What bloody man is that, he can report, as seemeth by his plight, of the revolt, the newest state.
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.
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 villanies of nature do swarm upon him- from the western isles of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied...
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, 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 til he faced the slave. Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him. Til he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, and fix'f his head upon his battlements.
From Fife, great king; Where the Norwegian banners flout the sky and fan our people cold. Norway himself, with terrible numbers assisted by that unworthy traitor. The thane of Cawdor began a dismal conflict. Confronted with self comparisons. The victory fell on us!
Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
Great Happiness! No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest: go pronounce his death, and with his former title meet Macbeth. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.