Essay on Macbeth and Thy Unholy Deeds

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(Enter Macbeth)
Macbeth: what is my life but a life inlived warmth and hope my tale not does give

(Enter Macduff and Malcolm)

Macduff: Face thy death, thy rat-faced man,
So that none can then say the wound
I inflict was not given justly

Malcolm: Face the face of your crime, false king.
Turn now and see the steel forged in the fire of thy unholy deeds

(Macbeth turns, slowly and deliberately)

Macbeth: And now might the life unlived meet its end at the hand of a life thou may find tis not worth the breath thee gives

Macduff: Speak not of life, for thy knows it not
Thine icy heart hath left the manly warmth of life for the cold touch of
Death's stiff embrace; I am his agent, left behind to take from thee what thou hast left my broken soul without; speak thy peace, usurper,so that i may finish thee
Without what little remorse is left in thy unfeeling, murderous body.

Macbeth: Thy words speak truth to truth's worst man, Father of none. But thy blade will find no heart of mine to impale for with my fair lady it has gone away, like the rocks on the Giant's Causeway,
Tossed across the sea to a strange house far removed from its home.

Malcolm; Speak no more, silver tongued devil.
Let my blade and thy blood make the words
Of the souls from this world you have removed,
And let their judgement rain down upon you.

Macbeth: Children have I killed enough;
Man to man shall the death of Macbeth be.

(Macbeth knocks Malcolm unconscious; exuent Macbeth and Macduff, fighting.)

(Alarums. Retreat. Enter Siward, Ross, Thanes, and soldiers, frantically searching for Malcolm and Macduff.)

Ross: Where is now our hero Macduff? Be he near, protecting our king by right?
Anon! There lays Malcolm, struck with lowly cowardice. Awake, savior of Scotland!

(Malcolm regains consciousness)

Malcolm: Were this headache were from the partake of drink and not of battle with fiends who should, if all twere right and natural, be friends.

Siward: Seen thee my son, brave king? Across the field of battle he did go, pushed by a force by which no other man nor beast could go.

Ross: Dearest Siward, search not for thy son for he is gone beyond St. Peter's gaze; earthly troubles trouble him no longer.

Siward: Tell me not where he hath gone, harbinger of my discontent. knew thou him as thou knows the bread layed upon thy table.
Knowing the end but never seeing the beginning; the fear of every man who brings to life a son has been brought down upon my head, emptying my soul in the sea of loneliness and despair.

Malcolm: Thy son would break to hear thee say such things as if it twere the fault of the man you see rather than the doing of a beast whom bloody vengeance now chases.

Siward: Again thy words dare to tell a father the story of his son; were not you my liege, swift justice wouldst i visit upon thy head which has yet to feel the waning of years.

Ross: thy broken words betray thy shattered mind. greatest of all thy friends shall be time.

Siward: Time, my greatest friend, thou says; for the man whose heart is injured by the scorn of Eve's descendants twould be true. but my heart has been ripped out, and sent away by the enemy of natural order.
All wounds may be mended with time, but tis not a wound but death-blow that ails me now.
Time i can take no longer; farewell, my friends; let the God who hath taken my son away take me to him now.

(Exit Siward, sword drawn.)

(Scream is heard. all present bow their heads.)

Malcolm: Farewell, fair Siward, man of honor. fair was thy life, but foul was thy end.

Ross: We have not time for grief, my kinsmen. We are but steps from the mountaintop, and our only obstacle is a wretched man whose bell tolls even as I now speak.

(Exuent. Enter Macbeth and Macduff, fighting)

Macduff : My arm wearies, my legs tire. strength
I must now take from my unquenchable fire, rage, which hath kept me afloat