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Worthy to be a rebel, for to that3
All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
SCENE II. A camp near Forres.
Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM,
DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
1 Graymalkin, a gray cat.
2 Paddock, toad.
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
3 To that, i.e. to that end.
4 Of, i.e. as we should now say, with.
5 Kerns, light-armed foot-soldiers.
Gallowglasses, foot-soldiers armed with gallowglas axes.
And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
tion;? Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme’s-inch,8 61 Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall
deceive Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present
Ross. I'll see it done.
Like valour's minion, carv'd out his passage
him, Till he unseam'd him from the navel to the
chaps, And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! ļ Serg. [As whence the sunʼgins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders
break, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd S to come Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland,
mark:] No sooner justice had, with valour arm', Compell’d these skipping kerns to trust their
heels, But the Norweyan lord, surveyinga vantage, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men, Began a fresh assault. Dun.
Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Serg. As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion, [If I say sootlı,3 I must report they were As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks; So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: Except they meant to bathe in reeking wo
wounds, Or memorizet another Golgotha, I cannot tell-] But I am faint; my gashes cry for help. Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy
wounds; They smack of honour both. Go get him
surgeons. [E.cit Sergeant, attended. [Who comes here?]
SCENE III. A heath.
Distant thunder. Enter the three Witches.
in her lap, And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:
“Give me," quoth I: “Aroint thee, 10 witch!” the rump-fed ron
yon 11 cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’the
[ Sec. Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
The worthy thane of Ross.
So should he look
God save the king!
From Fife, great king; Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
1 Nave, navel. 2 Surveying, perceiving.
5 Lavish, unrestrained.
6 That, ie, so that. 7 Composition, terms of peace.
8 Saint Colme's - inch, Inchcolm, the island of St. Columba; pronounced Saint Colum's. 9 Present, instant.
10 Aroint thee, begone. 11 Ronyon, mangy creature (0. Fr. rognon).