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[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 Seward 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 old 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.]