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The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd

In the unshrinking station where he fought,

But like a man he died.

Siw. Then he is dead?

Ross. Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow

Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then

It hath no end.

Siw. Had he his hurts before?

Ross. Ay, on the front.

Siw. 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.

Mal. He's worth more sorrow,

And that I'll spend for him.

Siw. He's worth no more;

They say he parted well, and paid his score:

And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

Macd. 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 kingdom's pearl,

That speak my salutation in their minds;

Whose voices I desire aloud with mine;

Hail, King of Scotland!

All. Hail, King of Scotland!

Flourish.

Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time

 71 unshrinking station: steadfastly maintained position (?), unshrinking attitude (?)

81 score: debt

85 compass'd: surrounded

pearl: nobility 