Mal. I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.[4649] 35
Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
He only lived but till he was a man; 40
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd[4650]
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
Siw. Then he is dead?[4651]
Ross. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow[4652]
Must not be measured by his worth, for then 45
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, 50
And that I'll spend for him.