And show like those you are.

They throw down the boughs

You, worthy uncle,

Shall with my cousin, your right noble son,

Lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and we

Shall take upon’s what else remains to do

According to our order.

SIWARD

Fare you well.

Do we but find the tyrant’s power tonight,

Let us be beaten if we cannot fight.

MACDUFF

Make all our trumpets speak, give them all breath,

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

Exeunt. Alarums continued

5.7 Enter Macbeth

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.

Enter Young Siward

YOUNG SIWARD What is thy name?

MACBETH Thou’lt be afraid to hear it.

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,

Brandished by man that’s of a woman born.

Exit ⌈with the body ⌉

5.8 Alarums. Enter Macduff

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, 5

Or else my sword with an unbattered 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

5.9 Enter Malcolm and Siward

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.

MALCOLM

We have met with foes

That strike beside us.

SIWARD

Enter, sir, the castle.

Exeunt. Alarum

5.10 Enter Macbeth

MACBETH

Why should I play the Roman fool, and die

On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes

Do better upon them.

Enter Macduff

MACDUFF

Turn, hell-hound, turn.

MACBETH

Of all men else I have avoided thee.

But get thee back. My soul is too much charged

With blood of thine already.

MACDUFF

I have no words;

My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain

Than terms can give thee out.

They fight; alarum

MACBETH

Thou losest labour.

As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air

With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield

To one of woman born.

MACDUFF

Despair thy charm,

And let the angel whom thou still hast served

Tell thee Macduff was from his mother’s womb 15

Untimely ripped.

MACBETH

Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,

For it hath cowed my better part of man;

And be these juggling fiends no more believed,

That palter with us in a double sense,

That keep the word of promise to our ear

And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.

MACDUFF

Then yield thee, coward,

And live to be the show and gaze o‘th’ time.

We’ll have thee as our rarer monsters are,

Painted upon a pole, and underwrit

‘Here may you see the tyrant.’

MACBETH

I will not yield

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet,

And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.

Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,

And thou opposed being of no woman born,

Yet I will try the last. Before my body

I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,

And damned be him that first cries ‘Hold, enough!’

Exeunt fighting. Alarums

They enter fighting, and Macbeth is slain.

Exit

Macduff with Macbeth’s body

5.11 Retreat and flourish. Enter with a drummer and colours Malcolm, Siward, Ross, thanes, and soldiers

MALCOLM

I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

SIWARD

Some must go off; and yet by these I see

So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

MALCOLM

Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

ROSS (to Siward)

Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.

He only lived but till he was a man,

The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed

In the unshrinking station where he fought,

But like a man he died.

SIWARD

Then he is dead?

ROSS

Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow