“Lay on, Macduff!”
“Lay on, Macduff!”
The fight was over, and as the victorious generals gathered on the field of battle, with drums beating and flags flying, Macduff approached, bearing the head of the slain Macbeth, and salutedthe young Prince Malcolm as King of Scotland.
“Hail, King! For so thou art. Behold where stands the usurper’s cursed head; the land is free. Hail, King of Scotland!”
And the trumpets sounded, and a universal shout rent the air:
“Hail, King of Scotland!”
“The wood began to move.”
“The wood began to move.”