My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour named. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head MACDUFF Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds Whose voices I desire aloud with mine: Hail, King of Scotland! ALL Hail, King of Scotland! Flourish MALCOLM We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. SIWARD He's worth no more They say he parted well, and paid his score: And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort. MALCOLM He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. SIWARD 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 knoll'd. SIWARD Had he his hurts before? ROSS Ay, on the front. SIWARD Then he is dead? ROSS Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end. ROSS 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 confirm'd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died. MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son. SIWARD Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers MALCOLM I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
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