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Do we but find the tyrant’s power tonight,
Let us be beaten if we cannot fight.

MACDUFF
Make all our trumpets speak, give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [10]
Exeunt.

Alarums continued.

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 Seyward.

YOUNG SEYWARD
What is thy name?

MACBETH
Thou’lt be afraid to hear it.

YOUNG SEYWARD
No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.

MACBETH

My name’s Macbeth.

YOUNG SEYWARD

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

MACBETH