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Macbeth

Act I, Scene 2

A camp near Forres.
 
[Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant]
 
DUNCAN
             ,      ,         ,        ,        ,
      What bloo|dy man | is that?| He can | report,
          ,        ,          ,      ,           ,
      As see|meth by | his plight,| of the | revolt
           ,        ,
      The new|est^state.
 
MALCOLM
                            ,            ,        o
                          This is | the ser|geant
       ,             ,         ,      ,          ,
      Who like | a good | and har|dy sol|dier fought
        ,             ,    ,     T    T      T
      Gainst my | capti|vity:| Hail brave friend;
       ,             ,          ,         ,         ,
      Say to | the king | the know|ledge of | the broil
       T   T    T       ,
      As thou didst | leave it.
 
SERGEANT
                                  ,             ,
                                Doubtful | it stood;
          ,      ,     ,                    ,        ,      2->
      As two | spent swim/mers, that | do cling | toge||ther
            ,            ,         ,      ,        ,        ->
      And choke | their art.| The mer|ciless | Macdon||wald*
        ,     2    ,      ,       ,         ,
      (Wor|thy to be | a re|bel, for | to that
           ,     ,       ,      ,        ,      2->
      The mul|tiply|ing vil|lanies | of na||ture
           ,       ,           ,         ,         ,
      Do swarm | upon | him) from | the wes|tern isles
           ,          ,       ,       ,        ,
      Of kerns | and gal|lowglas|ses is | supplied;
           ,         ,          ,       ,        ,
      And for|tune, on | his damned | quarry | smiling,
         ,             ,         ,           ,           ,
      Showed like | a re|bel's whore:| but all's | too weak:
            ,          ,      ,            ,            ,
      For brave | Macbeth |(well he | deserves | that name)
           ,       ,          ,          ,           ,
      Disdain|ing for|tune, with | his bran|dished steel,
               ,            ,      ,   ,
      Which smoked | with bloo|dy ex|ecu|tion,
      <-  ,      ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
        Like || valor's | minion | carved | out his | passage
        ,         ,           ,     oo   oo
      Till | he faced | the slave;|    |
              ,            ,           ,          ,        ,
      Which nere | shook^hands,| nor bade | farewell | to him,
        ,            ,           ,          ,      2      ,
      Till he | unseamed | him from | the nave | to the chops,
            ,           ,      ,         ,       ,
      And fixed | his head | upon | our bat|tlements.
 
DUNCAN
         ,   2    ,        ,       ,      ,
      O va|liant cou|sin, wor|thy gen|tleman.
 
SERGEANT
            ,          ,      ,            ,
      As whence | the sun | gins his | reflec|tion
      <-  ,     ,           ,           ,         ,         ___
        Ship||wrecking | storms and | direful | thunders | break,
       ,                ,             ,          ,          ,
      So from | that spring | whence com|fort seemed | to come
          ,          ,       T    T   .   ,          ,
      Discom|fort swells:| Mark king of Scot|land, mark:
          ,       ,        ,          ,       ,
      No soo|ner jus|tice had | with va|lor armed
            ,             ,         ,          ,             ,
      Compelled | these skip|ping kerns | to trust | their heels,
       ,     2     ,        ,       ,        ,
      But the Nor|weyan | lord sur|veying | vantage,
            ,           ,         ,         ,         ,
      With fur|bished arms | and new | supplies | of men
         ,        ,         ,
      Began | a fresh | assault.
 
DUNCAN
                                      ,           ,
                                 Dismayed | not this
           ,         o        ,         ,       o
      Our cap|tains,   | Macbeth | and Ban|quo?
 
SERGEANT
       ,          ,         ,
      Yes, as | sparrows,| eagles;
       ,         ,          ,
      Or the | hare, the | lion:   (trimeter with prev)
       . T  T    T         ,        ,           ,
      If I say sooth,| I must | report | they were
          ,       ,       ,            ,         ,
      As can|nons o|vercharged | with dou|ble cracks,
        2       ,    2   ,          ,        ,         ,
      So they doub|ly redou|bled strokes | upon | the foe:
          ,           ,          ,         ,          ,
      Except | they meant | to bathe | in ree|king wounds,
          ,     ,      ,       ,     ,
      Or me|morize | ano|ther Gol|gotha,
         ,        ,        ,        ,
      I can|not tell:| but I | am faint,
           ,      ,          ,    oo
      My gash|es cry | for help.|        (tetrameter with prev)
 
DUNCAN
           ,          ,         ,          ,          ,
      So well | thy words | become | thee as | thy wounds;
             ,         ,        ,     ,    2       ,
      They smack | of ho|nour both.| Go get him | surgeons.
       T    T     T
      Who comes here?
 
[Exit Sergeant, attended. Enter ROSS]
 
MALCOLM
                               ,        ,          ,
                          The wor|thy Thane | of Ross.
 
LENNOX
        ,        T     T      T            ,    oo
      What a | haste looks through | his eyes?|
            ,          ,           ,          ,               ,
      So should | he look,| that seems | to speak | things^strange.
 
ROSS
             ,          ,
      God* save | the king.
 
DUNCAN
                                      ,            ,        ,
                            Whence camest | thou, wor|thy Thane?
 
ROSS
             ,            ,
      From Fife,| great^king,  (pickup after)
        ,             ,      ,         ,          ,
      Where the | Norwey|an ban|ners flout | the sky,
                                  ,         ,        ,
                             And fan | our peo|ple cold. (picked up)
       ,    2      ,           ,   2      ,
      Norway him|self, with | terrible | numbers,
      <-   ,        ,          ,        ,       ,     2->
        Assis||ted by | that most | disloy|al trai|tor
      <-      ,          ,   ,       ,       ,        ,
        The Thane || of Caw|dor, be|gan a | dismal | conflict;
        ,             ,        ,     T       T    .   T
      Till that | Bello|na's bride|groom, lapped in proof,
           ,       ,           ,       ,     ,
      Confron|ted him | with self-|compa|risons,
        T   .   T     T        ,    2    ,            ,
      Point against point,| rebel|lious arm | gainst^arm.
       ,             ,         x      ,            ,
      Curbing | his la|vish spirit:| and to | conclude,
           ,    2    ,        ,
      The vic|tory fell | on us.
 
DUNCAN
                                    ,    ,
                                  Great hap/piness.
 
ROSS
            ,     ,           ,          ,
      That now | Sweno,| the Nor|ways'^king,
      <-  __       ,     ,
        Craves || compo|sition:  (pickup)
            ,          ,          ,   2   ,        ,
      Nor would | we deign | him bu|rial of | his men,
            ,       ,              ,    ,         ,
      Till he | disbur|sed, at / Saint Col|me's inch,
             ,        ,         ,        ,   2    ,
      Ten* thou|sand dol|lars, to | our gen|eral use.
 
DUNCAN
           ,           ,         ,   ,              ,
      No more | that Thane | of Caw|dor shall | deceive
           ,      ,   2      ,         ,          ,          ,  ->
      Our bo|som in|terest: go | pronounce | his pre||sent death,
            ,         ,       ,       ,          ,   ->
      And with | his for|mer ti|tle greet || Macbeth.
 
ROSS
            ,         ,
      I'll see | it done.  (picked up)
 
DUNCAN
            ,          ,     ,           ,          ,
      What he | hath lost,| noble | Macbeth | hath won.
 
[Exeunt]

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