soul was charged enough with blood of that family already, would still have declined the combat; but Macduff still urged him to it, calling him tyrant, murderer, hell-hound, and villain.
Then Macbeth remembered the words of the spirit, how none of woman born should hurt him; and smiling confidently he said to Macduff, "Thou losest thy labour, Macduff. As easily thou mayest impress the air with thy sword, as make me vulnerable. I bear a charmed life, which must not }neld to one of woman born."
"Despair thy charm," said Macduff, " and let that lying spirit, whom thou hast served, tell thee, that Macduff was never born of woman, never as the ordinary manner of men is to be born, but was untimely taken from his mother."
"Accursed be the tongue which tells me so," said the trembllng Macbeth, who felt his last hold of confidence give way; "and let never man in future believe the lying equivocations of vitches and jugghng spirits, who deceive us in words which have double senses, and while they keep their promise hterally, disappoint our hopes with a different meaning. I will not fight with thee."
"Then live!" said the scornful Macduff; "we will have a show of thee, as men show monsters, and a painted board, on which shall be written, 'Here men may see the tyrant!'"
"Never," said Macbeth, whose courage returned with despair; " I will not live to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, and to be baited with the curses of the rabble. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, and thou opposed to
