The Works of Shakespeare

Siw.

Then he is dead?

Ross. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause

of sorrow

Must not be measured by his worth, for then

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.

Mal.

He's worth more sorrow, 50

And that I'll spend for him.

Siw.

He's worth no more:

They say he parted well, and paid his score: And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head.

Macd. 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. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time 60 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 honour named. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad

56. thy kingdom's pearl, the flower of thy nobles.

That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers

Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like 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 crown'd at Scone.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA