Macbeth by William Shakespeare

Act 5 - Scene 7

Another part of the field.

Macbeth : They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, [p]But, bear-like, I must
fight the course. What's he [p]That was not born of woman? Such a
one [p]Am I to fear, or none.

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 [p]Than any is in hell.

Macbeth : My name's Macbeth.

Young Siward : The devil himself could not pronounce a title [p]More hateful to mine
ear.

Macbeth : No, nor more fearful.

Young Siward : Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword [p]I'll prove the lie thou
speak'st.

Macbeth : Thou wast born of woman [p]But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to
scorn, [p]Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.

Macduff : That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! [p]If thou be'st slain
and with no stroke of mine, [p]My wife and children's ghosts will
haunt me still. [p]I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose
arms [p]Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth, [p]Or
else my sword with an unbatter'd edge [p]I sheathe again undeeded.
There thou shouldst be; [p]By this great clatter, one of greatest
note [p]Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! [p]And more I beg
not.

Siward : This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd: [p]The tyrant's
people on both sides do fight; [p]The noble thanes do bravely in the
war; [p]The day almost itself professes yours, [p]And little is to
do.

Malcolm : We have met with foes [p]That strike beside us.

Siward : Enter, sir, the castle.

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