Alarums. Enter MACBETH
MACBETH
They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
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
MACBETH
My name's Macbeth.
YOUNG SIWARD
The devil himself could not pronounce a title
MACBETH
No, nor more fearful.
YOUNG SIWARD
Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain
MACBETH
Thou wast born of woman
Exit
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF
MACDUFF
That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
Exit. Alarums
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD
SIWARD
This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
MALCOLM
We have met with foes
SIWARD
Enter, sir, the castle.
Exeunt. Alarums
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.
Than any is in hell.
More hateful to mine ear.
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
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.
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.
That strike beside us.
