Scene II. A camp near Forres.

           Alarumwithin.EnterDuncan,Malcolm,Donalbain,Lennox,withAttendants,meetingableedingSergeant

           Duncan:Whatbloodymanisthat?Hecanreport,

           Asseemethbyhisplight,oftherevolt

           Theneweststate.

           Malcolm:Thisisthesergeant

           Wholikeagoodandhardysoldierfought

           ’Gainstmycaptivity.Hail,bravefriend!

           Saytothekingtheknowledgeofthebroil

           Asthoudidstleaveit.

           Sergeant:Doubtfulitstood;

           Astwospentswimmers,thatdoclingtogether

           Andchoketheirart.ThemercilessMacdonwald—

           Worthytobearebel,fortothat

           Themultiplyingvillaniesofnature

           Doswarmuponhim—fromthewesternisles

           Ofkernsandgallowglassesissupplied;

           Andfortune,onhisdamnedquarrelsmiling,

           Show’dlikearebel’swhore:butall’stooweak:

           ForbraveMacbeth—wellhedeservesthatname—

           Disdainingfortune,withhisbrandish’dsteel,

           Whichsmokedwithbloodyexecution,

           Likevalour’sminioncarvedouthispassage

           Tillhefacedtheslave;

           Whichne’ershookhands,norbadefarewelltohim,

           Tillheunseam’dhimfromthenavetothechaps,

           Andfix’dhisheaduponourbattlements.