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Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant
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| DUNCAN |
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What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
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| MALCOLM |
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This is the sergeant
5 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.
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Doubtful it stood;
10 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
15 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,
20 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,
25 And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
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| DUNCAN |
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O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
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As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
30 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
35 Began a fresh assault.
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| DUNCAN |
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Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
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Yes;
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
40 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,
45 I cannot tell.
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
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| DUNCAN |
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So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
Exit Sergeant, attended
Who comes here?
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Enter ROSS
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50 The worthy thane of Ross.
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| LENNOX |
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What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
That seems to speak things strange.
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| ROSS |
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God save the king!
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| DUNCAN |
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Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
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| ROSS |
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55 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
60 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,
65 The victory fell on us.
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| DUNCAN |
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Great happiness!
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| ROSS |
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That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
70 Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
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| DUNCAN |
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No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
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| ROSS |
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75 I'll see it done.
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| DUNCAN |
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What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
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Exeunt
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