Act I, Scene 2
A camp near Forres.
- Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain,
- Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant.
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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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- 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.
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- Doubtful it stood,
- As two spent swimmers that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald
Feb 24, 2019 MikoAccording to Raphael Holinshed's Chronicles (which Shakespeare used as a source for his plays), the historical Macdonwald (or “Makdowald” as Holinshed spelled it) was defeated by Macbeth. Macdonwald then retreated to his castle, killed his wife and children, then killed himself. Macbeth had Macdonwald's head cut off, stuck on a pole, and presented to the king.
- (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 passage
- Till he fac’d the slave;
- Which nev’r shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
- Till he unseam’d him from the nave to th’ chops,
- And fix’d his head upon our battlements.
- O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman!
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- As whence the sun gins his reflection
- Shipwracking 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.
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- Dismay’d not this
- Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
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- 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.
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- So well thy words become thee as thy wounds,
- They smack of honor both. Go get him surgeons.
- Exit Sergeant, attended.
- Enter Rosse and Angus.
- Who comes here?
- The worthy Thane of Rosse.
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- What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
- That seems to speak things strange.
- God save the King!
- Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?
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- 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.
- Great happiness!
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- 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.
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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.
- I’ll see it done.
- What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.