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 knowledge of the broil as thou didst leave it.
For brave Macbeth -well he deserves that name- Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, which smoked with bloody
O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
execution, Like valour's minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave, Wbich he ne'er shook hands, nore bade farewell
to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, and fix'd his head upon our battlements
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
All hail, Macbeth! That shalt be king hereafter.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Not so happy, yet much happier!
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill; cannot be good: if ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature? Present fears are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, shakes so my single state of meat that funtion is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is but what is not.