Enter MACBETH.
MACBETH
1 They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
2 But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he
3 That was not born of woman? Such a one
4 Am I to fear, or none.
Enter YOUNG SIWARD.
YOUNG SIWARD
5 What is thy name?
MACBETH
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
YOUNG SIWARD
6 No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
7 Than any is in hell.
MACBETH
My name's Macbeth.
YOUNG SIWARD
8 The devil himself could not pronounce a title
9 More hateful to mine ear.
MACBETH
No, nor more fearful.
YOUNG SIWARD
10 Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
11 I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
Fight and Young Siward slain.
MACBETH
Thou wast born of woman.
12 But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
13 Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
Exit.
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.
MACDUFF
14 That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
15 If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
16 My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
17 I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
18 Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,
19 Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
20 I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
21 By this great clatter, one of greatest note
22 Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
23 And more I beg not.
Exit. Alarums.
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD.
SIWARD
24 This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
25 The tyrant's people on both sides do fight.
26 The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
27 The day almost itself professes yours,
28 And little is to do.
MALCOLM
We have met with foes
29 That strike beside us.
SIWARD
Enter, sir, the castle.
Exeunt. Alarums.
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