Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.46
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?
ROSS
Ay, on the front.
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 knolled.50
MALCOLM He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him.
SIWARD He's worth no more.
52 They say he parted well and paid his score, And so, God be with him. Here comes newer comfort.
Enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head.
MACDUFF
Hail, king, for so thou art. Behold where stands
Th' usurper's cursed head. The time is free.
56 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 Hail, King of Scotland!
Flourish.
MALCOLM
60 We shall not spend a large expense of time 61 Before we reckon with your several loves 62 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
65 Which would be planted newly with the time-As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
68 Producing forth the cruel ministers Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,
70 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
73 We will perform in measure, time, and place.
So thanks to all at once and to each one,