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SCENE VI . The same . A Plain before the Castle . Enter , with drum and colours , Malcolm , old 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 first 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 find the tyrant’s power tonight , Let us be beaten , if we cannot fight . MACDUFF . Make all our trumpets speak ; give them all breath , Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE VII . The same . Another part of the Plain . Alarums . 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 , abhorred 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 , 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 find him , Fortune ! And more I beg not . [ Exit . Alarums . ] Enter Malcolm and old Siward . SIWARD . 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 yours , And little is to do . MALCOLM . We have met with foes That strike beside us . SIWARD . Enter , sir , the castle . [ Exeunt . Alarums . ] SCENE VIII . The same . Another part of the field . 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 . 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 charg’d With blood of thine already .
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