Speeches (Lines) for Siward
in "Macbeth"

Total: 11

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

V,4,2327

Menteith. We doubt it nothing.

Siward. What wood is this before us?


2

V,4,2334

Soldiers. It shall be done.

Siward. We learn no other but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before 't.


3

V,4,2345

Macduff. Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

Siward. The time approaches
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which advance the war.


4

V,6,2423

Malcolm. Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we
Shall take upon 's what else remains to do,
According to our order.

Siward. Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.


5

V,7,2463

(stage directions). [Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD]

Siward. This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.


6

V,7,2470

Malcolm. We have met with foes
That strike beside us.

Siward. Enter, sir, the castle.


7

V,8,2518

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.


8

V,8,2526

Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
He only lived but till he was a man;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.

Siward. Then he is dead?


9

V,8,2530

Ross. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

Siward. Had he his hurts before?


10

V,8,2532

Ross. Ay, on the front.

Siward. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so, his knell is knoll'd.


11

V,8,2538

Malcolm. He's worth more sorrow,
And that I'll spend for him.

Siward. He's worth no more
They say he parted well, and paid his score:
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.


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