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MALCOLM

We have met with foes
That strike beside us.

SEYWARD
Enter, sir, the castle.
Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Macbeth.

MACBETH

Why should I play the Roman fool and die [40]
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.

Enter Macduff.

MACDUFF
Turn, hellhound, turn!

MACBETH
Of all men else I have avoided thee.

But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.

MACDUFF
I have no words;
My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain

Than terms can give thee out.

Fight. Alarum.

MACBETH
Thou losest labour.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests, [50]
I bear a charmèd life which must not yield