Enter Macduf

Macduff:

What is thy name?

Macbeth:

Thoult be afraid to hear it.

Macduff:

Tyrant show thy face.

Turn hell-hound, turn!

Macbeth:

My names Macbeth.
Of all men else I have avoided thee, Macduff:
But get thee back, my soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.

Sword/Dagger fight, Macbeths dagger disarmed

Macduff:

I have no words,
My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain,
Then terms can give thee out.

Single sword/Sword & Dagger fight. Macduffs dagger disarmed

Macbeth:

Thou losest labour:

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests,
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.

Single sword fight. Macbeths sword is disarmed.

Macduff:

Dispair thy charm,

And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb
Untimely ripped.

Macbeth disarms Macduffs sword

Macbeth:

Accursed be that tongue that tells me so;

For it hath cowed my better part of man:
Ill not fight with thee.

Macduff:

Then yield thee coward,

And live to be the show and gaze of the time.

Well have thee, as our rarer monsters are
Painted upon a pole, and under-writ,
Here may you see the tyrant.
Macduff starts hand to hand combat part 1.
Macbeth:

I will not yield

To kiss the ground before young Malcolms feet.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Lay on Macduff,
And damned be him, that first cries hold, enough.

Hand to hand combat part 2. Macbeth is killed.

Macduff:

(mocking)
Hail king, for so thou art.
Hail King of Scotland.