SCENE VI. DUNSINANE. BEFORE THE CASTLE.
Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, SIWARD, MACDUFF, and their Army, with boughs
MALCOLM
Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our ๏ฌrst battle: worthy Macduff and we Shall take upon 's what else remains to do, According to our order.
SIWARD
Fare you well.
Do we but ๏ฌnd the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot ๏ฌght.
MACDUFF
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
Exeunt
SCENE VII. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
Alarums. Enter MACBETH
MACBETH
They have tied me to a stake; I cannot ๏ฌy, But, bear-like, I must ๏ฌght 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 ๏ฌght 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 ๏ฌnd 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 ๏ฌght;
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
