Act V, Scene 7
A part of the field.
- Enter Macbeth.
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- 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.
- What is thy name?
- Thou’lt be afraid to hear it.
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- No; though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
- Than any is in hell.
- My name’s Macbeth.
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- The devil himself could not pronounce a title
- More hateful to mine ear.
- No; nor more fearful.
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- Thou liest, abhorred tyrant, with my sword
- I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
- Fight, and Young Siward slain.
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- Thou wast born of woman.
- But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
- Brandish’d by man that’s of a woman born.
- Alarums. Enter Macduff.
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- That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
- If thou beest 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 hir’d to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,
- Or else my sword with an unbattered 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 Siward.
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- This way, my lord, the castle’s gently rend’red:
- 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.
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- We have met with foes
- That strike beside us.
- Enter, sir, the castle.
- Exeunt. Alarum.