Macbeth
Inside the castle.
Drums are heard. Enter Malcolm,
Siward, Ross, thanes and soldiers. Some
friends are not here yet. I hope they’re
safe. Some men had to die, but many more
remain.
Speaking to Malcolm.
Hail, Malcolm, King of Scotland, hail!
Here is the cursed tyrant’s head.
Now we are free. You are
surrounded by these worthy thanes. Who
all confirm that you are now their King.
Let them repeat with me “Hail, King of Scotland”
Malcolm: My loyal friends, you will be rewarded very
soon. My thanes and relative, I name you
earls. This is the highest honour, I can
give. Friends who have fled the tyrant’s
power, will be called back home to Scotland.
Those men who served this butcher and his evil Queen,
will soon be found and punished. The
Queen herself, I hear, has died by her own hand. We shall put all things right, by Heaven’s
grace, and in good time, make this a blessed place. Thanks to all to each and every one, Whom we
invite, to see us crowned at Scone!
THE END
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