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Alarums. Enter MACBETH
Alarums. Enter MACBETH

MACBETH

They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
But, bearlike, I must fight the course. What’s he
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.

MACBETH

They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
But, bearlike, 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
Enter YOUNG SIWARD

YOUNG SIWARD

5 What is thy name?

YOUNG SIWARD

What is thy name?

MACBETH

Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.

MACBETH

Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.

YOUNG SIWARD

No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.

YOUNG SIWARD

No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.

MACBETH

My name’s Macbeth.

MACBETH

My name’s Macbeth.

YOUNG SIWARD

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

YOUNG SIWARD

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

MACBETH

No, nor more fearful.

MACBETH

No, nor more fearful.

YOUNG SIWARD

Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.

YOUNG SIWARD

Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain

MACBETH

Thou wast born of woman.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
15 Brandished by man that’s of a woman born.

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
Exit
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF
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.
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
20 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;
By this great clatter, one of the greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune,
25 And more I beg not.

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.
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
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;
By this great clatter, one of the greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune,
And more I beg not.
Exit. Alarums
Exit. Alarums
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD

SIWARD

This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered.
The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight,
The noble thanes do bravely in the war,
The day almost itself professes yours,
30 And little is to do.

SIWARD

This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered.
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.

MALCOLM

We have met with foes
That strike beside us.

SIWARD

Enter, sir, the castle.

SIWARD

Enter, sir, the castle.
Exeunt. Alarums
Exeunt. Alarums

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Modern Text

Alarums. Enter MACBETH
Alarums. Enter MACBETH

MACBETH

They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
But, bearlike, I must fight the course. What’s he
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Am I to fear, or none.

MACBETH

They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
But, bearlike, 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
Enter YOUNG SIWARD

YOUNG SIWARD

5 What is thy name?

YOUNG SIWARD

What is thy name?

MACBETH

Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.

MACBETH

Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.

YOUNG SIWARD

No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.

YOUNG SIWARD

No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.

MACBETH

My name’s Macbeth.

MACBETH

My name’s Macbeth.

YOUNG SIWARD

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

YOUNG SIWARD

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

MACBETH

No, nor more fearful.

MACBETH

No, nor more fearful.

YOUNG SIWARD

Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.

YOUNG SIWARD

Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain

MACBETH

Thou wast born of woman.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
15 Brandished by man that’s of a woman born.

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
Exit
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF
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.
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
20 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;
By this great clatter, one of the greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune,
25 And more I beg not.

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.
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
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;
By this great clatter, one of the greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune,
And more I beg not.
Exit. Alarums
Exit. Alarums
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD

SIWARD

This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered.
The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight,
The noble thanes do bravely in the war,
The day almost itself professes yours,
30 And little is to do.

SIWARD

This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered.
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.

MALCOLM

We have met with foes
That strike beside us.

SIWARD

Enter, sir, the castle.

SIWARD

Enter, sir, the castle.
Exeunt. Alarums
Exeunt. Alarums