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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?