My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. YOUNG SIWARD I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth, Than any is in hell. Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; MACBETH By this great clatter, one of greatest note My name's Macbeth. Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not. YOUNG SIWARD The devil himself could not pronounce a title Exit. Alarums More hateful to mine ear. Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD MACBETH SIWARD No, nor more fearful. This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd: YOUNG SIWARD The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword The noble thanes do bravely in the war; I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain MALCOLM MACBETH We have met with foes That strike beside us. Thou wast born of woman But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, SIWARD Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. Enter, sir, the castle. Exit Exeunt. Alarums Alarums. Enter MACDUFF SCENE VIII. Another part of the field. MACDUFF Enter MACBETH That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
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 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. Another part of the field. Enter MACBETH