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
10 Thou liest, abhorred tyrant! With my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
Fight, and Young Siward slain.
MACBETH Thou wast born of woman.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandished by man that's of a woman born.
Exit [with Young Siward's body].
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.
17 I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms 18 Are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbattered edge
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be-20
By this great clatter one of greatest note21
Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune,22
And more I beg not.
Exit. Alarums.
Enter Malcolm and Siward.
SIWARD
This way, my lord. The castle's gently rendered:24
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight,
The noble thanes do bravely in the war,
The day almost itself professes yours27
And little is to do.