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[A camp near Forres] Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Captain Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, | |
| As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt | |
| The newest state. | |
| Mal. This is the sergeant | 4 |
| Who like a good and hardy soldier fought | |
| Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! | |
| Say to the King the knowledge of the broil | |
| As thou didst leave it. | 8 |
| Cap. Doubtful it stood, | |
| As two spent swimmers that do cling together | |
| And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald | |
| Worthy to be a rebel, for to that 1 | 12 |
| The multiplying villainies of nature | |
| Do swarm upon himfrom the Western Isles | |
| Of kerns 2 and gallowglasses 3 is supplid; | |
| And Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, | 16 |
| Showd like a rebels whore. 4 But alls too weak; | |
| For brave Macbethwell he deserves that name | |
| Disdaining Fortune, with his brandishd steel, | |
| Which smokd with bloody execution, | 20 |
| Like Valours minion 5 carvd out his passage | |
| Till he facd the slave; | |
| Which 6 neer shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, | |
| Till he unseamd him from the nave to the chaps, 7 | 24 |
| And fixd his head upon our battlements. | |
| Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! | |
| Cap. As whence the sun gins his reflection | |
| Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, | 28 |
| So from that spring 8 whence comfort seemd to come | |
| Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark! | |
| No sooner justice had, with valour armd, | |
| Compelld these skipping kerns to trust their heels, | 32 |
| But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, 9 | |
| With furbishd arms and new supplies of men | |
| Began a fresh assault. | |
| Dun. Dismayd not this | 36 |
| Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? | |
| Cap. Yes; | |
| As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. | |
| If I say sooth, I must report they were | 40 |
| As cannons overchargd with double cracks; so they | |
| Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe. | |
| Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, | |
| Or memorize another Golgotha, 10 | 44 |
| I cannot tell. | |
| But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. | |
| Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; | |
| They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. [Exit Captain, attended.] | 48 |
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Enter Ross and ANGUS Who comes here? | |
| Mal. The worthy thane of Ross. | |
| Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look | |
| That seems to speak things strange. | 52 |
| Ross. God save the King! | |
| Dun. Whence camst thou, worthy thane? | |
| Ross. From Fife, great king; | |
| Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky | 56 |
| And fan our people cold. Norway himself, | |
| With terrible numbers, | |
| Assisted by that most disloyal traitor, | |
| The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; | 60 |
| Till that Bellonas 11 bridegroom, lappd in proof, 12 | |
| Confronted him with self-comparisons, 13 | |
| Point against point, rebellious arm gainst arm, | |
| Curbing his lavish 14 spirit; and, to conclude, | 64 |
| The victory fell on us; | |
| Dun. Great happiness! | |
| Ross. That now | |
| Sweno, the Norways king, craves composition; 15 | 68 |
| Nor would we deign him burial of his men | |
| Till he disbursed at Saint Colmes inch 16 | |
| Ten thousand dollars to our general use. | |
| Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive | 72 |
| Our bosom interest. 17Go pronounce his present death, | |
| And with his former title greet Macbeth. | |
| Ross. Ill see it done. | |
| Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. Exeunt. | 76 |