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Macbeth: Act 1 Scene 2
Scene II A camp near Forres.
- [Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,
- LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant]
- What bloody man is that? He can report,
- As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
- The newest state.
- This is the sergeant
- 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.
- 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
- 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 whore: 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 nave to the chaps,
- And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
- O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
- As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
- Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
- So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
- Discomfort swells. 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.
- Dismay'd not this
- Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
- 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.
- So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
- They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
- [Exit Sergeant, attended]
- Who comes here?
- [Enter ROSS]
- The worthy thane of Ross.
- What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
- That seems to speak things strange.
- God save the king!
- Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
- From Fife, great king;
- Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
- And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
- With terrible numbers,
- Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
- The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
- Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
- Confronted him with self-comparisons,
- Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.
- Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
- The victory fell on us.
- Great happiness!
- That now
- Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
- Nor would we deign him burial of his men
- Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
- Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
- No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
- Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
- And with his former title greet Macbeth.
- I'll see it done.
- What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.