Macb.
They have ^note 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. ^note

Yo. Siw.
What is thy name?

Macb.
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

Yo. Siw.
No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter ^note name
Than any is in hell.

Macb.
My name's Macbeth.

Yo. Siw.
The devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.

Macb.
No, nor more fearful.

Yo. Siw.
Thou liest, abhorred ^note tyrant; with my sword
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [They fight ^note, and young Siward is slain.

Macb.
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.

Macd.
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 ^note thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd ^note edge,
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited ^note: let me find ^note him, fortune!
And ^note more I beg not. [Exit. Alarums. ^note Enter Malcolm and old Siward. ^note

Siw.
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 ^note yours,
And little is to do.

Mal.
We have ^note met with foes
That strike beside us.

Siw.
Enter, sir, the castle. [Exeunt. Alarum. ^note

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