The Tragedy of Macbeth: ACT V
Introduction ACT I ACT II ACT III ACT IV ACT V SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle. SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane. SCENE III. Dunsinane. A room in the castle. SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood. SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle. SCENE VI. Dunsinane. Before the castle. SCENE VII. Another part of the field. SCENE VIII. Another part of the field. About the Play Feedback			Search: All the plays Hamlet Coriolanus Julius Caesar King Lear Macbeth Othello Romeo and Juliet Richard II Richard III Titus Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Timon of Athens Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry the Fifth Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry VIII King John Pericles Troilus and Cressida All's Well... As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline A Midsummer... Love's Labour's Lost Measure for Measure The Merry Wives... Much Ado about Nothing The Merchant of Venice Twelfth Night The Taming of... The Tempest The Two Gentlemen... The Winter's Tale    for: SCENE VII. Another part of the field. Alarums. Enter MACBETH MACBETH       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 YOUNG SIWARD 5     What is thy name? MACBETH       Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. YOUNG SIWARD       No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name       Than any is in hell. MACBETH       My name's Macbeth. YOUNG SIWARD 10    The devil himself could not pronounce a title       More hateful to mine ear. MACBETH       No, nor more fearful. YOUNG SIWARD       Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword       I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain MACBETH 15    Thou wast born of woman       But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,       Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born. Exit Alarums. Enter MACDUFF MACDUFF       That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!       If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, 20    My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.       I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms       Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,       Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge       I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; 25    By this great clatter, one of greatest note       Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!       And more I beg not. Exit. Alarums Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD SIWARD       This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:       The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; 30    The noble thanes do bravely in the war;       The day almost itself professes yours,       And little is to do. MALCOLM       We have met with foes       That strike beside us. SIWARD 35    Enter, sir, the castle. Exeunt. Alarums Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene