Macbeth 5.7

ACT 5, SCENE 7: 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? [5]
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, [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,; Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge; I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; [20]; By this great clatter, one of the greatest note; Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!; And more I beg not.; [Exit. Alarums.]; Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.
SIWARD: 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,; 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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