Act V, Scene 7

Another part of the field.

[Alarums. Enter MACBETH]

• Macbeth. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, 2430
  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? 2435

• 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 2440
  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 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, 2455
  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. 2460

[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; 2465
  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. 2470

[Exeunt. Alarums]