| ACT V SCENE VII | Another part of the field. | |
| | Alarums. Enter MACBETH | |
| MACBETH | They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, | |
| | But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he | |
| | That was not born of woman? Such a one | |
| | Am I to fear, or none. | 5 |
| | Enter YOUNG SIWARD | |
| YOUNG SIWARD | What is thy name? | |
| MACBETH | Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. | |
| YOUNG SIWARD | No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name | |
| | Than any is in hell. | |
| MACBETH | My name's Macbeth. | 10 |
| YOUNG SIWARD | The devil himself could not pronounce a title | |
| | More hateful to mine ear. | |
| MACBETH | No, nor more fearful. | |
| YOUNG SIWARD | Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword | |
| | I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. | 15 |
| | They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain | |
| MACBETH | Thou wast born of woman | |
| | But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, | |
| | Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. | |
| | Exit | |
| | Alarums. Enter MACDUFF | |
| MACDUFF | That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! | |
| | If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, | 20 |
| | My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. | |
| | I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms | |
| | Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth, | |
| | Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge | |
| | I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; | 25 |
| | By this great clatter, one of greatest note | |
| | Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! | |
| | And more I beg not. | |
| | Exit. Alarums | |
| | Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD | |
| SIWARD | This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd: | |
| | The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; | 30 |
| | The noble thanes do bravely in the war; | |
| | The day almost itself professes yours, | |
| | And little is to do. | |
| MALCOLM | We have met with foes | |
| | That strike beside us. | 35 |
| SIWARD | Enter, sir, the castle. | |
| | Exeunt. Alarums | |
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