ACT 5
[Alarums. Enter MACBETH]
MACBETH
They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
Like bearbaiting, I’m on a stake, and trapped,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he
But, like the bear, I have to fight. Where’s he
That was not born of woman? Such a one
Not born by woman? He’s the only one
Am I to fear, or none.
I have to fear, or no one.
[Enter YOUNG SIWARD]
YOUNG SIWARD
What is thy name?
What’s your name?
MACBETH
Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
You’ll be afraid on hearing it.
YOUNG SIWARD
No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name
No; even if it’s worse than any devil
Than any is in hell.
That might reside in hell.
MACBETH
My name's Macbeth.
My name’s Macbeth.
YOUNG SIWARD
The devil himself could not pronounce a title
The devil himself could not speak out a name
More hateful to mine ear.
I hate more than I’ve heard.
MACBETH
No, nor more fearful.
No, nor more scary.
YOUNG SIWARD
Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
You lie, you wretched tyrant. With my sword,
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
I’ll prove the lies you tell.
[They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain]
MACBETH
Thou wast born of woman
A woman bore you,
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
So I laugh at your sword, like every weapon
Brandished by man that's of a woman born.
That’s brandished by a man a woman bore.
[Exit]
[Alarums. Enter MACDUFF]
MACDUFF
That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
The noise was over there. Come forward, tyrant!
If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
If you are killed and it’s not me who kills you,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
My wife and children’s ghosts will always haunt me.
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
I can’t strike at pathetic soldiers, who have
Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,
Been paid to lift their swords. Either you, Macbeth,
Or else my sword with an unbattered edge
Or else I will return this unmarked sword
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
Into its sheath, unused. You must be there;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
For, by that clatter, someone most important
Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
Is being announced. Good fortune, help me find him!
And more I beg not.
I ask for nothing more.
[Exit. Alarums]
[Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD]
SIWARD
This way, my lord; the castle's gently rendered:
This way; the castle has surrendered meekly;
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The soldiers of Macbeth fight on both sides;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
Our noblemen have bravely fought the battle,
The day almost itself professes yours,
And time of victory almost is upon us,
And little is to do.
With little left to do.
MALCOLM
We have met with foes
We’ve faced an enemy
That strike beside us.
That doesn’t want to fight.
SIWARD
Enter, sir, the castle.
Enter the castle, sir.
[Exeunt. Alarums]
