Another Part of the Plain.
 Enter MACBETH.

Macbeth	They have 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.

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, abhorrd tyrant. With my sword
	I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
						 [They fight, and YOUNG SIWARD is 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.

                         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 unbattered edge
	I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
	By this great clatter, one of greatest note
	Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune,
	And more I beg not.
												[Exit. Alarums.

                      Enter MALCOLM and OLD SIWARD.

Old 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.

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

                            Re-enter MACBETH.

Macbeth	Why should I play the Roman fool and die
	On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
	Do better upon them.

                            Re-enter MACDUFF.

Macduff								Turn, hell-hound, turn!

Macbeth	Of all men else I have avoided thee.
	But get thee back, my soul is too much charged
	With blood of thine already.

Macduff									I have no words;
	My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain
	Than terms can give thee out.
												[They fight. Alarum.

Macbeth										Thou losest labour.
	As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
	With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
	Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
	I bear a charmd life which must not yield
	To one of woman born.

Macduff							Despair thy charm,
	And let the angel whom thou still hast served
	Tell thee Macduff was from his mother's womb
	Untimely ripped.

Macbeth	Accursd be that tongue that tells me so,
	For it hath cowed my better part of man;
	And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
	That palter with us in a double sense,
	That keep the word of promise to our ear,
	And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.

Macduff	Then yield thee, coward,
	And live to be the show and gaze o'th' time.
	We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
	Painted upon a pole and underwrit
	'Here may you see the tyrant'.

Macbeth										I will not yield
	To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
	And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
	Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,
	And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
	Yet I will try the last. Before my body
	I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
	And damned be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!'
												[Exeunt, fighting.
            Alarums. Re-enter fighting, and MACBETH is slain.
												[Exit MACDUFF.
