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Another Part of the Plain.
Enter MACBETH. Macb. 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.
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
is in hell. Macb.
My name's Macbeth.
More hateful to mine ear.
No, nor more fearful.
sword I'll prove the lie thou speak’st.
[They fight, 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 kernes', whose arms
Enter MALCOLM and Old SIWARD.
We have met with foes
Enter, sir, the castle.
Re-enter MACBETH. Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and
die On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better
Turn, hell-hound, turn.
I have no words,
Thou losest labour :
• Reported with clamour.
As easy may'st thou the iptrenchant air?
Despair thy charm;
Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me sò, For it hath cow'd my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter 8 with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
I'll not yield,
Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and Co
lours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Rosse, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.
Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar
The air which cannot be cut.
Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's
Then he is dead ?
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
Had he his hurts before ?
Why then, God's soldier be he!
He's worth more sorrow, And that I'll spend for him. Siw.
He's worth no more ; They say, he parted well, and paid his score : So, God be with him. Here comes newer com
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head on a
Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art : Behold,
King of Scotland, hail !
Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time,