Final Script: MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On my own sword?

It serves its purpose better slaying my enemies Enter MACDUFF MACDUFF MACBETH Of all men, I have avoided only you But get thee back; my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already. MACDUFF They fight

MACBETH Trying to injure me is like trying to wound the air Let fall thy blade on a vulnerable foe; I bear a charmed life, which cannot yield, To one of woman born. MACDUFF

MACBETH Cursed be that tongue that tells me this, For it hath taken away my courage! I cannot believe those manipulating creatures They tricked me with their riddles and gave me hope, only to destroy it I'll not fight with thee. MACDUFF MACBETH I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the crowds curse. Though Birnam wood did come to Dunsinane, And my opposed, being of no woman born, I will still fight to the end.

Lay on, Macduff, And damned be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!' Exeunt, fighting. Alarums Macbeth slain