[Another part of the field.]

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(10)
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 slain.

MACBETH:

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.

Exit.

Alarums. Enter Macduff.

MACDUFF:

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.

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. Alarum.