ACT IV Scene 11 MACBETH: Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.
Enter MACDUFF
MACDUFF Turn, hell-hound, turn!
MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back; my soul is too much charged With blood of thine already.
MACDUFF I have no words: My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out!
They fight
MACBETH Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield, To one of woman born.
MACDUFF Despair thy charm; And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd.
MACBETH Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.
Basically the text says: Macduff emerges and searches the chaos frantically for Macbeth, whom he longs to cut down personally. He dives again into the battle.