2:07:19
My soul...
2:07:21
...is too much charged
with blood of thine already.
2:07:27
Let fall thy blade
on vulnerable crests.
2:07:33
I bear a charmed life...
2:07:36
...which must not yield
to one of woman born!
2:07:41
Despair thy charm and let the angel
whom thou hast served tell thee...
2:07:46
...Macduff was from his mother's womb
untimely ripped.
2:07:54
Accursed be that tongue
that tells me so...
2:07:57
... for it hath cowed
my better part of man.
2:08:00
And be these juggling fiends no more
believed that palter with us.
2:08:05
That keep the word of promise
to our ear and break it to our hope.
2:08:11
I will not yield...
2:08:14
...to kiss the ground
before young Malcolm's feet...
2:08:18
...and to be baited
with the rabble's curse!
2:08:24
Though Birnam Wood be come
to Dunsinane...
2:08:28
...and thou opposed being
of no woman born...
2:08:33
...yet I will try the last.
2:08:37
Lay on, Macduff.
2:08:40
And damned be him that first cries,
"Hold, enough!"