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 whote：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 navel to the chaps，

　　And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

　　DUNCAN

　　O valiant cousin!worthy gentleman!

　　Sergeant

　　As whence the sun 'gins his reflection

　　Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break，

　　So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come

　　Discomfort swell.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?

　　Sergeant

　　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 memorise another Golgotha，

　　I cannot tell.

　　But I am faint，my gashes cry for help.