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I say, a moving grove.
If thou speak’st false,
SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle. Drum and colours. Enter MALCOLM, old SIWARD,
MacDUFF, and their Army, with boughs. MAL. Now near enough: your leafy screens
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
Alarums. Enter MACBETH.
Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it. Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a
hotter name Than any
is in hell. МАСв. .
My name's Macbeth. Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce
a title More hateful to mine ear. МАСв.
No, nor more fearful. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my
sword I'll prove
the lie thou speak’st.
[They fight, and young SIWARD is slain. MACB.
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. MacD. 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.
. Alarums. Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. Siw. This way, my lord; the castle's gently
We have met with foes
Enter, sir, the castle.
On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon
Turn, hell-hound, turn!
I have no words: My voice is in my sword : thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! [They fight МАСв. .
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. Macd.
Despair thy charm; And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd.
MACB. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
Painted upon a pole, and underwrit,
I will not yield,
[Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours,
MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Ross, the other Thanes, and Soldiers. MAL, I would the friends we miss were safe
arrived. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
MAL. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
Then he is dead ?
Had he his hurts before?