ACT I.
2. SCENE II. A Camp near Forres.
 
[Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox,
 
with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.] 
 
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. 
 
SOLDIER.
 
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 villainies 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 smok'd with bloody execution,
 
Like valor's minion,
 
Carv'd out his passag tTill he fac'd the slave;
 
And 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! 
 
SOLDIER.
 
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 valor 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? 
 
SOLDIER.
 
Yes;
 
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
 
If I say sooth, I must report they were
 
As cannons overcharg'd 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 honor both.--Go, get him surgeons.
 
 
[Exit Soldier, attended.]
 
 
Who comes here? 
 
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