[Stage] Macbeth enters.
Macbeth(麦克白)
Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
[Stage] Macduff enters.
Macduff(麦克德夫)
Turn, hellhound, turn!
Macbeth(麦克白)
Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
Macduff(麦克德夫)
I have no words.
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!
[Stage] They fight.
Macbeth(麦克白)
Thou losest labor.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
Macduff(麦克德夫)
Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee,
Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped.
Macbeth(麦克白)
Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.
Macduff(麦克德夫)
Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o’ th’ time.
We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
“Here may you see the tyrant.”
Macbeth(麦克白)
I will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet,
And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.
Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,
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 damned be him that first cries, “Hold, enough!”
[Stage] They exit fighting. Trumpets. They reenter, still fighting, and Macbeth is killed. A trumpet sounds a call to retreat. Another trumpet sounds a call of victory. Malcolm, Old Siward, Ross, the other Thanes, and Soldiers enter, with a drummer and flag.
Malcolm(马尔康)
I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
Siward(西沃德)
Some must go off. And yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Malcolm(马尔康)
Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
Ross(罗斯)
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.
He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
Siward(西沃德)
Then he is dead?
Ross(罗斯)
Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
Siward(西沃德)
Had he his hurts before?
Ross(罗斯)
Ay, on the front.
Siward(西沃德)
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.
And so, his knell is knolled.
Malcolm(马尔康)
He’s worth more sorrow,
And that I’ll spend for him.
Siward(西沃德)
He’s worth no more.
They say he parted well and paid his score.
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
[Stage] Macduff enters, carrying Macbeth’s head.
Macduff(麦克德夫)
Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands
The usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
Hail, King of Scotland!
All(全体)
Hail, King of Scotland!
[Stage] Trumpets sound.
Malcolm(马尔康)
We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves
And make us even with you.
My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honor named.
What’s more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,
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,
Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
[Stage] Trumpets sound. All exit.