Act IV: 30. Perfidi ! All'anglo contro me v'unite !
MACBETH Traitors! You have joined with the English against me! The powers that prophecy have foretold: 'You may be bloody and fierce, no man born of woman will harm you.' No. I am not afraid of you, nor of the boy who leads you, This attack will confirm my position on the throne or push me off for ever. And yet I feel the life drying up in my veins!