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ACT FIVE SCENE NINE

(Inside the castle. Drums are heard. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Ross thanes and soldiers) Malcolm: Some friends are not here yet. I hope they’re safe. Siward: Some men had to die, but many more remain. Our victory’s been won without great loss.

Malcolm: Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

Ross: (To Siward) Your son, my lord, has given up his life. That life was short, but yet he was a man. And showed himself to be a worthy soldier. He stood his ground, fought bravely as a man. And like a man, he died.

Siward: Then you are sure he’s dead?

Ross: Yes, he is dead. He was such a worthy son that your unhappiness could last forever. But it must not.

Siward: Was he wounded from the front?

Ross: Yes, sir, he was.

Siward: Then he was worthy to be God’s soldier And had a worthy death. I’ll mourn for him a little and there’s an end. The mourning bell sounds for him. That is enough.

Malcolm: I’ll add my mourning too, for he deserves it.

Siward: I cannot mourn forever. As he died well, my only sign of grief will be his mourning bell. So God be with him! But here is something better!

(Enter Macduff, with Macbeth’s head on a spear)

Macduff: (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!

All: Hail, King of Scotland!

(The sound of trumpets)

Malcolm: My loyal friends, you will be rewarded very soon. My thanes and relatives, 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.

So thanks to all - to each and every one,

Whom we invite, to see us crowned at Scone!

Cheers, trumpets and drums. All march away.

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