MacBeth Act 5 Scene 8 Memorization

[Enter Macbeth] Why should I be the Roman Fool and die on mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes do it better upon them.
“Turn hellhound, turn” Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back. My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.
“…than terms can give thee out” Thou losest labor. As easy mayst thou the intrechant air
As easy mayst thou the intrechant air… With my keen sword impress as make me bleed. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests… I bear a charmed life, which must not yield to one of woman born.
“From his mother’s womb untimely ripped…” Accursed be thy tongue that tells me so, for it hath cowed my better part of man.
For it hath cowed my better part of man… And be these juggling fiends no more believed, that palter with us in a double sense.
That palter with us in a double sense… That keep the word of promise to our ear and break it to our hope. I’ll not fight thee.
“Here may you see the tyrant” I will not yield to kiss the ground before young Malcom’s feet
Before young Malcom’s feet.. And to be baited with the rabble’s curse though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane.
Wood be come to Dunsinane… And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body…
Before my body… I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, and damned be him that first cries “Hold, Enough”

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