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A camp near Forres.
[Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants,
meeting a bleeding Sergeant]
DUNCAN
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What bloo|dy man | is that?| He can | report,
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As seem|eth by | his plight,| of the | revolt
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The new|est^state.
MALCOLM
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This is | the ser|geant,
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Who* like | a good | and har|dy sol|dier fought
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Gainst my | captiv|ity:| Hail brave friend;
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Say to | the king,| the know|ledge of | the broil,
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As thou didst | leave it.
SERGEANT
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Doubtful | it stood,
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As two spent swim|mers, that | do cling | togeth||er,
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And choke | their^art:| The merc|iless |
Macdon||wald*
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(Worth|y to be | a reb|el, for | to that
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The mult|iply|ing villa|nies of | nature
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Do swarm | upon | him) from | the west|ern isles
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Of kerns | and gal|lowglas|ses is | supplied,
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And for|tune, on / his damned | quarry | smiling,
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Showed like a reb|el's whore:| but all's | too^weak:
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For brave | Macbeth |(well he | deserves | that
name)
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Disdain|ing for|tune, with | his brand|ished
steel,
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Which^smoked | with bloo|dy ex|ecu|tion
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(Like^val|or's min|ion) carved |
out his | passage,
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Till | he faced | the slave: \\
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Which nere | shook^hands,| nor bade | farewell |
to him,
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Till he | unseamed | him from | the nave | to the
chops,
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And fixed | his head | upon | our bat|tlements.
DUNCAN
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O val|iant cous|in, worth|y gent|leman.
SERGEANT
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As whence | the sun | gins his | reflec|tion,
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Ship wrecking storms,| and dire|ful thun|ders: ??
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So || from that spring,| whence com|fort seemed |
to come,
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Discom|fort swells:| Mark king of Scot|land,
mark,
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No soon|er just|ice had,| with val|or armed,
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Compelled | these^skip|ping kerns | to trust |
their heels,
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But the Nor|weyan | lord, sur|veying | vantage,
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With furb|ished arms,| and new | supplies | of
men,
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Began | a fresh | assault. \\
DUNCAN
Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
SERGEANT
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Yes, as | sparrows,| eagles;
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Or the | hare, the | lion: (trimeter
with prev)
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If I say sooth,| I must | report | they were
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As can|nons ov|ercharged | with doub|le cracks,
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So they doub|ly redoub|led strokes | upon | the
foe:
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Except | they meant | to bathe | in reek|ing
wounds,
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Or mem|orize | anoth|er Gol|gotha,
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I can|not tell:| but I | am faint,
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My gash|es cry | for help.|
(tetrameter with prev)
DUNCAN
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So^well | thy words | become | thee as | thy
wounds,
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They smack | of hon|or both.| Go get him |
surgeons.
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Who comes here?
[Exit Sergeant, attended. Enter ROSS]
MALCOLM
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The worth|y Thane | of Ross.
LENNOX
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What a | haste looks through | his eyes?|
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So should | he look,| that seems | to speak |
things^strange.
ROSS
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God* save | the king.
DUNCAN
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Whence camst | thou, worth|y Thane?
ROSS
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From Fife,| great^king, (pickup??)
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Where the | Norwey|an ban|ners flout | the sky,
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And fan | our peo|ple cold. (picked up??)
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Norway | himself,| with ter/rible | numbers,
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Assist|ed by | that most | disloy|al traitor,
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The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal
conflict, ????
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Till that | Bellon|a's bride|groom, lapped in
proof,
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Confront|ed him | with self-|compar|isons,
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Point against point,| rebel|lious arm |
gainst^arm,
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Curbing | his lav|ish spirit:| and to | conclude,
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The vict|ory fell | on us.
DUNCAN
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Great hap/piness.
ROSS
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That now | Sweno,| the Nor|ways'^king,
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Craves || compo|sition: \\
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Nor would | we deign | him bur|ial of | his men,
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Till he | disburs|ed, at / Saint Col|me's inch,
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Ten* thous|and dol|lars, to | our gene|ral use.
DUNCAN
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No* more | that Thane | of Caw|dor shall | deceive
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Our bosom | interest:| go pronounce | his
pres|ent death, ??
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And with | his form|er tit|le greet | Macbeth.
ROSS
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I'll see | it done. \\
DUNCAN
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What he | hath lost,| noble | Macbeth | hath won.
[Exeunt]