Macbeth

DUNCAN.What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revoltThe newest state.MALCOLM.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.SOLDIER.Doubtful it stood;As two spent swimmers that do cling togetherAnd choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald(Worthy to be a rebel, for to thatThe multiplying villainies of natureDo swarm upon him) from the Western IslesOf 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 (well he deserves that name), Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Which smok'd with bloody execution, Like Valour's minion, carv'd out his passage, Till he fac'd the slave;Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chops, And fix'd his head upon our batt