Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,Witches' mummy, maw and gulf. Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,Liver of blaspheming Jew,
We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves,And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour named.
I have done the deed.
Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil.
Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new mornNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resoundsAs if it felt with Scotland and yell'd outLike syllable of dolour.