| 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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