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Enter MACBETH
MACBETH enters.



MACBETH
Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
MACBETH
Why should I commit suicide like one of the ancient Romans? As long as I see enemies of mine alive, I would rather see my sword wound them than me.
Enter MACDUFF
MACDUFF enters.

MACDUFF
     Turn, hellhound, turn!
MACDUFF
Turn around, you dog from hell, turn around!


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MACBETH
Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
MACBETH
You are the only man I have avoided. But go away now. I’m already guilty of killing your whole family.



MACDUFF
     I have no words.
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!
MACDUFF
I have nothing to say to you. My sword will talk for me. You are too evil for words!
They fight
They fight.



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MACBETH
     Thou losest labor.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
MACBETH
You’re wasting your time trying to wound me. You might as well try to stab the air with your sword. Go fight someone who can be harmed. I lead a charmed life, which can’t be ended by anyone born from a woman.



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MACDUFF
     Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped.
MACDUFF
You can forget about your charm. The evil spirit you serve can tell you that I was not born. They cut me out of my mother’s womb before she could bear me naturally.

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