Read the excerpt from act 5, scene 8 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Then, review the photo, which shows this scene being acted out in a 1946 production of the play. Macbeth is on the left, and Macduff is on the right.Macbeth. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,For it hath cow’d my better part of man!And be these juggling fiends no more believed,That palter with us in a double sense;That keep the word of promise to our ear,And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.Macduff. Then yield thee, coward,And live to be the show and gaze o’ the time:We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,Painted on a pole, and underwrit,‘Here may you see the tyrant.’Macbeth. I will not yield,To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet,And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,And thou opposed, being of no woman born,Yet I will try the last. Before my bodyI throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,And damn’d be him that first cries, ‘Hold, enough!’Photo by Angus McBean (c) RSC