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 5.7.0.123945.7
 5.7.0.22395Enter Macbeth.
 5.7.12396Macbeth
 They have tied me to a stake: I cannot fly,
 5.7.22397But bear-like I must fight the course. What's he
 5.7.32398That was not born of woman? Such a one
 5.7.42399Am I to fear, or none.
 5.7.4.12400Enter Young Siward.
 5.7.52401Young Siward
 What is thy name?
 2402Macbeth
 What is thy name?  Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
 5.7.62403Young Siward
 No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
 5.7.72404Than any is in hell.
 2405Macbeth
 Than any is in hell.  My name's Macbeth.
 5.7.82406Young Siward
 The devil himself could not pronounce a title
 5.7.92407More hateful to mine ear.
 2408Macbeth
 More hateful to mine ear.  No, nor more fearful.
 5.7.102409Young Siward
 Thou liest, abhorr√®d tyrant: with my sword
 5.7.112410I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
 5.7.11.12411Fight, and Young Siward slain.
 2412Macbeth
 I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.  Thou wast born of woman.
 5.7.122413But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
 5.7.132414Brandished by man that's of a woman born.
 5.7.13.1Exit [with Young Siward's body].
 5.7.13.22415Alarums. Enter Macduff.
 5.7.142416Macduff
 That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face.
 5.7.152417If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,
 5.7.162418My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
 5.7.172419I cannot strike at wretched kerns whose arms
 5.7.182420Are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth,
 5.7.192421Or else my sword with an unbattered edge
 5.7.202422I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be:
 5.7.212423By this great clatter, one of greatest note
 5.7.222424Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune,
 5.7.232425And more I beg not.
 5.7.23.1Exit.
 5.7.23.22426Alarums. Enter Malcolm and Siward.
 5.7.242427Siward
 This way, my lord; the castle's gently rendered.
 5.7.252428The tyrant's people on both sides do fight,
 5.7.262429The noble thanes do bravely in the war.
 5.7.272430The day almost itself professes yours
 5.7.282431And little is to do.
 2432Malcolm
 And little is to do.  We have met with foes
 5.7.292433That strike beside us.
 2434Siward
 That strike beside us.  Enter, sir, the castle.
 5.7.29.1Exeunt. Alarum.
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