A part of the field.
(Macbeth; Young Siward; Macduff; Malcolm; Siward)
Macbeth realizes that he is trapped, but still questions where the one not born of woman might be. Young Siward finds him and is killed by Macbeth, who sneers that the young man was born of woman. Macduff rushes in, having heard the noise, searching for Macbeth; he fears he will be haunted by his family forever if he is not the one to kill the tyrant. The battle is going so well for the English that Malcolm enters the castle. (35 lines)
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.
What is thy name?
Thou’lt be afraid to hear it.
No; though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.
My name’s Macbeth.
The devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.
No; nor more fearful.
Thou liest, abhorred tyrant, with my sword
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
Fight, and Young Siward slain.
Thou wast born of woman.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish’d by man that’s of a woman born.
Alarums. Enter 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 hir’d 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 greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune!
And more I beg not.
Enter Malcolm and Siward.
This way, my lord, the castle’s gently rend’red:
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.
We have met with foes
That strike beside us.
Enter, sir, the castle.