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. |
[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 | 10 |
| 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, |
| 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; | 20 |
| 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; |
| 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] |