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And so his knell is knolled.

MALCOLM
He’s worth more sorrow;
And that I’ll spend for him.

SEYWARD
He’s worth no more: [90]
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
The usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free.
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
We shall not spend a large expense of time

Before we reckon with your several loves, [100]
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland

In such an honour named. What’s more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers

Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen −
Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands