MACDUFF 
Throw away the branches and take up your arms! 
Follow me! 

ALL 
To arms! 

Malcolm, Macduff and the soldiers go off 

Macbeth enters, pursued by Macduff. 

MACDUFF 
I have you, butcher of my children! 

MACBETH 
Away! No man born of woman can kill me. 

MACDUFF 
I was not born. I was plucked 
from my mother's womb. 

MACBETH 
Oh God!