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William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Tragedy of Macbeth.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Scene VII

Act V

[The same]

Macb.They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What’s heThat was not born of woman? Such a oneAm I to fear, or none.
Enter young SIWARD

Y. Siw.What is thy name?Macb.Thou’lt be afraid to hear it.Y. Siw.No; though thou call’st thyself a hotter nameThan any is in hell.Macb.My name’s Macbeth.Y. Siw.The devil himself could not pronounce a titleMore hateful to mine ear.Macb.No, nor more fearful.Y. Siw.Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my swordI’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.They fight and young SIWARD is slain.Macb.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

Macd.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 armsAre hir’d to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,Or else my sword with an unbattered edgeI sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;By this great clatter, one of greatest noteSeems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune!And more I beg not.Exit. Alarums.
Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD

Siw.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.Mal.We have met with foesThat strike beside us.Siw.Enter, sir, the castle.[Exeunt. Alarums.