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    Act 5. Scene VII

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    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
    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;
    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
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