Act 6

Scene 1

18 years later… 
*At a small village in Scotland about 10 miles from the castle of Donalbain.*

Young Macbeth, a merchant on his way to a nearby village, stumbles upon the town of
Fife and spends the night there before resuming his travels. Little does he know, he was
abandoned by Macbeth and Lady Macbeth at a young age as he grew up with another
family.

Enter Young Macbeth

Young Macbeth: Oh how thy village is of such preposterous size. I have been meaning
to sell my merchant goods to thy good people of the Land of Fife. But, alas one can only
hope to have such good fortune in a land of unfortunate people. A poor soul such as I
finds it quite necessary to do what best to make keep. Enough of this rubbish pitying
and on with the long day that awaits.

*Enter Fleance & Macduff

Fleance: Who is thy young merchant who has stumbled upon our village?

Macduff: That is but a poor merchant boy trying to make a living wage.

Fleance: Brethren! Come to me now!

Young Macbeth: Yes your highness. What may I do for you? I am but a poor merchant
trying to make a living, what shall I sell thee?

Fleance: Do say... I am unaware of the necessities of our great town but I can always
take a sliver of cheese. What shall I call you?

Young Macbeth: My name is Young Macbeth but you can call me Merchant Boy.

*​Young Macbeth​ hands a small piece of cheese to Fleance*

Fleance: My good merchant, do you have a lodging to catch but a wink?

Young Macbeth: No my good friend, unfortunately where I cometh from is much too far
and I intended to seeketh lodging here for the night. Would you be so kind as to offer
me a place to reside?

Fleance: But of course! Offering a place of lodging to a dear companion of mine would
be the least of my offerings. Let me introduce you to the kind Malcolm, leader of this
town. He will be more than happy to make arrangements for your stay this evening.

Young Macbeth: Dear sir, tis an honor and a blessing to have been graced by your
presence this afternoon. I will be most pleased with whatever arrangements are made
for my companionship.

Fleance: Meet here at eight o horologe so I may guide you to doth lodging.

*Fleance exits*

Scene changes to ​Young Macbeth ​and Fleance walking to the castle, which
unbeknownst to ​Young Macbeth​ is where Malcolm lives.

Young Macbeth: Alas, what is yond castle so speedily approaching us in the distance. A
magnificent stature thee not bethink so?

Fleance: *​chuckles* ​My good fellow, the castle is home to our good lord and my close
friend Malcolm.

Young Macbeth: My friend, I hast never seen such a thing. To have such a wonderful
companion and a good heart.

*They arrive at the castle and Fleance introduces ​Young Macbeth​ to Malcolm*

Fleance: Good evening Malcolm, meet my new companion.

Malcolm: Nice to meet you good sir, it is a pleasure to accommodate you this evening.
Doth maketh yourself at home will you? I desire everything is as thee wish and thee
hast nay troubles during thy stay.
Young Macbeth: I am nothing but grateful to thy kindness. Your grace is held in the up
most of respects. I have never been more welcomely received. It has made my heart so
filled with warmth.

Fleance: Indeed, this here young sir shall take thee up to thy room, where you shall
make yourself at home. Supper begins promptly at dusk and I will speak with Malcolm
about your visit.

*​Both exit in opposite directions. Scene close.*

Scene 2
*The whole family is at the dinner table with an empty seat for Young Macbeth at the
end. Macduff, King Malcolm, ​Young Macbeth​, Fleance, Ross, and various other
noblemen.*

Young Macbeth: A lovely dinner thou hast put on, I have never had one with such
eloquence.

Fleance: Alas, have a seat young merchant.

Macduff: A toast, to the dear friend my son has brought to us this evening. May we all
enjoy dinner.

Young Macbeth: Please excuse thee, I must use the washroom before I dine.

*Young Macbeth walks through the hall to the bathroom where he notices a picture on
the wall. He stops, pondering, as if something strikes him as familiar.*

Young Macbeth: (​aside​) That name on the poster? ​Is this my father which I see before 
me​? What there? Why… a name… at the bottom of the picture. Is that what, my last
name there? I believe it says Macbeth. But no, I am Macbeth.

*Macbeth takes the picture off the wall*

Young Macbeth: (​suspiciously whispering​) A date… 18 years past… Why, I am not a

wink over 18 years old. It can’t be…

*Goes back to the dinner table. He is flustered, confused, and overwhelmed at what has
just occurred to him.*
*Chatter goes on at the dinner table but Young Macbeth is overwhelmed by his
seemingly imperplexable discovery.*

Malcolm: My boy, is something the matter?

Young Macbeth: Sir I must say…

Fleance: Do tell.

Young Macbeth: Well, it has occurred to me that I am not at all who I think I am. And if I
am correct … no, I hope to be wrong. It appears I am the son of the long lost
Macbeth…

*​All Gasps*

Malcolm: (​stands up suddenly) ​I must be excused.

Fleance: Young merchant, who are your parents?

Young Macbeth: Why, I was raised by a good village family who cared for me until I was
of age to care for thyself.

*All Gasps*

Macduff: It can’t be

Fleance: No

*Malcolm enters with a sword

Malcolm: I now know why your presence is upon us. 18 years have past, but it is not
long enough to let us forget the tragedy that occurred in this very castle. The Son of
Macbeth’s blood can be no better than MacBeth himself. Face your destiny, which was
your fate before your very birth.

*He advances, sword in hand with only the most intimate look from his furrowed brow. *

Young Macbeth: Wait! You must allow thee to explain myself!

*Malcolm’s sword still out, but does not move any closer*

Young Macbeth: I never knew my parents or any of my ancestor’s past. But now it is
confirmed that you people are the ones who ended my father’s life. I never knew my
father, but he gave me my blood and to him I am forever indebted.

*Young Macbeth pulls out his dagger and everyone else cowers away. The two men
advance towards each other, slashing and stabbing trying to hit flesh*

Young Macbeth: Struck! I’ve been struck​. (Bleeding out from the side) ​Lodged between
the costals protecting the very organ keeping me alive. Is this what my father felt? Was
this to be my fate as well? Alas how could one know his own fate without knowing one’s
own parents. In all my life I have never known such a tragic end. My short life has been
taken by the one who took my father.

Fleance: I cannot help but think tis my fault that a a fellow I brought into these graces,
yet history always repeats itself at the hands of fate.

Malcolm: A tragic end doth come thy way. As if it was predestined by your father. A fate
that one must suffer rather than foresee. But tis I who killed your father and thee.

*End of Scene*
*End of Act*