ACT V. | |
SCENE VII. The same. Another part of the Plain. | |
| [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? |
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. |
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 Seward 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, |
| 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.] |
| [Enter Malcolm and old 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, |
| And little is to do. |
MALCOLM. | |
| We have met with foes |
| That strike beside us. |
SIWARD. | |
| Enter, sir, the castle. |
| [Exeunt. Alarums.] |