Prince Malcolm: This is the sergeant Hail, brave friend! Say to the King the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it.
King Duncan: What bloody man is that?
Act 1: scene 2
Captain: As whence the sun ’gins his reflection Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seemed to come Discomfort swells. But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, With furbished arms and new supplies of men, Began a fresh assault.
Duncan: Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Captain: Yes, as sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion
Captain: 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 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... No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.
This is only the beginning for Macbeth but, this is where this story ends...