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- $Unique_ID{SSP01427}
- $Title{Macbeth: Act V, Scene VII}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01400.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- MACBETH
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- ACT V
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- SCENE VII: Another part of the field.
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- {Alarums. Enter MACBETH.}
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- 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.
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- {Enter YOUNG SIWARD.}
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- YOUNG SIWARD: What is thy name?
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- MACBETH: Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
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- YOUNG SIWARD: No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
- Than any is in hell.
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- MACBETH: My name's Macbeth.
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- YOUNG SIWARD: The devil himself could not pronounce a title
- More hateful to mine ear.
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- MACBETH: No, nor more fearful.
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- YOUNG SIWARD: Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword 10
- I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
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- [They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain.]
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- 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.
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- [Exit.]
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- {Alarums. Enter MACDUFF.}
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- 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; 20
- By this great clatter, one of greatest note
- Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
- And more I beg not.
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- [Exit. Alarums.]
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- {Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD.}
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- 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.
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- MALCOLM: We have met with foes
- That strike beside us.
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- SIWARD: Enter, sir, the castle.
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- [Exeunt. Alarums.]
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