MACBETH They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly, But, bearlike, I must fight the course. What's he That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none.
MACBETH They have tied me to a stake. I can't run. Instead, must stand and fight, like a bear. Where's the man who wasn't born from a woman? He's the one I fear and no one else.
Enter YOUNG SIWARD
YOUNG SIWARD enters.
YOUNG SIWARD What is thy name?
YOUNG SIWARD What's your name?
MACBETH Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.
MACBETH You'll be afraid to hear it.
YOUNG SIWARD No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell.
YOUNG SIWARD No, not even if you named yourself more evil than any demon in hell.
MACBETH My name's Macbeth.
MACBETH My name's Macbeth.
YOUNG SIWARD The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear.
YOUNG SIWARD The devil himself couldn't say a name I hate more.
MACBETH No, nor more fearful.
MACBETH No, nor could the devil's name be more frightening.
YOUNG SIWARD Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
YOUNG SIWARD You lie, abhorrent tyrant. My sword will prove that you speak lies.
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is killed.
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MACBETH Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandished by man that's of a woman born.
MACBETH You were born from a woman. I smile at swords, and laugh at any weapon held by a man born from a woman.
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF
Trumpets. MACDUFF enters.
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MACDUFF That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest 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 unbattered edge I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter, one of the greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune, And more I beg not.
MACDUFF The noise is coming from over there. Tyrant, show your face! If you are killed without a strike from my own sword, the ghosts of my wife and children will haunt me forever. I won't fight these wretched soldiers. I'll dull the edge of my sword fighting you, Macbeth, or else I'll sheathe my sword again unused. You must be over there based on that great noise, which sounds like the announcement of some notable man. Oh Fortune, let me find him! I ask only for that.
MACDUFF exits. Trumpets.
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD
MALCOLM and old SIWARD enter.
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SIWARD This way, my lord. The castle's gently rendered. 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.
SIWARD Come this way, my lord. The castle has surrendered without a fight. Macbeth's soldiers are fighting on both sides, while our thanes fight bravely. The victory is almost yours, and there is little left to do.
MALCOLM We have met with foes That strike beside us.
MALCOLM Our enemies seem to be trying to miss when they strike at us.