| 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. | |||
| [Enter YOUNG SIWARD] |
| YOUNG SIWARD | What is thy name? | 5 |
| 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. |
| YOUNG SIWARD | The devil himself could not pronounce a title | ||
| More hateful to mine ear. | 10 |
| MACBETH | No, nor more fearful. |
| YOUNG SIWARD | Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword | ||
| I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. | |||
| [They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain] |
| MACBETH | Thou wast born of woman | ||
| But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, | 15 | ||
| 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, | |||
| My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. | |||
| I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms | 20 | ||
| 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; | |||
| By this great clatter, one of greatest note | |||
| Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! | 25 | ||
| 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; | |||
| The noble thanes do bravely in the war; | |||
| The day almost itself professes yours, | 30 | ||
| And little is to do. |
| MALCOLM | We have met with foes | ||
| That strike beside us. |
| SIWARD | Enter, sir, the castle. | ||
| [Exeunt. Alarums] |