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[Another part of the field.]
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Enter Macbeth.
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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.
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Enter young Siward.
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YOUNG SIWARD:
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What is thy name?(5)
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MACBETH:
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Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
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YOUNG SIWARD:
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No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.
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MACBETH:
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My name's Macbeth.
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YOUNG SIWARD:
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The devil himself could not pronounce a title(10)
More hateful to mine ear.
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MACBETH:
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No, nor more fearful.
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YOUNG SIWARD:
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Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
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[They] fight, and young Siward slain.
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MACBETH:
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Thou wast born of woman.(15)
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
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Exit.
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Alarums. Enter Macduff.
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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.(20) 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(25) Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not.
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Exit. Alarums.
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Enter Malcolm and Siward.
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SIWARD:
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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.
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MALCOLM:
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We have met with foes
That strike beside us.
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SIWARD:
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Enter, sir, the castle.
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Exeunt. Alarum.
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