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[The same] Enter MACBETH Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, | |
| But, bear-like, I must fight the course. 1 Whats he | |
| That was not born of woman? Such a one | |
| Am I to fear, or none. | 4 |
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Enter young SIWARD Y. Siw. What is thy name? | |
| Macb. Thoult be afraid to hear it. | |
| Y. Siw. No; though thou callst thyself a hotter name | |
| Than any is in hell. | 8 |
| Macb. My names Macbeth. | |
| Y. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title | |
| More hateful to mine ear. | |
| Macb. No, nor more fearful. | 12 |
| Y. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword | |
| Ill prove the lie thou speakst. They fight and young SIWARD is slain. | |
| Macb. Thou wast born of woman. | |
| But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, | 16 |
| Brandishd by man thats of a woman born. Exit. | |
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Alarums. Enter MACDUFF Macd. That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! | |
| If thou best slain and with no stroke of mine, | |
| My wife and childrens ghosts will haunt me still. | 20 |
| I cannot strike at wretched kerns, 2 whose arms | |
| Are hird to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, | |
| Or else my sword with an unbattered edge | |
| I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; | 24 |
| By this great clatter, one of greatest note | |
| Seems bruited. 3 Let me find him, Fortune! | |
| And more I beg not. Exit. Alarums. | |
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Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD Siw. This way, my lord; the castles gently rendred: 4 | 28 |
| The tyrants 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. | 32 |
| Mal. We have met with foes | |
| That strike beside us. 5 | |
| Siw. Enter, sir, the castle. [Exeunt. Alarums. | |