DUNCAN.What bloody man is that? He can report,As seemeth by his plight, of the revoltThe newest state.MALCOLM.This is the sergeantWho, like a good and hardy soldier, fought'Gainst my captivity.-Hail, brave friend!Say to the King the knowledge of the broilAs thou didst leave it.SOLDIER.Doubtful it stood;As two spent swimmers that do cling togetherAnd choke their art.

The merciless Macdonwald(Worthy to be a rebel, for to thatThe multiplying villainies of natureDo swarm upon him) from the Western IslesOf 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 Valour's minion, carv'd out his passage,Till he fac'd the slave;Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chops,And fix'd his head upon our battlements.