Malcolm: I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. -Look at young Siward and command him to be taken off stage-
Siward: Some must go off: And yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Your son, my lord had paid a soilders debt: He only lived but till he was a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm’dIn the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died.
Siward: Then he is dead? Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end
-Malcolm takes upstage- -Kneel-
Macduff: Hail king! for so thou art: behold, where stands The usurper’s cursed head: the time is free: I see thee compass’d with thy kindom’s pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine: Hail King of Scotland! Hail King of scotland!