1 Enter Macduff with Macbeth's head.
2 Behold, where stands Th usurper's cursed head: the time is free.
3 Strange things I have in head, that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
4 Safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head; The least a death to nature.
5 You are, and do not know't: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
6 He chid the sisters When first they put the name of king upon me, And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like, They hail'd him father to a line of kings: Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
7 I think, withal, There would be hands uplifted in my right; And here, from gracious England, have I offer Of goodly thousands: but, for all this, When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Shall have more vices than it had before, More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, By him that shall succeed.