SCENE VII. _Another part of the field._[4620]

_Alarums. Enter_MACBETH.[4621]

_Macb._ They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,[4622]

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.[4623]

_Yo. Siw._ What is thy name?

_Macb._ Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

_Yo. Siw._ No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name[4624]

Than any is in hell.

_Macb._ My name 's Macbeth.

_Yo. Siw._ The devil himself could not pronounce a title

More hateful to mine ear.

_Macb._ No, nor more fearful.

_Yo. Siw._ Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword[4625] 10

I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

[_They fight, and young Siward is slain._[4626]

_Macb._ 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.

_Macd._ That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!

If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, 15

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,[4627]

Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,[4628]

I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; 20

By this great clatter, one of greatest note

Seems bruited: let me find him, fortune![4629][4630]

And more I beg not.[4629] [_Exit. Alarums._[4631]

_Enter_ MALCOLM _and old_ SIWARD.

_Siw._ This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:

The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; 25

The noble thanes do bravely in the war;

The day almost itself professes yours,[4632]

And little is to do.

_Mal._ We have met with foes[4633]

That strike beside us.

_Siw._ Enter, sir, the castle.

[_Exeunt. Alarum._[4634]

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