Enter Malcolm and old Siward.
Siw. This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; 25
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,[4632]
And little is to do.
Mal. We have met with foes[4633]
That strike beside us.
Siw. Enter, sir, the castle.
[Exeunt. Alarum.[4634]
Scene VIII. Another part of the field.[4635]
Enter Macbeth.[4636]
Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes[4637]
Do better upon them.
Enter Macduff.[4638]