The same.

SCENE VII.

Another part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. 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.

Yo. Siw. What is thy name?

Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

Yo. Siw. No; tho' thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell.

Macb. My name's Macbeth.

Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear.

Macb. 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.

Alarums. Enter MACDuff.

[Exit

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 kernes, whose arms
Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,

I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be ;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited:9 Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum.

Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.

Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently render'd; 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.

[8] A phrase taken from bear-baiting.

STEEVENS.

[9] From bruit, Fr. To bruit is to report with clamour; to noise.

STEEVENS.

Mal. We have met with foes

That strike beside us.

Siw. Enter, sir, the castle.

Re-enter MACBETH.

[Exeunt. Alarum.

Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword?' whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.

Re-enter MACDuff.

Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.

Mach. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd With blood of thine already.

Macd. I have no words,

My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!

Macb. Thou losest labour:

As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air2

[They fight.

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 serv'd,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense ;*
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

And live to be the show and gaze o' th' time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,

Here may you see the tyrant.

Macb. I'll not yield,

[1] Alluding, perhaps, to the suicide of Cato Uticensis. [2] That is, air, which cannot be cut.

JOHNSON.

STEEVENS.

[3] In the days of chivalry, the champion's arms being ceremoniously blessed, each took an oath that he used no charmed weapons. Macbeth, according to the law of arms, or perhaps only in allusion to this custom, tells Macduff of the security he had in the prediction of the spirit. UPTON.

[4] That shuffle with ambiguous expressions.

JOHNSON.

SCENE VII.

The same. Another part of the Plain. Enter MACBETH. Macb. 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.

Yo. Siw. What is thy name?

Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

Yo. Siw. No; tho' thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell.

Macb. My name's Macbeth.

Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear.

Macb. 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.

Alarums. Enter MACDuff.

[Exit

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 kernes, whose arms
Are hir'd to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,

I sheath again undeeded. There thou should'st be ;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited :9 Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.

[Exit. Alarum.

Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD.

Siw. This way, my lord;-the castle's gently render'd; 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.

[8] A phrase taken from bear-baiting.

STEEVENS.

[9] From bruit, Fr. To bruit is to report with clamour; to noise.

STEEVENS.

Mal. We have met with foes

That strike beside us.

Siw. Enter, sir, the castle.

Re-enter MACBeth.

[Exeunt. Alarum.

Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword?' whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.

Re-enter MACDUff.

Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd With blood of thine already.

Macd. I have no words,

My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!

Macb. Thou losest labour:

As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air2

[They fight.

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 serv'd,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense ;*
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

And live to be the show and gaze o' th' time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,`
Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,

Here may you see the tyrant.
Macb. I'll not yield,

[1] Alluding, perhaps, to the suicide of Cato Uticensis. [2] That is, air, which cannot be cut

JOHNSON.

STEEVENS.

[3] In the days of chivalry, the champion's arms being ceremoniously blessed, each took an oath that he used no charmed weapons. Macbeth, according to the law of arms, or perhaps only in allusion to this custom, tells Macduff of the security he had in the prediction of the spirit. UPTON.

[4] That shuffle with ambiguous expressions.

JOHNSON.

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last: Before my body

I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. [Exeunt, fighting

Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.

Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd.
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.
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
He only liv'd but till he was a man ;

The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd

In the unshrinking station where he fought,

But like a man he died.

Siw. Then he is dead?

Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of

sorrow

Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then

It hath no end.

Siw. Had he his hurts before?

Rosse. Ay, on the front.

Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

I would not wish them to a fairer death :"

And so his knell is knoll'd.

Mal. He's worth more sorrow,

And that I'll spend for him.

Siw. He's worth no more;

They say, he parted well, and paid his score:
So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort.

[5] This incident is thus related from Henry of Huntingdon, by Camden, in his Remains, from which our author probably copied it :-When Siward, the martial earl of Northumberland, understood that his son, whom he had sent in service against the Scotchmen, was slain, he demanded whether his wound were in the fore part or hinder part of his body. When it was answered, in the fore part, he replied, "I am right glad; neither wish I any other death to me or mine."

JOHNSON.