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Läsebok. N:o 92-93.
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when they were to inarch across the broad valley to attack
the castle of Dunsinane, Macduff advised that every soldier
should cut down a bough of a tree and carry it in his hand,
that the enemy might not be able to see how many men
were coming against them.
Now, the sentinel who stood on Macbeths castlewall,
when he saw all these branches, which the soldiers of King
Malcolm carried, ran to the King, and informed him that the
wood of Birnam was moving towards the castle of Dunsinane.
The King at first called him a liar, and threatened to put
him to death; but when he looked from the walls himself,
and saw the appearance of a forest approaching from Birnam,
he knew the hour of his destruction was come. Ilis followers,
too, began to be disheartened, and to fly from the castle,
seeing their master had lost all hopes.
Macbeth, however, recollected his own bravery, and sallied
desperately out at the head of the few followers who
remained faithful to him. He was killed, after a furious
resistance, fighting hand to hand with ]Macduff in the thick of
the battle. Prince Malcolm mounted the throne of Scotland,
and reigned long and prosperously. He rewarded Macduff
by declaring that his descendants should lead the vanguards
of the Scottish army in battle, and place the crown on the
King’s head at the ceremony of coronation. King Malcolm
also created the thanes of Scotland earls, after the title of
dignity adopted in the court of England.
Walter Scott.
93. The Skeleton in Armour.
»Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
Who, with thy hollow breast
Still in rude armour drest,
Comest to daunt me!
Wrapt not in Eastern balms,
But with thy fleshless palms
Stretched as if asking alms,
Why dost thou haunt me?»
Then, from those cavernous eyes,
7 J
Pale flashes seem to rise,
As when the Northern skies
Gleam in December;
And, like the waters flow
Under December’s snow,
Came a dull voice of woe
From the heart’s chamber.
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