<SPEECH 1><ACT 1><SCENE 2><1%>
<SERGEANT>	<1%>
	Doubtful it stood;
	As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
	And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—
	Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
	The multiplying villanies of nature
	Do swarm upon him—from the western isles
	Of 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 chaps,
	And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
</SERGEANT>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 1><SCENE 2><2%>
<SERGEANT>	<2%>
	As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
	Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break,
	So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
	Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark:
	No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
	Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
	But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
	With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
	Began a fresh assault.
</SERGEANT>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 1><SCENE 2><2%>
<SERGEANT>	<3%>
	Yes;
	As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
	If I say sooth, 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 wounds,
	Or memorize another Golgotha,
	I cannot tell—
	But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
</SERGEANT>

