Macbeth
To his soldiers.
Throw down your leafy branches.
Show your selves as men. My noble
uncle Siward, you and your good son.
Will lead the first attack.
Macduff and myself. Will be
behind you when the time is right, Our soldiers will move forward to support
you.
Siward: We must take on the tyrant’s power
tonight. We shall be beaten, if we fail
to fight. Macduff: Blow all our trumpets, give them all your breath to call all
men to battle, blood and death!
They fight and Young Siward is killed. I’ll prove it with my sword! If you are killed, but by another man, The
ghost of my dead wife and my dear children.
Will never leave me. I will kill
no more, until I find the tyrant. I feel
Macbeth is near. Let me find him,
Heaven! That is all I ask.
This way, my lord.
Great Dunsinane is yours. Many of
the tyrant’s men have left him. In a
short time, the victory will be yours.
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