No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 5 Scene 7

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Original Text	Modern Text
Alarums. Enter MACBETH	Alarums. Enter MACBETH
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.	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.
Enter YOUNG SIWARD	Enter YOUNG SIWARD
YOUNG SIWARD 5 What is thy name?	YOUNG SIWARD What is thy name?
MACBETH Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.	MACBETH Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.
YOUNG SIWARD No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell.	YOUNG SIWARD No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell.
MACBETH My name’s Macbeth.	MACBETH My name’s Macbeth.
YOUNG SIWARD 10 The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear.	YOUNG SIWARD The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear.
MACBETH No, nor more fearful.	MACBETH No, nor more fearful.
YOUNG SIWARD Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.	YOUNG SIWARD Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain	They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain
MACBETH Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, 15 Brandished by man that’s of a woman born.	MACBETH Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandished by man that’s of a woman born.
Exit	Exit
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF	Alarums. Enter MACDUFF
MACDUFF That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms 20 Are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbattered edge I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter, one of the greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune, 25 And more I beg not.	MACDUFF That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, 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 unbattered edge I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter, one of the greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune, And more I beg not.
Exit. Alarums	Exit. Alarums
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD	Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD
SIWARD This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered. The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight, The noble thanes do bravely in the war, The day almost itself professes yours, 30 And little is to do.	SIWARD This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered. 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.
MALCOLM We have met with foes That strike beside us.	MALCOLM We have met with foes That strike beside us.
SIWARD Enter, sir, the castle.	SIWARD Enter, sir, the castle.
Exeunt. Alarums	Exeunt. Alarums

Original Text	Modern Text
Alarums. Enter MACBETH	Alarums. Enter MACBETH
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.	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.
Enter YOUNG SIWARD	Enter YOUNG SIWARD
YOUNG SIWARD 5 What is thy name?	YOUNG SIWARD What is thy name?
MACBETH Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.	MACBETH Thou 'lt be afraid to hear it.
YOUNG SIWARD No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell.	YOUNG SIWARD No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell.
MACBETH My name’s Macbeth.	MACBETH My name’s Macbeth.
YOUNG SIWARD 10 The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear.	YOUNG SIWARD The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear.
MACBETH No, nor more fearful.	MACBETH No, nor more fearful.
YOUNG SIWARD Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.	YOUNG SIWARD Thou liest, abhorrèd tyrant. With my sword I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain	They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain
MACBETH Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, 15 Brandished by man that’s of a woman born.	MACBETH Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandished by man that’s of a woman born.
Exit	Exit
Alarums. Enter MACDUFF	Alarums. Enter MACDUFF
MACDUFF That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms 20 Are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbattered edge I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter, one of the greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune, 25 And more I beg not.	MACDUFF That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, 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 unbattered edge I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter, one of the greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune, And more I beg not.
Exit. Alarums	Exit. Alarums
Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD	Enter MALCOLM and SIWARD
SIWARD This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered. The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight, The noble thanes do bravely in the war, The day almost itself professes yours, 30 And little is to do.	SIWARD This way, my lord. The castle’s gently rendered. 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.
MALCOLM We have met with foes That strike beside us.	MALCOLM We have met with foes That strike beside us.
SIWARD Enter, sir, the castle.	SIWARD Enter, sir, the castle.
Exeunt. Alarums	Exeunt. Alarums