| [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 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, 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 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] |