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Macbeth

Act V, Scene 7

Another part of the field.
 
[Alarums. Enter MACBETH]
 
MACBETH
        ,           ,         2    ,        ,       ,
      They have | tied me | to a stake,| I can|not fly,
            ,     ,             ,            ,             ,
      But bear-|like I | must fight | the course.| What's he
            ,          ,        ,        ,       ,
      That was | not born | of wo|man? Such | a one
         ,        ,         ,
      Am I | to fear,| or none.
 
[Enter YOUNG SIWARD]
 
YOUNG SIWARD
                                  ,             ,
5                               What is | thy name?
 
MACBETH
         ,             ,         ,
      Thou'lt be | afraid | to hear | it.
 
YOUNG SIWARD
      <- ,       T     T     T          ,       ,        ,
        No:|| though thou callst | thyself | a hot|ter name
           ,     ,        ,
      Than a|ny is | in hell.
 
MACBETH
                                   ,           ,
                              My name's | Macbeth.
 
YOUNG SIWARD
            x          ,           ,          ,         x
10    The devil | himself | could not | pronounce | a title
        ,    ,                 ,
      More hate/ful to | mine^ear.
 
MACBETH
      __    ,           ,
      No:| nor more | fearful.    (tri with prev)
 
YOUNG SIWARD
             ,        ,       ,         ,         ,
      Thou liest | abhor|red ty|rant, with | my sword
             ,          ,            ,
      I'll prove | the lie | thou speakst.
 
[They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain]
 
MACBETH
        ,           ,        ,
15    Thou wast | born of | woman;  (trimeter with prev)
             ,          ,         ,         ,          ,
      But swords | I smile | at, wea|pons laugh | to scorn,
        ,              ,            ,      ,       ,
      Brandished | by man | that's of | a wo|man born.
 
[Exit. Alarums. Enter MACDUFF]
 
MACDUFF
        ,              ,          ,        ,          ,
      That way | the noise | is: ty|rant show | thy face,
           ,            ,                 ,    ,          ,
      If thou | beest^slain,| and with / no stroke | of mine,
           ,          ,            ,            ,          ,
20    My wife | and chil|dren's ghosts | will haunt | me still:
         ,         ,          ,         ,             ,
      I can|not strike | at wret|ched kerns,| whose arms
            ,          ,             ,       2      ,         ,
      Are hired | to bear | their staves;| either thou | Macbeth,
           ,         ,                , ,          ,
      Or else | my sword | with an / unbat|tered edge
           ,         ,       ,         ,         2         ,
      I sheathe | again | undee|ded. There | thou shouldst be,
                  ,     ,        ,         ,         ,
25    By this / great clat|ter, one | of grea|test note
              ,        ,         ,         ,        o
      Seems brui|ted. Let | me find | him for|tune,
            ,       ,     ,
      And more | I beg | not.   \\
 
[Exit. Alarums. Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD]
 
SIWARD
        ,      2       ,          ,          ,        ,
      This way* my | lord, the | castle's | gently | rendered:
           ,         ,             ,    ,          ,
      The ty|rant's peo|ple on / both sides | do fight,
           ,        ,          ,       ,        ,
30    The no|ble Thanes | do brave|ly in | the war,
           ,        ,        ,        ,        ,
      The day | almost | itself | profes|ses yours,
           ,       ,       ,
      And lit|tle is | to do.
 
MALCOLM
                                2      ,           ,
                              We have met | with foes
              ,           x
      That strike | beside us.
 
SIWARD
                                ,       ,          ,
35                             Enter | sir, the | castle.
 
[Exeunt. Alarums]

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