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Act V, Scene 7
1Another part of the field.
2Alarums. Enter Macbeth.
3MacbethThey 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.
4Enter Young Siward.
5Young SiwardWhat is thy name?
6MacbethThou’lt be afraid to hear it.
7Young SiwardNo; though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.
8MacbethMy name’s Macbeth.
9Young SiwardThe devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.
10MacbethNo, nor more fearful.
11Young SiwardThou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st. They fight and Young Siward is slain.
12MacbethThou wast born of woman
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish’d by man that’s of a woman born. Exit.
13Alarums. Enter Macduff.
14MacduffThat 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
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!
And more I beg not. Exit. Alarums.
15Enter Malcolm and old Siward.
16SiwardThis 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,
And little is to do.
17MalcolmWe have met with foes
That strike beside us.
18SiwardEnter, sir, the castle. Exeunt. Alarums.