ACT 1, SCENE 2  

William Shakespeare, Macbeth

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A camp near Forres. Alarum within.
Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant.

Duncan  What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

Malcolm                    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.

Captain                       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.

Duncan  O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

Captain  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.

Duncan                       Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Captain                                              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 memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell.
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

Duncan  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.

Malcolm              The worthy thane of Ross.

Lennox  What a haste looks through his eyes!
So should he look
That seems to speak things strange.

Ross                                               God save the king!

Duncan  Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

Ross                                         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.

Duncan  Great happiness!

Ross                                    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.

Duncan  No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Ross  I'll see it done.

Duncan  What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. Exeunt.

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