Alarums. Enter 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.
5What 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.
10The devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.
nor more fearful.
Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain
wast born of woman.
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
15Brandished by man that’s of a woman born.