Dun. ^note
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

Mal.
This is the sergeant
Who like a good ^note and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst ^note my captivity. Hail ^note, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge ^note of the broil
As thou didst leave it.

Ser.
Doubtful ^note it ^note stood; ^note
As two ^note spent ^note swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald ^note—
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies ^note of nature
Do swarm upon him—from the western isles

Of ^note kerns and gallowglasses ^note is ^note supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel ^note smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's ^note whore: but all's too weak ^note:
For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name—
Disdaining fortune ^note, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion ^note carved ^note out his passage
Till he ^note faced the slave; ^note
Which ne'er ^note shook hands ^note, nor bade ^note farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave ^note to the chaps ^note,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun.
O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

Ser.
As whence the sun 'gins ^note his reflection
Shipwrecking, storms and direful thunders break ^note, ^note
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells ^note. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping kerns ^note to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd ^note arms and new supplies of men,

Began a fresh assault.

Dun.
Dismay'd not this
Our captains ^note, Macbeth ^note and Banquo? ^note

Ser.
Yes;
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. ^note
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with ^note double cracks;
So they ^note
Doubly ^note redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking ^note wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell— ^note
But I am faint; my gashes cry for help. ^note

Dun.
So ^note well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. [Exit ^note Sergeant, attended.
Who ^note comes here? ^note Enter Ross. ^note

Mal.
The worthy thane of Ross.

Len.
What a haste ^note looks through his eyes! So should he look

That seems ^note to speak things strange ^note.

Ross.
God save the king!

Dun.
Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

Ross.
From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout the ^note sky
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, ^note with ^note terrible numbers, ^note
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, began ^note a dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm ^note 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: and ^note, to conclude,
The victory fell on us.

Dun.
Great happiness!

Ross.
That now
Sweno ^note, the Norways' ^{note note} king, craves composition ^note;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's inch ^note,
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Dun.
No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest ^note: go ^note pronounce his present ^note death,

And with his former title greet ^note Macbeth.

Ross.
I'll see it done.

Dun.
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt.

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