(1)What bloody man is that? He can report,As seemeth by his plight, of the revoltThe newest state.
(3)Doubt it stood; as two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald worthy to be rebel, for to that. The multiplying villanies of nature. Do swarm apon 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
(2)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.
(4)well he deserves that name–Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel,Which smoked with bloody execution,Like valour’s minion carved out his passageTill he faced the slave;Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chaps,And fix’d his head upon our battlements.
(5)O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
(6) As whence the sun ‘gins his reflectionShipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,So from that spring whence comfort seem’d to comeDiscomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:No sooner justice had with valour arm’dCompell’d these skipping kerns to trust their heels,But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,With furbish’d arms and new supplies of menBegan a fresh assault.
(7)Dismay’d not thisOur captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
(8)Yes;As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.If I say sooth, I must report they wereAs cannons overcharged with double cracks, so theyDoubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,Or memorise another Golgotha,I cannot tell.But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.