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116 Macbeth [Act V Young Sizvard. No ; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. Macbeth. My name's Macbeth. Young Sizvard. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. Macbeth. No, nor more fearful. Young Sizvard. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant ; with my sword 10 I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [They fight, and young Sizvard is slain. Macbeth. 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, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kerns whose arms Are hir'd to bear their staves : either thou, Macbeth, Or else thy sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; 20 By this great clatter, one of greatest note 12-13. Tragic recklessness? 18. Thou: grammatical construction?