So Malcolm tells him that he (Malcolm) has "an impossible lust" that would only get worse as he devoured all of the maidens of Scotland. Your matrons, and your maids could not fill up 75 Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned Malcolm is suggesting he has some pretty serious vices. In fact, compared to Malcolm, Macbeth would seem pure as snow. Scotland would suffer, he says, under his own bad habits. Still, Malcolm's a little paranoid so he decides to test Macduff by suggesting that even he, Malcolm, might make a poor king, were they to defeat Macbeth. Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Shall have more vices than it had before, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country When I shall tread upon the tyrant’s headĕ5 There would be hands uplifted in my right Īnd here from gracious England have I offer It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash 50 I think our country sinks beneath the yoke. Besides, Macduff doesn't seem like a loyal guy these days, having abandoned his family back in Scotland and all. Sure, that's an okay idea, says Malcolm but he's worried Macduff might have something to gain by turning on him, (Malcolm) and betraying him to Macbeth. I would not be the villain that thou think’stįor the whole space that’s in the tyrant’s grasp, 45 The title is affeered.-Fare thee well, lord. Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, 40įor goodness dare not check thee. Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,īut mine own safeties. Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Perchance even there where I did find my doubts. Though all things foul would wear the brows of That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose.Īngels are bright still, though the brightest fell. You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. What know, believe and what I can redress,Īs I shall find the time to friend, I will. Malcolm suggests finding a nice shady spot where they can cry their eyes out. Macduff's got a better idea: maybe they should whip out their swords and fight like "men" against the good-for-nothing Macbeth. In England, Malcolm and Macduff brainstorm about Scotland's plight under the tyrannous Macbeth. Strike heaven on the face, that it resoundsĪs if it felt with Scotland, and yelled out
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Hold fast the mortal sword and, like good men,īestride our downfall’n birthdom. Let us seek out some desolate shade and there
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