Macdonwald──
Worthy to be a rebel,for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him—from the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune,on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whote:but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that
name—
Disdaining fortune,with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands,nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the navel to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
DUNCAN
O valiant cousin!worthy gentleman!
Sergeant
As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swell.Mark,king of Scotland,mark:
No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault.
DUNCAN
Dismay'd not this
Our captains,Macbeth and Banquo?
Sergeant
Yes;
As sparrows eagles,or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth,I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks,so they
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorise another Golgotha,
I cannot tell.
But I am faint,my gashes cry for help.