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.

What is thy name?

What is thy name? Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name

5.7.72404Than any is in hell.

Than any is in hell. My name's Macbeth.

The devil himself could not pronounce a title

5.7.92407More hateful to mine ear.

More hateful to mine ear. No, nor more fearful.

Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant: with my sword

5.7.112410I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

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.

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.

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.

And little is to do. We have met with foes

5.7.292433That strike beside us.

That strike beside us. Enter, sir, the castle.