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I
throw
my
warlike
shield
.
Lay
on
,
Macduff
,
And
damn
'd
be
him
that
first
cries
,
'
Hold
,
enough
!
'
Exeunt
,
fighting
.
Alarums
Retreat
.
Flourish
.
Enter
,
with
drum
and
colours
,
Malcolm
,
Siward
,
Ross
,
the
other
Thanes
,
and
Soldiers
Malcolm
I
would
the
friends
we
miss
were
safe
arrived
.
Siward
Some
must
go
off
:
and
yet
,
by
these
I
see
,
So
great
a
day
as
this
is
cheaply
bought
.
Malcolm
Macduff
is
missing
,
and
your
noble
son
.
Ross
Your
son
,
my
lord
,
has
paid
a
soldier
's
debt
:
He
only
lived
but
till
he
was
a
man
;
