the time,
    As calling home our exiled friends abroad
    That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
    Producing forthbringing out of hiding the cruel ministersagents
    Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, [35]
    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.

    So, thanks to all at once and to each one, [40]
    Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.

  33. [Flourish. Exeunt.]


Macbeth and Macduff meet in battle. Macbeth boasts that he has no reason to fear Macduff, as he cannot be killed by someone born of a woman. Macduff, however, reveals that he was cut from his mother’s womb before the natural time of birth. Too late, Macbeth realises the witches have misled him, and he is killed by Macduff. Macduff shows Macbeth’s head to Malcolm, who is declared king of Scotland.


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